>>5290954Seeing as these imps aren't in great terms with the Polkari and are already planning to leave. I choose to avoid wasting time and return to my trip towards Polkaria, dispelling my visual aversion magic.
It was quite a short trip. A bit of avoidance of Polkari military patrols here and there. But I have finally caught sight of a town of sorts in the distance.
Thinking ahead I use transmutation magic on my mask to turn it into a smooth wooden mask that looks fairly human. Removing the eye holes in the process. It isn't too much trouble as I carve in a simple one sided sight through the spell onto the inside of the mask. 'Enchantment will make this easier once i got materials to make the spell self sustaining'
After finishing up my short crafting session I started to realize some small mistakes in my plan. One, it's the middle of the night right now. Two, I look like a seven foot tall Narkitan visiting a town that mainly consists of people whose height tops out between four to five feet… the first problem can be essentially negated with my solution to the second problem… I just despise this spell so much.
Grabbing the tome from my robe I start flipping through its countless pages. Stopping on the section of transformative magic. 'Here we go. Cheap temporary size adjustment spells page five. Aaaand… There.' I tap upon my tome as I begin reciting the spell casting chants. Bones begin to creak and pop. A painfully stretchy noise emits from me as both body and equipment shrink down in size. 'I shouldn't feel any pain. But it still makes me feel utter discomfort as I do it.'
After finishing up the spell I checked myself out. Reduced down to four feet in height. Perfect.
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Upon entering the town through the front entrance 'Who hires fools who accept the "Visiting family" lie so easily from someone who doesn't even look like a member of your race?!'. I find myself in slight awe at the sight of a Victorian era looking town with many steam powered contraptions driving down roads 'It feels like I've traveled back in time to around the nineteen hundreds…'. I travel around the town exploring. Ignoring some of the townsfolk looking at me like I'm a lost tourist 'which I essentially am'. Nothing has bothered me in my small bout of curious adventure. It is when I found a shop selling something of interest to me that I ran into trouble. Fireworks. But mainly the gunpowder they used inside i couldn't afford due to the realization i had no funds.
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