>>5270382<span class="mu-s">RECAP 5/4</span>
A shockwave of blue magic travelled through Grez, modifying and readjusting the most fundamental pieces of her.
The green skin paled until it turned a fleshy white, similar to the skin colour of the majority of Duskmire’s citizens.
The magic that bounced around within Grez lit her up from within, showcasing veins, nerves, and muscles.
Though her eyes were closed, the goblin watched as Grez’s eye colour shifted from the typical orc red to a vibrant blue.
The pointed ends of her ears smoothed out. Some other things happened here and there, it was a very extensive process that had Grez groaning and trashing with various tiny movements.
Until finally, it was done.
Splayed out on the table was an individual that was unmistakably human.
<span class="mu-s">END OF RECAP</span>
The Dungeon decided to let Grez rest for a good while, partly because she could use the rest and partly because it didn’t quite feel like putting her new human appearance to the test just yet.
When she finally did wake it was well into the afternoon.
Like the previous time, the subconscious part of the dungeon that cared about the wellbeing of its subjects made full use of this time to get the once half-orc in her best possible shape. Even her new clothing was cleaned and maintained, the new shirt and pants were spotless. The leather jerkin was cleaned and oiled.
She had to be put into stasis for this, but was brought back up and placed on the table before she awoke.
[You’ve gained two (2) ‘Dungeon Points'.] (Daily)
[Total amount of Dungeon Points (DP) remaining: 2.]
[The Dungeon is currently 10 day(s) old.]
Grez opened her eyes and scowled. The brand on her shoulder pulsed, not quite fond of being left at something else’s mercy that long.
She eyed her surroundings suspiciously, but hopeful, “Did it work?” she said, then looked down at her hands and saw the change in skin colour.
No longer a mossy green, but a fleshy white. She felt her ears then, noticing the distinct lack of any pointy parts.
“It did, Grez,” said Chadaklin, sporting a comforting smile and patting her on the shoulder, “If you still go by that name that is.”
Having received some sort of conformation that this wasn’t a dream or illusion, Grez smiled in earnest and a brief chuckle escaped her, “Not a very human name, I suppose.”
The brand on her shoulder burned as it witnessed the sheer audacity of displaying gratitude to somebody, stealing the happiness from Grez’s face. “Give me a mirror,” said Grez coldly.
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“It’s that damn brand of yours,” snapped the Scholar, “Can’t we get rid of it?”
“We just have to alter our approach…” replied the Sadist, then went on to whisper instructions to Chadaklin.
