Gilb planned on once more trying to delve into the arcane arts. Infiltrating Stonespire Castle was his ultimate plan to accomplish that goal, but he could not just go charging in the front doors. He would need to be crafty and smart. Luckily, he was both.
As Gilb surveyed and roamed the valley, his sights eventually landed on a tempting target. A young sorceress, most likely from the castle, was practicing her craft alone near a small babbling brook. As the slime approached, he used his base psychic senses to try and get a read on the woman. As he observed her, Gilb began to suspect that the reason that she was practicing alone out here in the valley instead of back in the castle with all the magical amenities it offered, was because she was not very talented. His psychic senses told him that she certainly had the magical potential within her, but her skill and abilities seemed to be lacking.
"Damn it!" Gilb heard her curse as another firebolt fizzled out after limply flying a few feet from her outstretched fingers
Gilb decided that he would try to be diplomatic first. If she lacked magical skill, the slime had years of experience from his old life to pull from in order to aid her in her training. If he could manage to communicate with her, she could potentially be his first acolyte. If she refused, well...he could still find uses for her. Assuming she did not kill him, that is.
When Gilb crept closer, he got a better view of the woman. Her autumn hair was pulled back in an haphazardly braided bun that managed to accentuate her pretty face into a sort of frazzled librarian look. She wore a form fitting dress that accentuated her firm hips and left a good amount of her ample bosom exposed to anyone who dared to look down from her piercing eyes. A slit ran up the length of her skirt and ended nearly above her thigh, giving Gilb a good view of her toned legs whenever she stomped and spun away from her fizzling magic. In short, she was very attractive.
As he watched her, Gilb began to feel his lust rising within him. Whether by accident or on purpose, the accursed magic that had left him in this slimy form had also left him easily aroused and damn near always horny. Not that he had been a prude in his past life or anything, hells, he had practically invented the art of arcane seduction, but what he had to deal with now was almost catastrophically distracting.
The woman had managed to calm herself back down and was once again trying to produce a firebolt from her outstretched fingers. Taking the opportunity, Gilb slithered out from the bushes behind her and reared up tall. As his entire mass consisted of less than a gallon of ooze, this meant he struck a less than imposing one foot stance on the ground.
"Good morning fair maiden!" He called out. "Would you perhaps like some assistance with that spell? I was once quite the expert."
While this is what he tried to say, as he was now just a slime with no vocal cords and not a powerful sorcerer, what he actually said was:
"Guurgllshh blrrgghh shgllbrbr?"
If Gilb had not been distracted by his lustful attraction to the sorceress, he may have thought for more than one second about blundering out into the open to try and strike up a conversation with her.
"What the..." The woman quickly spun around at the sound and turned her sights on him. "A slime?" She laughed incredulously. "You must be even more stupid than a normal slime. You'll be easy practice."
She raised her fingers to cast some sort of destructive spell at him.
"Well...shit."
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