Emma Stormclaw (Human, Mercenary)

Emma Stormclaw was definitely a sight to behold. She turned many heads with her bright green tunic and skirt, light armor, and brown leather boots, but more than that was her size. Standing 6'11" with a massive chest on a muscular frame, the twenty-five-year-old towered over many of the men in her profession. Not only was she large, but she was also far stronger than most men in general. She was once hired to bring in a thieving band of ogres and successfully brought the entire gang back into custody, alive and bruised as they whimpered before their captor.

Emma was also just a beautiful as she was strong. With long chestnut hair, deep green eyes, and flawless skin, Emma was the target of lust by countless men and envy by countless women. And in some towns and kingdoms she visited, it was the other way around.

Unfortunately, the combination of her size, strength, and beauty had given Emma a massive ego and holier than thou attitude. Many men and women who had tried to court her ended up heartbroken when she either rudely, cruelly, and often loudly rejected them. Not helping her was that, when not on a mission, she had often built a reputation for bullying other, smaller women just for kicks. No harm thankfully, but she would humiliate them to no means, with many of her antics ending in nudity for the other women. Because of this, kingdoms everywhere knew her as both a blessing and a curse.

But there was one thing that no one knew about Emma Stormclaw: She was a complete fraud! And it was all because of the amulet that she wore around her neck.

It all began a few months prior. The twenty-four-year-old Emma Stormclaw was vastly different from the one that people everywhere knew now! Instead of rippling muscles and abs, she had short and spindly arms and legs and had problems lifting even a thirty pound hay bale. Instead of long brown hair and flawless skin, she had a bowl cut and paled, freckled skin.

But perhaps most shocking of all was her size back then. Instead of a height of 6'11", she stood at a diminutive 4'5". And if that wasn't already humiliating for a twenty-four-year-old, her breasts where completely flat rather than the goliath honkers she was sporting now. Even calling them a modern set of AAs would be stretching it. She had lost track of how many times she had been mistaken for a lost child on her travels. And one particularly embarrassing encounter had her mistaken for a little boy! She would never live that one down.

But all that changed when she traveled to one town on the eve of her twenty-fifth birthday. She was sitting in an inn, after finally convincing the innkeeper that she was old enough to be out on her own AND old enough for the ale she had ordered, when she overheard a sorceress talking with a bard. The sorceress was trying to sell him an jeweled amulet that she had enchanted, promising that it would enhance any insecurities that he had by 300 fold. She also warned that the enchantment would only last as long as the wearer never took it off.

Naturally, the bard laughed this off before leaving the table to return to the stage. The sorceress merely shrugged as she placed the amulet into her traveling bag. She strapped her bag over the chair as she got up to go to the bathroom.

Emma scratched her chin in thought as she saw the sorceress leave. Noticing that everyone was busy watching the bard on stage, she slinked out of her chair and sneaked over to the bag. Reaching in, she quickly plucked the amulet out of the bag before pocketing it. She sat the money for her half finished ale on her table before grabbing her own bag and making a beeline for the exit of the inn. Once she was outside, she went down an alleyway and took out the amulet. She eyed it suspiciously before putting it around her neck...

A few months, and a purchase of much larger clothes later, and the Emma Stormclaw that kingdoms everywhere saw was born. Emma had discovered that every time she removed the amulet, she would revert back to her normal self. Only when she put it back on did she turn back into the 6'11" mercenary everyone thought they knew. As such, she only ever took it off when she was sure that she was alone. And the best part was that only she knew the truth.

But what she didn't know, was that it wouldn't remain that way for long...