Heading back towards Namina for help

The little voice abruptly thundered to the front of her mind, overriding her desire for vengeance for the moment. As committed as she was, with naught but a sword and a magic thong to aid her, there was very little chance she could hope to take down a Treant, much less whatever it was that had corrupted them so.

Venus glanced around again. Namina was the closest Lodge, and therefore the one which was responsible for this problem. The only issue was the Treant, though she could no longer be sure it was there. It had been hours since she had been through, and there was a very good chance it had moved on.

Venus decided to take the chance. Namina was the only Lodge that could respond in enough time to hope to catch the Treants before they moved on, if that was their goal. Her mind settled, and remarkably clear despite the anger she felt, she turned back up the road and headed the way she had come.

As she approached the treeline again, she found herself pleasantly surprised by the protective field the thong produced. The field outright negated the effects of the stony road on her feet. While she could "feel" the stony road, and it texture, she wasn't being jabbed in the soles like she had been, and she made progress as though she had footwear.

While that was helpful, it didn't cover everything, not by a long shot. She was going to end up walking into Namina in nothing more than a thong. She felt her cheeks flush, humiliation burning deep within her, just thinking about it. Never mind what her peers would think...

At that moment, she wished for one thing, and one thing only: a long shirt. She'd wear the...

Her thought abruptly cut off as a glow surrounded her frame, flaring for the briefest of moments before fading away. In it's place was a dark, loose shirt that fell nearly to her knees, thoroughly covering her. Mouth agape, she froze in place for a moment, staring, then took a shot in the dark and added pants to her list. Another glow surrounded her, and a pair of pants encased her legs and ass. Venus smiled a bit. That explained why she couldn't wear other clothes with the thong. She could apparently make what she wanted, just with a thought.

After taking a moment to shorten the shirt to the tops of her thighs, and adding a pair of boots, she smiled, quite content with the fact she could, in fact, cover herself up.

Looking up, Venus realized night was falling yet again, and she was definitely passing into hostile territory. In addition to the Treants, her path would take her back into the edge of the necromancer's territory, and if Moseph hadn't been able to get him yet, she might end up engaged in another fight with them, again at night.