Anti-illusion threshold

The wind still blew cold against your bare skin, after all, you were completely naked. But at least you walked with a bit more dignity, comforted by the flawless illusion of clothing you had conjured. It was so masterfully crafted that even an expert illusionist would have struggled to see through it. With that, you marched back to the stronghold of Aldebaran, right up to the threshold of the Hall of Force.

Before stepping inside, however, you noticed the ancient magical inscriptions carved into the doorframe glowing brightly as you passed. Your eyes caught the flashing runes for just a split second, and realization struck too late.

It was an anti-illusion ward.

You were carrying an active illusion spell.

In a brilliant cascade of fading sparks, your conjured outfit simply vanished into thin air, leaving you once again in your birthday suit right at the entrance. An explosion of roaring laughter erupted across the entire hall. Both Juliet and Dione winced, looking deeply embarrassed on your behalf.

Before you could even lunge to cover your crotch, a massive hand clamped around your wrists, hoisting you effortlessly into the air with one arm. And this time, it wasn't Dione.

It was Bryan, the huge, intimidating brute. He bellowed with laughter, a terrifying grin stretching across his face as he held you aloft with a single hand, completely preventing you from hiding any part of your body from the crowd.

"Yeah, looks like you've learned the hard way, Rookie Number One," Bryan boomed, "that illusionism is for venomous scorpions or those Pegasus sissies over in Markab. Here in Aldebaran, we despise illusion magic! We hate lies and deception!"

His eyes drifted down, scanning your exposed frame with a mocking squint. "Don't tell me you were actually trying to hide that tiny little pink thing between your legs?"

He laughed uproariously, the rafters of the hall shaking as the other veterans joined in.

"That's enough, Bryan. Put him down," Dione ordered, stepping forward with a scowl.

"Relax, Dione, I was just playing with our little friend here, right, little friend?" Bryan grinned, roughly ruffling your hair with his free hand. "Hey guys, do you remember our old lost mascot?" he shouted out to the room.

"Yeah, the little lamb!" someone yelled back.

"Man, that one was so much fun!" another laughed.

"Well, we don't have to worry anymore! Look at that hair—pure white like wool!" Bryan gave your head another rough shake. "Look at that, boys, it looks like we have a new pet!"

He locked eyes with you, flashing a macabre, mocking smile. "You're no longer 'Rookie Number One,' kid. From now on, you're our official house mascot. Welcome home... Little Lamb!"