…you are the Midnight Fox!

You gingerly walk down the sewerage tunnel, a spice filled kerchief wrapped about your mouth to fend off the vile and deadly miasma, each step squelchy and repulsive.

But you have it. The legendary kings blade! Stolen from the kings chambers which was a feat in itself.

You hold up the blade for a moment, sensing the arcane power there. This is a powerful magical item… as they called them in the days of yore. You felt your mind brush up against the magic, intimate, its powers a-tuning with your own mind in but an instant.

For a moment you were in the sword, your now foreign hand holding your hilt. The sword shrank to a dagger, tiny and deadly. You were a dagger. Then to a hair pin. You were an hair pin. And finally to a simple blade like ear ring. You were an ear ring.

You pull yourself out of the earring and back to your own body. The blade could transform itself. You concentrated and you grew taller, clothes shrinking tighter about your grown form. The blade could transform its wielder!