The guild

With so little to go on you head into the hunters league building. It looks like... well basically a typical modern cafeteria but with all wood benches and tables. A couple of old dudes are sitting playing cards, another old man is reading a book and smoking a pipe. He looks you over for a couple of seconds before saying, “Here for a remove curse I suspect.” As if it was the most normal thing to say.

You think for a second, then just say, “Ya, sure.”

“You a member?”

“Yes.” Your mind races to remember the name he called you. “Y’Kara”

“Huh, well the name is right but you seem off somehow.” He says staring at you.

“The curse remember.”

He thinks for a bit then agrees, “I guess that could be it. Got 40 gold?” You hand it to him and he mumbles odd words and makes weird gestures apparently casting a spell. Blue energy washes over you and suddenly your monster cock plops off and melts revealing a cute little pussy. Yet that isn’t all that changes, all of the memories, feelings, and talents of whatever was left of whoever Y’Kara was fades into nothingness as well. Sadly this doesn’t bring back much of what you no longer remember of your former life either and as the spell energy fades you find yourself suddenly feeling alone, afraid, and in **** need of some clothing.

“Oh now I see, you’re one of those hero souls, servents of the shards, or whatever they are calling you guys now. Huh, haven’t seen one of you in a while. Well guess we can’t call you Y’Kara anymore. Hell now that her remnant is gone you don’t really even look like her anymore. Well we need to register a new name for your membership. What do you say? What feels right?” He asks grabbing a scroll and quill pen.