Warlock's Reflection and Attempted Bonding

“I can’t believe you had a magical contract on hand,” said Ariana with surprise, as she finished writing her name on the parchment with the quill she had conjured with her own mystical abilities.

“I always keep a few on me,” said Molsalkisa, “I have found it helps keep from being screwed over in a deal.”

“Had a few of them, I’m guessing,” said Ariana.

“And then some,” said Molsalkisa, “other races have done what they can to take advantage of the saurian race; our history is unfortunately littered with such cases.”

“I heard Dino-kin had a problematic history,” said Ariana, “I guess it’s because of how new they are compared to other races.”

“I’m sorry,” said Jonah, “did you say the dinosaur people are a young culture? I was under the impression they were one of the older races, seeing as dinosaurs predate pretty much all modern living things by a considerable margin.”

“I can see how you would be confused about that,” said Ulnarka, “but the Dino-kin, which is what Molsalkisa and I are, actually happens to be a newer race. Truth be told, our culture and history are only a small handful of centuries old. Some unethical mage managed to bring dinosaurs into the modern world as monsters a good century or two before Yuri dropped into our world a few decades ago and reignited the fervor for Alpharians.”

“Yeah, and because of how he managed to negotiate things in the town at the edge of things he popped up near, and a few other places,” said Ariana, “more and more ruling powers are taking an active interest in practically everything related to Alpharians.”

“Yeah, well,” said Jonah, “the reason she had you sign that contract is that I apparently happen to be an Alpharian as well, and the twins seem to be Dreamborn.”

Ariana blinked a few times in surprise before surprisedly saying, “What? Are you…”

“Okay, said Ulnarka, “that’s enough of that; you can have a mental breakdown later in your room; follow me.” She led Ariana to a room two doors down from the twins on the opposite side of the hall. The blue-skinned woman silently took the signal to enter the room and do what she would with it.

The moment she was in the room and the door, she closed the door behind her and set her lantern on the table by the bed, then opened it and suddenly went into a magical space contained within. It had the look of an ocean-themed waiting room inside. Sea green, tidal blue, and coral pink pillows lined the boundaries of the space; a column of shining indigo coral dominated the center of the space; with a gesture or command, she could control light levels; it all used the lantern’s shape as a template for the design of the room; most of her kit, including her bags and weapons were in here as well. Her light crossbow, crossbow bolts, a pair of daggers, and fishing net were all in here.

Ariana’s mother came from a fishing family, and taught Ariana the art of the fisher; her mother had been tired of living alone and having her family matron continually pestering her about working to secure the next generation. So, her mother somehow managed to find a way to summon a water genie, and made the offer for him to sire a child through her, which he didn’t turn down. After Ariana entered her teens, her sire put in an appearance and became her patron for greater magics; then after she developed enough in her understanding and capabilities as a Warlock, he gave her the mission of coming to this island with no further explanation.

Ariana was in her early twenties, and she was lost on what her sire was after. At least until she learned about Jonah, then everything clicked into place. Her sire’s intentions seemed like they had become crystal clear when she learned a male Alpharian was on this island. She needed a distraction.

After taking a moment to compose herself, and making sure her attire was all in proper order, Ariana grabbed one of her daggers and affixed it to her hip before returning to the room she was given and headed out of the room; she had a feeling she would need to blow off steam in a bit.

After entering the hall, Ariana looked around and found the twins alone, looking over their own gear. Ariana was a registered adventurer; the twins were likely not. There were no real issues with unregistered adventurers, but those who were registered enjoyed better benefits in civilized areas. Yuri Althaus’s contributions to the world exceeded everyone’s expectations over a decade ago; more durable cards with considerably more functions than before were just one of those contributions everyone would not shut up about.

Ariana approached the twins and said, “So, what do you know?”

“Not a whole lot,” said Trisha, “we are technically from the same place as Jonah; we were with him when the summoning portal pulled us in. From what Molsalkisa has managed to tell us in the time we have been here, we would have been ignored by the spell, even if we ere were in close proximity to its target, if we had been ordinary humans.”

“But,” said Marsha, “it seems our actual sire was a dream spirit, likely from this world, going on how things were implied. Now my sister is a Sorceress, and I’m a Druid. What are you after?”

“Truthfully,” said Ariana, “not a whole lot. My sire, who is a water genie, tasked me with coming here but didn’t elaborate on anything. Near as I can guess, he’s planning on having me breed with your friend to produce more Genieborn tied to him for one reason or another.”

“Yeah, well,” said Trisha, “truth be told, before all this happened, Jonah was a pretty average guy who only turned fuckably hot after we ended up here.”

Marsha ribbed her twin with her elbow before saying, “Sorry, my sister is usually a bit more tactful, but she’s been a bit more open about things she probably shouldn’t since we got here. I recently noticed that whatever physical changes had happened to us on arrival weren’t quite done yet; we had nearly identical figures before arriving here, and even shortly after. But now, after a few days, the physical differences between us are far more overt and obvious.”

“Yeah,” said Trisha, “and we both have the kind of figures models, and celebrities back home would be so jealous of. Some people would joke they would kill for bodies like this. Hourglass figures like ours and yours,” she gestured to Ariana, “are incredibly desirable. Busts like the ones you and I sport would be the envy of just about anywhere we went back in the place we called home, and my sister’s ass would be the envy of quite a few places as well.” Marsha gave her twin the stink eye for a brief moment, “our busts back home weren’t nearly this pronounced. And I may have been a social butterfly back home in my old job, but even I wasn’t this socially open.”

“So,” said Ariana, “have any plans?”

“We found a dungeon nearby recently,” said Marsha, “we were thinking of spending tomorrow in preparations to properly dive it, taking everyone with us, and see how far we can go in the place before we have to call it quits.”

“Who knows,” said Trisha, “we might find some worthwhile treasure.”