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Rated: 13+ · Interactive · Action/Adventure · #2279313
Family is sucked into an RPG world
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Chapter #3

Mismatched band

    by: Rorke Author IconMail Icon
Waldo the Many
Wizard of a hundred and one spells.
Once the mightiest of all spellcasters as he could perform all spells from all types of magic from madness-inducing chaos magic to healing light magic. Till his hubris caused him to be tricked and all his spells striped. Now he wishes to reclaim them, no matter what.
Powers- High endurance, healing spell, fireball spell, invisibility potion, staff combat.

Narza the Savage
Unstoppable Jungle Barbarian
Coming from the savage southern Jungle comes a 7feet tall woman-beast who kills elephants with her bare fists. Forced north by wildfires she has hired herself out to whoever offers the best meat and biggest things to smash.
Powers-Strength of five men in each arm, vine swinging, high jump, night vision.

Sir Edgar of Ham-Dale-Love
An eager knight with enchanted armor.
Newly minted and eager to make a name for himself, he travels the land in search of adventure. Skill with the blade yet merciful.
Powers-Enchanted armor makes him stronger and faster than most men, eagle eye site, master of any weapon.

Nova Frost-In-Day
Prickly Ice Pixie
Banish from her ice fairy castle where her temper froze the duchess dress, this snowstorm with wings searches for a new icy waste to call home.
Powers-Freezing breath, can fly with wings, glow at will, immune to cold.

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All these descriptions of people they Wishbones didn't now flood their ears as waves of stars covered their eyes.

Arnold staggered as the vision dissipated, "Oh, maybe I should stay away from the vodka for a week, hay Mary."

No replay.

"Mary?" Instead of being in his room as he had thought, Arnold found himself on a dirt track, which was bordered on each side by a massive thicket of trees that not even a fly could pass throw.

Looking over himself Arnold saw he wasn't in his jeans and shirt but instead was in a long grey coat with curved shoes and a pointed blue hat like a wizard. Feeling his face he discovered a long beard. A horrid realization came over him "I am Waldo!"

He stood there for a full minute till noticing a light at the end of the path and having nothing else to do he moved towards it.

Arnold or should he be called Waldo arrived in a small clearing where a floating crystal illuminated the area.

Clearly not learning his lesson from the square moved forward to touch it. Suddenly a blue buzzing thing swarmed his head, "Hey get away from, take this," A ball of fire shot from his palm narrowly missing the blue thing, "Whoa so all of Waldo's powers are real."

The blue thing flew up right up to his nose, revealing itself to be a small woman no bigger than his hand with blue skin, purple hair, pointed ears wearing a dress made of frosted leaves, and four flapping wasp wings keeping her afloat in the air. "Hey, Granpa. What gives it's bad enough I am big enough to be a bird's snack, I don't want to be a fairy shishkabob!"

"So, sorry miss I didn't mean to roast you I thought you were a dumb bug..wait?" he paused."Betty? Is that you?"

The now small and blue Betty recognized the voice of her parent, "Dad, why are...Gandalf?"

"Actually I am Waldo the Many which is how I was able to throw a fireball at you!"

Putting a finger to her clear blue lips, Betty deduced she must be Nova. Fluttering to a berry bush she surrendered to instinct, she took a deep breath and blew hard, a sharp gusting blizzard turned the leaves and branches into ice.

"Whoa, this is so cool. It's like we have superpowers!" Betty screamed as she buzzed around wildly.

"Yay and I got a pretty good one, I can lift rocks!" The Wizard and Ice Pixie turned to see a night in glistening silver armor and winged helmet. it was Tony who was now Sir Edgar the heroic knight. In one hand was his sword and over his shoulder a log that he carried like it weight as much as his gym bag with smelly socks. " This sword can cut throw wood like butter and I can carry it like a pillow, if this is a dream I don't want to wake up anytime soon."

Rather than inform his son that he had doubts it was a dream, he instead did a head count, "Hey, Kids where is your mother."

A call came from up another path, "I am here. Ow! Why are these branches so low?

If becoming an ice-breathing Pixie was the weirdest transformation the three thought there was, they were so wrong it was frightening.

Coming out on the forest path was not the overweight and sweet woman they knew but a 7feet tall amazon barbarian, he arms, and legs like tree trunks, her bare stomach a rough pavement of bulging stones, the sole clothes spread across frame was a leopard skin skirt and what seemed to be tiger skin sports bra. It was a truly awe-inspiring sight.

"Why are you so small? Are we at a costume party?" She said with a jerk of her head.

A most surprised Tony said, "Mom have you looked at yourself?"

"Of course, I have looked at myself-oh, my god!" She said as she looked down first seeing her mighty bust, then round biceps and tense stomach. "What in hell is going on!"

As if waiting for an overdue cue the crystal hummed and burst, an orb of glowing gold took its place which then spoke " Greeting players, you have chosen fantasy, to complete the Role-playing game you must complete fifty quests by overcoming great obstacles and foes to earn upgrades but don't rush for you have all the time in the world to explore the world. So choose your path and have fun."

The orb disappeared and so did a section of the thick woods revealing a fork and a signpost left said Castle Quest and right said Small Town.

The reunited family stood in dumb silence for a minute before regaining their wits and deciding to...


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