Vaarsuvius awakes, addled and chained in a cave. The elf’s mind quickly reasserts itself, recognizing the tattered state of robes and battered state of body. And the unmistakable stench of black dragon. Containing the horror rising, the elf touches the collar around its neck. It is mystically wrought silver, inscribed in Elven: ‘Servitude’, the script glowing with a wicked purple light.
An all too familiar voice hisses through the cavern, “So, you are awake. I’ve been waiting for this, so long despairing, hating without hope. You made a terrible mistake, elf. Tiamat would never stand for such an imbalance, such a destruction. She saw fit to grant the wish of my remaining kin, to restore me. Divine instruction I have been given, to repopulate. I think you will find the Queen’s desires…deliciously ironic. Heightened Polymorph Other!”
The elf comprehends perfectly, seeing the impressive, gleaming form of its familial nemesis. Vaarsuvius can only scream as its body is ripped into new being, a wordless scream that becomes a roar before true pleasure and horror ensue…
Vaarsuvius awakes, addled and lethargic in a plush bed. The elf’s mind quickly reasserts itself, recognizing a rush of sensastions Vaarsuvius has only felt near its Mate. And the unmistakable aroma of black dragon, somehow seductive and addling his will. Trying to fight the rising, unbidden feelings, the elf touches the collar around its neck. It is mystically wrought silver, inscribed in Elven: ‘Abandon’, (although it translates to common better as 'the wild abandon of love') the script glowing with a sensual purple light.
An all too familiar voice hisses through the cavern, “So, you are awake. I’ve been waiting for this, so long despairing, hating without hope. But hate is so entwined with love, especially among my kind. I was brought back, Vaarsuvius, bidden to restore the destruction we caused together. I promise it will be an experience you will never forget…or regret."
The dragon's voice fails to bring rage or hatred in Vaarsuvius, instead filling the elf's richly robed form with a passion he does not have the willpower to be ashamed of. The humanoid form standing at the foot of the bed, crawling toward Vaarsuvius heightens the reaction, the delicious sensatons, and with open arms the new couple begins their mutual seduction, a hot whisper: 'Polymorph'…