Title:           (For /tg/) The Warlord gets his Way - WIP
Author:          Pony_Azathoth
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First Edit:      Saturday 27th of June 2015 04:00:43 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 27th of June 2015 04:00:43 PM CDT

His new name was Uka. His old name didn't matter. He was about two feet taller, a hell of a lot smoother, and also feeling very strange right now.
 
Two days ago, he was captured. A mystical amulet that gave him the powers to sense gold and treasure lured him to the Wild lands, but he was caught in an ambush. He managed to scratch one of the brutelings, but a few slavelings with nets came up behind him and caught him. Then they dropped him in a hole and fed him pink water that made his hair fall out and bones shrink.
 
Yes, Uka had become a slaveling. They were rarely seen in the civilized lands, the eastern end of the continent of Keriba and the 26 islands that dot it shores were free from them. But the warlord had struck out west many years ago, taking the wild lands there for his use. It is rumored that all through those lands are tiny settlements and towns, often hidden in holes and in the trees, who watch over the lands and capture intruders. He found it this was true.
 
Slavelings were small, about 3 feet tall. Their skin was smooth and often dotted with spots, typically around the inner thigh or more embarrassingly the rear end. They didn't have hair anywhere except a tiny patch on their head usually styled as a Mohawk or a messy bundle. Their colors ranged from orange to blue to lime green to reddish. He was roughly between orange and red himself, a more dusty color. He also had a short and stumpy tail poking up from above his rear. As he was dragged out of that hole, he was filthy with the mud and muck from down there, but after being manhandled and made to bath in a stream nearby, he was clean. The water ran against his body and made him shiver, not just from the cold, but from the incredibly sensitive skin he was given. He had smooth skin like that of a babe now, he wondered if that would keep forever. That could take some getting used to.
 
Now given a loincloth and freed from his bindings, he was told he was no longer an enemy of the Warlord. He felt angry still, but his thoughts of escape were dashed; where would he go? Would he return to his town in the east, and be executed or imprisoned as the strange beast he was now? Even harder then his new skin; he would have to get used to looking at the world over a muzzle, his mouth elongated and his teeth now more sharp, though locked away in his new jaw. The Brutelings stood over him. He almost wanted to strike him, but he could not. The Bruteling was about 5 feet tall or so, fat and strong, they even looked a bit pig like, especially the females. He was no match for them physically in his new body, especially without a weapon. These 'Brutelings' were like the knights or nobles of the Warlord's realm, and he as a Slaveling was like a serf.
 
He wasn't going to beg. Uka had no intention of doing so, especially not in the hut where he was given a loincloth to wear and a new name. Before him stood what appeared to be similar to a Slaveling, but with long horns and a staff. Uka felt the thing before him had some kind of eldritch power, a Sorcerer or maybe a Witch; so he didn't want to make it mad. But this injustice would not stand.
 
"Return me to my human form at once!" Uka stated to the Queerling, But it merely shook its head.
 
"I do not have the power. Perhaps the Warlord could, if you asked him?" The Queerling stated with a cocky grin. It was obvious a sarcastic remark, to mock the furious Uka.
 
"Alright, I will!" Uka said angrily, storming out of the hut. Rubbing his neck, he missed both the weight of his magic amulet already. And his adam's apple, which was now also gone in place of his smooth, almost girlish neck. He nearly tripped over the fat green tail the Bruteling guard wore as he left the little hut.
 
Now first order of business, go find his amulet. Then go tell the warlord to change him back. But a sinking weight in his stomach knew that was a moot point, why would he change him back? What would he do now as a instrument of his now hated enemy?
