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>Make all their clothes into bondage gear! Turn the grass into rope! Fuse them all into one body! Do it all by just looking at them!
Slow down, whippersnappers, you’re not some Arch-mage who can bend reality on a whim! There are limits to your powers!
>How fast is transmutation? Could you just melt their weapons? Maybe transmute their clothing into bondage?
It depends. There are a few rules you need to follow, the most important one being that you need to be in direct contact with whatever you want to change. As for time, it depends on what you’re trying to do. The further you wander from the original state of the material, the longer and harder it will be to achieve. Thus, fusing a pair of bronze wrist cuffs with a bronze belt only takes a second, while making a bronze chain out of grass would take years. The only exception is unmaking changes you’ve already done, as that is as simple as thinking about it, even at a distance.
>Two very breedable Sakkilians there.
Bahravus: ”Why, young lady...” you take a moment to look her up and down, taking special note of her bronze bracers and belt, “I’m certain we can come to a mutual beneficial bargain.”
Sakkilian Lady: “Bargain? Ha!” she laughs before giving you a wide grin, “No, there won’t be a bargain. Give us the imp.” Pointing towards her belly, she adds, “Or we’ll just eat you, even if you’re too stubborn to become fat at a decent pace.”
Maz: ”NahNah! Can’t catch me!” you hear Maz voice ring out, “You’re too slow, mortal!”
Helmeted Sakkilian: “Hey!” the other Sakkilian warrior throws herself towards the imp, but fails miserably at catching him, “Get over here, you little snack!”
Bahravus: ”I am Bahravus, an old and powerful wizard.” you tell her while shifting your weight, moving ever so slightly closer to her, “What shall I call you, mighty warrior?”
Sakkilian Lady: “Your grave, if you don’t give us the imp, gramps.” glancing over her shoulder, she continues, “And if you want to sign your final resting place before I gulp you down, be my guest. Otherwise I don’t care what you’re called, old man. After all, you’ll either digest or leave soon enough.”
Bahravus: ”You should care that I am a wizard, young lady.” once again, you shift your weight to your other leg, moving another foot closer, “After all, I can give our offspring magical abilities.”
Sakkilian Lady: “HA! Dream on, gray-haired goat!” with a tooth filled smile, she chuckles, ”Our virginities are destined to be broken by a powerful predator warrior!” and finally her hands rests near her hips, “not some fat elderly piece of meat.”
Maz: ”Maybe you should be quicker if you didn’t have such a fat ass!” you hear the imp taunt the other warrior, “FAT ASS!”
Helmeted Sakkilian: “Stop flying around, you little- off!” taking a kick to her snout, the helmet wearing Sakkilian stumbles back a bit, “Damn, that kick packed a punch!”
Sakkilian Lady: “Heh.” the lady in front of you smirks, getting distracted by what’s happening behind her, “What’s wrong, sister? Getting bested by a little imp?”
Leaning forward, you gently touch both of her bracers, quickly fusing them with her bronze belt. She didn’t even notice.
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