"Concealed curse? Perfect!" Tenfingers was scandalized. "So the magical sight potion Lucas sold me was a dud. Fantastic! Apparently, everyone thinks they can get away with ripping off the best thief in the Three Kingdoms. For example: Veritus said he had scouted out the dwelling of a powerful wizard, filled with magical items and brimming with gold. I paid him handsomely for the location, but when I arrive it's just a bunch of grime covered rubbish. And now I find out that the only thing there that was slightly magical was cursed. That's sort of why I paid nine gold pieces to that charlatan Lucas for a potion that would let me see any enchantment, but it's so much more fun to learn about it after the fact!" Tenfingers slumped in her chair, crossing her arms underneath her bust, pouting.
"Or..." Jalah said with eyes rolling. "The information could have been at least half correct. And the potion could have been working properly. It takes a lot of magical skill to stack spells like this. You wouldn't be able to see the curse with something so crude as a potion."
"So you're trying to tell me he really was a powerful wizard? Jalah, the man came down the stairs wearing his chamberpot like a sloshing metallic bed slipper. I don't buy it."
"Old age is as unkind to wizards as it is with the rest of humankind. He may be senile now, but you saw how faded the charm was. It was cast years ago." Jalah's concerned expression intensified. She rocked back a bit in her chair, lost in thought. "This could mean that-"
And then several things happened in rapid succession. Jalah rocked far enough back in her chair to shift her breasts that were resting on the tabletop into her lap. This tipped her center of balance past the fulcrum of the two rear legs of her chair. Her head and the back of the chair hit the wall. Then the two chair legs lost traction on the wooden floor and shot forwards. Jalah was left in an awkward heap, half under the table, rubbing her head furiously. Her shout of pain came through gritted teeth.
"GOD'S NINE WHORES!"
"Omygosh- are you OK?" Tenfingers was instantly by her side.
Jalah bit back the urge to snap at her friend. But some of the annoyance of knowing her clumsy act was witnessed crept into her voice. "Fine, really. I'm fine. My braids absorbed most of the impact. Could you, you know, be a dear and help me up?"
Maybe it's just the fact that the curse is almost certainly going to cause breast growth that has me thinking this, but are Tenfinger's breasts getting larger? Look at the first comic in this story versus this one.
Hey, Woot, if you're not too swamped with Tenfingers, could you do an oekaki drawing of the purple-haired girl (Chiharu I think?) from Eiken? Her boobs are already huge but I want to see how you'd make it better ;)
"Or..." Jalah said with eyes rolling. "The information could have been at least half correct. And the potion could have been working properly. It takes a lot of magical skill to stack spells like this. You wouldn't be able to see the curse with something so crude as a potion."
"So you're trying to tell me he really was a powerful wizard? Jalah, the man came down the stairs wearing his chamberpot like a sloshing metallic bed slipper. I don't buy it."
"Old age is as unkind to wizards as it is with the rest of humankind. He may be senile now, but you saw how faded the charm was. It was cast years ago." Jalah's concerned expression intensified. She rocked back a bit in her chair, lost in thought. "This could mean that-"
And then several things happened in rapid succession. Jalah rocked far enough back in her chair to shift her breasts that were resting on the tabletop into her lap. This tipped her center of balance past the fulcrum of the two rear legs of her chair. Her head and the back of the chair hit the wall. Then the two chair legs lost traction on the wooden floor and shot forwards. Jalah was left in an awkward heap, half under the table, rubbing her head furiously. Her shout of pain came through gritted teeth.
"GOD'S NINE WHORES!"
"Omygosh- are you OK?" Tenfingers was instantly by her side.
Jalah bit back the urge to snap at her friend. But some of the annoyance of knowing her clumsy act was witnessed crept into her voice. "Fine, really. I'm fine. My braids absorbed most of the impact. Could you, you know, be a dear and help me up?"
"Oh, right."