Re: Trouble in the Deep (sturm) GMed by thetwo
As Andrea changed shape, so too did Amber. Instead of going for the bigger and bulkier shape of an alpha-male she opted for more of a slight of build male with narrow, finer features, aiming to form features that would seem in line with the lighter voice that her magical spell could reliably produce and also not so big as to rip through her battle mage outfit. There were limits even to magic, and she knew that there was a limit to how deep she could make her voice before it would not be convincing, especially given how little she had actually spoken when telepathy was the primary form of communication for her people. That all aside, she darkened her hair and gave her eyes a more muted blue color that would not stand out so much among the shorebound before also forming her ears to what was also standard for those that walked on land. Almost as an afterthought she added an ugly scar down one side of her face and another across her throat that would hopefully cause anyone hearing her to discount her voice as a side effect of an old injury. When it came to time for her manhood, she decided that less was more and bestowed only a modestly sized shaft and pair of balls upon herself, nothing to rival Andrea's monster. It was still an unfamiliar feeling between her legs, but there was nothing for it.
As the two of them snuck up the beach to cover, Amber noticed Andrea's broken bra and grimaced. She encouraged her comrade telepathically. "I apologize, I should have warned you about that. Don't worry though, once I cast my illusion over you it will look like you are wearing the garb of a successful pirate. Remember to act confident. You are the biggest, toughest, most cunning pirate of your crew and I am your trusted second. You are now an alpha male. Don't show embarrassment or hesitation while we are out here. From what I've observed of these people, size matters. As long as you act like you are the leader of a tough crew of pirates, they shouldn't doubt you. I'll create a large, fake bag of denarii for you to flash at potential sellers, just try to avoid letting them touch it. I'll ask for green haired women, saying that's what you're into, and you just stand there looking intimidating."
While she was speaking, Amber was weaving a spell around herself, first darkening her hair all the way to brown before giving herself some loose-fitting beige pants held up by a rope as well as a light blue v-neck longsleeve top that fit loosely and had a pair of tails coming off that back that fluttered in the breeze. Lastly she put a magical filter over her mouth, humming to herself to get the pitch at what seemed right. Both of her garments were stained and had rips in them, hopefully consistent with what men had access to after a long time at sea. Then she went to Andrea and gave her an illusory outfit as well while she continued to 'calibrate' the magical voice filter.
First she pulled away the tattered remains of her bra. "Sorry Andrea, can't have this flopping outside of the illusion and blowing our cover." She sat the bra remains aside before crafting the illusion. Hers consisted of darker pants with pinstripes and a button down shirt that revealed her sinister scars on her chest. This was topped with a navy-colored coat styled after a navy officer's that had some gold embroidering and some a pair of shoulder boards that each sported a gold skull and crossbones. Andrea's outfit lacked the holes and stains of her own to reinforce her status as the leader, but she still put some frays and smaller tears in it to fit the look of 'man' wearing it. Before she forgot, she made Andrea's hair appear darker, hiding the last traces of green. The last things she bestowed on Andrea were two large pouches fastened to the inside of her officer's coat, one on each side, that she filled with about fifty denarii apiece. As an afterthought she slipped on the ragged footwear she had been wearing since before the volcanic island. "Ready? Can you think of anything else we need?" This she voiced aloud, making sure her magic was properly attuned. Amber waited to hear any concerns her mermaid friend had before continuing.
If Andrea didn't have any concerns, she would head in the direction of town, stopping partway there to throw some water on her face when in view of the town, acting as though it was refreshing, but mostly doing it so that they would have a reason to be wet, hopefully causing anyone who met them to give it no further thought.
Telepathically she reached out to Melisa and whispered, "Melisa, we are on the island and coming to get you."