This choice: You a cruel female djinn who wamts to reshape the world as she sees fit • Go Back...Chapter #4T'Slai, the evil Djinn by: LGV   You are T'Slai, ancient female Djinn set on reshaping the world. Long ago, before the Kingdom of Tryzantium was even a mere concept, you had been a human princess. Your original name and history have long since been forgotten by both the world and yourself. The sole memory you have of your days before becoming a Djinn was the night you were tossed into some foul chamber, nude and bound. It was there some dark creature transformed you into the thing you have become and imprisoned you eternally into your lamp. Since that fateful day, you've eagerly awaited for the day you escaped from your gilded cell and could unleash havoc upon the world.
In the meanwhile, you've used your powers to their fullest extent to abuse those foolish enough to seek your blessings. To you, it was a sort of game: twist their wishes as devilish as possible. In fact, it was quite possible that the severity of your endowments was fully responsible for the harsh reputation creatures of your kind were known for. Most who encountered you survived, but they never remained unchanged from their original form and almost always it was in a way they had not been expecting.
Take, for instance, Emira, novice witch of the Ellesian Woods. She had come to you seeking to subdue the goblin tribe that was plaguing her woods. Though she had wanted them dead, her exact wording was that she should ''be able to subdue them''. So, with a flick of your wrist you had her beautiful elven form explode into a thousand gold pieces. It was with these pieces that her kingdom was able to bribe the goblins into moving on to harass another city. She had gotten what she wanted, even if it meant her conscious being eternally locked into a sack of coins.
Or take Jorund, a foolish young blacksmith who, before the great calamity that had afflicted the Hashaan, had lusted after a rotund noblewoman. His position in the caste system meant that she would never be with him, so he came to you for assistance. Alas,the poor boy wished for ''Alessa to love me'' which sealed his fate. More than anything the obese woman loved to eat and it was for that you transformed Jorund into a delicious cake. Alessa unknowingly feasted on him that evening, devouring every last bite of his sugary form. As with Emira, he spent the rest of his existence trapped on her belly, nothing more than a conscious belt of fat.
Reminiscing on these situations and others was how you spent most of your free time.
Today, though, your trip down memory lane is cut short as you are summoned from your lamp, only to meet...
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