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Une commande de JoyfulNocturne
Un jeune alchimiste teste une potion de force de sa conception, mais les effets sont bien plus puissants que prévus. Résultats : des poils partout, une force incontrôlable, et une chute drastique de ses capacités cérébrales l'empêchant de poursuivre ses études d'alchimie. Heureusement, il trouvera refuge dans un ordre de moines-guerriers qui l'aideront à discipliner ses nouvelles capacités...

Story by JoyfulNocturne :
In his final year at the region’s most renowned school of arcane knowledge, the mage-student Nocty poured hours of study and effort into perfecting a new kind of potion, one which could grant any mage the might of a seasoned warrior. The strength of a warrior who chooses to solve all their problems with force, the sort who talks shit about how wizards are nerds who hide behind books.
He wasn’t bitter. Not in the slightest. And even if he was, it only served to drive his ambition towards success. That and the fear of receiving a failing grade had pushed Nocty to spend many all-nighters working on this potion.

But the arcane and alchemical riddles Nocty faced were… challenging, to say the least. He was trying his best with concepts far above his grade, but he harbored a growing number of doubts about the calculations he had underpinned the entire concoction on.
Others might have abandoned a project which had ballooned in complexity to such a degree. But to Nocty, total failure wasn’t an option, else it might fuel more bullying in the future, either from meat-heads or his fellows at the academy.
He held the first prototype in a flask up to his face. Even if he ended up being a big failure… he had to at least try. The academy would accept no less, and neither would his scornful peers.

*glug glug*

It took exactly the calculated amount of time for the potion to take effect. Nocty felt a burning fire begin to pulse across his body, from his heart and lungs out to his limbs. It was like his blood was heating up, massaging and infusing his muscles to push them into accelerated growth.

And sure enough, soon Nocty began to feel his muscles swell and grow. Like pulsing waves, every few seconds his arms thickened, his shoulders broadened, and his height increased by a hair. Soon the sensation began to lessen, and Nocty felt with certainty that he had gained strength, height, and muscle that put him at the top of his class in physical attributes. He let out a triumphant chuckle as picked up a quill to begin taking notes. But he got only a few scribbled lines in before his unfamiliar larger digits snapped the frail feather. With a sense of euphoria, Nocty got up to approach the mirror in the corner of the lab, careful to keep his now ill-fitting robes on.

He barely had time to do a single flex, however, before Nocty’s stomach lurched, and he began furiously coughing up what he hoped was just blood. The heat of transformation picked back up again, but this time with such intense force that he felt like his whole body was on fire. Especially on… his skin? Nocty forced himself up just enough to look into the mirror, and what he saw horrified him. Golden orange fur was bursting across his skin in thick clumps. As his strength built up further, the massive muscles were covered in long, feline hairs. His robes which had barely been able to contain his growing frame admitted defeat, bursting and tearing into scraps of cloth as more fur pushed out in-between the gaps.

Nocty was too beside himself in fear to notice how his head began to grow as well, both upwards with large ears and outwards with the formation of a widening snout.
His hands spasmed and bulged outwards, thickening into something like large paws, with sharp claws growing where his fingernails had once been. So too did his legs and feet change, thick animal haunches rising up on digitigrade paws. Nocty’s tailbone pushed outwards as a bushy lion tail formed above his now sculpted, muscular buttocks.

And lastly, his face. It grew outwards, even more muscle pushing out into thick jowls alongside a feline snout. Across his face Nocty felt hair thicken and spread across the entirety of his face. No, not hair, fur.

And suddenly, it was over. Nocty tried to move carefully, his mighty heart now beating rapidly.
Just as quickly as he had grown those muscles, the potion had rendered him completely unrecognizable, as himself and as a human entirely! Where had he gone wrong?

A Potion of Lion’s Strength. He had meant for it to be a catchy and poetic name. But now… his idiocy, his hubris, his paranoia had all ruined everything!
With a single swipe he sent the entire table of notes and reagents toppling to the floor. He began to flail about, letting loose the strength he had ruined his entire life to obtain. Was it animalistic urges overtaking him? Was it simply pent up rage at the wizard academy which had pushed him to be so reckless? Was it anger at himself and his unfulfilled ambitions to be a masterful mage?
Whatever that rage was, it helped the lion man deliver a furious storm of punches into the wall of the academy building, as he let out a mighty, anguished roar.

…

When a professor came to check on the student alchemy lab, she was shocked to discover the whole place had been trashed. The equipment brutalized and books shredded, an entire wall smashed open, beastly tracks escaping outwards into the night.
Clearly, no student was capable of such impressive feats of strength…

…

Some time later, the local monastery of monks welcomed a new member to their sanctuary. A massive, ferocious lion man who had no name and who possessed more strength than he knew how to handle. Through time, patience, and quiet discipline, the monks refined the beast into something befitting their order. Taught him the ways of asceticism and fighting with the open paw.

And the lion was joyous beyond words for their mercy.

In time, the lion man was inducted into the ranks of the temple’s warrior-monk guardians. Trained to unify his strength and willpower into a presence that radiated might and tranquility. As a Mage, he had been hotheaded and mediocre. But as a Monk, he was humble yet esteemed for his abilities.

Despite the hours of silence and meditation he had, the lion seldom gave any thoughts towards the arcane, much less considered going back. He had a better life now. One of simple routines, with ample time to hone his magnificent body.

And if any puny mages were to ever try to enter the temple, he would find great mirth in showing them their place.

Description
Une commande de JoyfulNocturne
Un jeune alchimiste teste une potion de force de sa conception, mais les effets sont bien plus puissants que prévus. Résultats : des poils partout, une force incontrôlable, et une chute drastique de ses capacités cérébrales l'empêchant de poursuivre ses études d'alchimie. Heureusement, il trouvera refuge dans un ordre de moines-guerriers qui l'aideront à discipliner ses nouvelles capacités...

Story by JoyfulNocturne :
In his final year at the region’s most renowned school of arcane knowledge, the mage-student Nocty poured hours of study and effort into perfecting a new kind of potion, one which could grant any mage the might of a seasoned warrior. The strength of a warrior who chooses to solve all their problems with force, the sort who talks shit about how wizards are nerds who hide behind books.
He wasn’t bitter. Not in the slightest. And even if he was, it only served to drive his ambition towards success. That and the fear of receiving a failing grade had pushed Nocty to spend many all-nighters working on this potion.

But the arcane and alchemical riddles Nocty faced were… challenging, to say the least. He was trying his best with concepts far above his grade, but he harbored a growing number of doubts about the calculations he had underpinned the entire concoction on.
Others might have abandoned a project which had ballooned in complexity to such a degree. But to Nocty, total failure wasn’t an option, else it might fuel more bullying in the future, either from meat-heads or his fellows at the academy.
He held the first prototype in a flask up to his face. Even if he ended up being a big failure… he had to at least try. The academy would accept no less, and neither would his scornful peers.

*glug glug*

It took exactly the calculated amount of time for the potion to take effect. Nocty felt a burning fire begin to pulse across his body, from his heart and lungs out to his limbs. It was like his blood was heating up, massaging and infusing his muscles to push them into accelerated growth.

And sure enough, soon Nocty began to feel his muscles swell and grow. Like pulsing waves, every few seconds his arms thickened, his shoulders broadened, and his height increased by a hair. Soon the sensation began to lessen, and Nocty felt with certainty that he had gained strength, height, and muscle that put him at the top of his class in physical attributes. He let out a triumphant chuckle as picked up a quill to begin taking notes. But he got only a few scribbled lines in before his unfamiliar larger digits snapped the frail feather. With a sense of euphoria, Nocty got up to approach the mirror in the corner of the lab, careful to keep his now ill-fitting robes on.

He barely had time to do a single flex, however, before Nocty’s stomach lurched, and he began furiously coughing up what he hoped was just blood. The heat of transformation picked back up again, but this time with such intense force that he felt like his whole body was on fire. Especially on… his skin? Nocty forced himself up just enough to look into the mirror, and what he saw horrified him. Golden orange fur was bursting across his skin in thick clumps. As his strength built up further, the massive muscles were covered in long, feline hairs. His robes which had barely been able to contain his growing frame admitted defeat, bursting and tearing into scraps of cloth as more fur pushed out in-between the gaps.

Nocty was too beside himself in fear to notice how his head began to grow as well, both upwards with large ears and outwards with the formation of a widening snout.
His hands spasmed and bulged outwards, thickening into something like large paws, with sharp claws growing where his fingernails had once been. So too did his legs and feet change, thick animal haunches rising up on digitigrade paws. Nocty’s tailbone pushed outwards as a bushy lion tail formed above his now sculpted, muscular buttocks.

And lastly, his face. It grew outwards, even more muscle pushing out into thick jowls alongside a feline snout. Across his face Nocty felt hair thicken and spread across the entirety of his face. No, not hair, fur.

And suddenly, it was over. Nocty tried to move carefully, his mighty heart now beating rapidly.
Just as quickly as he had grown those muscles, the potion had rendered him completely unrecognizable, as himself and as a human entirely! Where had he gone wrong?

A Potion of Lion’s Strength. He had meant for it to be a catchy and poetic name. But now… his idiocy, his hubris, his paranoia had all ruined everything!
With a single swipe he sent the entire table of notes and reagents toppling to the floor. He began to flail about, letting loose the strength he had ruined his entire life to obtain. Was it animalistic urges overtaking him? Was it simply pent up rage at the wizard academy which had pushed him to be so reckless? Was it anger at himself and his unfulfilled ambitions to be a masterful mage?
Whatever that rage was, it helped the lion man deliver a furious storm of punches into the wall of the academy building, as he let out a mighty, anguished roar.

…

When a professor came to check on the student alchemy lab, she was shocked to discover the whole place had been trashed. The equipment brutalized and books shredded, an entire wall smashed open, beastly tracks escaping outwards into the night.
Clearly, no student was capable of such impressive feats of strength…

…

Some time later, the local monastery of monks welcomed a new member to their sanctuary. A massive, ferocious lion man who had no name and who possessed more strength than he knew how to handle. Through time, patience, and quiet discipline, the monks refined the beast into something befitting their order. Taught him the ways of asceticism and fighting with the open paw.

And the lion was joyous beyond words for their mercy.

In time, the lion man was inducted into the ranks of the temple’s warrior-monk guardians. Trained to unify his strength and willpower into a presence that radiated might and tranquility. As a Mage, he had been hotheaded and mediocre. But as a Monk, he was humble yet esteemed for his abilities.

Despite the hours of silence and meditation he had, the lion seldom gave any thoughts towards the arcane, much less considered going back. He had a better life now. One of simple routines, with ample time to hone his magnificent body.

And if any puny mages were to ever try to enter the temple, he would find great mirth in showing them their place.