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Martyn always seemed to get the more… dangerous jobs in his guild. This was a given, since he's one of the more experienced rouges in the guild. Despite that, he usually enjoyed these dangerous, deadly jobs that he went on. They were fun, exhilarating even! Never a dull moment with those types of jobs. That was, well, until his most recent job. He slipped up ever so slightly, and before he knew it he was turned into a stupid fucking frog-like thing! Now he's stuck like this for who knows how long, and he can't even go back to his guild for help!
To give some context, let's go back a few days…
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Martyn sighs for what feels like the hundredth time, adjust his hood and looking around the guild hall once more. Many other rogues had come to see him off, but none say anything. "Just like usual, silence." He thinks, a soft sigh escaping him. Oh well, he shrugs, its not his problem if people aren't talking to him. After another few moments of stretched out silence, Martyn turns on his heel and walks out the door. He's gotta get a move on if he wants to finish this job before the deadline. He pulls out a map as he gets to the bottom of the stairs, taking a quick glance of it before stuffing it back into his bag. He knew his way around these forests like the back of his hand, he didn't need a stupid map!
(That, was his first mistake.)
He makes his way into the dense, lush forest that surrounds the town he just left, looking around to get a good lay of the land. The leaves on the trees are a vibrant colour of green that make Martyn smirk ever so slightly. His colour is green after all, with his shirt and cloak being lime green and dark green respectfully. The soft sound of leaves crunching and birds chirping reach his ears as he strolls through the forest, with squirrels running through the trees and rabbits hopping through the underbrush. The sounds create a peaceful atmosphere in the dense spruce forest, the large trees casting shadows over Martyn as he treks through. He doesn't see anything out of sorts yet, no strange shadows or creeping monsters stalking him, which is a wonderful change from his normal routine of fighting and finding his job. It's exhilarating, he won't deny that. But it does get tiring after so much time.
The sun shines brighter as he gets closer to the grotto in the middle of the forest, the sound of rushing water in the streams guiding him closer and closer. In the middle of this large grotto is a small patch of wildflowers, swaying in the breeze. The sun beams down from the sky into the grotto, casting warm light over Martyn and his surroundings. He glances up at the sun, holding his hand up to stop the light from hurting his eyes. "Hmm… Seems about noon or so.." He murmurs to himself, adjusting his satchel over his shoulder before continuing his journey.
He continues on his walk for hours on end, finally exiting the forest as the sun lowers behind the horizon, casting an orange and yellow hue across the sky. Martyn looks around for a moment, before spotting a small, open area a few feet from the forest line. He smirks, before walking over and setting his stuff down on the lush grass beneath his feet. He kneels down on the ground, rummaging through his bag before finding a rolled up sleeping bag and a pillow. As he sets out his sleeping bag and other tools, a rustle sounds from a bush a few steps away. His head snaps up, eyes narrowing in on the bush as he stands, cautiously walking over and looking into the greenery. The world stills for a moment, before suddenly a frog leaps from the bush and onto Martyn's face.
Martyn stands still for a moment, surprise running through him for s split second before letting out a loud yelp, tripping backwards and landing on his ass. The frog on his face lets out a loud croooaaak before bouncing off of his face and back into the bushes. Martyn stares in the direction that the frog hopped off in, before groaning and falling onto his back, staring up at the sky and taking in the view. This was gonna be a long trip.
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The following days were all so, so hectic. First of all, as Martyn was packing up the next day. the same fucking frog (at least he thinks it was) jumps out from another bush and lands on his face once more. It's like this damn thing wanted to scare him to death. Luckily, the frog didn't show up again on his trip. However, he did get swarmed by a group of wolves, chased by an angry faerie, tripped over several tree roots. and even almost cursed by a witch! Luckily that one didn't happen, cause who knows what Martyn would do if he actually got cursed by a witch.. Hell, he'd be so mad at not only himself. but also the witch.
Anyways, Martyn now finds himself deep within a murky swamp. The water is muddy and brown enough he can't even see the bottom of it. In addition, several wildflowers are dotted across the land, with some being blue and others being red, pink, and even yellow! He smiles subtly, the sight taking a bit of the edge off of him. With a sigh, he ventures deeper and deeper into the swamp, trekking through murky waters and low hanging vines, with the occasional spider web getting stuck in his hair and on his bandanna. He doesn't even bother getting the sticky substance our of his hair, knowing that more will just replace it sooner rather than later.
After about an hour or two of walking through the depths of the swamp, a small hut appears in Martyn's line of sight. It takes him a moment, but eventually he recognizes the hut. Finally, his job can actually begin. See, this particular hut contains a very powerful witch that has been terrorizing the lands for quite some time. Nobody had been stupid enough to take the job of coming out and dealing with her. Well, except for Martyn. Is he stupid, or brave? Only he knows, and honestly he would think of himself as brave. Hell, he's come all this way to deal with the witch, of course he's brave! Anyway, back to the task at hand, actually killing the nuisance. He takes a deep breath, before silencing his steps and making his way forward.
The hut is small and made out of several different types of woods. Some planks are spruce, others oak, and some even mangrove. It's… a bit of a mess, if Martyn's being honest, even more of a mess than his room back home, and that's saying something! Anyway, he slowly make his way towards the small hut, trying his best to make sure he makes as little noise as possible. Unfortunately for him, the world doesn't want him to be quiet, and he steps on a particularly large branch, making a loud crack sound. He flinches harshly, listening for any sign that the witch inside heard him… And once more, the universe seems to hate him today, cause a loud shuffling is heard from inside the hut, and out barged the witch, dressed in… her nightgown?
The two of them make eye contact for a solid ten seconds, before the witch screams "INTRUDER! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING ON MY LAND??!!", stomping her foot down against the deck of her hut. Martyn lets out a loud yelp at the woman's loud voice, flinching and taking a good couple steps back before starting to run away… and immediately tripping on a large tree root that.. definitely wasn't there before. He face-plants onto the ground, mud getting in his mouth and up his nose, making him retch backwards and cough violently.
The witch, who is understandably angry at someone trespassing on her property, hurriedly rushes off of her porch and towards Martyn, murmuring something resembling a spell under her breath. Martyn doesn't even notice her getting close to him until her hand is firmly pressed against his forehead. He freezes under her touch, glancing up at her ever so subtly. They stare at each other once more for a couple seconds before the witch removes her hand, muttering something that sounds like "Stupid mortals…." under her breath and turning around to retreat into her home.
Martyn stays in place for a good ten to twenty seconds before shaking his head and standing up, wiping off his pants and combing the mud out of his hair. "Whelp… that's a bust. Guess I'm not getting paid for this." He huffs, rolling his eyes and walking away from the witches hut. As he's walking away, he notices that his hands feel slightly more… slimy than usual. Which is weird, cause he swears he hasn't encountered any slimes in his journey here. So, despite himself, he glances down at his hands… which are now frog hands. …..What. The. Hell. is wrong with his hands?! He takes a look at his arms as well, and… yep, frog limbs as well. In a desperate attempt to prove he's just going crazy, and not actually a frog now, he grabs the small mirror he keeps in his bag and hold it up to look at his face…. and he has a frog face. "….OH FOR FUCKS SAKE!"