Alex surveyed the runes floating in front of him. "What will they do?"
"Just a little boost to help you on your way." Meljin looked inside Alex's head, and found a way to explain. "Think of it like choosing a class at the beginning of a game."
Alex frowned. The voice did say to pick with his heart, and his eyes went to the heart, maybe a little too literal. The amulet he found was similar to the rune shaped like a penis.. He was almost worried to find what that particular boon may be. Eventually he reached out, then with a bit of trepidation tapped the rune that looked like a wolf. The rune glowed bright and then slammed into Alex's chest with enough force to send him stumbling.
"The boon of the beast, interesting." Meljin's voice was almost purring.
"Beast?" Alex groaned. His skin was tingling, his whole body felt like it was on fire. He looked down to notice his lanky frame was suddenly putting on some bulk. Lean striated muscles appeared to be growing under his skin.
"Yes. You'll find you have a natural affinity with beasts of all types, including some more bestial races. But more civilized races might find you a bit wild, which can be alluring to the right people."
His chest firmed into two defined lean pecs, his stomach turning into a taught six pack, and his limbs were lean and sleek. He looked like a runner or a swimmer. He felt stronger than he ever had in his life, but it was a nervous strength, ready to be used to move quickly rather than hit hard. Images of chasing down prey with a pack of wolves danced through his mind, like a memory never lived.
His cock gave a little twitch as well. It was unchanged though, a rather average six inches.
"Of course, the reason the beasts trust you so much is you're a bit closer to them, a drop of some bestial blood running in your own veins."
Alex had always been mostly on the smooth side, but he suddenly itched as hair started pushing out across parts of his body, dark hairs first sprouting on his arms and legs, growing thicker at his pits and crotch, quickly followed by a generous dusting appearing along his chest and stomach. His face itched as well, and in touching his cheeks his fingers felt more than a little stubble.
"Enjoy." The voice said almost teasingly. "Amuse me, and I may return to grant you another boon. Keep the amulet close as well."
As quickly as it vanished, the room snapped back into reality around him. He was standing right in front of the wash basin, holding the amulet in his hands like he never left. Except his reflection in the mirror told him that his encounter with the voice was quite real. He still looked mostly like himself, his features similar to those he saw in the mirror everyday and the same shaggy brown hair. But the beard was definitely new, short but scruffy, it did make him look a little wild. He tried smiling to see how that looked and blinked at his teeth. A finger flew up to his eye teeth. No, they were definitely a bit longer and sharper than he remembered them. Then there was what he could see from the neck down, and blushed. His cock was getting hard off his own reflection.
He looked down at the amulet in his hand. The voice had said to keep it close, so he shrugged and put it on, the gold chain cold around his neck. The golden amulet twinkled brightly where it now sat nestled among the curly dark hair on his chest, hair that he idly scratched at for a moment. God that felt weird.
Alex turned away from the mirror. That still didn't help..
Clothes! There was a pile of neatly folded garments on the table. Well, at least the voice hadn't lied about that. He went over to examine what he was given and felt his cheeks redden again. They were definitely in the skimpy style the people of this world seemed to favor. Actually, they were slightly worse. He guessed someone who ran with the beasts didn't put much stock in clothing.
He pulled on a pair of fur trimmed, leather shorts that hugged his thighs and ass snugly, the pouch at the front nestling his package carefully. A pair of leather lace up boots that went halfway up his calved, soft and broken in were pulled on next. Then there was some contraption of leather pieces that it took Alex a moment to figure out. He supposed it was meant to be a type of armor, as he finally figured it out to be a harness that held hardened leather pieces of his shoulders and chest but left his lean stomach exposed. Even the armor was designed by a horny sixteen year old it seemed. There was a fur mantle that clipped to the chest piece and partially protected his neck and upper back but was obviously more for decoration. Leather bracers for his arms, but nothing dared to cover his upper arms from sight, not in his new pervvy outfit. Last was a belt that held a pair of hand-axes that he fitted over his hips.
Strangely, the axes felt right when he rested his hand on one, and he felt like he would just instinctively know how to use them in a fight, like he had been doing so for years. It was odd finding skills in his head and no memory of how he learned them. He gave himself one more look in the mirror, standing back far enough to see some of his outfit. He had to admit, for once in his life he actually looked pretty damn sexy. He rubbed at the bulge in the front of his shorts and quickly snatched his hand back.
He needed to start figuring things out. He took a deep breath, headed to the door and stepped into his new life. A short flight of stairs latter and he was in the common room of the tavern. It was mostly empty this time of the morning, only a few people present.
The young man behind the bar gave him a smile and a nod as he cleaned mugs. He was completely shirtless, wearing just pants and an apron as he worked. Blond haired and a bit baby-faced, but with a body that was packed with heavy muscle. Enough to even throw rowdy adventurers out of the common room if they got out of control. And older man with a heavier build and the same blond hair could be seen working in the kitchen. Definitely a father son resemblance and probably the owners.
Then there was a group of what Alex guessed were adventurers sitting at another table. Three of them. An elven woman in diaphanous robes that did little to hide her body and in fact showed off what looked like magical tattoos all over her skin, yet another heavily muscled man, though this one with brown skin and dark hair with armor that seemed almost like a gladiator's, and a slender lean young man with a mischievous smile in tight trousers, a leather vest, and quite a few knives tucked about on him.
Eyes started turning to him as he just stood there, so he decided he needed to do something..