Dungeons of lies.

Chapter One

Eric's POV

"So we get to see Harley today," Tony says.
"Yeah," Hayden adds.
"I can't wait. He seems so cool!" Jayden exclaims.
"Mhm," I say.
"Hello," Walter says walking in.
"Hi!" We retort. He sets up his stuff including his strange black book. I look around. Tony hasn't dyed his hair yet so it's still brown. It's long and falls into his green eyes sometimes. Jayden is sliding back and forth his blonde hair falling into his blue eyes. Hayden is tuning his guitar. His brown eyes are alert. His short red hair is always spiked. I look in my mirror. Short side-swept dark brown hair with hazel eyes. Walter has black hair and dark brown eyes. The door opens. Harley walks in. He has bright orange hair and blue eyes.
"Sorry I'm late, I was cooking and lost track of time," he says. He brings out food.
"Yummy!" Jayden shouts. Harley smiles. He passes out the delicious snacks. Jayden digs into a dumpling like object. Between bites he asks, "What's this?"
"It's Crab Rangoon."
"That's why you asked if we had any allergies," I retort. He nods. We divvy it out and indulge ourselves. I say, "Thank you it's delicious."
"No problem!"
"Are you gonna finally see the magic you have, Walter?" Tony asks. Walter smiles and nods. We're blasted by something.

Where am I? Nnnnnngh! My head is killing me. My brain is feeling like mushy. It not feel good. What? My teeth hurt now too. Why am I struggling to think right? I look in the mirror. Me have fangs? And me teeth are... are... what it called? Me can't think well. Me ears hurt!! Me see me club. What? That me club? Me think so. Me grab it. Me skin gray. Me need nap.

Tony's POV

What's going on? I feel smarter suddenly... a cloak appears over my clothes. I feel my sleeves lengthening... where is my spell book? What? I own a spell book? Of course I do! I'm a wizard after all! I am? I see my spell book and pick it up. I feel exhausted... I think I need to rest.

Jayden's POV

Where am I? What's going on with my back. It hurts! I notice a mirror. Are those wings? What's going on? I feel dizzy... I lay down.

Hayden's POV

Where's my guitar? Why does my body feel so weird?!? Mmmmm! I feel weird all over! My ears... They hurt. My guitar! I grab it but feel dizzy.

Walter's POV

Heheh...I thought Harley was playing a girl? He hasn't changed much... just clothes... maybe that'll occur when they wake up. The start of their adventure. I shift forms. Their character sheets are in front of them.

Tony/ Merlin's POV

Nnngh where am I? I could've sworn I only slept for a minute. What did Walter do? I see the "character sheet." I pick it up and put it in my spell book. Walter turned us into these forms. I'm assuming the others have fallen suit. I adjust my cloak and push my light brown hair from my grey eyes. I better find them soon. I grab my stuff and start walking. My backpack has my spell book, wand, quarterstaff, some clothes, a bedroll, and some rations. I pull out my quarterstaff just in case. That's an orc! It turns to me.
"Who you?" It asks. It's large grey skinned, with the classic underbite and ears. It has dark brown hair and hazel eyes. It asks, "Who you?"
"I—I—I'm Merlin! Wh—Who are you?"
"Me Orlov! Strange cloak guy left this," he says holding up a character sheet.
"It's nice to meet you, Orlov... I believe the man is named Walter though."
"How you know?"
"He left me one too."
"Oh... me follow you."
"Okay."
He's wearing thick, orc armor. He grabs his club. Then the character sheet. He hands it to me. I smile he gives a smile back. It makes me nervous because of his size. He decrees, "Me no hurt you!"
"Okay," I say. I hear noises. I add, "We should keep a little quiet, Orlov."
"Me sorry."
"It's okay."
"H—help!" I hear a voice cry.
"We help!" Orlov shouts. I nod. We run into the woods. I see a smallish half-elf who has a rapier trying to fight back the goblins who are within lunging reach. Orlov charges at them knocking them away from the shaking half-elf.
"Oh, please, please, don't hurt me!" The half-elf cries.
"We won't," I respond sitting down beside him. He has long, frilly, white hair and bright blue eyes. He's got a guitar on his back.
"Th—Thank you!" He says softly.
"No problem," I say, "but you should thank Orlov too."
"Welcome!" Orlov shouts.
"What's your name?" I ask.
"I'm Tegan."
"I'm Merlin and that Orlov."
"Nice to meet you."
"You too."