Tower of Zune (Sutibaru's Artshop)

[Sutibaru]

Second art trade with the artist Woot. My art is based off of the story he wrote.

She had traveled hundreds of miles through barren foothills, slain all who dared opposed her, climbed the seven thousand steps to the top of the tower of Zune, only to be bested by a few words from the feeble man at the top of it. The bastard was laughing now as Chys fought to take ever smaller gasps of the thin mountain air. Struggling for breath as she was, she managed to speak.

"My armor was forged by the greatest magesmiths in the Twin Kingdoms, the inlaid runes protect against thirteen schools of magic... What forgotten arts rob me of my very breath?"

Zune stooped over her and answered her defiant look with an amused smile. "Forgotten arts? Do you take me for a soulless Deathmage from the Gray Wastes?" He chuckled at this. "Even their dread magics would have been no match for that fancy plate you wear. No, it's that armor of yours that's at the root of your current problem. I think you'd breathe easier without it." Chys narrowed her eye sand spit directly in his face. But even this didn't seem to spoil his good humor. "Ho ho, I'm sure the children in your village will love to hear the tale of the warrioress who died because she wouldn't heed the advice of an old man trying to save her life. Sadly, I cannot assist you further. The wards that fasten your armor are too powerful for me to break. You must help yourself." His grin deflated into a small frown.

Chys was on the verge of unconciousness. The pain and pressure on her chest and lungs was indescribable. Stars swam in front of her dimming vision. But she heard Zune's words. In order to live she must shed her armor. And she could never extract revenge if she died. She loosened the ward holding her armor. Her breastplate popped off and skittered across the floor of the tower. Her oxygen starved brain was still reeling, but as she recovered, every neuron was flooded with a horrible vision. Freed from the cage and confinement of her armor, her once unobtrusively small bosom was billowing out at an alarming rate.

Zune's wry smile returned to his crinked face. "Deathmagic, Necromancy, Bloodrites, Firecalling, The Twelve Sundering Winds, no, no. I call upon a more mundane but far older and more potent wellspring of power." Chys struggled to stand and waddle towards her dropped sword while holding her unruly bust in her arms but her fingers parted in the middle as her swelling breasts forced them apart. Off balance, her landing triggered a fit of violent jiggling and a pained yelp that split Zune's face into a wider smile. Here he revealed the source of his powers in an gleeful squeal. "Fertility."