Finexia stretched languidly as she woke from torpor. It had taken her nearly three days for her to absorb all of the knowledge that she had gained from her Forging. She blinked, smiling at her thoughts and smiled. "Finexia? Queen Finexia, I think. At least Queen to<em>be</em>, that is. Now then. Let me see what I have to work with..."<br/><br/>She found an abandoned mirror in one of the rooms, the better with which to admire herself. It was cracked, but serviceable once she'd wiped the dust from its face. And in the mirror she saw...herself. She should be horrified, she thought, and would have before she'd been dealing with the kobolds. But now it merely looked<em>right</em>. She smiled at herself and turned, watching her form in admiration.<br/><br/>Her hair remained a shade of silver, much as it was before, and reached the middle of her back. Finexia's eyes were now a deep shade of violet with demonically slit pupils, and her face was lovely and heart-shaped, all the defects gone. Her ears extended outward in gentle curves to their points as always, too, and her body...her eyes drifted downward. Her breasts were fuller, nearly large for a human, let alone an elf, and her waist was narrow before falling to her hips. Spiky lavender tattoos extended upward from her waist, crossing her stomach and back, around her breasts, and up her neck to frame her face before going down her arms as well. But the most changes came below her waist.<br/><br/>Finexia's entire lower body was gone, replaced by a forest of smooth purple tentacles. They supported her perfectly, covering a far broader base than her legs once had, and she could feel them pulsing eagerly. They wanted to envelop women and fill them. To make women hers...the thought made her shiver with pleasure, and she smiled. Fortunately, when she<em>wanted</em>to, she had a cunt of her own, and could take her old elven form. Unfortunately for her, most of her gear had been destroyed when the tentacles took her and rather impolitely violated her brain. That was probably the source of a number of lost memories. But dear Princess Vivian, Heir to the dusk elf kingdom of Luminor...<em>she</em>hadn't been forgotten. Princess Vivian was likely to come to Bastion soon enough for her final vows before becoming Queen herself, and Finexia wanted to show the dear Princess how much she'd changed since her poetry and professions of love had been rejected.<br/><br/>But first...she needed the power to do so. Finexia went through the room, gathering what equipment of hers that she could, as well as other abandoned remnants from some time earlier. Her memory of the region was unfortunately fuzzy, but it would suffice for the time being. Finexia found some clothing that could transform to suit her thoughts, putting in on as a keyhole top of sorts, then headed through the tentacle-infested chamber where she had been Forged. She saw that, over a rune carved on the ground, was a large fleshy 'chamber' with a large, head-sized tentacle-orb that extended the tentacles to the walls.<br/><br/>Passing that was a large chamber of tentacles that were the ones that had grabbed her, she knew. Only when she passed them did she find the kobolds, whom she ordered to start expanding the tunnels. But then...she passed the guard post and headed to near the surface, to survey her new domain and determine what she could do this day.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Appearance Inspiration (http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=3062154)