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You’re not from around these parts are you? Here I’ll buy you a drink…

Thek? You want to know about Thek? Well, I’m a few drinks in so listen up. I’ve got a story alright.

The floating fortress of Thek has been a bane on the Isles since the Hunger 400 years before today. Nobody knows how it floats, but everybody seemingly “knows” what’s inside. The fortress can silently hover just below the cloud layer, like a bird of prey before disappearing back into the murk. Anybody venturing too deep into the mountains should always have one eye open to the sky, checking to see if it’s lurking amidst the nearby mountains. The fortress’s uncanny ability to almost emerge out of nowhere is what makes it so incredibly unnerving to folks, even me. If you’re lucky, the occasional sounding of its lurs echoing in the valleys should give you ample time to plan your journey to best avoid it, or make your way down the fastest road to lower climbs. Don’t go out alone. Don’t go chasing it.

OK, so harm is rare, but there are plenty stories of the dark “magic” performed in its walls, and the litany of tall tales and campfire stories that spread from rumour are enough to give anybody the creeps. Only the furthest villages north of here, isolated by overgrown forest paths and trails, recount any interaction with Thek and are extremely cagey about telling outsiders what goes on inside, or who lives inside its walls. They speak of a Duke, a Witch and forest “doors”.

However, you, dear human neophyte are not a hapless villager deep in the forest… and I like you so I CAN tell you about fortress Thek’s deepest secret, for I have SEEN it.

Thek is clearly no ordinary dominion, but a place where the fabric of reality can be twisted and turned under the weight of old “magic”. The “Duke’s Truth” is what rules there, and he is unseen, fickle and as greedy as his underlings. One of the reasons the fortress floats is to prevent anybody stealing his riches. Whatever the reasoning, his attention, fleeting and erratic, flits from one obsession to another, leaving the day-to-day governance of his realm to a cadre of sinister courtiers, each more cunning and corrupt than the last.

Among these dark advisors is the witch Ysolda, a crow-like sorceress whose mastery over corruption spells is unmatched. Ysolda was once a curious woman of science, operating in the old times under several long forgotten names, but her avian appearance is now a cruel mockery of the light and beautiful form she had willingly forsaken long ago. Her emerald eyes gleam with a twisted glee as she weaves her dark spells and concoctions, delighting in the perverse transformations she can inflict upon those foolish enough to seek her favour. It’s said that Ysolda’s greatest joy is in corrupting the ambitious, taking what is aspiring and eager and twisting it into something monstrous and greedy. The Duke puts up with her eccentricities for the most part because it is her “magic” that keeps the fortress flying.

Ysolda was the one who conceived of the “Rhino Guard”, the hated muscle that lurks deep in the fortress bowels, protecting the hoard of riches within. Formed in the image of a long since extinct species of huge land mammal, fantastical in many modern peoples eyes, these creatures are a marvel of Ysolda’s ability to bend biology to her will. Under the Duke’s blessing, Ysolda formed this personal guard of physically, mentally and morally corrupted individuals that could act, in all actuality, as HER secret police. On the face of it, these slovenly, grotesque band of anthropomorphic creatures serve as the Duke’s iron fist, but they report to Ysolda first.

The Rhino Guard are supposed to be of immense size and strength, their forms grotesquely bloated by layers of fat and muscle, eyes glinting with a hunger that could never be sated. They are feared throughout the forest villages, spoken of in hushed tones, too unbelievable to make sense of, and their very presence a symbol of the Duke’s greedy desire for more and more resources and control. Yet, behind their monstrous exteriors lies a secret known only to Ysolda (and now YOU)—a secret born of dark magic and twisted desire to corrupt. It’s wild, but the reports of missing persons checks out. These beasts are REAL and I know where they come from!

Each member of the Rhino Guard was once been a beautiful, albeit naive young woman, lured to the Duke’s court by, as of now, unknown and mysterious conveyance. They are WILLING volunteers, drawn to the castle by compulsion, an inexplicable longing that clouds their thoughts and muddles their senses, it might even be a kind of destiny. Ysolda’s magic begins its work the moment they enter the castle’s shadowed halls. They find any way not to leave, accepting all of the Duke’s generosities, and enamouring themselves with his uncouth, feudalistic tendencies, no matter who enlightened or democratic they once saw themselves. The changes are practically instant, it’s like their moral compass evaporates the moment they smell the cold stone of the fortress. Apparently the more beautiful, young and eager a girl is, the more quickly the curse can do its dreadful work. It’s kind of tragic, there’s no cure, but according to sources nobody is in the least upset by it, bar maybe the families of the lost few who end up in there…

The transformation is subtle at first, a creeping hunger that gnaws at their bellies and a strange, unquenchable thirst to know more and more about how the Dukedom operates. As the weeks turn to months, these women find themselves eating more, their bodies softening and thickening, their delicate features growing rougher, more bestial. Their skin toughening, darkening to a slate gray as their bodies swell with muscle and fat. Their faces elongate into the unmistakable snouts of rhinoceroses, huge horns erupt, their fingers fuse into thick, powerful hooves. As their excitement grows, so does their appetite to change, increasingly bargaining with Ysolda for a more rapid growth of their rhinoceros traits, and exhibiting clear frustration at how much of their lives has already been lost as overburdened human females back in their old societies.

By the time a year passes, the transformation is more or less complete. They have become hulking, lumbering creatures, their human identities lost beneath the blubbery weight of their new forms. Ysolda is present throughout this transformation, revelling in her power to bloat these once attractive beings into her personal rhino soldiery, providing education about their new “responsibilities” to her (and the Duke) before integrating them with their fellow rhino brutes, where the transformation undergoes its quickest and final acceleration.

These massive, rhinoceros-like beings are no longer the delicate beauties we would recognise, but are something much more fantastical—something powerful, primal, and indomitable. They revel in their newfound weight, in the way the ground trembles beneath their tread, in the fear they inspire in the hearts of the Dukedom’s inhabitants. As they patrol the shadowed halls of Thek, their minds, once clouded by the remnants of their former selves, are now clearer and more at ease than ever before. They can always recall who they once were—fragile, powerless, and subject to the whims of a world that had never truly valued them. Their tiny, skinny, former forms contrast completely with feeling of their huge bellies swaying with ever ponderous clonk of their hooves—it's positively euphoric for them. Ysolda’s magic appears to merely open a door, but so much of the power of this curse comes from deep within these witting subjects. Ysolda must have happened upon some unseen connection with a dark dimension so many of these girls have, tapping into an innate desire to serve a darker purpose. It’s like they become their TRUE selves as fat rhinos. I’m worried even Ysolda doesn’t know what she’s discovered, or who they truly serve.

As these rhino transformations take root, a strange contentment settles over them, a sense of belonging that they had never felt as humans. The power that courses through their veins, the weight of their massive bodies, the respect—tinged with fear—they command in Rhino Guard, all of it is intoxicating. They no longer yearn for their old lives (if they ever did), paying debts, bills and worrying about their appearance . They have found a new purpose, simple in its rules, simple in its structure and with a powerful new identity, one that suits them far better than the fragile beauty they had once possessed. They are happy. They greet new recruits with total elation.

When developing this curse, Ysolda first noticed a change in a transformee’s demeanour as a sign she had happened upon a rare spell: the way their once-curious, but slightly worried eyes now gleamed with satisfaction, the way they took pride in their hulking forms. When she confronted them about their new huge, fat and grotesque figures, curious as to the depths of her own spell, she was met with a revelation that delighted her dark heart. They did not wish to be restored, did not crave the reversal of the magic that had reshaped them. No, they wished to remain as they were—enormous, powerful, and feared. They wanted more, they wanted it now. They spend hours in mirrors admiring themselves and their fellow rhino brethren. As a new girl starts to plumpen they eagerly stuff her face every night until she too is covered in a huge layer of blubber.

OK… I don’t have much time, and I’d love to tell you more, but it’s getting late and I don’t want to be on these roads after nightfall, but I’ll tell you this: the Rhino Guard continue to serve the Duke and Ysolda. They are crushing any dissent with a zeal that borders on glee, even now they’re collecting “taxes” on these villagers deep in the forest, with a greed that matched their own insatiable appetites, and there is word that they are patrolling far outside of Thek and even along the mountain trails. Be safe out there and I didn’t tell you any of this.

Trust nobody, her spies are everywhere…

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