I awoke from a wretched nightmare. Visions of swarming polar bears and a cursed deer leading them, still fresh in my mind. And what they did to me...no adventurer should have to endure such a fate. Thank goodness it was just a dream.
I stood up, and looked around me...with a start, I realized I was surrounded by deer! And the deer were my loyal companions! And I was a deer too! The nightmare was real, and it was still happening!
No longer able to hold weapons, our noble party were helpless before even the most frail of goblin scouts. Powerless and despondent, my once loyal companions abandoned me, leaving me helpless and without any hope of recovery.
After asking around, I learned that there were only three ways to remove a deer's curse. The first was to spend a great deal of time and effort studying the druidic arts, gradually mastering the art of shapeshifting. I had neither time nor interest in such affairs. The second way is with an un-deering potion. Unfortunately, and somewhat ironically, the potion vendor was unwilling to barter with a deer. But after asking around, I soon found a kind soul who was willing to negotiate with the potion vendor on my behalf. The vendor wanted 4500 monies. Regretfully, I had recently splurged all of my savings on training in knife-fighting skills which were currently useless to me.
Since I could not afford the potion, the kind adventurer who was helping me negotiate offered to instead help me with the third option; we were going to slay the beast who cursed me! The adventurer called one of his friends, and I recruited two more random strangers who claimed to be experienced deer hunters, and together we delved back into the dungeon once more! My deer-attacks were not particularly damaging, but I soon figured out how to stun enemies with a head-butt so that I could at least be of some small use to my team.
We made our way down past the traps and magical crystals and ice monsters, eventually reached the Deer Boss, and charged in, for vengeance and great glory! And then we all got turned into deer and eaten by polar bears.
Fortunately, my experienced deer-hunting friends had druidic knowledge and were able to shift out of their helpless forms. We regrouped, came up with an actual plan, went back down, incinerated the sleuth of polar bears in a fire wall, defeated the Deer Boss and purified it's curse. I was greatly relieved to once again be a fluffy cat demon who could bash goblins on the head with a club and then stab them with knives.
~Project: Gorgon