The Heavenly Host

Tizzy looked to Tamarin. “Ahh neehd ahn ahngohr.”

“Tamarin needs an anchor to this realm,” Tizzy said.

“Okay, how do we find one of those?” Tom asked.

Tizzy shook his head. “An anchor is a person. Typically the king or prince of the realm.”

“So me? I should be the anchor?” Tom asked.

“Exactly!” Tizzy said and Tamarin nodded.

“Okay, so how do I do that?” Tom asked.

Tamarin started speaking very rapidly to Tizzy. Tom could not even try to parse out what it said.

Tizzy nodded, seemingly having no problem understanding the mud golem. “You need to stick your hands into the mud golem’s body and say ‘I,’ and then your true name, ‘take you,’ Tamarin’s true name, ‘to be my djinn.’ And that’s it.

“That’s it?” Tom asked dubiously.

“Yep, and from the link that forms, Tamarin will choose a form from your mind that is most appropriate.”

“Okay, so how do I know Tamarin’s true name?” Tom asked.

“Tamarin will give it to you in your mind once you stick your hands in the golem,” Tizzy said.

“Okay, then. Do we just do it now?” Tom asked. Tamarin nodded.

Tizzy said, “Yep.”

“Okay, then,” Tom said. He gently reached forward to touch the mud golem’s torso. His claws met no real resistance as they slid into the mud golem’s body. Once inside, Tamarin nodded. Tom could definitely feel something. With his demon sight, he could see Tamarin’s aura and his own sort of intermingling at the mud golem’s body. “I, Thomas Edward Perkinje, take you, Tamarines DarNathos Parfeuesnas Deblentre, as my djinn!”

Tom felt a rush very similar to the one he had felt with Vaselle and the shamans, as well to a lesser extent the D’Orcs. Sort of a brief joint possession of each other. He had to close his eyes at the world of colors, sounds, smells, emotions, tastes and other sensations that nearly overwhelmed him.

Tom opened his eyes, realizing they were closed. He blinked and looked to find a purplish bottle in his hands instead of a mud golem.

Tom looked at Tizzy. “Where did Tamarin go?”

Tizzy pointed to the bottle. “She’s in the bottle now.”

“She is in the bottle? Tamarin is a girl? Why did you keep calling her an it?” That seemed rude.

Tizzy shook his head. “Djinn don’t have any sex. It makes no sense in their realms. When they anchor with someone on a material plane, or in this case, the Abyss, they take a form pleasing and comfortable to their new master.”

“Master?” Tom asked dubiously.

“Sort of how the anchoring rules work. Very complex,” Tizzy said, waving his upper hands dismissively.

“So Tamarin is in this rather large, purple bottle?” Tom asked.

“That is what I said.”

“So how do I get her out?”

“Remove the cork and ask her to come out. However, you might want move out of the mud. I say that simply based on the sort of clothing djinn typically wear.”

Tom sighed. “Okay, let’s go back to the main corridor.” The two walked back along the main corridor to the kitchen. Tom stopped and looked at the bottle. “Well, here we go!”

Tom pulled the rather large glass stopper from the bottle and said, “Tamarin, please come out!”

The bottle trembled and suddenly pink smoke started pouring out of the bottle. Tom suddenly had a bad feeling. If the djinn took an image from his mind...

The pink cloud grew to be about the size of a normal human and then moved beside Tom and Tizzy and hovered near the floor. The cloud began to reshape into a sort of hourglass form. The form bent over, and the next thing Tom knew, there was a very buxom, young, blonde, human woman in a pink harem outfit bowing before him.

“Master, I thank thee for releasing me from my bottle!” said Tamarin, smiling brightly and standing up straight.

Tom shook his head; there was no question of where Tamarin had gotten the image. The pink harem costume was quite revealing, but it covered her belly button. He really should not have watched so many old reruns on cable TV. Further, given the sort of problems Jeanie had caused Major Nelson, Tom was a bit worried as to what he was getting into.

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^{DOF +10 DZ+40}

^{Early 6th Period 16-07-440}

Tom sat upon his short throne in the grand dining hall at the head table. Technically, this was only the second party he had ever been to, not counting any of his parent’s parties. The last one had not ended so well. Or maybe it had. He now had a pretty cool volcano to live in, an army of super-warriors, and now a genie!

Tamarin had slid a stool up to his right, between him and Darg-Krallnom. Zelda was to his left. She had looked at their newest guest rather suspiciously at first, as had Darg-Krallnom. However, Darg-Krallnom noted the purple bottle Tom was carrying and nodded. When Tamarin had whispered something in Darg-Krallnom’s ear, the D’Orc commander had laughed uproariously and slapped the table.