I come to in a cocoon. Full of blood and death and ick and promise. To be reborn, to have a new life in a new world. To keep my magic items Damn It! I can feel them on my person, but I don't know what my person IS anymore. I know it's not yet time to come out as I am not 'done' yet.

Also get the feeling that 'out' has not been decided yet either.

Then I feel a presence, one of those genderless ones.

"Hello little one. Sorry for the wait. Lots of negotiating going on. The Tribunal of your last world shared your doings with us, beings of multiple realities, as they searched for a new world for you to inhabit.

From your histories I think one of mine would suit you and I really like this idea of the Kind of vampire you are becoming. I don't mind all the extra powers. Compared to some things out there, well your average, maybe a little less. More than human and more than a fledgling vampire to. I would, if I were you, keep the ghoul / revenant story as to why you are so strong. It gives more credence to your powers than 'I was born this way' does alone.

Oh point of interest, because of those twist, when you turn someone they will form a cocoon around themselves. If they live they will hatch from it, like a blood sucking butterfly. If they don't well natural body bag provided. Still 50-50 you know.

Your keeping the Daywalker, food consumption to help maintain body humors, and the few 'gangrel like powers' that the founder had. Oh and I bet you did not know. She was 2cd generation going by your little game. That game while it does have many similarities and is a good primer for a fledgling is not all encompassing and there are many things wrong or just different. You being one of them. Your starting as 3rd generation in your terms. Clan founder and all that.

I did consider dropping you in the industrial age but then looking at your gear and such I think Medieval Europe will do. Any preference on location ?"

"I speak english, common, some elven, dwarven," I start in a scratchy voice.

"Sorry no Elvish, well in this world. Dwarven sort of but actual dwarves boarded their flying rocks and left at the end of the Age of Legend. So no spoken. Common. hmm, a trade language ? Don't actually Have that here. So what I am going to do is replace it with the language of the land you choose as your starting location. Oh you want one that allows magic. That is easy. This world never developed Christianity or Muslim faiths. Did not like them stomping on my miracles not to mention all those gods getting mad at me. Not a good scene. This world has magic and wizards and such. Yes you can keep your magic though learning it takes a little more experience than it did before. You understand, good good. Oh and no Romania or Turkey on lands, to many vampires, demons, and such there now."

"Europe maybe, west of Italy not really sure other than that."

"Very good, gives me room to work with and a nice set of locations I want to disappear for your first meals. Now then, gender .. oh you already have retractable claws, nice. How do you feel about a retractable extendable penis ? Sort of a little Tzimisce add on type deal. Fully functional well as fully as a vampire gets you know."

Grinning "that is cool if I am to be pretty girl form. if guy form, kinky."

It laughs, "Oh good point. And yes, I like the Vampiress angle. Oh not 6'6" for that. 5'6" I feel you wanting to bargain ? 5'8" ok but no more. Pretty and oh that is a nice figure. Ok may not be Exactly as you want but you will be nice looking, good for pulling prey to you. Lastly unlike your last life, gods will not be popping up to chat or be on call. You're on your own. Not even going to hear from me. Other than via priest Gods don't interfere that much. Once in a while a big miracle or manifestation but those are rare and they need to be to keep up the mystery. May still Feel them watching or a presence from time to time but that is all your going to get. Ok all set, hope you enjoy your new life. Eat drink be merry, kill things. Keep to the Balance as much as you can. Not as easy as an Undead killing machine - and yes your Undead not some alternative life form though you can claim that if you want. No rules against lying to yourself or others about your nature."

And like that I am in a small cramped space. Feeling icky, and so very hungry / thirsty. Recalling the kinds of mess the girls woke in I can guess what it is I am laying in. The soup that used to be the old me.

I carefully cut away at the 'top' of my cocoon, not wanting to spill any of the ick if I can help it. I find myself inside a wooden box of some kind. Sighing I work at pushing that open to only to find it is jammed. Or worse nailed shut. Then it hits me, new world, vampire, traditional entrance for a vampire.

Bastard AO buried me alive.

I carefully check around me and find I have All the gear I was carrying when I died. Which includes a Marvel Pack and my Bracelet of wonder.

Takes me a minute to work out how to activate the night vision, as suspected everything has a red tint, but I can work with that. Best of all I can Read with it. So I search the settings, looking for 'pit' - It's hard to work as the conditions are cramped and I am trying not to 'splash' any of the ick if I can help it. And a bottle of something Pops in to being and lands on the edge of the cocoon, then rolls in between that and the box.

I look at the setting that activated: Bottle of Spice. maybe later I can use it on some prey.

Once more in to the insanity I go, SPIN THAT WHEEL, I think as I try to get the Pit, aiming above and a little to the left cause of the angle I have to work at, and I get hit in the face with a bag. I carefully move it to the side, noting the dial now reads 'candy, bag'. I roll my head and Try again. I got time before I start trying to just claw my way out.

I yelp as a huge pair of sheers just misses me. I stare at it then check the bracelet, it's on a setting I have never seen before 'Random'. I got a feeling someone tampered with my goodies.

I try to get it Off that and back on to Pit.

Large iron object lands on my middle. Once my vision returns I see a personal sized battering ram. Well just glad it was not the full size version as that would not fit.

AND WE HAVE A WINNER! Finally the Pit appears and yes It's 10ft of open space. Normally I would just crawl out, but I got 50 lbs. of iron sitting on me I need to move first. (closer to 35 really but when it's sitting on your middle it feels heavier.)

So I chuck it out first, it arcs to the right, hits the rim of whatever is above me with a heavy metal on stone (hoping that is not the ceiling) it tilts then falls over and I hear it hit outside. That is a good sign. I pull myself up and then look at the ick and consider. I note items in the ick and spend a minute gathering them before crawling out of the hole. The hole is 8ft deep and from what I can tell I was buried some 4 spaces down in a stacked crypt. The 'pit' effectively disintegrated everything from me to the top.

Someone did not want me getting out of there I can see.

Once free of the stone prison I look around and notice a Symbol of Tychi aka Lady Luck.

I tap the sign of Tychi and smile. Her image appears, "Oh good" she starts then catches herself, her eyes looking around warily, "If you are seeing this it means you have escaped the prison and found my planted holy symbol. Now while the AO of this world is fine with you certain other powers hate anything new and tend to lock it away and lose the keys. They were not counting on you having anything to help you escape, like a random item generator, sorry for the random part but it was the only way to get it past customs." she whispers, "I am actively worshipped in this universe and I for one welcome you to it. Few pointers, Bath can be used on yourself if you have a mirror, keep your mouth shut when using it. Trust me it is not a pleasant experience otherwise. Wash will work on most things but Leave the cocoon, or better yet, Burn it. I made sure your traveling spell book was in your bag and it sealed cause I knew what was going to happen. You can take my symbol with you. I blessed it special. Trust me it's useful. Anyway welcome to your new life and good luck out there." she winks and blows me a kiss.

I noted she pointed when she said mirror to.

I find one, buried in years of dust and cobwebs. A few cleaning spells and it's all nice and shiny and I can see myself. ICK.

I point at the mirror, do the bath spell (about 3 times with my eyes and mouth closed while slowly turning then another time with my eyes open just for good measure.

I am Gorgeous. Long reddish blonde hair, almost looks like fire on my head, gorgeous figure, nice ass. Oh if this were another person I would happily do her, lots just based on how Hot I look. Yum.

I then dig through my pack and find it's the Good one. Has my storage locker in it. Magical door that opens in to a stationary extra dimensional store room, 20ftx20ftx20ft with shelves, supplies and a corner with a queen sized bed, table, basin, and 'commode chair with chamber pot'. Sort of a cross between a portable store house and emergency bolt hole.

I got all my old trade goods in here. Blue Ice, potions, minor magical items, assorted bags with adventuring kits in them and clothing. Including some kinky bondage stuff and leather outfits that are part armor and part costume. I had a good market for these but due to problems not many sales. I manage to put together an outfit that is both useful and sexy and allows me to carry some items. Also it's easy to clean blood off of.

I pose in front of the mirror. Then get all my stuff, 'wash' it several times with magic, then on the goddess word. I set fire to the last of my old life. Just in case whomever locked me in here decides to see if they can use my remains against me.

Then I pit open the exit. Wearing Tychy's amulet as a headband and my new outfit, I head out to find the people who run this place and Eat them.

Outside it is daylight, early morning and this place is a small graveyard with the large mausoleum at its center with the words 'Let Not the Dead Rise and Keep them in Eternal Slumber' written in some form of German. Well I know my second language now.

I smirk and look around. The place is empty but I can hear movement and smell people nearby. Spotting a 'church' nearby I go in and check it out. I kneel down to read something on a pew about the place of Death in the world and some parts click in to place. Many Death gods do not care for the undead at all. I am about to stand when a man in a grey robe comes in and sees me, "Oh I did not know anyone was in here. Are you alright child ?"

I stand and nod, "Just looking at these" I point to the words and pictures, "Good carvings, nicely done."

He nods, "Yes we are fortunate to have a some fine craftsmen in the church congregation." I nod, "I know a little carpentry from my family you understand." he nods and comes over to me. He looks at my head piece (Tychy's Holy Symbol) and does not seem to know it and proves it with his next words, "What symbol is this you wear ?"

I grin, "Lady Luck, or one of hers. I figure if I am to be in the world I could do worse than to seek favor with she who controls probability."

He shakes his head, "I suppose. Though there are better gods than that." I shrug, "Perhaps. Depends on your focus in life I suppose. Me I rather have a touch of good luck then no luck at all."

He grins and nods, "Yes, I suppose that is a good point. Is there anything I can help you with." I am really fighting my self-control. He is so close, but I can hear others nearby, to close for me to feed without possible interruption.

"I am curious about that stone house in your graveyard. It is an odd looking building." I state, thinking maybe I can lure him out there then dispose of his remains there.

He smiles, "It is a special building. It is to imprison evil things."

I look confused, "How can it do that ? It is open along one side."

That gets him moving. I calmly follow him out to it. He is staring at the side in horror. 10ft square hole in the 20ftx15ftx15ft building. Shaking he walks in and looks down in to the smoking hole at its center. I walk up behind him and look down at my handy work. "See what I mean. Strange yes ? It was the smoke that first got my attention but this being a church of its sort I thought maybe some form of cremation chamber."

"Well something certainly burned but not by our doing." I can't resist any longer. A quick look around shows no witnesses and I don't sense any other nearby life, so I put a hand over his mouth and whisper, "Well may as well fill this hole then." before tearing in to his throat and ending his life in a white hot burning lust for his oh so tasty life. It fills me, lights me up from the inside and makes me FEEL like nothing I have ever experienced. Sex is a pale thing to this, mead is as water. Magic, ok magic is really close for me, but this is still Better and More than I can put in to words as there are no words to express the feeling and taste I have from guzzling down his life. Then like the girls before me I rip him open with a scary amount of ease and pluck out and eat his organs. As I am eating I hear someone and then smell the fear. Turning, my eyes ablaze and blood and gore dripping from my lips, I see another priest. He turns to run, but I just fling out my webs and pull him in. A new fly for my endless hunger. He flails and goes for his symbol. I easily divest him of it and shortly of his life. Then not wanting to be disturbed again I pull both bodies around behind the smoking hole and finish my dreadful feast there. licking and sucking up all the warm lovely life. Consuming the organs till there is not 1 left in either one. I use a scrap of robe to clean myself off. Then search the remains for coins or other useful bits before dumping them in to the hole. A quick wash cantrip and then I go hunting once more. The next one is armed with a crossbow and has on padded armor. His symbol proudly displayed. I hit him in the head with a rock, then leap on him, drag him down and break his neck. I drag him to the pit he still lives but can't move so I leave him and go get the last one I still hear.

The last one is nice and fat and in the kitchen fixing their dinner. He never heard me coming, never saw me pick up a large clever and chop his head off in a single powerful swing. I then opened my mouth incredibly wide and clamped it over the top of his neck, letting his failing heart force the blood in to my throat and body. Messy but fun way to eat my meal. Though my jaw hurts something awful as it's not really made to stretch like that.

I take the fat corpse and head out to the pit where the last meal awaits. I let it see his former friend before I toss the head in to the well of smoking death, to him I say, "Never should have locked me in there you know. I would have awoken alive had I been left alone. But No, you people and your death fixation cost me my soul. So now I am taking yours along with all your lovely lovely meat. And your uneatable parts can fill the hell I escaped from."

Not sure why I am intent on making him think I am a ghoul or some such. But it's kind of fun. He was actually the healthiest and best tasting of the bunch to. No use for his armor though, but did take his crossbow and bolts as well as several nice silver coins and some items that look like some form of spell components to me. Never know what will prove useful. Then it's in to the hole with the remains and another fire spell to help them cook down.

I carefully slip out and scurry over to the church. No more meals but lots of hidey holes and places to search.

I leave with 50 silver, a good amount of gold and several gems. I left behind anything that would be easily identifiable however. Don't need that kind of grief.

I dance around a bedroom where I found the catch of gems and am pretty happy really. I love the irony of killing death priest. Especially ones who hate the undead.

From the second floor window I can see the quaint town full of victims and smile to myself. There is a new terror in town and it is Me. Queue manacle laughter.

Feeling a need to be out and about and scarce of the scene of my crimes. I leave the Dead Temple and head to town. Singing (in english) Mary Jane's last Dance and dancing along I come in to the town from a slightly different road than the church is on (after cutting through the woods first to confuse anyone just in case). I got my staff out and am just minding my own business. The gate guard stops me, "No weapons in town." he says in a bored voice. I look past him and see over a dozen men, not guards, walking about with swords, staves, bows and other weapons, "Um. They have weapons." I point out. He looks, "They are men and know how to handle them. You are a girl, girls are stupid and can't handle weapons. So hand it over."

He is the only guard there. None on the walls or in sight. So I give it to him, upside the head hard enough to knock him away from the gate and in to the tree line some 30ft away.

Then I calmly walk in to town. Though my mood is somewhat broken by the stupidity.

I get maybe 20ft and 2 guards walk up, "Hand over the staff, women are not allowed weapons here."

Before I can speak or anything they glow blue and a very pretty, if flat chested woman, holding an obvious magical staff, walks over, "What have we told you about accosting women and trying to bully their goods, weapons and such from them ? You are not even city guards now return to your master before I do something unpleasant to you."

Her spell releases and they grumble and scurry away. She looks at me, "Sorry about that."

I shrug, "There was another one at the gate. Amazing how well a scare spell worked on him. Last I saw he was running for the woods."

She smirks, "So you know they are not city guards then ?"

I shrug, "Well the flag of the town is over the gate and they are wearing a different sign, so I gambled."

She smirks wider, "Won that one it seems. Yeah we are a little shy on guards since the king took most of the troops to fight a war. Stupid mercenaries think they can just come in and try to run things. Unfortunately this town houses a mage school and We don't take well to them trying to bully the town in to submission. So we now patrol the town watching for trouble with the few remaining guards." I nod, "Cool."

She gives me a strange look, "Cool ?" I shrug, "I travel allot and tend to pick up slang terms more than actual languages."

She smirks and nods, "So what brings you here ?"

I shrug, "Picked a direction and started walking one day. This is on the way I was going."

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"So you ran away from home then." she judges.

I shrug, "No home to run from. Think your own king is the only one who has wars." I counter.

She considers then shrugs, "ok I can see that" she mutters, "So family ?" I shrug, "Dead or worse. Conscripted." she grins and silently agrees with me.

Nods at my staff, "Mage ?" I shrug, "Minor stuff, couple of beginning spells. Training got interrupted when a boulder thrown by a siege engine took out our teacher and a good chunk of the school. That is also when we learned that we were at war with anyone. The King did not think it was important to tell anyone other than the military. And they did not tell anyone for fear the enemy would learn of it. Ironically the Enemy are the ones who Started the war. So much stupidity I just had to leave. My fear was it could be catching." She laughs, "Yeah I sometimes feel that way about that to."

"So how old are you ?" my she is a busy body.

"Millions and millions of seconds old. Why do you need to know ?"

She gives me a look, "It's my job to ask these sorts of questions. So you answer them or I have you locked up for vagrancy or running away from your husband."

I look incredulously, "You people have such a stupid law ? Husband really. Never been married, came close once but he left me for someone else while we were engaged. Which pretty much sums up my luck with men in general. Age 20, occupation hm, Adventurer I guess comes closest these days. I am no penniless vagrant. Though I do carry everything I own."

She nods, "Any guild or temple affiliations ?"

I get a sudden, almost Loud mental yell of Yes from my 'head band'. I nod, "Yes. Temple of the Lady of Fortune. Tried to be a priestess for a time, but just don't have the head for it. Heart sure, but all the rules and limits and what is allowed or not allowed not to mention the vows. Could not do it. No I did not run from that either, I was shown the door. Still believe and follow a good portion of the doctrine but " I shrug, "Went from there to the mages school. I was doing pretty good there to. I really enjoy magic, all the interesting things and how it all fits in to the greater world I completed my internship in alchemy and was working toward becoming a mage when the war broke out. The war is really what made me decide that the life of Adventure was a Safer occupation than living at home. Especially as home was a burning pile of rubble at the time."

She grins and nods, writing some of this down with a shake of her head. "So purpose of being here ?"

I shrug, "Bed, resupply, enjoy my little bit of coin I got from my last job. Pest removal, giant rats had tunneled in to this place. A few of us got together and got rid of them. Got our pay, went our separate ways."

She nods to that to, "Those things are a nasty pest. I personally loath rats."

I shrug, "They are cute when they are little, it's when they get to be over 5ft long, not counting the tail that Cute no longer applies."

She actually laughs at that, "Ok here." she hands me a bit of paper with a symbol stamped in it, "That will allow you to trade and stay for about 4 days, Have to be gone or get a new permit if you’re here for 5 days or more." she then gives me a lay out of the place, tells me of a couple places to avoid as they treat single women like shit, don't care if you’re a mage, or priestess either. Points out what the city guard actually looks like and warns me about this one fat sergeant who would lock me up just because I am a woman and not a local. Also warns me where he and a few of his cronies hang out. Which is unfortunately next door to the main store on the edge of the market place. She also tells me the slavers are in town so if I am in the market for a slave.. that last said in a tone of voice of one told to 'give this message to all travelers'. I grin.

"So that last one is said because you were told to say it ?"

She nods, "Yeah. Some people will pay the guild to go around and um."

"Advertise" I supply, she nods, "yeah that. So we do. Little extra money in the old coffers is good for the guild. Gets us supplies if nothing else. But I don't trust slavers not to be raiding our farms for product to be sold in our cities. Would not be the first time some enterprising pile of scum decided on that course."

I nod, "That and travelers are fair game to them. I know someone some slavers tried that on. The slavers ended up as worm food as he is a very strong Paladin of Ares."

She looks blank, "Who is Ares ?"

"Greek god of War and Warriors." I reply. She just does an 'ah' expression. Then she sees something behind me and sigh, "Pardon me, the morons are at it again."

I turn to see those same mercenaries hassling a trader. See her zap them with her staff and the whole mess starts over again. Like a well-rehearsed play. Hm.

I go look around and note the 'main store' is a run-down hole in the earth set up. While a much nicer place just up the road has everything I need other than blood (well they got that to, but I don't really want to eat the nice staff there).

I go up to the counter and ask the clerk there, "Pardon me. Can you tell me the point of this ?" I show him the paper. He looks at me in surprise, "What do you see when you look at it ?"

Scratching my chin, "It say's 4 day permit, set by Ravinia of the Guild." He pulls out a bottle and pours it over the seal. The words on the page blur and change. "Now read it."

I look at it, "Holder of this page is a runaway wife. Apprehend so she may be returned to her husband ?"

He nods and sighs, "Slavers newest 'recruiting' trick. Had you gone to any of Their operations you would be in a cage in an hour, and 'sold' to your new husband. The majority of the guard are on maneuvers this week. The only guards left are being paid to look the other way as they leave locals alone and only go after loan travelers."

I slowly nod, "Ok, so 1 guy at gate and then the 3 beyond them. Anymore ?"

He nods and another clerk comes over, she states, "We got 3 gates, 4 of them at each gate.1st one tries to get any obvious weapons off of you, the others then pull pretty much the same scam. A few like you wander in to stores not on their pay roll and learn the trick. Getting out of the trap that way. Oh and they got like 8 people in local guard uniforms to help quiet down the more violent ones. IE people who know about the trick and try to resist. Plus the slave master and his 10 associates. Guards, sellers etc." I nod, "Right, know who to kill now." I sigh.

I go about buying up the stuff I need and want. Sell some gems at a jeweler (got a good price to).

I am between shops when notice I am being followed. So I lead my tail down a blind alley I noticed earlier and scale the wall just around a short bend in order to ambush them. Works great. The 'guard' with another 'mage' with the same kind of staff come around the corner looking for me. Not 'seeing' me they throw a wide net ahead of them. If I had been invisible it may have caught me. I laugh, "Really, invisibility ?" They look Up in surprise, I cast a sleep spell that takes out everyone but the mage. His staff glowed and absorbed my spell saving him from nap time. He sneers, "Going to have to do better than that." I shrug and pull out my crossbow, "Ok" I shoot him even as he was casting a spell. Hit him right in the eye and at this range the bolt punched through and part way out the back of his skull. He drops hard. I smile. Reload and make sure there are no others coming to back them up before dropping down and sucking the all dry.

4 nummies down. I suspect this was one of those gate set up groups. I consider how much I have ingested and note I am not even full yet. If my games are right it will take the complete blood of 10 healthy adults to fill me. So maybe 2 or 3 more before I hit the 'gorging' stage and start to lose my girlish figure and move toward Bloated.

I strip these guys of everything of value and put all their gear and what not in to my magic bag. Then I stuff them in a sewer grate (nice town, has an actual sewer, nothing fancy but nice and now full of dead people).

I clean myself up the best I can then slip out of the cul-de-sac and on to the street.

I am contemplating finding an inn when the sound of combat breaks the night. Now most people when an ounce of sense run from such sounds. I prove not to be in that number. As I and maybe a dozen others head toward it. They and I come to a stop at the edge of a large market, where two armed forces are coming together. I count 3 different tabards on one side against 2 on the other. The other having the fake guards and I suspect slavers vs what looks like local military. The Feeling of Holy Power coming from some in the attacking group has me itching to be elsewhere. But I stay to see how this plays out.

At one point or another I got to yank some stupid kid back to keep them from getting killed, but other than that I don't interfere in what is going on. I do learn from comments around me that the red tabards are Kings Men (Royal guard), deep blue is the local militia, Gold and red are a Holy Order of Knights (loyal to the king) while on the other side you got black and beige. Beige being slavers guild, Black being the mercenaries working for the slavers.

I note though a group in a sort of olive tabard gathering the slaves and getting them out of the way.

I see some Really pretty slave girls to. So while the battle rages on I head in the direction the slaves were taken.

What I find is a 2cd group of slavers is adding these slaves to their 'cargo cages' and moving them out a side gate. Being me, slightly stupid and very crazy, I follow them.

There are some 12 of these olive sorts talking to 4 slimy looking sorts. I see money changing hands.

I can't help myself, "You know money is worthless when your dead, and the King is going to kill the lot of you for selling his people."

One of the slimy ones throws a dagger at me. I surprise them (and myself) when I catch it by the hilt and toss it back at him with enough force that it plunged in to his neck and got lodged in his spinal column.

3 slimy men, 12 olive drabs to go. I smile, "ok so he will have to get in line then."

2 olive tabards leap toward me, I whip my staff around and kill them both very quickly and easily. I am about to go after the next group with several arrows, coming from a different angle rain down on them and kill 5 more and wound 2 others. The remaining slimy ones run I sigh and cast a mage missile spell, aiming for legs and hips (it's not an easy spell to aim with, sure it always hits its target but not always where you want it to). Get one in the foot, one in the knee and the last in the butt. Two fall, unable to run (or even walk) the last stumbles on, till 2 guys in red tabards leap out of the tree's and tackle him. Archers in the Kings colors surround the remaining men and they surrender easily after that. I frown as they ruined my fun.

I end up leaning on my staff as a fellow in chain armor, carrying a crossbow comes over to me, "Nice job slowing them down. Stupid to do it alone though." he says as he gets closer.

I shrug, "I saw this group snatching up all these people and followed to see what was up. They decided to attack me. I was just going to talk them to death."

One of the archers nods, "We saw her coming out and telling them that selling these slaves to these other slavers would do them little good as the king would likely kill them for it. That " Captain (knight whatever, guy in chain.) "YES Thank you Smith, We were here, we all heard and saw what happened as we were getting in to place. Now Shut UP!" The guard of exposition does so, looking a little put out about it.

I look at the armored one, "So what is all the ruckus about anyway ?"

He turns to me, "Group of slavers hit a caravan, killed all the men and enslaved all the women. One of those women is the crown princess and her retinue. Several royal and noble women. We are to hold these here till the King can look them over and free the appropriate persons."

I nod, "So those who were travelers, merchants, and those taken from the surrounding farms are screwed then."

He shrugs, "That is the kings call."

I am standing near a cart full of very pretty (and soft looking ) women. Many nearby captives over heard my dialog and some look afraid while others just angry. Most like it is to be expected or lacking in hope.

As we wait I walk among the cages, checking out the meat, I stop at one that has this pretty, very busty blond in it, I reach up and cup one of her breast, "Nice." I state, "I am a little jealous, these are nicer than mine." I got a good DD at least, she looks around a triple D with the kind of nipples I love on women. She looked offended when I first touched her but now smirks, "Try carrying these around all day, you would not be so happy."

I grin, "Oh I don't know, I have noticed the ability to melt men's minds seems to be in proportion to the size of the breast. Yours could control a whole platoon if used right." she grins, "Depends on the men to. Bastard running this operation likes Men instead of women." I nod, "If he is still alive at any rate."

She grunts, "One group of slavers killing off another group is not unheard of."

I shrug, "This group was killed off by the military. Seems a group of slavers attacked a royal caravan and made off with the nobles in it. The king here is not taking that well at all and seems intent on capturing or killing off all the slavers till they find those missing nobles. Not sure if that means anything good or bad for the rest of you though."

Old man in next wagon, "They will pick the best and prettiest for themselves and the rest of us will be left to rot, that is what it means." he fumes.

Voice in my head (Tychy I hope), "He is right if you want any pets get them now. I can lead you to some that will fit your preferences for both toys and walking snack items. Don't feel any that would make good childer yet though. Mind you, I can only lead you to those of the proper mentality, not looks, that is up to you." I nod and continue my walk around, I find 6 lovelies that give off the best readings. Well there were 10 out of the 100 or so slaves here, but 6 that I want to stuff in to a bag and fuck later.

Tychy uploads the spells I need right in to my mind. Combination of a complex 'level 3' illusion (of me walking around and occasionally stopping to talk or poke at a slave in the cages) while the real me is invisibly shrinking the chosen one in to a kind of 'doll'. It puts them in suspended animation and lets me bag them easier.

Then I am almost knocked off my feet. A new group, under guard walks in. Tychy is very insistent that I take two of their number. I can't say I blame her choice either, yum. Then I see another one and I decide 1 more won't hurt, much.

The first one I nabbed was the 3rd one I saw. Tall red hair, Gorgeous figure, not sure if I want to fuck her or eat her, or both. Little jealous of her build. She is built how I wish I had been built. Second one, pretty but not one I would go out of my way for. The last one I see has the Goddess mark tattooed on her throat. Well that is one way to never lose it and explains in part why Tyche wants me to collect her. Good thing I got her to. I have exhausted all my magic for the day other than cantrips. I have moved over to one side, well away from the slaves when several horse men ride up, from 2 directions. The gate I left by and from around the north.

I am still pacing and get the feeling I should have left the moment I see the swarthy man with the crown built in to his helmet. He feels like me, dark, likes to hurt people and would Love another pretty in the bed, willing or not. I would have to kill him if he tried.

But he is so focused on finding his missing nobles he only pays me enough attention when his Knight reported that I delayed the slavers long enough for them to surround and capture the others.

Screams of DADDY suddenly fill the air and I note one of the girls I turned down (pretty body Ugly face) is yelling. The king goes over to that cage and stares at the screamer. Then ignores her for a very pretty and very shy girl behind the screamer. She is actually trying to hide from him. Now had I noticed her before I would have taken her. Small chest but stunning face. He orders guards to get her out and she is pulled out to face him. Turns out she is a 'lady in waiting' and admits that his daughter was with this group but sold earlier today to some men. I don't over hear much cause that one girl starts screaming again. The king back hands her and tells her to be quiet or become dead. That shut her up.

He sends a group of knights with the lady to search the town for those men, hoping they are still there.

As they do what it is they do, I sit and start going through my bag. I got my door but it seems not my tent. Great going to have to re-conjure a tent and no telling if I can find one as good, if not better, than my old one. Not that I can do that here. I got lots of other things including my 1000 platinum, but I don't know if that has any value in this world. Shiny silver coins of an unknown substance. Could sell them to a mages guild or the like I suppose.

I then count out the local coins I 'found'. I got 50 assorted silver and about 10 gold ones. I really need to learn the money system here though as I have been running on how honest the merchants are.

I put that away as I Feel the dark presence getting closer. Using my staff I pull myself to my feet, then lean on it like I am tired. Which in truth I sort of am, using all that magic takes a bit out of a person. He looks me over and his knight confirms I am a mage. Another soldier warns I am lethal with the staff to as I killed two of the slavers before they could stop them from charging me. They indicate the two bodies with crushed skulls. That seems to have impressed him more than the use of magic. Though he does not ask about that.

I repeat my original story, only adding I was on a roof top with some locals watching the fight when I saw the men making off with the slaves and followed.

As the slavers attacked me, I don't get accused with being in league with the slavers and instead am given a reward for delaying them and the capture of 3 main slavers. I check the pouch I am given and count out 30 of the local gold coins. Nice. The fact that he did not try to add me to his new collection of slaves even better.

A few of the guards were surprised by that. Till a knight decides to rectify the over sight and grabs me from behind. (Note: The King is looking at me or something behind me when it happens. The Knight is wearing chain and plate chest piece). My reaction is to reach back, grab him around the head and throw. He lands on his back some 5ft from me. As I recognize the tunic I don't finish that maneuver by putting my staff through his skull but I do make it look like I was about to then stopped the swing just an inch from his head. I pull back and hear the King state, "Sir Murphy what do you think you are doing ?"

After he gets his wind back, "I thought to get me a new chamber slave sire." he huffs.

The King shakes his head, "She is a trained soldier, or did you miss that part of the story ?"

Slowly getting up he looks at me, "Oh I got it, but I can break her of that."

I look at the king, "Is he needed or can I just kill him now ?"

The knight reaches for his sword while the King grins, "So tell me girl, how is it you know how to fight ?"

"I hunt monsters in the name of my church, demons, vampires and other supernatural and occasionally natural problems as the Goddess Request." I hear Tyche say in to my mind, "ok that does it. your now a Paladin, stay neutral, I will allow a little evil cause you can't help it, your still my bad luck girl." And just like that I know what abilities I have and what is expected of me. I don't have to give away my money, or tithe much as what I do is pretty much what she wants anyway. Also there is no way to take her symbol off my head, she 'cursed' it in place which I find I am ok with. It allows her to talk directly to me and I don't feel so alone as I would otherwise.

The knight spits, "Really so what is your title, Cunt Licker ?"

I grin, "Paladin of the Unlucky. I bring Bad Luck to my Ladies Enemies. Usually in the form of my beating their brains in."

The King laughs while a few look confused and one young soldier ask, "Can women be Paladins ?"

The bad Knight is about to say No when the King speaks, "Yes they can. I have known a few in the years before I became King. They tend to be much more ruthless warriors and more dedicated to their gods than their Male counterparts."

The Knight turns to his King, "Sire surely you don't believe that ?"

The King nods to my head piece, "That is the symbol of the Goddess of Luck, if she were lying while wearing that I suspect bad things would happen to her. As it stands she is still here, her weapons are in one piece and if you were a little firmer in your faith you would have Felt her presence by now. She has this air about her that says she is close to her faith. I believe she is what she says she is. Now Sir Murphy leave her in peace, While the Lady is not worshipped here, well officially" I nod and grin, "She is still a power and not to be trifled with."

The King then leaves, his knight is fuming, "I run in to you again girl and I will teach you your place."

I nod, "Standing over your grave more than likely." I say with a grin. He fumes and storms off. I can hear the laughter in my head. I resist the urge to hit him with a spell that would trip him right as he is in line with a pile of horse poo. I decide he is not worth the effort.