I open my eyes to the clattering of something against the cell bars far off. I rub my eyes and sit up glancing about the room and myself.

Still got huge boobs and blonde hair..and I'm still a prison cell..

Guess this isn’t a dream after all. That would have been really anticlimactic if it was now that I think about it.

I get out of bed and stretch a little.

It’s going to be a little while till I get used to this very different body, the boobs will get in the way of stuff and my ass literally claps lightly because of how thick it is, forgive me Ynnessa for all those hours of running and fighting.

I get a little closer to the bars as the clattering gets closer.

The visage suddenly fades away and I get a glance at what’s outside.

The ground is the same as the as it is in the illusion, expected that a little.

Across from my cell the other one looks darker, more shadows maybe, but I can make out a figure sitting on the bed.

A second later two guards come into view, both wearing full plate armor, standard Human NPC guard armor now that I get a look at it.

There’s the symbol of a sword and shield in the center, the center cloth they were, or well I think It's cloth at least, not a tunic per say. The helmets cover their faces as well, small horizontal slit, devs did research on some old history.

Right…I’m in the human dominant areas and if the lore is the same or close enough to what it was in Highlander then these particular humans are really and I mean really racist towards non-humans. Like, the "kill you just because you're an elf" kind of racist which doesn't bode well for me.

“Back to the wall bimbo!” one of them shouts at me

That snaps me out of my observation and I comply, moving back to the wall rather quickly. The guard making the clattering was that one. In one hand he had a wooden club, at least it looked wooden, it might be Steel Wood…

He took out a key with his free hand and opened my cell. Another guard walked in with a tray of food. The guard placed it on my bed and looked at me.

“Eat. Once finished put the tray outside the cell.” He said before walking back out

My cell was closed and the illusion returned to what it was as before.

Right…

I rub my arm as it all happens

I don’t have any idea how I’m going to escape from here, fuck why did I get put into the only place where I’ve never been in game.

Wait, did I just get called a bimbo? That’s…kinda dickish..fucking prick human..

Wait is that racist? Even though I was technically Human, but..not anymore...questions for later I think..

I shake my head and walk to my bed and sit down. I pick up the tray and look at the food.

“That’s…something..” I say as I look at it

Dragon fruit? That’s what it was oddly, I know the devs put almost all real world food into the game and only slightly changed their appearance and gave them a new name and some small description adding to the lore. What was the name for this again? Sweet Teeth I think?

Besides that there was a small rag that was clean and a bowl of…let’s just call it grub for now. It looked rather disgusting, but I was getting hungry. Morning munchies are a bitch..

Guess I should leave the fruit for last, seeing as there’s no water I’m guessing the fruit has some thirst quenching qualities to it which was good to know.

I lift up the fruit and look at it.

Maybe..

“Information.” I say but nothing happens.

“Codex.” I say after but again, nothing happens

Fuck, the Codex doesn’t function or exists here. That’s going to be a problem for now. I take off my belt and roll it up, place it on my bed. I take the fruit and the rag and place the rag on the belt and the fruit on it. That should keep both from getting dirty. I'd rather not get any germs. Can I even get sick? Sickness in game were just temporary effects like poison, but honestly I'd rather not find out.

The belt seemed clean enough for now as well. I take the bowl and small wooden spoon off the tray and place it on my bed as well. Getting up with the tray I walked back to the cell door and got on my knees. I turned the try vertically and pushed it forward.

A small tear of sorts opened up and then I suddenly dropped it after a horrendous smell attacked my nostrils.

“What the fuck…” I says grabbing my nose

I had to squint as a few tears started to flow down. What was that? Tear gas?

With one hand clinching my nose I grabbed the tray again and pushed it through, but I heard noises this time.

“Again!”

“Fuck you humans!”

“Give us something else to fucking eat!”

Once the tray was through my hand was forced back into the cell. I wonder what that was about. After blowing the air away with my free hand in front of my face I went back to my bed and grabbed the bowl.

My god did this not look good. And it had no smell. I lifted it to my nose and took a few whiffs but nothing.

I dug the wooden spoon into and sighed.

“May as well..”

Taking a small amount I placed it into my mouth, but no taste which was odd. I guess it isn’t that bad.

I started eating the grub until it was finished then bit down into the dragon fruit which had a phenomenal taste. I never had any before, but I doubt it would taste like this. I forget how these things grow..

It didn’t take long before I finished both and cleaned my mouth with the rag. I folded it up and place the bowl and spoon at the edge of my bed on the ground.

Now what to do?

I stood back up and started to pace, but my stomach suddenly grumbled.

“I can’t be hungry right…?” I ask myself

I reached for my stomach and felt it a little bigger? As if it was mildly inflated.

“A little weird..”

Before I could take another step I suddenly farted which was..new and unexpected.

I gripped my stomach with both my hands and almost fell to the ground.

Oh fucking hell…

I get why they were screaming like that outside and the smell.

I glance back to the end of the room and see the bucket then look right to the corner of the room at the drain like thing. It wasn’t small either. I could fit there with plenty of space.

My stomach grumbles again and I feel it coming. I rushed to the drain and pulled my ragged clothes up to my chest and basically threw my ass onto the cold metal and let go.

The grub, the fruit…

Fuckers gave every prisoner the shits! Assholes.

My legs feel numb again and I’m basically clawing at the wall with how it feels. My stomach is going to kill itself at this rate.

I can feel myself sweating as well, fuck. Is every morning going to be like this? Eat a tasteless meal and a delicious fruit before you have to borderline shit yourself?

It's straight fucking water down there! Fuuuuck!

I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here, but all I know is that I’ve thrown off my quote on quote shirt to the bed and I’m still clawing at the walls in this corner as I sit.

But then it suddenly ends and I can breathe. The smell is horrendous, but it’s going away slowly. I’ve got no idea what’s at the bottom of this drain, but it’s really deep and I’d probably die of the smell if I ever got near it. I pray for the poor fuck that's on sewer duty..

I hear the same clattering as before. The illusion disappears and I can hear the sound of feet. It’s more than one guard this time I can tell.

Two different ones approach my cell, but I see at least a dozen go past them to the other ones. I move to cover my exposed body, but it’s a little hard because of the size of my boobs. At least my thighs can cover my vagina..man...that is something I got to get used to..

One of them opens the door and the other walks inside.

“Stand!” he yells

Slowly I managed to get up with the help of the wall and I just look at the guard.

This is really embarrassing, my face is red and I’m looking away. Fuck man..I hate this...

Then I glance at what he does. He raises his hands towards me. Oh no is he-

“Aquatic Spell, Fresh Stream.” The guard says before a burst of cold water shoots at me

“Whabbarbyoubbbing!” I shout through the water that's almost drowning me

The entire corner of the cell is getting drenched in this cold water and every inch of my body is getting wet. After about a minute he stops and just looks at me.

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I glance at him as I cover myself. I can’t see his face, but I can guess what he’s thinking. I see his foot move forward slowly before the other guard calls for him and they both leave returning the illusion.

Right…being raped is possibility here..they just can’t get caught…fuck…

I’m not built for this environment especially in this body…

I flail my hands in the corner trying to get dry, but it’s going to take a while. Even my hair’s wet..

I think I finally get the sentiment of how annoying it can be, but hey..I guess I do have a rocking body…

“Yay me…” I sigh

I move to none metal part of the corner and sit down, but instead of cold touching my ass It’s warm..

So it’s got heat, this prison is pretty decently equipped to take care of the prisoners here, so…that means that It might be high security or low security…maybe just well distributed resources..

I lightly slap my head, I’m getting frustrated not knowing about the place. I open up my Magic menu again and browse at my spells. The Calm spell worked, but what about the others starter spells I have? I think It's a better question if I ask who knows that I have these starter spells.

Saint Elves are known for their magical aptitude, but knowing the difference between Elves can get difficult if you aren't one, so they might just mistake me for a High Elf..

I close the menu and aim for the ground in front of me ready to test out another spell.

“Summoning Spell, Skeleton.” I say

A light purple hue appear in my palms, but then disappears.

Summoning spells don’t work…makes sense I guess, I shouldn't try Firebolt in the case that I might burn the bed.

I wonder how I can get experience, I wonder how similar it is, I might be able to use that to my advantage..

After about ten minutes the heat on the stone floors wears off and it goes back to the cold it was before, but by that time I was completely dry and had put back on my sorry excuse for clothes.

As I was putting the belt back on I had the idea.

I moved to the center of the room and placed my hands on my boobs and kept then down so to say. Then I jumped up and glanced up.

I used up about one stamina? Jumping, climbing, running, dashing those are the physical movements that should cause stamina drain and some melee attacks as well.

It takes about a minute before my stamina goes back to max which is not a good sign. Saint Elves have the lowest starting health out of all races and subraces so If I get into a fight that would pretty much be the end of me since I can't run away and my low health…

But with my magic….but magic..doesn’t work here…not offensive spells…fuck

I sigh and think for a second.

Maybe I can improve that…

Advanced statistics usually appear in a different menu, but not for those below level three. I guess there’s no harm in trying.

I start jumping up and down while holding down my boobs so that they don’t flail around. I do this until my stamina reaches 0

+1 Acrobatics

Below the small square in the right corner that’s what appeared. Holy shit…

It works! It fucking works!

“Yes!” I say, but then it hits me

I stumble to the ground and start breathing heavy, zero stamina meant that you could barely move and I could barely do that.

It’s much worse than real life..well this is real life…let’s just call it old life for now. Much worse back there.

I crawled my way back to my bed panting like someone who had just run three marathons. I managed to climb back in it and just laid there till my stamina refilled.

I check my XP bar and I saw a small gold speck at the beginning. So that’s how it was going to be.

When you do certain movements like jumping or continue to use certain spells in certain situations you get the plus one that pops. These accumulate over the course of trying to level up and once you do level up they get added automatically into those stats. But there’s a certain cap for these little bonuses, they can’t go above 10.

So I can do this power jumping about nine more times before I reach the cap for it and since my physicals are probably extremely low in stats I’ll get little to no XP.

I’ll make the guess that I don’t have anything above five in that area. My magic should be the highest naturally. Fuck I wish I could see my stats…

Even if I were to do labor or mining it would take just as long. But I’ve got to get to get to level three. I could maybe try and up my social stats. Beauty, Sex Appeal, Appearance are my highest of those, they could probably rival my main magic stats I’d guess.

In a sense those were throwaway stats at the start of launch in Highlander, but what the devs didn't mention was that the way you make your character would actually determine those. So in my case and those who spent hours in the creator got the highest Appearance stats from the start. These came good for trading and NPC negotiation, but it never broke the game oddly.

But now that everything is real I think I have more options to improve certain things. I can’t spam Calm on myself so that won’t work.

I guess Passive Perception, Observation, Danger Sense, Awareness, Alertness, Detail Viewing and those will be the easiest to level, but I’ve got no clue what the base stats for those are since I mostly played in third person.

Fuck, these cells were designed to halt any sort of leveling within them. The only option is outside. My physical stats are the only thing able to be improved currently, but with the cap I don’t think I’ll be able to reach the halfway point of the XP bar.

That doesn't mean I can't get creative with what I level, arms, legs, back, stomach can be improved separately, but the fucking cap really messes with me..

“Dammit..” I sigh

So, that’s the plan for now. Find out a way to level up and reach level three. I'll decide what comes after when I get there..

I should probably note down the different parts of the day for prisoners. I’m guessing when I came in it was the evening or later. Maybe not.

I’m going to need some paper…I wonder if my body will write my native tongue or actual Elvish? Saint Elves were said to have a “different form of Elvish” from the other Elves. But when I think back to the green skinned guy I can guess that he was a Half Orc, the shade of green wasn’t the most prominent. And I could understand him..

Wait, I could understand the Half Orc and the Humans. I know Common then. Alright, that's good, that partially confirms that my knowledge is highest. I probably understand multiple languages they just sound the same to me or maybe my head hasn't adjusted yet...

A place like this is bound to have human prisoners now that I think about, but more non humans. I wonder how they regulate non magic users. Barbarians and Berserkers templates are a deadly thing. Monk templates might be more dangerous with their mix of Chi, Ki and Concentration based abilities.

I sit up in my bed and lean against the wall.

I’m going to be here for a while…

Heh..

My Prison Arc

Funny. I guess my poor jokes I tell myself can keep me going..

I crack my neck slightly before rubbing the side.

I wonder if I’ll get the same horny urges like back then…the cons of being a shut in NEET with barely any social connections.

You watched a lot of good and weird Hentai and beat your meat to it few times a day. Greet feeling, but Post-Nut Clarity hits different every single time..

I sigh again.

It shouldn’t feel weird though..this is technically my body as confusing as that is, but I don’t know about it’s past…was this an actual elf? There’s probably some documentation about me crossing the border to this country. A reason, even if a small one

And personal belongings, I’m bound to have starting items. I just need to find them. And if this prison is like the prisons in the old world..

Then we should have some free time…for a while at least.

I think I’ll do my exercises in the night, might get suspicious if I’m all sweaty in the mornings for no reason. Or..well…some might get different ideas..

I lay back down and just continue thinking, but eventually I did fall into a short nap, but soon enough I could hear the thundering voice of someone.

“Attention!” the voice echoed through the halls

I instantly got up and out of the bed and adjusted myself, my hair was a little bit of a mess though. A light pair of steps was walking through the hallway and the booming voice continued.

“That time of the day has come you worthless scum! Each and every single one of you will have a collar placed on you before you step out! If there is any resistance don’t think you won't have your teeth caved in and ass beat! After that you will all head out to the courtyard where there will be a demonstration for you lowlife newcomers! Now, shut it and hurry up!”

The steps began fading and were replaced by the rushing guards. The illusion dropped once more and a pair of guards appeared. Everything has to be a two man job it seems.

I wonder if the women and male guards work separate or if women are allowed to be guards at all. It makes sense since some of the humans are probably itching to have their way with some of the prisoners. One always keeps the other in check to protect the investment and themselves as well probably.

My cell door gets opened and the other guard steps in with a large metal collar in his hands. I move closer without the need to be told. Being obedient might get me some good points. But I’ll be out of luck if I want to stay hidden or lie low unless I have a hood. Beauty does have it’s drawbacks I guess..

The guard raises the collar to my neck when it closes by itself. A red glow appears in the space between the collar and my neck. That means I have magic probably. The glow turns to a light blue one and the guard steps away. Alright, blue means locked I think, so, no magic from here which is going to be hard.

The guard steps out and makes way for me. I move slowly towards the cell door.

I’m scared, but I need to see this through. I’ve had time to calm down, but now I need time to plan.

I step outside the cell and the guard to my left closes it and moves to the center of the hallway. I glance to my right to see a long hall filled with prisoners, all with collars around their necks. I glance to my left and see the same. This isn’t a small place…

It’s nuts how many people are here. I see other Elves as well. Who else? I squint and glance around. Orcs, Half Orcs, Dwarfs, Elves like I said before, Beastfolk or to be specific Kitsune, Minotaurs, Wolfmen and Wolfwomen and some other Lycanthropes. Lizardfolk, Humans. That’s about all I can spot.

“Worthless excuse of dickless men! Turn left!” the booming voice says

The males all begin walking off to the left, I do spot some of the larger males glancing at me. I think I’m more scared about being alone with one of them than living in this cell for the rest of my life. I try and keep a straight face and just focus.

“And all you, worthless trash with tits on your chest! Turn right!” the voice says

I have no idea whose talking by the way, all I know is he doesn’t pull punches. Hateful equality.

I turn right and as the women start moving, I follow. I do feel some eyes on me even now. I guess being a creep transcends race and gender and worlds or universes. Great…

It’s much of the same races I’ve seen before, but now I can spot some Halflings and are those..Faries? I’ve got no clue how these guys captured little flying humans.

The hall goes on for a while, but it’s almost like I can hear steps above and below me, I do have passive bonuses to hearing as a Saint Elf now that I remember. So that means, there’s more than just one level of cells. There must at least a hundred prisoners here, so, maybe double the guards. This prison could be considered a city.

I swear we’ve been moving for about five minutes now, but..wait…a clearing..

As we move forward we enter into a larger section of the prison, it’s like the inside of a typical Human keep, so this must have been an old castle, but there were so many buildings like that in the game as well. That barely narrows down my location.

It was part of the lore, something about the old human keeps were being reused since the current ruling king didn’t want to waste destroying them, so he sold the rights and some lords and merchants bought the rights. So, private prisons were created that way and since the Human Kingdoms literally have no good relations outside their own kingdom and other Human areas they resorted to war prisoners and slavery, but since I heard about rebels, I can guess that the humans here or some of them here are the progressive sort.

But the majority will have no problem with messing with us.

The sound of doors being moved catches my ears and I glance up to see large wooden doors being opened, the light shining inside and reaching me.

Fuck me…that feels nice, sunlight…

We progress outside and I finally get a view of the place.

Many bastions and small towers, there’s a wall in every place I look, so, very fortified.

“Location..” I mumble quietly

Leghen

That’s what appears in the upper right corner before it slowly fades. Leghen? I don’t remember that place, I don’t think I saw it on any maps and I've explored about 90% of the map..

At least now I know for sure about location discovery, just be outside…still no codex though…

Dammit that makes things harder..I need to find a map, but I’ve got no clue what’s going to happen right now.

Suddenly the moving line stops and I almost bump into the woman in front of me, but manage to stop myself.

“Attention!” the same voice from before says or, well, shouts more like it

I follow where everyone looks until I see a small wooden structure..

That’s the hanging thing the gallows I think it’s called…

That booming voice was a fucking gnome? He looks middle aged for gnome standards and he’s wearing some warden appropriate clothing. How the hell is he not a human? That doesn’t make sense…unless..he owns the place..

“Bring the rebels!” he says

Rebels? Is this going to be an actual execution?

About seven humans were brought up to gallows. Three women and four men, their backgrounds mostly looked the same racewise, they must be from the same region in the Human country. All late twenties about..

Spending hours in that creator has basically made me an age detector now that I think about it. Ynnessa was the last character I made, but the one I kept because I loved her design so much and the lore for Saint Elves.

And..there comes the rope around their necks, they don’t have any fear on their faces, but they aren’t speaking either…

Would you want to speak at a time like this?

It might be a spell though, Silence spells have variants which are low level stuff, but if you’ve got enough in your Magic Knowledge stat then you can basically save time and spell room and just multi-cast the standard spell to do other things besides it's basic function.

“Now, you might think why are there seven humans here! Why are you not doing something else! Here, we have rebels opposing the great king of this country!”

He snaps his fingers and a guard close to him nods and pulls a lever.

All seven drop at the same time, all necks breaking, all dead. He just did that without hesitation..

I’m just watching with wide eyes...I'm..a..bit..scared..

“This! This is a demonstration to the Humans here to show what happens when you oppose the crown. And a demonstration to those non-humans here for what happens when you don’t behave!”

It’s life or death…no matter who you are…this might be harder than I thought...