Alanna rifled through the alraune’s former belongings. Some of it was just shiny junk, like empty potion bottles or belt clasps, but a lot of it was quality adventurer gear: Some daggers and swords, pieces of an armor set. She found it a little distasteful having to take these things from amidst the bones of their former owners, but Alanna wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. She’d need this stuff a lot more than they did.
She couldn’t quite figure out how to feel. She had beaten a powerful monster on her own again, but this time she had to admit she lucked out. She doubted she would have escaped if the alraune hadn’t been ignorant enough to dry and drink from her unlabelled bottles. Her hands were shaky, and her right arm was still useless. She had drunk an elixir, but she doubted it could reset the bone for her. She’d need an actual healer for that.
That’s when she found something strange amidst the boneyard. At first she thought she saw another spear sticking out from the bones, but when she grabbed it and pulled, she realized it didn’t feel like metal. It felt like bone, and it came attached to what looked like a horse’s skull.
“No way…” she gasped, as she realized she had stumbled on one of the rarest treasures of the wilderness: A unicorn’s horn. Known as a powerful reagent for magical spells, or for crafting magical items, it was worth a small fortune all by itself.
Immediately Alanna understood why this alraune turned out to be so powerful. Monsters did not have levels, but they did exist in their own hierarchy. Some monsters were naturally stronger than others, though monsters of a certain species could grow into more powerful forms. Usually this was indicated through by calling them “Lesser” or “Greater” versions of their species to indicate such relative strength, and monsters could kickstart their evolution into these forms by killing something more powerful, like higher level adventurers… Or in this case, a more powerful monster.
She had no idea what could have led a unicorn to the alraune’s glade, but she imagined it was the meal of a lifetime. It may have even happened between the moment the Adventurer’s Guild scouts found the alraune and now. Many more adventurers could have died before anyone realized, if not for her, which gave her a much needed confidence boost. She had accomplished something good here, and the unicorn horn was a more than worthwhile reward.
Eagerly, she took her pouch of silver dust from her backpack, activated it with a bit of mana, and rubbed it on the unicorn’s horn. The reaction was immediate, each grain of silver that touched the horn began to glow, then vibrate as they overcharged with magical energy, then they launched themselves into the air as a glowing mote of dust. Alanna watched in wonderment as the air around the unicorn’s skull turned into a miniature midnight sky, a cloud of glittering silver stars.
With some effort she managed to cut off the horn and stuffed it with the rest of her loot. It was likely the most valuable thing she’d gained from here, but she wasn’t done yet. She similarly used the silver dust on the alraune’s corpse, only to find there was no reaction. She quickly deduced that again, the alraune was unlikely to have most of her magical essence in her “fake” body, and after testing the flour found that the sap from the flower’s bulb was what contained the alraune’s magical essence. She extracted some into an empty vial and stoppered it, then began heading back to Wildbrooke.
The wood pygmies left her alone on her way back to the road, and on her way back to town. She figured that since they had been rallying around the alraune as a leader figure that her death had likely spooked the little imps enough to make even their reckless bravery falter. That was fine by Alanna, she'd seen enough violence for one day, and she didn’t risk stopping to harvest anything from their dead bodies.
The sun was starting to set as she returned to Wildbrooke. The guards let her through with a nod, though not much surprise. “Glad to see you’re still alive,” the guard from yesterday said. “You newbies either come home battered like that, or not at all.”
“Thanks, I suppose,” Alanna said with a grin.
She figured she should return to the Adventurer’s Guild as soon as possible to lay claim to her kill, but stopped at the entrance. She heard some familiar voices have a heated argument that had made the whole place go quiet.
“You irresponsible oaf!” she heard Renestrae yell.
“The girl offered to be our scout, she did her job, we did ours,” Khilseith replied coldly, but loudly. “Anyone who goes adventuring knows the risks.”
“She wasn’t an adventurer! She was a civilian! If you take a civilian along you know damn well they’re your responsibility!” Renestrae replied. Alanna could tell by the shaking of the half-elf’s voice that she was genuinely upset. It warmed her heart a little, considering how dismissive Renestrae was at their first meeting. She didn’t take her for the type that cared about strangers.
“She’s dead because the info was faulty,” Khilseith retorted. “That was no lesser alraune, that was at a minimum a greater alraune. The rest of us were lucky to get away with our lives.”
Alanna seethed. She wanted to storm in there, punch Khilseith on his perfectly sculpted nose and then give him a piece of her mind. However, a more devious idea came to mind, and Khilseith couldn’t have possibly set her a better stage.
She opened the door and strode straight up to the counter, making a show of clutching her broken arm. It did hurt, that wasn’t fake, but the regeneration elixir she took earlier had taken care of most of her bruising and bleeding by now. She didn’t need to support it, but she wanted everyone to see she was badly hurt.
Khilseith was at the front desk with his group, probably making a report after their failed attempt to kill the alraune. Renestrae was getting ready to yell at Khilseith once more when her eyes met Alanna’s, and her expression turned to shock. “Oh my goodness! Are you okay?!” she called out as she opened up the gate leading behind the counter and rushed out to check up on Alanna. Her eyes got particularly wide when she got a good look at Alanna’s arm.
“Oh I’m fine,” Alanna said, loudly, wanting the whole Guild to hear. Most of the patrons had been subtly listening in on the drama, but having the Peasant girl walk back in miraculously alive drew a lot more attention. “It wasn’t easy fighting my way out past the moving vines and the wood pygmies when they left me to die, but I managed.”
“N-now wait just a second,” Melissandre said. “We didn’t leave you to die!” While Melissandre made a blundering attempt to lie, Khilseith stared at her with thinly veiled contempt. There were a few things that could kill an adventurer’s reputation really fast. The big three were lying about completing missions, stealing from your fellow adventurers or clients, and of course, leaving party members to die when you could have saved them. Alanna was happy to see him realizing that her walking in right here, right now, was probably the worst thing that could have happened to him. Prutina was there too, but she seemed to be shrinking into her own long coat further and further.
“No?” Alanna asked with fake confusion. “Because I sure wasn’t dead when you three turned tail and ran. I was busy getting dragged off by the alraune while you three made your daring escape. Which reminds me,” she said, turning to address Renestrae directly. “They already confessed they turned tail and ran. I completed the mission, so I want the reward in full.”
That seemed to snap Khilseith out of his brooding. His jaw clenched and he stormed up to Alanna. “You are full of lies, little worm,” he snapped. “There’s no way a Peasant could have killed that monster, not even with whatever Gods-damned luck you seem to have.”
“I figured no one would believe me, so of course I made sure to bring proof.” Alanna walked up to the front desk, opened up her backpack and pulled out a sack. She then shook out the contents of the sack, and to the sound of a few gasps, out rolled the half-burned severed head of the alraune.
Silence reigned in the Guild for several moments, before a gray-beard dwarf climbed onto his table, whooping and hollering before pointing at the human adventurer sitting across from him. “Suck it Franz, you Federation pig! Tonight I’m going home with your bag of coin for a change!” The dwarf tried to start some sort of traditional dance before mugs and other food items started flying, forcing him to duck out of the way. Turns out Franz wasn’t the only one who made a wager that had gone poorly.
“I’m so sorry about this,” Renestrae apologized as she ushered Alanna into one of the Guild’s rooms. The building was set up kind of like an inn, except with more amenities, with some rooms being for rest, one set up with magical vaults to keep gold or belongings safe and Alanna was pretty sure she could hear a blacksmith hammering away in the back. The room they had entered was designed for private meetings, with a big round table in the center, along with quills, ink and scrolls, and a big map of the area surrounding Wildbrooke on the wall.
“It’s okay,” Alanna said. “I heard adventurers can get pretty rowdy.”
Renestrae sighed wearily. “Being an adventurer is… It takes a special kind of person. There’s always more demand than supply, so the Guild isn’t usually picky when people come knocking with the right Class, and while we have a few core rules, we understand we’re not dealing with soldiers. Betting is one of those things we ask them to please not do inside the Guild, but… Well, you saw what happened.”
Alanna nodded, but was eager to move the conversation along. “Right, I understand. So, about my reward…”
Renestrae held up a hand. “A lot happened, obviously, and you’re hurt. I’m going to have someone confirm that the head you brought in belonged to the right alraune, and if so I’ll make sure you get your reward, with a bonus if the alraune was as strong as Khilseith claimed. For now, I have to insist we take you to our local healer first. Whatever happened out there, you clearly took quite a beating, and I don’t want you to bleed out internally while you’re being interrogated about your quest.”
That put Alanna’s concern about her reward at rest. She nodded and allowed Renestrae to take her hand and help her up from her seat. They left for a different room with a door marked with a dove holding a bandage within its beak. As soon as it opened Alanna was struck with the heady scent of dried herbs and soap.
This one clearly had a permanent occupant, with potion vials stacked up along a cupboard, while off to the side was a screen that sectioned off what looked like a bedroom and kitchen. A table dominated the room with a chair next to it, dotted with a few bloodstains that hadn’t quite come up the last time someone tried to clean them, flanked by a desk that had a few tomes stacked on them. Alanna recognized one of them, a guide to herbs that Solizzar had owned as well, but at a glance the other books seemed to be about how to treat diseases, curses and charms.
“Claire, are you in here?” Renestrae called out. “Got another newbie for you.”
“Coming!” said a womanly voice, followed by a bit of commotion behind the screen, before an absolutely massive woman pulled the screen aside to step into the main office. She was nearly seven feet tall, wearing a long black robe. Her curly black hair reached down to her elbows and Alanna saw two small, blunt horns poke through her forehead, and a long tail with a tuft at the end swung behind her with every step. Alanna figured she was some kind of half-breed and would have to be some kind of bovine. Her skin was pale and she had brown eyes set in a pleasantly round face. Though the robe did a decent job of concealing her figure, there was quite a bit too ‘much’ of her to fully hide, the healer having far more curves than any elf Alanna had ever met.
Alanna, having never seen any of the bigger humanoids that she was vaguely aware existed, looked up at Claire, and for a moment allowed her tongue to be a bit looser than she intended. “Big,” she blurted out.
“By the Gods, I get that all the time now,” Claire said with mild annoyance, pouting as she draped a white cloth over the table. “I can’t help that quitting adventuring ruined my figure.”
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“Have you considered getting back out there?” Renestrae stated to deflect from the subject. “There’s always a demand for healers, more than any other Class.”
“No, I really can’t,” Claire said, her tone dejected. “Adventuring just wasn’t for me. Too much violence, too much danger. In spite of the drawbacks of my new lifestyle, I’m quite happy being able to help actual adventurers from my office here.” Claire then turned back towards Alanna, putting on a motherly smile.
“So! How can I help you today?” Claire asked, patting her hand on the table to encourage Alanna to sit. Alanna did, feeling uncomfortably like one of the monsters Solizzar would have pinned to his workbench.
“I, uh, my arm is broken. Is there anything you can do?” Alanna asked.
“Sure, we can fix that immediately. I can also check you for any other injuries or conditions you may have.”
“Yes please,” Alanna stated, though she wasn’t sure what to expect. Claire took a small booklet out of a pocket on her robe, emblazoned with a symbol like the silhouette of a great walled city. She used one hand to hold the booklet to her chest, while the other hand was held aimed at Alanna. Claire then began to mutter a prayer and a soothing light filled the room.
“Oh great Valdor, please bless your humble servant with but a fraction of your power, so that I may bring comfort to others.”
Divine magic, unlike arcane magic, which operated through incantations that were nonsensical if taken out of the context of spellcasting, was powered by prayers to the Gods. She knew not everyone worshiped Sylvarra, the goddess of the Elves and Wilderness, but had not had any contact with followers of the other Gods before now. She knew Valdor was the god followed by the Human Federation, but not much beyond that.
“You seem to be in good health,” Claire said. “Surprisingly so. How long ago did you get this injury?”
“Earlier today,” Alanna said.
“Earlier today?” Claire asked, her brow scrunched up in confusion. “Did someone else heal you before now?”
“No,” Alanna lied.
Claire closed her hand, the light fading. “That’s strange, usually people suffering this much of an injury will have lost far more hit points in the process, not to mention have a bunch of minor injuries.”
Alanna figured so, since most of her hitpoints had been restored by her elixir. It was a slow process, about one per minute, but she imagined that would make a big difference, especially between battles. Other than magic or resting there weren’t any ways she knew of that restored hitpoints.
“There doesn’t seem to be anything else wrong with you, so let’s fix that arm so you can be on your way.” She again recited her prayer, except this time she touched Alanna’s head, the light flowing from her palm into Alanna’s body.
She yelped as there was a brief moment when the light reached her injured arm where her bones moved apart and physically aligned, but there was no pain, just discomfort, and it was gone almost immediately. She flexed her fingers, finding her arm had been restored to full use. “Healing magic sure is amazing,” she muttered.
“Thank you dear, every healer enjoys knowing they’re appreciated,” Claire said, patting Alanna on the head before sitting down. “That’ll be fifty gold pieces.”
Alanna’s jaw dropped. She had maybe five gold to her name, and that was already more money than she’d ever held. Before she could stammer out a reply, Renestrae interjected.
“The Guild is taking care of this one.”
“Oh?” Claire asked, folding her hands together with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Who messed up this time? Was it Barwick? I heard he’s been gone for a while.”
“Inquisitive aren’t we? You know when you represent the Guild you really shouldn’t pry, the rumor mill is bad for all of us.” Renestrae could only maintain her professionality for a few seconds before she broke out in a wide grin. “It was Khilseith.”
Claire gasped and put her hand over her ample chest. “Him? I mean, I couldn’t have thought of anyone more deserving of suffering some public humiliation, but I’m still surprised.”
Alanna immediately got the impression these two were good friends.
“He brought a civilian with him, and when the going got tough he left the civilian behind,” Renestrae stated with no small amount of smugness.
“Oh my goodness! Are they okay?”
“They’re sitting in front of you,” Renestrae said, looking straight at Alanna.
Claire’s attention turned to Alanna, her mouth wide open in shock. “Oh no, you poor thing! I’m so sorry that happened to you. I swear most adventurers are good people, there’s just a few bad eggs among us who’ll get away with murder sometimes.” She patted Alanna on her head, and she had to admit, she enjoyed getting some positive attention for a change. “You can go back home as soon as you feel ready. If you want I’ll even walk you home to make sure you get there safely.”
“She’s… She’s actually here to sign up with us,” Renestrae added, to which Claire frowned.
“I thought you said she’s a civilian. What Class is she then?”
“She’s a peasant,” Renestrae said. She seemed like she was going to continue, but Claire gasped so loudly that it interrupted her. She looked at Alanna aghast.
“Are you crazy?! Do you even know what you're signing up for? Being an adventurer is terrible, that’s why it pays so much! You’re constantly in danger of being poisoned, or stabbed, or dismembered, or-or-or-”
“Claire! Please,” Renestrae said, grabbing the panicking Claire’s shaking hand to break her out of her rant. “I think she can handle herself. She dropped the head of a greater alraune on my desk earlier and I have several witnesses that claim she did the deed by herself.”
Claire seemed too shocked to respond initially. “By herself?” she asked eventually. When Renestrae nodded, she turned back to Alanna. “Is that true? Because if you’re lying just so they’ll let you take on quests you’re putting yourself in more trouble than you can imagine.”
“I’m not lying,” Alanna said with certainty. “And this is what I want. I promise I understand it’s dangerous. I want to make a difference, and if you aren’t born a noble this is the only way to do so.”
Claire seemed to become dejected at that answer, her eyes becoming downcast. “There are other ways to make a difference…”
“Oh,” Alanna said, realizing her mistake. “I didn’t mean to say you weren’t making a difference. I’d have been useless if you hadn’t fixed my arm for me.”
Claire gave a small smile at that, then took Alanna’s hand and gently slapped it, as though scolding a small child. “That tongue of yours is going to get you into trouble one day.”
Alanna blushed, avoiding eye-contact. “Sorry…”
Later that night Alanna had managed to get a nice fire going in her room. The Adventurer’s Guild provided room & board, though with a wide range of quality based on how deep your pockets were. This was a relatively nicer room, probably another gesture of apology from Renestrae as she said not to worry about the expense. It came with its own fireplace, complete with a cauldron for an enterprising chef or potion brewer. Turns out that with a little extra assembly it also functioned great as a workplace for an alchemist.
The first extract she had decided to prepare was the alraune’s. She was extremely excited to see what such a large, powerful monster’s extract would do to her.
The end result was a bright green liquid with a violet core. Alanna hesitated only a second, wary of the pain she knew was coming, before swallowing the contents. It hit both harder and faster than she thought. Her skin began to burn and she felt her muscles and bones shift underneath her skin. It was excruciating and she had to bite her own hand to stifle her voice.
It lasted several agonizing minutes, during which all she could do was writhe on the floor. Slowly the pain subsided and her flesh stopped feeling like it was trying to crawl off of her, and she rose to her feet unsteadily.
She felt… Bigger. She touched her arms and was surprised to find actual muscle. It wasn’t just her arms, she found muscle definition all over. It wasn’t much, she hadn’t just turned into some kind of Barbarian warlord, but compared to the skinny figure she had before she felt so much stronger. She lifted her backpack and found it far easier than before. All that power the alraune had was now hers, and she couldn’t be happier!
She also noticed a strange, flowery scent. At first she checked her clothes, wondering if she accidentally spilled any alraune essence on herself, but soon found that the source of the smell was her! She pulled up her status screen to see what was new.
“Lesser Alraune’s Pheromones: Alraune lure in their prey by giving off a sweet scent that puts their victims at ease. Reduces hostile intent in all nearby animals or humanoids, though does not eliminate it. Increases effectiveness of user’s Charisma score.”
“Ambidextrous: You are equally proficient with both sides of your body.”
Alanna pondered the info her status screen had given her on her new abilities. Most of the feats and traits she gained from consuming extracts so far had provided her a nice combat boost, but this pheromone ability didn’t seem to have much combat application at all. It was also strange how this was the ability of a “lesser” alraune, not a greater one. She started to suspect she didn’t outright steal abilities from monsters. There was some sort of filter at play that stopped her from getting all the powers a monster had, she believed, but she had no way to deny or confirm her suspicions. Her mind wandered to that Sorceress, Melisandre, and how she undoubtedly learned all her complex incantations and hand gestures just by leveling up her Class.
“Oh well,” she thought. “I already knew I was doing things the hard way.”
Next she turned her attention on the unicorn’s horn. Her gut twisted a little as she prepared another batch of the acidic glowcap concentrate that she needed to dissolve it into an extract. If she just sold it off, she’d probably make a fortune… However, she may never find another horn like this again. If the stories that she read as a child were to be believed, unicorn’s were a dying breed, and she solidly concluded that nothing was worth passing up on the potential power of a unicorn’s extract.
She dropped the horn into the bubbling mixture, then proceeded to distill it as she did with the alraune extract. The end result was a silvery mixture. If it had a core she could not see it, as the entire solution gave off a light of its own.
Despite the pain of the previous extract being fresh in her mind, Alanna downed the extract with little hesitation.
Unlike the other extracts, which were quick to cause pain after she imbibed them, this one did not. A warmth spread through her limbs. It felt kind of pleasant, like downing a hot drink on a cold day, but stronger. She looked down at her hands and saw a faint yellow glow around them. “Wow…”she muttered as she turned them over, observing the light pulse alongside her heartbeat and slowly growing stronger. It was gentle, like the sun breaking through the rain clouds in spring. She struggled to look away as a peacefulness descended on her like a warm blanket.
When she snapped out of her trance, the sun had already gone down outside. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, which freaked her out more than the usual pain would. Her throat felt painfully dry, and she guessed it must have been at least several hours. She wondered what that glow was, so she opened her status window again.
“Unicorn Immunity: Unicorns cannot be dominated or tamed. Full immunity to Charm effects.”
Charm effects were fairly rare, and always magical, but full immunity was even rarer. She eagerly read the second ability she gained.
“Unicorn Magic: Locked”
“Locked?” She asked aloud. There was no response, but she had never heard of ‘locked’ feats before. She wondered if something had gone wrong with the extract, or if this ability just wasn’t transferable.
However, a more pressing issue manifested itself. She felt an mass at her groin that shifted uncomfortably as she stood up. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized she felt something down there that hadn’t been there before. She swallowed dryly, pulling open her pants… Only to find a black-skinned, five inch erection poking out of a sheath that definitely hadn’t been there before, paired with a leathery scrotum.
“Oh… Oh no, no no no!”
“Half-Rabbitfolk Peasant.
Level 4
Hitpoints: 35/35
Mana: 8/8
Strength: 15
Dexterity: 19
Constitution: 17
Intelligence: 13
Wisdom: 15
Charisma: 15
Experience: 2.8%.
Feats: [Good Runner (Racial)], [Great Hearing (Racial)], [Weather Reader (Class)], [Darkvision (Racial)], [Goblin Trapfinding (Racial)] [Plant Analyzer (Class)], [Animal Analyzer (Class)], [Tremorsense, Lesser (Racial)], [Enhanced Reflexes, Lesser (Mutation)], [Poison Resistance, Lesser (Racial)], [Alraune’s Pheromones, Lesser (Racial)], [Ambidextrous (Trait)], [Unicorn Immunity (Racial)], [Unicorn Magic, Locked (Racial)]
Conditions: None”