The sun set as two silver moons, in the shape of waxing crescents, ascended to replace the celestial ball of burning gas. Cael stretched and let out a yawn as he got up from his rest.

He made his way over to the wooden shutters, walking slowly so as not to stumble in the dark room. He pushed open the shutters, letting the silver light of the moons accompanied the orange light of the street lanterns flood into the dark room.

He looked at the street bellow and noticed that there were more people outside than during the day. Things also seemed to be a litte bit busier at night.

Focusing on a dark alleyway not too far away, Cael disappeared with a soft pop and reapered between the two buildings forming the alley.

Stepping out into the illuminated street, he noticed an increase in the amount of dark elves wandering around. Not only that, there were also tanned, muscular human-like people with lots of hair aswell as a few very pale, lithe people with red eyes similar to his own. The only difference was his eyes were a shade lighter.

Cael walked towards the building opposite his inn. He was feeling quite hungry and wanted to know just what kind of food was served in a tavern located in a city of unhuman races.

Entering the Desperate Oyster tavern Cael was greeted with a large room filled with round tables and chairs of various sizes providing dinning for bigger and smaller races alike. At the end of the room was a long black wooden bar table with bar stools lined up along it.

There were quite a few orcs here and there having drinking contests with short bearded men. Cael went to sit by an empty table near the far wall on the right from the entrance.

He waited for a bit before a short girl that would look very much like a human, were it not for the pair of floppy dog ears on top of her head and a tail hanging out of her uniform.

"Here's the meal list for tonight sir." She handed him a sheet of parchment with meal names and prices on it.

"If you're renting a top floor room at the Sleeping Witch Inn across from us, the first meal's already been paid for. Just show us your room key. Adventurers Guild members also get a discount depending on their rank."

Cael produced the key to his room and continued to browse the menu options.

"Excellent! If you would like anything to drink we have some Sapien Blood Wine available or perhaps you'd like some ale or mead?"

"Meads fine. I'd also like a plate of this 'Sweet and Sour Bristle Back Ribs' with a shot of 'Godrik's Dwarven Ale'."

The girl nodded and walked off in the direction of the bar table. Cael leaned back in his chair and pondered over what he wanted to do. In truth, he was a very quiet and kind hearted guy, who wanted to help as many people as he could. Perhaps he'd meet some comrades he could trust, go on many adventures with them while sharing hardships and victories in the face of numerous life and death struggles.

He would receive fame, glory and recognition. Going on to become a hero to save his kingdom from some obvious foe.

After all the adventuring, he would finally settle down and live a normal mortal life with his true love and kids. Watching the sunset and the curtains close on a happily ever after.

Yeah... that's what he'd tell you if you asked him what his dream was. In actual fact my son could care far less about any of that. All he wanted to do now, was to enjoy himself. Back on Earth, he always felt restrained and cooped up, often unsatisfied with most things around him. He got off to the suffering he caused others.

It was something that allowed him to feel blissful and free, it made him feel...something powerful for the first time. That euphoric rush when he ravaged an eye inside a socket with rusted staples, or pierced an eardrum with a sharpened pencil followed by the scream emanating from strained and calloused vocal cords.

He loved it.

It was the only thing he truly loved and obsessed over. In this world, he could do what he wanted, within reason of course.

If he wanted to do more he would have to become strong, strong enough to make sure no one could oppose him. Maybe he'd found a hitman organization. Assassinating and/or torturing those that they received contracts for. Alternatively he could become a serial killer. Popping in and out of existence creating massacres left and right.

Either way he needed to start small, he needed more battle experience. He needed some influence since that was usually a good thing, but not always. Signing up with the Adventureres Guild he'd been hearing about would be a good start. He could also build up his fame to some, and infamy to everyone else along the way.

The waitress arrived carrying a plate of ribs, a tankard of mead and shot of 'Godriks Dwarven Ale'.

"H-here you are, s-sir," The girl said as she set down the items with arms that betrayed her nervousness.

He would look for the guild after his meal. Perhaps there were more benefits he could uncover.

"Thank you."

The girl perphormed a quick, sloppy curtsey and briskly walked off to the bar table.

Cael dismissed the odd behavior and looked at the appetizing meal before him. The tender looking ribs were quite large and covered in a sticky coating that had a mouth watering, delectable aroma.

He picked up one of the ribs and bit into the juicy soft meat covered in sweet and sour sauce that made it all the more tantalizing and addictive.

He finished two more ribs before washing it down with a sip of golden honey liquor, flavoured with notes of exotic fruit and spices he'd never tasted before. This truly was a delicious meal.

How he loved good food.

Almost as much as he loved his external hard drive filled with stuff it was not supposed to be filled with. Gang bang scat porn and tentacle ahegao hentai would look like an episode from Barney or the Teletubies in comparison to what he had on that baby.

Finishing the rest of the ribs and downing the mead. He gave himself a few minutes to rest as he saw several orcs passed out on one another. He reached for the shot of 'Godriks Dwarven Ale', brought it to his mouth quickly downing bronze coloured booze.

His throat burned as the liquid descended down his throat. He immediately felt a fire spread through his veins as a pleasurable warmth encompassed his body. He had a nice buzz going now. Which he enjoyed seated for a bit before taking to the streets in search of the Adventureres Guild.

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"I don' kno' wha' a noblesse was doing in ma tavern but I'm proud of tha way ya handled him lass," An unusually short man with long curly ginger hair who sported an equally long ginger but alternatively braided beard said.

"Thank you uncle Rogdar, I was little bit scared after you told me what he was but he didn't seem to take any particular interest in anything but his food," replied the dog eared waitress.

After she had passed on the white haired man's order she had been called in and pulled aside by the owner who had proceeded to tell her to be very careful with how she handled that particular customer. It was rare to see such a peculiar looking Vampire in a tavern, what with his fine looking but inconspicuous attire and the fact he did not order any blood or bloodwine.

Rogdar suspected the man of being a noblesse, a group of higher class vampires that could walk in daylight without suffering severe ailments. They often belonged to the nobility and generally never left the capital or their massive mansions. The man who had dined here earlier was either a runaway or a bastard.

"Just watch out ya hear? Them vamps are a dangerous lot an' tha noblesse are tha worst of em!"

"Yes uncle, I'll be careful," she said while bending over to clean up the mess they made on the floor.

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Before Cael stood a large stone building with a sign above the entrance that read [Adventurers Guild], next to that was an emblem depicting 4 weapons divided into 4 sections. The weapons were namely a short sword, a staff, a dagger and finally a mace.

Cael pushed open the saloon styled doors and entered the building. Inside it was very similar to the tavern in design, multiple round tables positioned on a wooden paneled floor. Save for a large board with pages pinned onto it and an even large reception desk being manned by three receptionists.

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He made his way across the floor drawing a few stares as he did so and stood in line behind a queue of people, all waiting to see the receptionist.

The line progressed until he stood before the receptionist in question.

A young woman wearing some sort of receptionists garment. She had her hair braided back and sported a pair of curled goat horns just above her ear.

"Hello and welcome to the Shadebourne Adventurers Guild. What may I help you with today?" she asked.

"I'd like to apply for being an adventurer if that's alright," replied Cael in response to her question.

"Sure thing. I'll first need you to fill out a form and pay the initiation fee, we will then have you take a placement exam to determine your intitial rank from either Copper, Bronze or Iron. Ranking will be explained in further detail during the exam," she said as she handed him a two page written document.

Cael moved to the side and began filling in the document with the required information. Once he was done he went back to the receptionist during an opening.

"Name: Caelus Vladimir Strider, Gender: Male, DOB: You can't remember?, Race:Human..." the young receptionist read out loud suddenly pausing on one word.

"Is there something wrong?" Cael asked.

The receptionist audibly gulped before clearing her throat and saying.

"Umm, sorry sir but it's against guild policy to lie on our documents."

"But I did not lie, I truly can't remember when I was born you see-"

"Oh, It's not that sir," interrupted the receptionist. "It's just that... you are quite obviously a vampire and yet you wrote human here..."

Cael's face remained impasive as he looked at the document and then at the receptionist. Below the counter his left hand twitched slightly but apart from that he remained the picture of cold harmony.

He honestly should have thought about that more when he arrived in this world. It was not the same old world he knew where people labeled him as Dracula or vampire for fun.

In this world vampires were real and he was apparently seen as one of their crowd. He had one of two options to choose from. Either fight against it, make a scene and draw the wrong kind of unwanted attention or, simply roll with it and try to find ways to take advantage of this in the future.

"Ah, my bad I was recently in Grialith and like you know they don't like my kind very much so I had to try and pass of as human using spells and potions. Guess I haven't gotten it out of my system yet." lied Cael smoothly.

"No worries sir, I'll just have you correct it and after your exam we'll have an adventurers plate designed for you."

"Now that that's done please head out back for your placement examination."

Cael walked towards a hallway on the left of the reception desk and followed until he can to a large area outside that looked like some sort of training grounds. It was a large sandy clearing surrounded by a high wooden fence.

There were a pair of people sparring in a corner and archers shooting at targets. Some benches were arranged against one of the walls where some adventures were speaking to each other and trading tips on battle with beasts.

On one side of the benches was a small group of what looked to be other examinees, judging from their lack of plates. They were being lectured by two adventurers near the centre of the training ground. A man and a woman.

He made his way over to the small group and stood next to the benches with his hood up. As usual he still drew stares, his clothing was probably too fine or clean to be seen as inconspicuous. He really had to look into buying some sort of cloak somewhere.

"-that is why you always need to be prepared for all circumstances," said the dark elven woman near the centre of the training ground.

She was kitted out in light leather armor for ease of movement and sported two daggers on her hip and two different types of bows on her back, strapped just bellow a quiver full of arrows. One was recurve bow and the other a long bow.

"Now I know you've probably all heard this before but it's my duty to make sure you're all properly informed. The ranking is as follows: at the bottom of the pyramid we have Copper followed by Bronze and then Iron. We then have Steel, Silver, Gold, Platinum, Mithril, Adamantite and finally the utmost rank reserved for those who may even oppose and triumph over heroes, Daedrite."

It seemed to Cael that he had a long way to go on his path to power. Hopefully it wouldn't be too long before he reached the top. As long as he developed his litterall god given abilities he shouldn't have too much trouble.

"In total that's ten slots on the pyramid. Make no mistake when I say this but the difference between two corresponding ranks is great indeed, both in terms of skill and talent," she gestured to the yellow eyed man with short brown hair and a stubble beard standing next to her.

"This is our resident instructor Rufus, a silver ranked adventurer just like myself. He will handle all those who favour close to mid ranged combat, those who prefer long range combat please follow me.

Cael waited until some of the other adventurers got up and followed them over to where Rufus was waiting.

"Okay is that everyone? Good." he spoke in a slightly gruff voice you'd get from smoking too many cigarettes.

"Here's how we're going to do this. Each one of you are going to take turns fighting me one on one with a weapon of your choice, it can be with your own weapons or it can be with the blunted training weapons supplied by the guild. Despite being silver ranked I am also first and foremost a Lycanthrope, as I'm sure you noticed. Under the moonlight we have increased speed and strength with good regenerative capabilities so please don't hold back," he cleared his throat before continuing.

"The goal of the fight is for you to display your skills, depending on how good you are I will decide weather you are fitting of a bronze plate. If you are able to break through my defense and land a hit on me, you will be granted an Iron plate aswell have the opportunity to take the magic exam for free. Any questions?" Rufus finished as he looked over the group.

That last part perked Cael's interest. As he understood it some people in this world were born with the ability to wield mana pertaining to a certain element. Of course it was probably a bit more complex than this but he'd find out more about it after he passed this exam.

"Nobody? Alright then who's up first?" Rufus asked after confirming there were no questions.

"I'll go!" said an orc as he unslung the war axe on his waste.

"I guess we'll be using regular weapons then. Alright, attack me when ready!" Rufus shouted.

"Raaarrggh!" bellowed the orc as cloud of dust appeared behind his muscular hind as he charged like a ragging blind bristle back boar, mace in hand. He was the boar, he smelt the boar, he licked the boar, he touched the boar...

He kept repeating his internal boar mantra over and over in hopes of it granting him divine piggy power. It was time to show this wolf for all the world who really stood at the top. They all thought vampires were their rivals, they were wrong.

The orcs would have their spotlight and he Greg would make sure to be the one to give it to them.

Thus he finally appeared before Rufus, who had left his sword sheathed and brought down the full pigtastic power of his treasured Orcish mace and...

What happened next utterly astounded poor Greg. The Instructor had caught his mace in one hand. All his pigliness was completely evaporated before this Silver plate adventurer.

Nonetheless Greg would not give in so easily. He released the mace and decided to switch to his fists but a woody sound near his face made him stop.

Before him was his mace mere inches from colliding with his face.

"Never give your weapon to the enemy. Not only did you practically give me your weapon, you also recklessly charged at me despite knowing my ranking. You should have assessed the situation and made use of the fact that I would be on the defensive," Rufus said as he ended the match.

"You failed"

A failure meant you would receive nothing more than a copper plate. Rufus looked over the group before settling on a man wearing a black hood. His clothes seemed to be quite high class and he had no visible weapons on him.

"You there with the hood, yeah you, you're up next."