[1/3]

“Ah... Um...” you stutter as you walk over to your dead body. Looking over your corpse is... rather unnerving to say the least.

You reach down and poke your dead body. It mostly feels pretty cold by now. The strong smell of blood seems to rip through the room as you notice the pool of semi-frozen blood at your feet.

“...Well I doubt he’ll need thes-” you stop yourself as you listen to your new voice. Apparently it’s the pitch is higher than it was before. Looking down at your living body, it’s hard to tell *anything* beneath all of your protective clothing. You do push your hand against your chest, only to feel another lump of flesh rubbing against your chest.

“...Oh god they weren’t kidding...” you murmur to yourself as you look down at your gloved hands.

You point all of your fingers towards one of the walls of the room. “Okarian huh? Magic huh? Yea right, I doubt they did a th-”

Suddenly four small, white beams of light fire out from the tips of your fingers, reaching the edge of the wall instantly. Small pieces of rock fly off from the impact point while a small, orange glowing dot can be seen as the impact sight. In addition, even though the room is pitch black, you seem to see every detail in the room with perfect clarity.

>>22034291

[2/3]

“Ha... haha... hahahaha!” you laugh as your mind finishes processing what you’ve just done. This is great! You have the ability to shoot lasers out of your damn fingertips! You cannot possibly fi- ...On second thought there is a minor downside as you look down at your glove’s fingertips, blown open by the laser fire.

“...Shit.” you mutter as you look at the smoking edges of your gloves. Your attention goes back to your body, this whole experience of looking at your dead body being somewhat surreal. Well if you can control light, what about darkness?”

You try to edge at the ample darkness to do something to your former body. It takes about 10 seconds, but you manage to see something out of the corner of your eye stir. You begin to tense up from fear, and your heart begins to beat faster as a tentacle of pure darkness slithers out over to the whiskey bottle, lifting it up and holding it in front of you, patiently waiting for you to take it.

“Uh... Thanks...?” you take the half drunken whiskey bottle, unsure of what to say to the tentacle creature otherwise.

>>22034300

Main character name: Brooklyn Browning

Clan: Okarian

Skills:
Axe: Basic
NEETery: Basic
Languages: English, Latin
Add more skills based on job.

Magic
Darkness Control (Average)
You are able to make small amounts of matter out of pure darkness (such as the size of a baseball bat). Said objects need to be simple (EX: No machine guns, though bows and arrows are alright). Able to increase local gravity by double for the area around you. Can snuff out light equal to a lot of candles (Floodlights are too strong)
Can see perfectly in darkness

>>22034326

Light Control (Average)
Able to focus light into a deadly laser and shoot it from fingertips. Can create man sized illusions that can pass for normal people unless they are investigated closely and cannot produce sound. Able to amplify the luminosity of light sources.
You are able to see perfect through hazy obstructions such as fog (AKA: Any gas)
Suggestion (Average)
You influence the actions of the target creature by suggesting a course of activity (limited to a sentence or two). The suggestion must be worded in such a manner as to make the activity sound reasonable. Asking the creature to do some obviously harmful act automatically negates the effect of the spell. The suggested course of activity can continue for the entire duration. If the suggested activity can be completed in a shorter time, the spell ends when the subject finishes what it was asked to do. You can instead specify conditions that will trigger a special activity during the duration. If the condition is not met before the spell duration expires, the activity is not performed. At this level, success is measured in how many hours the suggestion lasts.

>>22034336

Link for part one is here. http://www.mediafire.com/?dbn6tqa92dd5wj4

This is mainly because the archive had... issues.

For those curious about the voting:

Fire Control: 3
Water Control: 3
Earth Control: 1
Wind Control: 13
Darkness Control: 14
Light Control: 20
Healing: 13
Suggestion: 21
Invisibility: 3

As you can see, wind control nearly beat out, but Darkness control held on tight. You may also notice I'm late. I blame myself for not realizing there was no food in my house so I needed to go out. Moving on.

>>22034382
light and darkness, i guess its good enough.

Oh, yea. You can all say what you want to do next in case that wasn't clear.

>>22034467
get our old equipment, if we didnt already, read the text on the shrine. Now that we can understand latin.

>>22034502

“You look around the cave in order to see if you can find your backpack that you came in with. Thankfully it’s still in one piece. You try your luck at summoning another darkness tentacle to bring it over to you. It’s a bit tricky, as it’s like trying to move an arm that’s away from your body and not attached to it, but after a few tries you manage you make the tentacle thread itself through the straps and have it slither on over to you.

You dig out one of the snacks inside of your backpack as you begin to read the text on the wall, which you can apparently understand now. It’s mainly some background lore on how the Demon Queen’s you just met became Demon Queen’s. Apparently they were normal Demons at one point until one day they went off to a colosseum area tournament in order to show up their eternal rivals, the Pride demons. Things went bad, as the entire arena was just one large sacrificial circle to give power to a new Demon Emperor.

The demons went to hide, but eventually came back to fight new Demon Emperor before he got too powerful. Everyone except for the Succubi Demons were knocked out, and it was only by a desperation move they managed to defeat the Demon Emperor. When he exploded, he bombarded the demons, basically making them into Demon Queens.

>>22034668

“...Interesting.” you mutter to yourself as you nibble on your piece of bread. Your eyes glance down over to the axe on your dead body’s arm. You conjure up a darkness tentacle to help hold it place while you carefully undo the bandages on the arm to get your axe back. A quick search reveals there was nothing else on your dead body. Except the fresh gloves you take off and put in place of the damaged ones.

Your stomach rumbles even though you just ate. That bread was supposed to be filling, but for some reason if feels like you haven’t eaten at all.

(On a side note, you can probably begin voting for what job Brooklyn does, and therefore what life skills he'd probably have. So far, IIRC, there were two votes for scholar and one for thief.)

>>22034692
Voting for Scholar

>>22034692
there are two for scavenger....

>>22034830

Really? Shit. OK then. Two Scavenger, Three Scholar, one Thief.

Also whatever you guys want to do next. I assume you'd want to head back to your home, but hey your call.

>>22034871
we are hungry, we know we need aether.
The nearest source of it is our home town, so yea.

>>22034891

It then hits you in the head. You’re a demon now, so you probably need to eat different things in order to sustain yourself. You do one more small check around the shrine area to see if you can find anything of value, but unable anything worth something.

“Welp, it’s been an entertaining 24 years body, but it’s about time we depart. ...I’ll come back for you sometime later.” you wave off as you head up the ramp back to the start. Thankfully the thick layer of dust on the floor makes it easy to navigate back to the entrance safely. The pitch black hallways are no longer a big deal since the inky void itself is under your control, allowing you to effortlessly see through the area as if it were a clear and sunny day. On the way out, you do some practice with your darkness tentacles and grab some foot from the breakroom, mostly old world sweets and dry pasta.

As you head upwards, you do notice that it’s night out now. You carefully open the door, only to see the sun has just finished setting over the horizon.

“...Shit...” you mutter as you look at the sun. You honestly hoped you’d be back home at this point, for you heard rumors that at night Snow Pirates roam through the city trying to find anyone stupid enough to roam the streets. They’re always fairly lightly armed, but are always a nuisance to caravans and scavengers. You could still press out and risk it. Camping overnight is an option, but you feel some slight pangs in your stomach from hunger.

Oops, forgot the Skills section of the stat list. Silly me.

Abilities:
Aetheric Affinity
You know how to channel mana to cast magic!
Okarian Aetheric Affinity
Magic costs less Aetheric power to use and is slightly more powerful! Learn magic at a faster rate compared to other demons!
Drain
By either kissing someone you may slowly draw out a victims Aetheric energy (AKA: Life force) and add it to your own. If you do it by a form succubi are known for, then you can instantly drain a person of all of their Aetheric power. If a victim loses all of his Aetheric power, they will die.
Demonic Resiliance
You can heal from nearly any wound and heal much faster than a human! Note that if you're near death, it'll still take some time to come back to life, but you'll recover much faster than any human. (Basically for every month a human needs recovery for, you'll need only a week roughly)
Shapechanging
You can change into any female appearing humanoid up to eight feet tall and as small as four feet. Your physical stats won’t change, but your appearance will. You can look remotely like someone, but those intimately familiar with a person you’re trying to copy will probably recognize you.
Wings
Status unknown
Tail
Status unknown
Horns
Status unknown

>>22035009

Lets keep going.

I vote for thief.

Also: Are our clothes part of the transformation?

>>22035009
>...I’ll come back for you sometime later.
oh yea. we should burry our body, when we dont have pressing hunger.

>>22035031
Scholar
Let's keep going

Hunter again

We could combine thief, scavenger and scholar by having the character be a historian?

After all, the Pride Demons are trying to suppress everything that came before.

I say head to town, it's time to eat and pirates sound tasty.

>>22035108

You can try to combine all those yes. Your stats will be a bit more spread out but you'll cover more bases at least.

>>22035079
Agreed. Funeral rites first.

Also, find a mirror to find out what we look like.

Then we press on into the night.

Voting for scholar, specialized in science and mathematics.

Also, we should conserve our magic, we may need it later.

>>22035108

I'd be ok with that.

Stealing information about the before time. It's why we were hear, to find out anything about it.

>>22035130
>Also, find a mirror to find out what we look like.

Don't forget to carefully inspect the twins

>>22035108
I'm ok with that as well

>>22034326
We can double local gravity. Can we also reduce it?

>>22035108

Sounds cool to me

Anyway, we should shapeshift into a human looking form (I reccomend the witch suggestions from the previous thread) and start walking back. With luck we might get some pirates to drain.

>>22035031
>Drain
is the physical contact the only way?
Wouldn't also being amid the strong emotions feed us as well? How "strong" is strong.
Like if we are in a theater where everyone is laughing? Or in a bar where there is bar fight?

>>22035202

Good catch. Yes you can gather that kind of energy remotely. How close depends on how strong the emotion is and the number of people experiencing that emotion.

New update incoming.

[1/2]

With your new sight, you figure that you’d be able to see nearly anything coming for miles in this weather. I mean even though it’s still a blizzard, you can effortlessly see over to the horizon. Something to do with your magic prehaps?

...Then you get an interesting idea. You head back into the lobby ruins area and head into the bathroom area. You do manage to find a scrap of a mirror piece on the wall. Once you do, you take off your hard hat, scarf, goggles, and hoodie in order to get a better look at yourself.

The transformation is rather astounding indeed, in fact it’s almost surreal to believe that it’s still yourself. At a glance you can definitely tell that you’re still you... somewhat. You still have your dark brown hair and blue eyes, but your face is quite a bit more slender, unmistakable for a female.

“...I still can’t hardly believe all of this.” you murmur as you look at yourself in the mirror. You look down at your chest, and are pretty sure that breasts are down there, but the detail shape and details of the rest of your body are obstructed by baggy clothing. You have a bigger mirror at your house, and it appears your newfound demonic resilience doesn’t cover immunity to cold, as even the bitter cold nips at your skin. It’s probably best to wait until you get back home.

“Hm... Can I...” you look down at yourself and try to picture changing into a new outfit. Probably something less shaggy looking. You try for nearly a minute, but to no avail.

>>22035302

[2/2]

“...Well d-” you cut yourself off as you look in the mirror, noticing that your irises are now a green colour. Looking back in the mirror and concentrating again, you turn them back into their blue colour.

“So either I can’t make clothing or I’m still too weak to make clothing.” you mutter to yourself as you put your head gear back on. It feels cool to the touch, but quickly warms back up again.

Thankful for your minor blessings of darksight, you head out into the winter wasteland, the freezing winds hurling themselves against your clothing while you feel your hot breath against your scarf.
As you continue on, you can hear some soft crunches after travelling about 20 blocks in the city. You kneel down and slowly begin to approach the sound, taking refuge behind a car wreck. Sure enough, you can see three people walking down the street. All of them dressed up in spikey armour. Two of them have spears while one of them appears to have a sword. They appear to be patrolling the streets rather than peering into the nearby shop ruins, patrolling the streets. These are most definately snow pirates alright, and thanks to your visual magics you’re able to see them long before they’re able to see you.

Votes so far, assuming I didn't fuck up counting:

2x Hunter
5x Scholar
2x Thief
2x Scavenger
2x Historian

>>22035309
From prior experience, what do we know of these snow pirates? Would they attack us on sight? How likely are we to be able to evade them? And how far are we from home?

Let's see if we can look around a bit and find out how many are nearby. If it's just the three of them then we might have some feeding to do.

Also, would capturing people alive and taking them back to the altar to send to our Queens be a useful thing (once we've fed of course).

>>22035319
One vote Thief even though it looks like scholar will win out, also lets try to track those snow pirates and get them someplace secluded, appear at first as a vulnerable lady and then once close enough go demon and start draining their life forces. Or option two is to see just how well suggestion works and stay demon the entire time coaxing them over to us. Either works for me

>>22035342
this.
And how confident are we in our abilities to take them on?

also a side note to think about, causing someone pain may feed us. If we are going to attack them, we should capture one alive.

>>22035371
If we can control darkness sans line of sight, we can just perforate them with the darkness within their own armor. If we can't, we form their shadows into the thinnest possible appendages we can and slip them through the gaps in their armor to achieve the same end. All remotely, of course. After severing their limbs, we approach them and drain them.

This is assuming we're far gone enough to be willing to drain unwilling victims. Because if we're soft enough to leave them alive, others WILL find out about us through them, and then we'd wish we'd kept ourselves a secret.

>>22035342
As you look down at the snow pirates, you can definitely tell that these guys are part of the group that’d attack people on sight. You’re not rich enough to be able to afford a letter of Marque, so they’d most likely attack you on sight. Hell there’s the question of whenever or not they’d accept it.

Looking around, you can’t see any other snow pirates in the general area. With the howling winds of the blizzard, you doubt any noises these guy would make would reach anyone down the street let alone the block.

Seeing as how you have near flawless vision and these poor bastards probably can’t see anything more than 10 feet in front of them, avoiding them would definitely be a breeze. Your home however is just down the street past the snow pirates. You could try to go around the block to avoid them if you wish however. Once you’re out of the city it’s only about two hours from home.

>>22035438

I don't think we are far gone enough to drain decent people. Just pirates and stuff. Monsters.

>>22035438

I agree with no survivors (unless my previous question about feeding our Queens is a yes). However taking one alive to pump for information and then drain completely is a good thing.

>>22035454

I vote for getting close and attacking from a hidden position. If we're incapable of neutralizing them (Shot to the eyes with light beams) then we should be able to get away.

>>22035456
yea. If these pirates are seen as animals. I don't see a problem in draining them.

>>22035464
If we're interrogating them, we might as well interrogate all of them after severing and cauterizing their limbs. But what would we ask?

That said, it's probably more in-character just to avoid them.

>>22035351

They wouldn't mind the meal yes.

>>22035502

We're hungry
We want to try out our power and it seems like this is a separated group (I asked if there were more around and got no answer so I'm assuming no)
We can give our queens a meal with ease

It may be more in character to avoid, but we have compelling reasons to attack as well.

Food time. Sneak attack (Use light and darkness to blind them. First light, then darkness so they have nothing resembling night vision for quite a while)

Feed of the confusion and fear and take them out.

So, uh, CAN we manipulate darkness without line of sight? Also, how strong are our shadows? Can they punch through the pirates' armor?

>>22035438

If we have the power and control that anon is suggesting I would recommend using our tendrils to break their backs, paralyzing them but leaving them alive.

But that would make this too easy so I doubt we that much control/power

>>22035557
sounds good

>>22035557

[1/2]

You’re not willing to risk the chance of trying to sneak by and risk getting caught. You’re also eager to use some of your newfound powers on these guys as well.

You hide your hand as you gather a small ball of light in it. It slowly gathers in power as the crunching of the snow pirates approach step by step. Until finally you jump out behind the car and blast them with a bright flash of light.

“GA SHIT!” the pirates yell as their hands cover their eyes, overloaded by the bright flash of light.

Quickly, you adjust the local darkness in the area to nearly pitch black, easy to do as it’s already fairly dark out. You then wait as the pirates get their vision back, only to be rewarded to see the pirates looking to be confused, which quickly begins to turn into a mix of anger.

“Oh... Oh you think you’re clever because you blinded us you bastard!? Come on out! Come on out and face me like a man!” the one with the sword barks, the other two putting their spears out.

As they seeth in hatred, you can taste... something in the air. It’s as if their angry itself is a spicy flavor of sorts.

>>22035708

[2/2]

Taking advantage of the local darkness, you conjure a darkness tentacle out from the abyss. You’re not sure how powerful these newfound powers are, so you order the tentacle to basically ‘disable’ one of the spearmen.

The tentacle replies to your will by eagerly leaping onto the spearman, curling around his spear and snapping it in a flash. Just when the confusion of the spearman sets in, it quickly travels up his leg and curls around it, squeezing it as tight as it possibly can. You can hear the bones in his leg crack as he falls to the ground, screaming in pain.

“Barry!? Barry what the fuck is wrong!?” the other spearman asks, waving his spear towards Barry’s screaming. You can taste a new flavour in your mouth now. It’s... somewhat spicy but with a very strong aftertaste. It’s as if you’re feeding off the very pain and fear of these men.

>>22035736

Excellent, able to disable them. Let's disable all three so we can feed properly.

>>22035736
Interesting. If our spear has the strength to crush their legs, does it have the strength to pierce their armor?

Send one to stab the swordsman through the back, hopefully breaking his spine, while another stabs straight up the other spearman's leg, right through the bone to see how much it can shatter in one go.

>>22035762
A bit morbid. But, why not?

>>22035803
Dammit. I was expecting you guys to balance out the immorality of all my suggestions. Now our guy's going to go full Chaotic Evil. What am I suppose to do now?

>>22035878

They're pirates, they don't count.

>>22035758
>>22035762

[1/2]
You’re curious about the limits of your new found powers. You want to test them even further on these pirates just to see how far you can push them. You begin to try and make two tentacles at once. It’s a little tricky and it takes some concentration, but you manage to make two them come out at once.

You see that the tips on the tentacles are rather blunt at the moment. You want something... sharper to help with this. The tentacle you plan to aim at the swordsman grows to become a sharp spiked tip, while the one aiming to the spearman grows and warps to become a fanged maw of razor sharp teeth.

You then order both of them to lunge at their attackers. The spiked tentacle lunges at the spearman, the spike cleanly blowing straight through the flesh and blood of his leg. He howls in pain as the shadowy tendril attempts to worm it’s way through the metal shin in front, but it appears you can’t hammer through that.

>>22035878
Chaotic evil? no, neutral evil at worst, possibly lawful evil.

We're weak and need to feed, and these guys are just the sort that no-one will miss and available.

As for the evil bit, well we are freaking demons.

>>22035878

I wouldn't say that yet. They are pirates after all.

>>22035900

[2/2]

Meanwhile the fanged maw goes for the back of the swordsman, the darkness tentacle plunging into the flesh near the tailbone of the sword user. He gasps at first, before suddenly screaming as the teeth rapidly chew through the unarmoured weak point of the armour. The swordsman then collapses to the ground.

“OH GOD! MY LEGS! MY BACK!” the swordsman literally cries out, the snow near his trowsers become a bright yellow.

The emotion from before was almost a small trickle in comparison to this, for now it feels as if someone is just shoving food down your throat and you barely have time to taste it! The fiery taste of anger seems to drop off somewhat in lue of a more... mellow flavor of sorts. You guess this to be fear seeing as how three grown men are screaming in pain at your feet. ...Maybe it could be pain but would that be an emotion, your mind seems to wander for a second before you snap back to reality.

>>22035909
kiss them and drain the last of their emotions, no need to prolong their suffering but also no need to let good food go to waste.

Did we hit the same spearman twice? If not we have one more to down, if yes it's time to approach and pick who's feeding us and who's feeding our Queens

>>22035937

No you hit each spearman once.

>>22035933
do this and take the sword. take the end of the broken spear with the metal stabby bit with you. I has an idea.

>>22035903
"Evil" I wouldn't label demons as evil.
Even the queens scoffed at us when we said that.

>>22035937
Too soon to bother with that, a single person would be a drop in the bucket to what they need.

Better to feed ourselves and gain power until we can get some real reserves to bring back.

>>22035975

That brings up a question as to how much feeding we need. Do we have an unlimited (or at least very vast) storage space for power? If yes then chowing down on all three might be the best idea, if not then we would be wasting food by eating all three and even a paltry snack would help our Queens.

>>22035909
might as well fill ourselves full.

>>22035975

Also, I doubt we'll ever have an easier time bringing food to them.

>>22035975
Depends how draining them would benefit us. If our aetheric stores are still close to their maximum, there isn't much point in draining them ourselves.

>>22036022

We started hungry. I don't think we are CLOSE to full.

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>>22035933
should bind them in shadows and gag them. keep in mind screams carry and they are still armed. dump the body somewhere were they won't be found.

make it a quick kill at this point. will chock this one encounter up to starvation and probably some mild form of misguided retribution.

>>22036022
that's a point, but from how I was reading things, reaching the thresh-hold meant an upgrade in power or somesuch.

>>22036053
baah, they're bandits and raiders, nothing misguided about it, just a target of opportunity.

>>22036053
No. After we're done with them, we either feed them to the shadow maws, or vaporize them with our lasers. No evidence. At All.

>>22036053

You're acting like there's a problem.

Uh, so can we get Sandact to confirm? How close are we to full, and does feeding past that point waste the excess or make us level up?

>>22036135

Probably writing the next stage (possibly with one hand).

>>22035933

[1/?]

Your mouth begins to water, not from the scene but from all the of the flavors coming into it. Looking at the men, they may probably bleed out soon enough. So... Why not end their misery?

You take off your scarf, approaching the first spearman. You have your darkness tentacles hold his flailing arms in place.

“Wa, What the fuck!?” he gasps as you grab onto his face, looking at the tears leaking out from the sides of his own goggles in addition to the panic on his face.

At this point what your body does is almost automatic. You open your mouth and smash your lips against the pirate’s mouth. Your close your eyes as you can feel something incredibly sweet enter inside of your mouth, by far probably the sweetest thing you’ve ever tasted in your life. Its slow coming in however, and you seem lost in your own little world as you can feel the taste flow into your mouth, spread down deep into your body, then also feel as if it’s ‘dissolving’ across your entire body.

This goes on for a nearly two minutes. Some time later you can feel the spearman stop flailing and just go limp as his body shuts down and his two comrades shout out for his name. You don’t know what they’re saying, and at this point you hardly care.

>>22036170

[2/2]

After you pull away your lips away from the body, you can see the wrinkled face of the pirate, his soul completely sucked out. You swallow as your breathing begins to get heavy. More. You want more.

You look over to the swordsman, getting up and walking over to him as the two tentacles hold his arms. He thrashes against the tentacles, trying to get his arms out of them.

“Ssshhh... don’t worry... Your friend was rather delicious...” you say to the man as you softly stroke his cheek. “Take solice in the fact that you’ll soon be joining him...”

Your lips cover his just as he begins to scream into your mouth, the same process beginning all over again as you begin to devour his soul bit by bit. Sometime during it, you see the one with the broken leg is trying to get away.

How dare he interrupt your meal! Stopping the kiss for a split second, you reach your hand out and command another darkness tentacle to come out, wrapping his leg up while you go back to your delicious, delicious meal.

About a minute later, you pull away, feeling the energy settle then dissolve into your body. The excitment begins to die down before you realize what happened. You drop the body in shock then do a small step back, looking at the two drained corpses and one whimpering wreck of a man curled up into a fetal position while sobbing.

It was as if... you completely lost control of yourself back there. You were so starving that your body seemed to take it’s own initiative. You’re pretty sure you’re back in control now, and the feeling in your stomach definitely makes you feel much fuller than before. ...But you could still have room for one more you think.

Personally I think we should give our Queens a snack, but I expect I'll be outvoted.

>>22036177
finish him off and top off our tanks, who knows what may happen in the near future.

>>22036177
Think carefully of what you did there. How do you feel?

>>22036177
Suck out most of his energy, but give him the dignity of a proper non-soul-sucked death with the sword.

Then dispose of all the bodies in the shadow maws.

>>22036216

Fine. We are a predator now, and they are our prey. This is not to say that we should mindlessly slay everyone we come across, but thinning the herd by excising the bad ones is just good stewardship.

>>22036244
Dangerous thinking there, son.

>>22036244

I don't agree there. These people are bad people...but we shouldn't start with those thoughts yet.

We are stopping them from harming others...and feeding. Win Win.

I think you're placing far too much moral weight to this. We need food to accomplish our task, they are both here and enemies, therefore they are food. Once we have power I will absolutely be for mercy and even attempts at redemption, but for the near future survival and advancement of our goals is more important than feeling good.

>>22036277

we should try out our suggestion power by asking him nicely to tell us where their base of operations is. an example of the question could be;
"you seem to be in tremendous pain, if you tell me where the rest of your friends are, i could get them to come and help you"

>>22036352
Seconding this

>>22036352

Yes, that's good.

>>22036204

[1/2]

You make your way over to the car and sit down, trying to make sense of what just happened. You... You definately soul sucked these men, ripping apart their essence and adding it to your aetheric reserves. You certainly feel more powerful than you did before, but... Was it the right thing to do in hindsight?

You look down at the man curled up at your feet. Part of you tells you that very recently you were a human being too, so doing this to him is fairly cruel. On the other hand, if you were human *right now*, you’d probably be that man with the broken kneecaps, begging for his life.

Pirates. It figures. They act all tough, but the very second someone stronger comes around? They beg for mercy just as pitifully as everyone else. You decide that you want to try and top off your aetheric reserves just in case, so you kneel down in front of him, using two shadow tentacles to hold his arms in place.

“Puh-puh-please d-don’t hurt me...” the man sobs as you hold his face.

“Ssshhh... Don’t worry... It’ll be painless...” you say as you press your lips against his. At first nothing seems to happen, but it’s only when you pucker your lips and ‘pull’ out that his soul finally seems to begin to flow into your own body. This man doesn’t even put up a fight like the others, just falling over and accepting his fate as you devour his soul. The sweet, sweet taste that flows into your mouth seems to make your entire body quiver before you finally pull away, leaving a dried out husk remaining.

>>22036390

“Now to dispose of the evidence...” you mutter as summon out three darkness tentacles with razor maws. You cannot make them big enough to fit into the maws, and considering all the blood on the floor and the face their bodies are still bleeding it could lead to a trail. Regardless, you order your maws to drag the bodies inside of a nearby street shop back room to rip apart the bodies. The maws go on a feeding frenzy, organs and limbs flying apart from their orgy of violence. You’re careful not to get any blood on yourself during the process. When it’s finished, the entire area around you looks to be more akin to a butcher shop.

You leave the shop, picking up the sword that the swordsman left behind. As you look down the street, you can see footprints of the snow pirates journey, easily identifiable as the blizzard hasn’t had a chance to blow them away yet. Or you can just go home.

(Sorry guys, but I was already finished when I saw the last three votes >>, tried to make a compromise)

>>22036398

no problems. my fault for being slow.
anyway, let us go pay the snow pirates a visit. we could do with some more energy, maybe even some followers...

(captcha says 'Happy-healthy')

I hope we searched them for valuables before we destroyed their bodies. At this point I vote we go home, it's a good time to get the lay of the land rather than going off risking attacking a pirate base.

>>22036398
Just go home, too many things happened today. We need rest.

>>22036398

Lets follow.

Also: How much fuller do we feel?

>>22036390
Pick up the spear, too.

>>22036398
Laser the area to burn off the bloody snow.

Then, follow the trail (stealthily) to get an idea of where their base is, but don't assault it yet. We're not up to that level.

>>22036398
Follow the tracks and make a note of the location of the pirate base

It's getting late for me, so I'm off to sleep.
Guys, try not to turn this into another Succubus Quest, where we bang anything that moves.
OP gave us alternative to sex, to get what we want/need. Continue to use it.

[1/2]
The pirates didn’t have anything very valuable on them aside from a few coppers. You gladly take them, but it’s barely enough to get a drink back at your home. There is also the armour too. You could wear it a piece, but you’re unsure if you have the strength to lug home two pieces of shoddy metal armour.

You head back to the bloody snow, picking up the spear as well and putting it on a strap on your backpack. You feel like you have room for one more soul, but right now you’re pretty full. Concentrating, you take off your gloves and point your fingers down, calling upon the lasers from your fingertips to come down and melt the bloody snow. It takes a few minutes, needing you to put your hands back into your gloves for warmth, but eventually all of the bloody snow around you and leading up to the body part room is melted.

Looking at the footprints, you decide to indulge your curiosity, so you begin to follow the tracks the snow pirates left.

It’s rather a maze, and those guys must’ve knew the entire city layout judging by the steps. However after about 20 minutes of walking, you can see it in the distance. Tall guard towers with two archers in each tower, watching diligently down the snowy streets about 50 meters away. You bend the darkness around you in order to make it darker, banishing the chance that the archers would be able to see you.

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>>22036536

The barrier around the base seems to be made of carefully piled up old world concrete with rebar sticking out to act as spikes. A very large metal supercar can be seen blocking the gate of the base. Moving something like that would definately be out scope for your powers now as you had trouble making your darkness tentacles borrow through old metal, let alone a multi-ton reinforced piece of steel like that.

Your eyes search the area for anything else of notice you can pick out. (AKA: Anything in specific you want pointed out)

>>22036455

well, based on the information we have at the moment, the best thing for us to do is to gather a large following of humans and subject them to things which will produce a high amount of emotions. we could cultivate a nice community, then have a group of bandits attack and perform attrocities, this will cause fear and panic during the attack, but after there will be vast quantities of anger, resentment and grief. of course, this is not an ethical or moral thing to do.
if we wanted to be a ethical and moral paragon, we could just create communities that live in Utopian conditions, this would provide a constant output of positive emotions. thinking about it, this would be easier for a Miyian to do...
hindsight's a bitch...

>>22036553

How large is the base? How many people do we think are in it?

>>22036553
Size of compound, estimated manpower within, contents of any rooms we can see through windows, number of and spacing between archers, thickness of wall, and (if it occurs while we are still watching) timing of guard change.

I'm sure this isn't all.

>>22036553

for now, circle the base, see if there are any other entrances or guards. we should hold off from making any direct actions due to the uncertainties, though we should see if there is one of them separated from the others. we could use him for information...

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use light bending to see around corners and to magnify like goggles.

>>22036601
Don't think we should kidnap anyone right from under their nose. They'll notice that even more than the patrol. One patrol getting lost might be chalked up to coincidence. Two attacks in the same day won't.

>>22036626
think of the delicious delicious fear though. if we start pick off sentries and patrols, slowly, one by one/

>>22036626

i'm not suggesting kidnap, just approach one who is on his own, ask him some questions then get him for forget the whole affair...

>>22036637
We should save that when we're in a better position. i.e. stronger, possibly with some suboordinates. Also, we should consider fortifying the shrine as our new base of operations.

>>22036572

[1/2]

Your eyes squint as you try to make out some details of the guards in the area. You can see that they’re semi-competent. Your home is basically known for it’s mercenaries. While you are a scholar and now a soldier, you know that these guys are doing things semi-decently with two archers in every tower, but no light sources out in the field to help them see. Not that their visibility is all that great in the blizzard.

The concrete walls appear to be pretty thick. Most of it is just pieces of concrete thrown together haphazardly with only the rebar spikes strategically placed. You’re unable to tell how many are in the compound, as the walls go above eye level. There about six visible guard towers, and with all the tall buildings surrounding this place there may be more hidden ones. If you knew something about military strategy, you’d probably be able to hazard a guess at how many people are inside.

>>22036662

[2/2]

As you begin to circle around the base, you begin to feel a jolt of pain rip through your body. You quickly begin to scramble back a bit towards the nearest safe area out of the base’s sight. Your head, back, and tailbone feel as if someone is squeezing them tightly. You throw off your hardhat and clutch your hoodied head. Within a few seconds, the pain is over. However, the back of your coat feels a tiny bit cramped, and so do your pants as well. As your hands run over your head, you do feel two small bumps on your head. Taking off your gloves and manually running your hands over your head, you can feel two small horns have begun to grow on top your head. Right now they feel as if they’re about half the size of your thumb and are not very sharp.

“...Jesus this is like my adult teeth all over again...” you mutter.

>>22036665
Time to go hide (probably back at our place, if we live alone) and test out our SHAPESHIFTING POWERS!

>>22036665
Check right above our butt for something that shouldn't be there.

Rolled 7

>>22036693

i agree. we should return to our home now. let our meal settle, and our body mature during sleep.

>>22036714
Perhaps that should be done in private?

>>22036693
>>22036718

Out of curiosity, you reach your hands to pat the back of your pants. Sure enough, you feel something coiled up back there. Your jump as it suddenly jerks, but soon enough you can actually feel it inside of your pants.

“...OK time to get the fuck back home.” you say as you put on your clothes and make a beeline straight back to your place.

(I’ll post the town in a new post. Be warned it make take a little bit)

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>>22036755

[1/2]

You begin the trek back to your home town, walking across the frozen night wasteland in order to get back to your home city, Fort Hope. The walk back is long and rather uneventful. Still, even just seeing the nighttime scenery during a blizzard, but with perfect clarity, is like a treat you’ve never seen before, even if the only things are just mounds upon mounds of snow.

Eventually you manage to reach the gate of your hometown. Thick, massive concrete walls constructed during The Scouring as a base to repel demons. Normally the demons would tear such a thing down, but it must’ve been something about the sheer strength and size of the walls that deter most attackers. Dwarfing the snow drifts below at a height of nearly 15 meters tall. It’s made out of materials that even the most dedicated attacker would have a hard time opening up. The Old World built it to outlast even itself.

However this doesn’t come without some sort of con. This Fort Hope is in the middle of nowhere. The only lucky break it seems you have here is the massive natural water reserves, but otherwise the Fort Hope doesn’t have many materials to ship. However your city managed to thrive by basically being a hub city for lot of prospectors and explorers. Even now there are still some knick knacks to be found from the old world inside. Secondly, the hellish weather seems to breed good soldiers. Fort Hope mercenaries are widely respected and known for being able to survive in nearly any extreme sort of weather. In exchange for mercenaries setting up training grounds and bases in Fort Hope, they agreed to patrol Fort Hope, acting as sort of a police force. Only a fool or extremely well prepared man would dare assault this place.

>>22036861

[2/2]

You being to approach the large metal gate, a massive old world gate. Fort Hope only accepts certain people inside of it. Luckily you’re a resident, so you’d have no problems getting in.

One of the guards approaches you, the same one that saw you out originally. “Halt! Please present you I... What the hell... Are you alright... Brooklyn?” the guard asks looking at your bloody clothing. That’s right, when you got put back into the world, you got a perfect replica of your clothing down to the blood splatter. You have a note saying you’re allowed back in, but whenever or not you can shake the curiosity and concern of a sharp mercenary is another.

Oh. Uh... Pic unrelated. I thought the buildings in that pic were much smaller >>

Let's try to get through this without using Suggestion. Let's claim we killed a critter and eated it.

>>22036882
I vote that.

I'm wondering how our fellows will react if we're completely honest about what happened to us.

>"Hi guys. So I sorta died by falling into this weird shrine place and some demons gave me the option of dying permanently or becoming one of them and I didn't really feel like dying and I know you guys want to kick me out and maybe kill me but can I at least get my stuff back and maybe a change of clothes first?"

...no, that's probably a bad idea.

>>22036882
It's technically even true!

>>22036866
"word of advice, never eat at Dirty Dan's Demonic Diner, the food... changes you."

>>22036882

[1/2]

“The city I went to was full of wild things that wanted to kill me. Imagine that.” you say as you slowly take your axe, showing the blood on it. “Fought them off, but I didn’t know they... splattered like that when you hit them. After that had a small snack off of them.”

The guard chuckles. “Yea that gets everyone the first time around. Greens are surprised by it all the time. So you got your paper or did the blood from the pirate soak it?”

You put away your axe, take off your glove and reach into your coat to present the pass to the guard. They’re issued whenever a resident leaves, and if you don’t have it then someone in the Fort needs to ID you. Considering you have horns and changed your sex, that may be quite difficult to explain.

The guard drops his weapon in order to hold it out in the blustering winds. As if on cue, two archers up on the walls ready up in case something happens. If anything this relaxes you, as you have nothing to hide and these guys are experienced mercenaries.

“...Alright yea this checks out. Welcome back to Fort Hope Mr. Browning.” the guard says as he rips up the paper and grabs his weapons, waving it in the air.

You’d expect the gate itself to be loud as hell opening up, but actually it’s quite silent in doing so. You read that the gate keeps itself locked by electromagnetism powered by one of the only known working Old World generators in the world. Granted it probably dwarfs the monster generators back in the Old World, but it’s enough to keep the metal Goliath of a gate shut.

>>22037023

[2/2]

You give a small wave to the guard as you enter back in your home city, the clicking sound of the gate slowly closing behind you. As you look through the city, you can still tell there is life at this hour. Many of the mercs are about to change off the night shift so the bars are getting ready to accept a new rush of customers very soon.

You are somewhat worried about the changes of your new body though, and wondering if you’re going to go through any more painful transmutations. You know of a trustworthy doctor, Dr. Gaterkin. He’s an Orc doctor of all things, but he’s one of the best there is. Tad bit... off, but he’s always been a friend of your family. Hell he was the one who taught you how to use the axe originally.

The markets are not open yet, so selling the stuff you found at the city is out.

Or you can just go home and just crash.

>>22037026

Go home. We need to consider all our contacts before we reveal what's going on to any one.

>>22037026
Go home. Investigate physical changes, find ways to disguise our gender.

Actually, since we can shapeshift, it probably shouldn't be too hard.

>>22037026
Head home, check out the extent of our, err, growing pains, practice a bit with shapeshifting. And then probably, yes, crash.

>>22037053
specified any FEMALE human form. no gender bendingback for us now.

>>22037109
Yeah, but we could just make ourselves flatchested and to the same physical specifications as our male form. I somehow doubt people are going to randomly make us take off our pants.

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Bump?

[1/3]

You decide to head back home in order to crash for the night, but also to investigate some of the new ‘growths’ you felt yourself grow back at your new place.

You heard over to your place. It’s nothing special. A single two room dome hut made out of solid material all around to help better insulate the place.

You unlock the door of your house, light your oil lamp then close the door behind you. Your living space is rather modest. A rug lays on the floor, safe distance away from a fireplace. A picture of your family can be seen hanging over the fireplace (Your Dad paid a lot to have the picture taken of your family with an old world camera, many demons don’t like cameras as they say it, ‘cheapens’ the art). A bed can be seen on the other end, messy as you haven’t made it yet. Next to that is a small room containing a sink and toilet (It was a fucking miracle you found a place with working plumbing. It’s cold water, but *damnit* at least it’s something). Just before the enterance coming around full circle, your bookself and workdesk can be seen. A small pile of books on loan from the local library are on your desk, you doing some research about exactly what *kind* of demon alter was going to be at the place you were going at, but it seemed no matter how much you looked you couldn’t find a thing.

>>22037250

[2/3]

You take off some of your winter clothing, but notice it’s still chilly. Before you get started on any inspections, you decide to light yourself a fire in order to warm your place up a bit. Standing back up and looking in the mirror hanging over the fireplace, to you get a better look at your face. Sure enough two small black horns can be seen coming out of the top of your head. Their tips are fairly rounded off, not like the horns of the Queen’s where were rather sharp and long.

Remembering the quivering mass in your pants, you slowly take off your pants and reach back to see what it was. You grab something in your hand and pull it into your view, only to see it’s a thin black spaded tail. The tail is rather small, about the same width of your pinky. You begin to experiment, and see that it’s long enough for it to curl around your new waist fairly easily. The control is somewhat jerky, as you’re still not used to controlling this new body part of yours.

The last obstruction comes from the back. You reach up and pull off your shirt a bit. Actually staring at your back is pretty difficult, but if you angle it right you can see the bathroom mirror reflecting the living room mirror. On your back are two very small wings. It takes a few tries, but you eventually manage to make them flap a few times, the first time making you jump as you feel them gently hit the skin on your backside. The Demon Queen’s wings were far larger than yours, but you’re also starting off. So maybe these things are a sign of how ‘mature’ one is for a succubus? You’re not sure how Succubi do things actually so this remains a mystery.

“Well you guys are certainly a pain in the ass...” You mutter as you look at the wings, tail, and horns. From what you did hear of Succubi, you know that they blend in perfectly amongst humans, so it shouldn’t be hard to use your shapechanging to hide them right?

>>22037256

[3/3]

You close your eyes and begin to concentrate. Trying to focus your body on suspending the demonic qualities for the moment. It takes about a minute of using various muscle groups, but eventually you can feel the additional parts slither back into your body. The sensation makes your skin crawl, but they seem to go in without any pain or discomfort. It does feel as if they’re still out somewhat, but they’re clearly gone. Some sort of ghost limb syndrome perhaps?

You gaze back in the mirror as you look at yourself. Your eyes go downward, looking at your body. If you were male, you’d probably call this a pretty good looking body. The breasts, just by looking at them cover by your shirt, certainly seem to be larger than average and your hands seem to trace down your hourglass figure leading to your hips.

“Hm... Can I at least try to pass off as a male sometimes?” you ask, trying to use your shapechanging in order to reduce the size of your breasts.

At first something feels itchy inside of them, but afterwards they slowly begin to expand outwards. Your eyes go wide as you swear they increased by nearly two cup sizes.

“No! Go *down*!” you complain as you press your hands against your expanding breasts. Realizing an idea, you try the opposite of what you did to make them expand, exhaling in a long breath to slowly see them continuously deflate. The eventually stop at what you guess to be an A-cup. You can still feel some left, but you could put virtually any non-tight clothing on and people wouldn’t glance twice at you guessing to be a guy.

For some reason though, it feels rather... cramped. Kinda like how you’d be sucking in your stomach continuously. You let your bust expand back to the normal size, and sure enough it makes your body feel somewhat relaxed again.

>>22037261
Have we any bandages to bind our chest with?

>>22037261

no use expending effort to hold human form, let our demonic parts form again and get some sleep, assuming we still need it...

>>22037281
And lock the doors.

trying light control to create a disguise? probably to hard to maintain.

Looks like we're going to have to get used to being uncomfortable. We'll want to practice our shapeshifting as much as we can.

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an idea is we could create an alternate identity perhaps? these guys seem to keep track of who belongs here and who does not.

>>22037394
I think we'd need some serious contacts and resources to do that. Best to just rely on our latent shapeshifting and a new wardrobe. Hopefully the former doesn't drain us too much.

[1/2]

You look at your body, then do some various configurations trying to get used to the new powers of it. You can discover that you can constantly ‘suck it in’ persay. You try out some moves with the axe in new body shapes as well to find out that it has no overall impact on your body, but rather something feels... out of place in some words. You do find out that shapechanging, nearly no matter how drastic, barely takes up any magic power within you. Even after a dozen radical alternations you still hardly feel a dent in your overall reserves.

“...Eh... Probably something I need to get used to...” you mutter as you grow your body out of a teenage one and back into your default adult one. Rather than putting up with ghost limb syndrome, you decide to call your demonic traits back out.

You grit your teeth and twitch as you feel your wing’s claw catching on something as it comes out. Very carefully, you raise the back of your shirt up before you wing pops free, giving you a small sigh of relief. You flap it a few times just to make sure. If Succubi can fly, then you sure as hell are not flying with these wings just yet.

“Damn new body parts...” you yawn. It’s been a rather long day and you feel rather sleepy at the moment. It seems that Succubi demons do need to sleep just like any other demon.

>>22037437

You put up the safety gate of your fireplace before taking off your pants and pulling off the covers of bed, heading inside of your bed and curling up under the oversized and overpadded covers. You lie on your back, only to feel that it’s somewhat uncomfortable for you.

Oh right. The wings and tail. You roll over on your side, and sure enough the pressure from your tail base and shoulder blades are gone. You can feel your tail curl around your leg unconsciously as you begin to drift off to sleep. Looks like you’ve got a ways before getting used to this new body.

(And like that kiddies, I'll be off for the night. I'll try to do some more tomorrow, because after tomorrow I won't be able to post until monday. Also as a warning, I'm updating this like mad because I like this and have free time. When school starts again on Jan 7th expect new times and me not updating every day)

>When school starts again
This explains a lot.

>>22037463

School, uni, whatever, call it the same. I should be fine so long as I don't get fucked by night classes.

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Keeping it bumped

>>22037453
Well, this went well enough.
Come morning we should think about people we know and how helpful they can be to us.
Maybe even try to find other succubi to team up with. (not sure if there is a better way to do this, other than sight)
Also, Sandact seems scholar won, what skills we get from that?

>>22040946

I never mentioned that on purpose as I wanted to keep the game flowing, but I'll post the new skillset tonight.

OK, one small update to give you guys something to vote on before I head out and come back later tonight. Skills will be done by then too.

BAM BAM BAM BAM

You wake up some loud pounding on the door. You mutter as you roll over on your other side, hoping it’d just be some sort of door to door preacher of some sort.

BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM

You groan as you flick off the covers and head over to the spyglass hole of your door. The thing you see on the other side makes your heart skip a beat.

On the other side of the door a man in a pitch black robe can be seen, whistling nonchalantly as he waits for the door to open. In his right hand, a large and extremely sharp scythe can be seen. Only the face of the man can be seen, but he appears to be rather thin looking with brown hair and brown eyes.

...Yea this is a Reaper. They’re mostly known for finding and collecting souls of people who have refused to move on after their body has expired or to ‘correct minor snags in destiny by culling people when their time has come’. From what you guess, you were *supposed* to die yesterday and this Reaper has been sent to correct that...

The man sighs as he knocks on the door again. “Hello... Brooklyn Browning? Are you there?”

Yea that basically means he’s looking for you...

>>22042403
...what...

I'm guessing they aren't the type to just give up and go away if you ignore them. I say let him in and explain what's going on.

Keep our light powers on standby though...

>>22042403
OK.
Obviously, we aren't 'dead', might as well let 'him' in and explain that we are a demon now.
Although, now I am curious as to what happens to the souls we 'consume'. Are they broken down to the spirit particles or something? Essentially making this soul drain thing, fate worse than death.

But really, I'm surprised people just 'know' about the reaper.
Man, after that demon invasion, our world has really gone in a different direction.

>>22042403
Well we did die yesterday. There's nothing to correct. Our soul turned into a demon and demons are allowed out of the afterlife (well, the reapers certainly don't seem to be doing much to stop them anyway).
Doesn't seem like the kind of thing we can run or hide from, so we might as well open the door and get it over with. Explain it nicely.

>>22034277
Hey OP, do you have a twitter acount?

>>22047991

That I do not no. I'll probably consider one later.

Anywho just got back. Let me gather my bearings and then I'll update.

[1/2]
...Well you did kind of ‘die’ yesterday. But you instead turned into a demon, so that probably gets you a pass on things right?

You hide your demonic traits and open the door for the Reaper. “Please come on in! I’ll explain where Brooklyn is!”

“Oh thanks, it’s freezing out here and these clothes are not exactly suited for cold weather.” the Reaper says as he enters the house, taking a casual look around. “...So is your boyfriend here?”

“How do you know Brooklyn is my boyfriend?” you ask as you turn around after locking the door. You can see the Reaper flipping through one of the books on your desk.

“...This thing is full of shit just to let you know.” The Reaper holds up a book you were reading about the natures of ghostly aspected Creatures and putting it back down on your desk.

“...Noted.” you mention as you put the book into the ‘done’ bookstack pile.

“Now... Ma’am I apologize for doing this, but I know you know who and what I am. Brooklyn’s time as sadly come to a close, but his still lingers in this earthly plane. Please take solace that I am here to help your beloved enter the eternal kingdom of heaven so he may taken and judged fairly by the afterlife.” The Reaper says in a completely forced and monotone voice. It sounds like doesn’t want to be here.

>>22049068

[2/3]

“...Yea... About that...” you say as you let your demonic traits come out. “I’m Brooklyn. I was exploring some ruins and... I basically turned into a Succubi.”

The Reaper flatly gazes into your eyes, his expression not changing in the slightest. “...You’re kidding right?”

“Not at all good Mr. Reaper.” you reply to him.

“...So I come all the way up here in the middle of nowhere only to find out there’s been a clerical screw up. Wonderful...” the Reaper nods, you can tell just by looking at him that he’s annoyed.

“Well... This isn’t the kind of thing I can file ahead of time, even if I knew how.” you tell him.

“No no... It’s... It’s not your fault. I don’t get enough to try and drag a demon to cross the river. Especially in the middle of nowhere... Well, I’m taking some time off then. Later.” The Reaper gives you a small nod as he leaves your house.

“...Uh... That went easier than I expected...” you say a few seconds after the Reaper leaves.

You look at your wind up clock next to your bed to see it’s about 8:30 AM in the morning. Normally you’d begin your day by studying some information. You were reading information about undead beings, but the book you currently have now is worthless according to the Reaper. A quick stroll to the city library would solve that problem (and pray they have something else on the topic). Then at about 1:00 PM you’d met up to at your job to teach Brothen, one of the children of the nobles who rules this town. Then at three you’re pretty much free to do whatever you want (typically debating with other experienced scholars about various subjects), before finally calling it a day and doing whatever you want.

>>22049078

[3/3]

One of the main problems you can think of right away is that you’re female , in which people could probably mistake you for not being a native here. People who live illegally in this city are basically sent outside in the frozen wasteland to fend for themselves. Adventurers getting odd transmutations in dungeons is nothing new. If you get a note from a doctor or occultist then you don’t need to worry about being thrown out. Ideas about making a new identity for yourself also flow in your head, but you wonder if you should go down that route.

(OK, I asked my friend who is a scholar is about what they actually do. Here's a link to Brooklyn's stat sheet. https://docs.google.com/document/d/16x32JNNBRnUAk-PQNXcqMaVvtDMLsHRARj3kk4mrj1M/edit )

I vote for a trip to our doc to see if we can get certification that we're us.

>>22049090
>Adventurers getting odd transmutations in dungeons is nothing new
Would gender change fall under that?
If that is the case, I think thats our best option. We can even keep our identity.

>>22049090
forgot ot add >>22049164.
We should try and keep our demonic heritage secret.

>>22049194

Absolutely. If we can I'd like to get the note about our change of status to be vaguely worded enough to cover being changed into a Succubus, though that's probably not possible.

Bam?

[1/3]

While adventurers being turned into unspeakable and holy abominations of their former selves is enough for the city to get steps like this taken (given what the temperment of demons was like in the past), being turned into a Succubi is probably new. ...Then again such a thing would still fall under the same town law, so you’ll have to be accepted.

You then prepare to head out, putting on a fresh bundle of clothing, grabbing what coin you have, then head out to see Dr. Gaterkin. You only bother to put on your coat this time as the weather is much nicer today. The cold still nipping at your skin slightly, but nothing your hoodie doesn’t fix.

You walk over to the Doctor’s office, noticing the human nurse behind the counter. You nod to her and write your name down on the waiting list before taking a seat and grabbing a seat and biding your time.

“...Brooklyn!?” The nurse gasps after she looks at the list then to you.

“Long story. I think you know why I’m here.” you reply to her.

“...Y-yea... O-Of course. Dr. Gaterkin can see you now.” she says as she motions to the Doctor’s office, still staring at you.

>>22049541

[2/3]

You get up and head into the Doctor’s office. You can see Dr. Gaterkin hunched over his desk, currently reading a paper on something. Most definately medical or biology as that’s all he ever seems to think about. You wouldn’t expect it from an Orc nearly seven and half feet tall. He shifts his glasses somewhat so his yellow eyes can better see the paper, his massive fingers seeming to gently flick the page over to the next one. You’re kind of shocked that a man of his caliber is relegated to a mere city doctor, as he’s certainly the most brilliant doctor you know of, and an Orc of all things.

“Greetings ma’am, what can I do for you today?” Dr. Gaterkin says as he gets up from his chair, the tusks of his mouth apparently not diminishing his ability to speak in the slightest.

“Hey Doc, it’s me Brooklyn. Ssssomething kinda happened to me while I was exploring the old city.” you say.

Dr. Gaterkin walks over to you, adjusting his glasses and starting his yellow eyes directly into yours. “Hm, so it is you Brooklyn.” The Doctor says as he walks over to a stand next to the table you’re sitting on.

“...Wait just that like?” you comment.

“Rearranging someone’s second chromosome then performing a spell to dimensionally switch your body with one that’s been always female is uncommon but not unheard of. The most popular case was Mr. Smith, proving it could be done. Why is usually something religiously significant to the person who transformed you or possibly their own fetishistic taste.” Dr. Gaterkin says as he goes through some tools on the table.

>>22049551

[3/3]

“...So you can give a letter so I won’t be kicked out of the Fort?” you ask.

“Most certainly Brooklyn. I wouldn’t dream of throwing you out in that frozen hell.” Dr. Gaterkin says as he opens a drawer and pulls some things out.

“...Then what are you getting the tools for?” you ask him.

“The exploratory surgery.” Dr. Gaterkin says turning around with the table, showing a collection of medical instruments. “This is the first time I’ve ever seen a case like yours, so I’d like to perform a procedure then publish a paper on it.”

Yup. That’s just like him. Completely ignorant about why things just like this are ethically wrong on nearly every level. “...Just give me the letter.”

“I guess I need to make due with cell cultures then.” Dr. Gaterkin says going back to his desk, writing off a letter and handing it to you. “Here you go Mr. Brooklyn, one letter of doctoral evidence of your sex change.”

“Thanks Doc.” You say, tossing the Doctor one of the Old World pens you found, which he catches and puts next to his quill.

“Oh yes, be careful of your new center of gravity. It’ll be different compared to when you were a male. If you hurt yourself while practicing, please come see me immediately.”

“...Because it’s the next best thing next to the surgery?”

“Of course.” Dr. Gaterkin replies without a hint of humor.

“...Good day doc.” you say as you leave the office with your doctors note.

(What now?)

Hit the library, see if there's anything on our Queens.

>>22049559
I would like to find another succubi, but I don't think we know any magical way of doing that. We should probably ask the Queens about that.
What are our current goals? To find a meal for our Queen? I guess a pirate would be a best option for that.
hm. Do we have a job? Maybe even want to go see the prospector who gave us the tip for the shrine.

>>22049551
>>22049559
...that was surprisingly easy. I think there's a lot we don't know about this world.

>>22049638
And that is also a good idea. Maybe also check on the general history of succubi and if possible, on how they are doing in this world (i know the pride demons seem to rule everything).
>>22049651
yea..
A bit of a general info or common knowledge about things, would be nice.

>>22049648

You do have I job I mentioned above. Your main meal ticket is being a teacher for a young noble kid. Technically you have to work today from 1-3 PM, but you can call in sick.

Tracking down the person who originally gave you the tip about the shrine is also quite possible, as is demon queen research. Or power practice, or whatever you want.

>>22049693
Track the person first, but keep in mind the appointed teaching job. After that we can do research/power practice.

>>22049721

Sounds good to me.

>>22049684

I'll mention some information on the world to help you be informed then.

You currently live in Hope Hope, an old world military Fortress Built during the Scouring (an event that happened nearly 350 years ago). Since then the Pride demons have basically forced technological levels down to medieval ages. The town you’re in is mostly just medieval structures, aside from a few military buildings and the ‘castle.’

The current ruler of the city is known as Sir Langy. A well known and fanatical bootlick appointed by the ruling Pride Demon of the region, Lord Articus. Langy is known to be to be a fanatic in terms of how eager he is to please his ‘god’, and his personal guard executes anyone responsible for even uttering heretical things towards his ‘god’. The towns guard and mercenaries however are largely indifferent and often let people off with a small warning.

Other mortal species besides humans exist. Orcs, Elves, Humans, Dwarves, Catfolk, the list goes on. It is important to note the term “mortal” means anyone who doesn’t have an innate ability to use Aetheric power to cast magic. As far as you know, the Pride demons have conquered them all.

>>22049875

The Pride Demons, from what you know of them, are basically one the major power players of Demons in the world, the others being the Rage and Sloth demons. The Pride Demons are stereotypically known to be a very proud and honourable race and are almost always true to their word. However they consider virtually every other demon beneath their notice (Hell many Pride demons consider their lessers inferior as well). To them, going back on a sworn oath or promise is a fate worse than death. They are known for be charismatic leaders and quite capable in battle and bureaucracy. They make suburb generals and fairly decent combatants (Though they are individually a far cry away from Rage demons). The main source of power from the Pride Demons comes from their massive armies, in where their skills allows them to field massive armies like clockwork despite the fact they’re normally far behind in technology compared to their opponents. Their history goes back nearly 30,000 years, but most of what you know is only their origin and what they’ve done since the Scouring.

If there is a silver lining to the Pride demons, it’s that they do keep their words about protecting their lands from threats, but often let mortals fight amongst themselves (so things like and human wars do not interest them).

>>22049875

What's the local Demons opinion towards freelance demons in his domain?

>>22049895
What do we know about Rage and Sloth demons?

>>22049895
are we gaining some energy just by being in relatively close proximity to a large number of people?

>>22049559
Well we should take care of our teaching job first, then go home and practice with magic more. Try using Light and Dark magic together.

Could we also get an idea of how large our Aetheric reserves are, both in terms of how much we can cast with them as well as how many people we need to drain to refill them?

We've determined that we DON'T actually level up from overdraining, right?

>>22049638
>>22049648
>>22049684

[1/2]

Being interested about Succubi in general, you decide to hit the library to see if there is anything you can find out about them in detail. Your body is brand new but you’re quite ignorant about it. Something you don’t want to let stand.

You walk over to the local library. It’s a rather modest building. There are bigger libraries in your country but yours isn’t the best or worst by any stretch. You head over to the section of demonlogy, flipping through a few well known authors you’ve been recommended to by your peers. After gathering about three books, you sit down and have a good read on Succubi and their history.

Succubi are part of a subsection of Lust Demons, one of the stronger known types of Lust demons. The vast majority of them have physical bodies and were considered the ‘noble’ class of Lust demons (Similar to how Pride Demons are usually one species for a noble class [The Nobles censored any information about their species, claiming it to be military intelligence]). They’ve been around since time immemorial, but their last major function civilization was close to nearly 3000 years ago. It was around this time the Demon King of the Pride Demons known as Valvatosa led a successful crusade against the Lust demons, capturing and imprisoning their Queen Pamille and tortured her until she submitted to Valvatosa.

>>22050161

[2/2]

The Succubi were quick to react en masse, leading a coordinated effort to collapse Valvatosa’s empire. Valvatosa reluctantly agreed to surrender Pamille in exchange for not only a cease fire, but a promise that neither he nor anyone under his name would attempt to exterminate the Succubus race. He agreed to these terms. ...However as soon as Valvatosa’s empire recovered he launched another attack against the Succubi Empire, exploiting a loophole in where he could still attack so long as the Succubi race didn’t become an endangered species. The Demon Queen of Lust, Pamille, vanished in this attack, swearing she wouldn’t fall pray to Valvatosa again. Succubi today are mostly known as entertainers to the noble class, and are not regarded as peers in their eyes (ranking even lower than mortal servants and little more than slaves). A few Succubus Demon Lords still exist, and regrettably so does Valvatosa.

All the Queens you met seem to be missing, except for one. Janine was apparently one of the people who originally saved Pamille from Valvatosa, by far making her the oldest. You double check just to be sure, but no such luck.

>>22049953

Rage demons are known equally for their extremely temperamental attitudes and their strength. When it comes to personal power, a Rage Demon will almost certainly win over a Pride demon if they are similarly experienced (same for nearly any other kind of demon). However their temperaments are also their downfall, as they have a difficult time fielding a large army of any sort. Their numbers are only a fraction of the Pride demon’s army, but you assume they’re powerful enough since any time the Pride Demons fought against the Rage demons, the Rage demons always repelled them.

Sloth demons are mainly known for sloth. Not the most likeable forms of demons as their sole motivation for working at all is how much they can kick back afterwards. They are however masters at defense apparently, as when the Pride Demons attempted to attack them, the war lasted nearly 1000 years. It was deemed a stalemate when the Sloth demons had no interest in expanding beyond their borders. Pride Demons now resort to diplomacy when dealing with Sloth demons.

>>22050175
Good things to know. Though the Succubi really suck at contract negotiation.

How are we doing on time for our job? If we're getting close to the time we usually tutor we should get to it, it wouldn't be good to mess with our stable source of income, it's only two hours and we can track down the person who told us about the place later.

>>22050038

No, those people have to also be experiencing some sort of intense emotion. If the emotion isn't strong enough, then you won't be able to collect anything.

>>22050117

As of right now, you basically need to drain five people in order to fill your reserves. Your reserves will shoot up exponentially later on. And yes you don't level up just by draining people, you mainly need to practice your power or accomplish goals.

>>22050275

You woke up at about 7 AM. Right now it's about 10. You still have some time before your tutoring job.

>>22050317
Head home, prepare for the tutoring, ponder what we're going to say to the kid and his parents, and maybe get some spell practice in?

>>22050317
Okay, check out some more demonology, and magic, books if we can find any, alongside some more normal books so it just looks like we're getting a lot of books instead of us focusing a lot on demonology which might be seen as suspicious. Head home, and get some practice and more research in.

>>22050366

Focus on books on magical theory, knowing (in-universe) how magic works will give us a leg up on learning more in the future.

>>22050317
>>22050343
>>22050400

[1/2]


“Hm... Fascinating.” you mutter to yourself as you finish the last history book on Demon History. Succubus history was a bit tricky to find, but considering they’ve been reduced to a slave caste they wouldn’t get volumes upon volumes of information like other demon races.

You take a few books, mainly one involving the theory of Aetheric manipulation, the nature of physical demons, and finally a book on the nature of scamming. Sure being turned into a demon lord for 10 gold pieces is nice, but it would be nice how to spot a bullshit tale next time. Perhaps being drunk at the time had something to do with it.

You bring the books to the counter, putting them on top along with your Scholar Guild Membership paper. “...Wait... Brooklyn!?” Roger, a librarian who knows you, stares in disbelief.

“Remember that ruin I bragged about find and making me rich? Turned out to be a trap of an asshole with too much time on his hands.” you say pulling out the Doctor’s note.

“...Ha ha... Hahahaha!” Roger laughs as he looks at the note.

“It’s not funny asshole. I was scared out of my god damn mind.” you say putting the note away.

>>22050564

[2/2]

“Well it looks like you’ll be learning a lesson from this book.” He says holding up the anti-scammer book, then begins to fill out the information to let you take out the books. “...Say just between you and I, what’s it like as a girl?”

“Oh I dunno, why don’t you read a book about it?” you then give a small sigh. He is somewhat of a friend, and often overlooks you bringing back books late. “Look, I’m just stressed right now. I’ll let you know when I actually have a detailed opinion.”

“I’d imagine so...” he says passed you the books. “Here you go. Have a pleasant day *Ms* Browning.” Roger smiles as he says this.

You roll your eyes as you grab your books and head back home.

Once you reach the safety of your home again, you decide to let your demonic traits come back out. You pause as you look in the mirror, for you notice that your horns have grown a bit. Not by a lot, but a notable amount. They even appear to be sharper too.

It’s about 10:55 AM right now. You figure before you head out you probably have enough time to do one thing. You could start on the Aetheric theory book (you know bare basics, but nothing beyond that), a bit more on how Succubui bodies function, or you can see if you can practice your powers a bit, to see if like the horns, whenever they’ve grown or not.

(Or something else if you all prefer)

>>22050571
Assuming we've prepared all we need for the tutoring session? Aetheric theory, I think. Experimenting without theoretical knowledge is inadvisable.

Start with the book learnings, if we know what muscles to work then we'll be able to practice better.

Practice doesn't make perfect, practice makes permanent, perfect practice makes perfect.

Also

>Roger smiles as he says this.
>He wants the vag

He's gonna have to do more than overlook late fees to get it though.

>>22050571
>a bit more on how Succubui bodies function,
know how our body works would be nice.

>>22050571
Let's read up on Aetheric theory and then head to the tutoring.

>>22050633
Actually, thinking about it, we'd want to make sure we have a tight grasp on our body given that we're heading out to interact with people for an extended period. Don't want to lose control or anything. Changing my vote to this.

>>22050633
It is always important to know how to poop

>>22050603
>>22050615

[1/2]

You decide that it’s best to learn how something works in theory before you actually try to apply it. It could be dangerous flinging around the higher powered magics of yours without actually knowing how they work. Grabbing a glass of water, you sit down at your desk and begin to read through the book on Aetheric theory.

The beginning is nothing you haven’t heard of before. Aetheric energy is basically the form of energy that runs through the cosmos. When it is filtered through various mediums, it allows one to perform various effects, otherwise known as magic. Some people can channel aether for magical effects and are called, “Enlightened”. Beings who cannot focus aether into magical effects are known as “mortals”.

What you didn’t know is that apparently aether, in all beings, regenerates continuously. So long as as even a mortal has some aetheric power left inside of them, it’ll regenerate all in time. What’s more is that it regenerates rapidly. If one uses low powered spells then this aetheric reserves will probably regenerate faster than he can throw them out if he’s at full power. However the less aether there is in one’s body, the slower it regenerates. Basically sort of like an X to the power of 2 graph. The more you have, faster it comes back. The less you have, the longer it takes.

Various beings also have various aetheric pool sizes. The Archangel and Demon King’s are known for having seemingly bottomless pools of Aetheric power, able to call forth powers to scour an entire continent with little effort on their part. Beings of this power level only directly fight one another in dire circumstances, or fight VERY far away from anything they typically want.

>>22050927

[2/3]

The alarm goes off, interrupting your reading. You roll your eyes as you put a bookmark in the page and prepare for your tutoring session. Math, English, Geography, and High Astral language teaching materials, all check. With that, you head out to the nobleman’s manor for your job.

You reach the ‘castle’ of Fort Hope, Castle Langy. Technically it isn’t a real castle, as it’s just an old world military structure with castle spires and other typical ‘noble’ qualities to it. If anything you’d imagine this would make the castle more ineffective, but Langy and his predecessors would have nothing to say of it. Pride Demons usually don’t care how mortal populations are treated, but in order to make them remain loyal they typically post the most zealous person as the leader regardless whenever or not they’re actually good or not. Langy is a nutcase, but he does seem to know how to run the day to day affairs of the city without the city ripping itself apart.

“It’s me, Brooklyn. Had an accident but I’m hear for Sir Brothen.” you say holding up the Doctor’s note in front of the castle guard. The guard is dressed in heavy fullplate head to toe in elaborately decorated armour and wielding a large spear. They’re basically the only ‘official’ military power that belongs to the city. The rest of it are just mercenaries.

>>22050932

[3/3]

“Brooklyn! My goodness Brooklyn is that really you!?” a woman gasps as she runs out to you in her light blue gown. You know this woman as Mary-Anne, Brothen’s mother. She’s not Langy’s wife, but rather related. All of Langy’s family lives in the castle here. Her dress is long, elegant, and rather tasteful for a woman in her late 40’s. Her face is beginning to show her age, but shows genuine concern on her makeup’d face. You’ve had a few talks with her so she and her son are the only members of the family you know.

“Oh my... Brooklyn how did this happen to you?!” she gasps, hand to her mouth as she looks over your body.

(SKILL UP! Occult/Aetheric Theory is now Average!)

Apologies, but I already had the Aetheric knowledge bit typed up before the common vote was changed >>

"Adventuring accident"

We probably don't want to go into too much detail with too many people in the near future, especially not when we're this close to the lord of the area.

>>22050944
"Long story, and I really don't understand all of it. I went out on a trip to check out something I heard about, magic happened, now I have tits. It's inconvenient but it could have been much worse. I'm alive, my mind is just as sharp, and I didn't lose any important limbs."

>>22050954
its ok, we can research succubus biology after the job.

>>22050991
well ... i wouldnt say we didnt lose ANY important limbs

>>22051026
I don't think dicks are limbs, they are appendages and organs, but not limbs. It needs to be prehensile or jointed to count as a limb.

>>22051096
Yours isn't prehensile?

>>22050975
>>22050991

[1/2]

“Long story short, adventuring accident. But believe me m’lady, my mind is still just as sharp as it was before. I didn’t lose any major limbs.” You reply.

“Except one...” you hear a royal guard comment under his breath. You just stare at him out of the corner of your eye, his helmet making it impossible to see his eyes.

“...Even if that’s the case, that attire is hardly befitting of a lady who is teaching my son! Come with me!” Mary-Anne snatches your hand and begins to pull you towards the castle.

“W-wait! Where are we going!? What about Brothen!?” you ask as you’re pulled into the main entranceway. Statues of knights in armour can be seen holding swords high over your head with the Langy family banner, all while the portraits of the previous city rulers can be seen along the hall.

“He’s a patient boy! I’m sure he’ll wait!” Mary-Anne says as she drags you to her room. “Butler, go fetch some clothing more befitting of this young lass!” she barks at a nearby elf butler, who bows before heading off.

>>22051202

[2/2]

Many-Anne drags you to her room, rather small for a noble’s room considering the size of the Old World military structure, but still fairly large. A large white bed can be seen on the other side of the room, coated in frills and oversized blankets with a self next to it with nearly every cosmetic known to alchemy. Mary-Anne takes the backpack you had your teaching supplies in and then proceeds to disrobe you behind the privacy curtain.

“W-wait a second! What are you doing!?” you say as she begins to pull off your shirt.

“Disrobing you so that you may acquire a better outfit!” Mary-Anne says just as the butler enters the room. You peer around the corner to notice that he’s brought in nearly two dozen pieces of clothing.

“Consider this a gift of sorts! Something to help you better to cope with your recent... tragedy.” she says as she picks out a costume. “Here! I think this will suit you just fine!”

The next hour of your life basically consists of being treated as a dress-up doll for Mary-Anne, but you do manage to decide on one outfit at least.

(Vote on what outfit you want to be finalized)

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>>22051213
this one

Given our location even nobles clothing is probably insulated and covers most everything, I expect something practical but feminine, I'm thinking something similar to a suit only insulated and with a flattering cut.

>>22051254
you mean like >>22051229
?

It is simply the best choice.

Yes this is a samefag, don't count it as two votes.

>>22051213
Something with LOTS OF POCKETS. This is VERY IMPORTANT. As a young lady, we must always be prepared for ruffians who might assault us (or so she says), and therefore, her gift shall possess innumerable pockets, hidden or otherwise.

POCKETS!

>>22051213
A nice suit cut for a woman, a thick coat because of the weather, and despite Mary-Anne's many objections boots instead of heels.

>>22051229
minus the hat, I like this idea

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>>22051213
Without the hat or broom, she wouldn't be giving out witchy accouterments. A modest dress, a coat, and for the love of god practical shoes as we have no experience walking in heels. Those things'll kill us on the ice.

>>22051482

Nearly done my good lad.

[1/3]

Eventually you settle on what appears to be a long black dress that heads nearly all the way down to your ankles in addition to a long sleeved black top with a white collar. A set of buttons make sure that the top is on properly. It seems to be something of a more fancy maid uniform, as the dress has a lot of pockets all over the place that seem to blend in fairly well. Leg room is a minor issue as the dress seems to allow you enough space to stretch your legs out most of the way.

“You know you’d look much better in some heels my dear.” she tells you.

“Uh... No. My line of work makes it... difficult to wear heels. My boots are fine.” you tell her as you put the boots back on.

“Well I hope it works out well for you Brooklyn dear. I hope you don’t mind the dress, as it’s only a handidown from what another maid would wear in case she’s expecting some sort of courtly trouble.” Mary-Anne sincerely apologies.

“It’s... unique to say the least...” you say moving your legs about. You’re rather uncomfortable somewhat, but the bottom part of the dress seems to be somewhat insulated against the cold itself. “What about my old clothes?”

“Oh we burned those dreadful things already! But fear not, we still have your belongings before we threw them into the furnace of course!” Mary-Anne proudly says as the elf Bulter brings you a tray with all of your belongings.

“...Gee thanks...” you say as your eyebrow twitches slightly. “I’ll be off to tutor Brothen now.”

>>22051599

[2/3]

“Enjoy the dress dear!” she says as you leave the room. Ugh... Nobles... You’re not sure whenever or not the Pride demons rubbed off on them slightly to instill them with the thought processes that lead them not to consider what other people think of them.

You arrive at Brothen’s room in the basement area of the castle, entering to see him on the floor using some old world crayons doodling a picture on the ground. Brothen is somewhat of a young child at only 12 years of age, but he’s rather bright and kind, rather than most of the other arrogant brats you teach in this place time to time. He’s dressed up the typical young prince attire, slightly puffy multicoloured pants and small cape hanging off his back.

His face turns to you, excited at first but then quickly becomes confused. “...Who are you lady?” he asks.

You look down at yourself in the dress, at this point wondering that exact same thing. “It’s your Teacher Brothen. I had a little... accident. Your mother made me put on clothes more suitable for a lady.”

“...Does this mean you’re going to teach me girly stuff from now on?” he innocently asks.

“...Mind and body are two different things Brothen. Just because my body may be different, doesn’t mean my mind is. I’m still Brooklyn, and I like everything just as much as when I was a guy. Secondly, no, I won’t be teaching you girly things. We’re going to continue where we left off from the Glaorian Crusade from last time.” you kneel down and pat him on the head as you say this.

“You mean we can continue to hear tales of General Gorosa!?” he says sitting up with sparkles in his eyes.

“Of course! We were about to get into the details of how he challenged the enemy General to a duel and how he lured him into a volcano. ...But if you don’t want to learn t-”

>>22051599
>Oh we burned those dreadful things already!
...truly, a formidable woman.

>>22051606

[3/3]

“I do! I do!” he enthusiastically says as he sits up and runs over to his desk. Ah children, all you need to do is tell them the interesting bits first and they’ll eagerly attempt the rest.

Your tutoring with Brothen goes well over the next couple hours, not seeming to mind your new and current form as you continue to teach him.

“...Excuse me, but I don’t think I’ve seen you here in my castle before.” a voice behind you rings out. You quickly turn around to see Lord Langy himself. Dressed up in a regal attire with various medals pinned to his chest, all indicating various forms of bootlickery. He strides into the room acting more like a god rather than a man. His face is that of a man in his mid 50’s with greying hair and grey bread, but his eyes... his eyes seem to burn with a special kind of power.

Oh shit, now you remember. Langy had his Aether enlightened by the Pride Demon Lord of this area himself. The process gives a mortal the ability to channel Aether at the cost of selling his soul to the Demon. You guess it must be problematic for demons, as Pride Demons don't seem to cast it often. From what you remember from the book, a mortal channeling Aether is going to be weaker than a Demon Lord, but with you only starting out it may be tricky.

“And what poppycock are you teaching my family’s children!? The Gorosa campaign? Wouldn’t it be far more educational to teach him the rise and fall of Demon Lord Ulos?” Langy asks as he peers over to the book that Brothen is reading.

(Roll 1d100 on demon history to try and outsmart him. If you got a cool description to try and outsmart him, type it up and you'll gain a bonus to the roll. Target number is 45.)

>>22051626

Oh yea, you'll be free to make up whatever explanation for the stunt so long as it's remotely feasible.

Rolled 11

>>22051626
Contributing roll.

Rolled 38

>>22051642
i suck.

>>22051645

You also gain a modifier to the roll based on how well you know the skill in question. For now I assume every "rank" is a +10.

Rolled 44

>>22051626

Are we rolling high or low?

Is Ulos one of his masters? If so I'll explain how it's important to get a grasp of lesser strategists before you move to the masters otherwise it'll be hours of explaining in detail why the master did what he did.

Rolled 36

>>22051626
BULLSHITTING POWERS ACTIVATE!

>"True, the rise and fall of Lord Ulos was a turning point in history, and certainly something any upstanding adult would know. However, for this crucial period in his education, I personally feel it more apt to educate his mental faculties first and foremost. Knowledge is useless the skill to apply it, after all. I had planned to teach him on the tactics of the Gorosa and Eduarte campaigns this week, but if you have any objections, sir...?"

Rolled 59

>>22051642
>>22051645
>>22051665
>>22051667
>all these rolls
Tell me we're using a roll under system this time?

Rolled 8

>>22051626
"The Gorosa campaign is central to any solid understanding of Demonic tactics and warfare. While the rise and fall of Ulos provides great insight into the politics and alliances of the various Demon Lords, an important subject to be sure and one I'm planning on covering, there were few who could match Gorosa in his ability to use the battlefield to his advantage, unfortunately for him he was not as adept at politics as he was at warfare. An object lesson of why those such as Demon Lord Ulos will triumph due to their understanding of alliances."

>>22051665

Oops, rolling high.

And yes, Ulos was a demon lord. Technically nearly *any* demon will rank higher than Langy, whenever he wants to admit that or not.

>>22051690

Obviously, but more specifically I was asking if Ulos is in the hierarchy above him directly. If so then sucking up is a good thing, if not then it's less important.

>>22051713

Ulos would be directly above him yes.

"rise and fall of Lord Ulos is important but without background leading up to that event you can never understand that event as deeply as you would with that knowledge."

the best BS are half truths.

>>22051722
>Ulos would be directly above him
...and he wants to teach about Ulos' FALL?

>>22051745

Ulos doesn't need to be a Pride Demon, creative lisence for stunting would allow you to name him as a Lust, Rage, or Sloth demon if you wished just as an example

>>22051768
How well would we need to BS to make up for all the horrible rolls earlier?

>>22051667

(36+20 (rank)+10 (Stunt) = 66 > 45, pass)

"True, the rise and fall of Lord Ulos was a turning point in history, and certainly something any upstanding adult would know. However, for this crucial period in his education, I personally feel it more apt to educate his mental faculties first and foremost. Knowledge is useless the skill to apply it, after all. I had planned to teach him on the tactics of the Gorosa and Eduarte campaigns this week, but if you have any objections, sir...?"

Langy seems to stare at you for a few seconds, his eyes darting up and down your body, almost as if he was peering directly into your soul. Not for lust, but something else entirely. “...No... None at all. I’m just testing your ability as a Scholar Ms...”

“Browning. I had an accident while I was out on a minor adventure the other day.” you tell him.

“...Hmph. Very well. I’ll leave you to the rest of your studies then.” Langy says as he turns around and struts out of the room.

“...Uncle is scary at times...” Brothen says once Langy is well out of earshot.

“No kidding.” you reply. If you’re going to be taking over this city, then you’re going to have to deal with him somehow, and you have no idea of his capabilities.

A half hour later you conclude your tutoring session with Brothen, getting paid a rather nice four gold pieces for your time spent with him. You leave the castle a bit later than you expected at 4:30 PM, but there is still plenty of time to do what you wish for the day. Indeed, technically you’re done work for the day. One thing you liked about this job, short hours.

>>22051841
>almost as if he was peering directly into your soul
OH DEAR MERCY PLEASE NO

Right, time to head back, find out about our body, and practice our powers.

>>22051841
We've got an awful lot of studying to do, we've got to bone up on our biology, magic, and once we know the fundamentals we can practice actual magic.

We really need to... silence that Langy somehow.

>>22051841
So....if we feed off of aether now, does that mean we don't use the bathroom?

>>22051841
Didn't we plan on running down the individual that tipped us off to the shrine, on the off chance they are/are connected to another succubus?

Though we should probably hold off on actually contacting other succubi until we have a bit better grip on our abilities.

question that did not get asked is what makes a demon lord different from a normal demon?

>>22051946
You, sir, win a virtual beer. That is a very, very good question.

>>22051841
I think we should try mixing Light and Darkness magic. It seems that they would have synergy.

[1/2]

You decide to retire back to your abode for now, having a desire to learn more about your newfound body and what kind of things you can possibly do.

You sit down at your desk and crack open the book on Demonology. You find out that ‘spirits’ (Which the book defines as Angels, Demons, Ghosts, Elementals) are just living shells of Aetheric power given form, so using aether comes very naturally to them. Depending on their natures, demons eat a wide variety of substances in order to sustain themselves, and the book warns that an entire encyclopedia series can be written on just what substances spirits need alone. But technically most spirits do not die from hunger, thirst, or age. Secondly food for one spirit species may or may not nourish another spirit species. Note ‘most’, as there always seem to be exceptions. But in the end it all comes down to how they collect aetheric energy, at least that’s the theory.

>>22052060

[2/2]

Higher class spirits, such as demon lords, are still under questioning. Indeed higher class spirits seem to grasp aetheric magic and techniques faster, but some Scholars point out that technically *anyone* with Aetheric power can become the same strength as a Demon Lord given time. The so-called “increased overall aether reserves” is called into debate. Some people think higher level spirits naturally have higher pools, others claim they just expand their pool faster, while others claim it’s the same the entire time since anyone on par with a higher level spirit would have to have a similar sized pool. But they all agree in that higher level spirits develop faster. You check the book to see that this is a somewhat older copy, published about 300 years ago. A newer edition or another book may shed some more light on this subject.

As you continue to read, you can feel your stomach rumbling. You can feel that your aetheric reserves are topped off, but you assume your body is probably wanting some aetheric energy in order to help fuel your faster growth. You’re not *nearly* as famished as when you first transformed, but you definitely feel it. You hazard a guess that Succubi feeding habits mean that normal human food is useless now. The time is nearly 8:30 right now, long since sunset.

(SKILL UP! Demonology is now Average!)

>>22052072
Hmm. On the one hand, feeding right now may tip off the guards to the presence of a succubus in the town. Combined with our recent gender swap, our cover may be blown wide open.

On the other hand, we're HUNGRY.

Any nearby settlements we can sneak out to for food?

>>22052072
What sort of entertainment venues do we have around here? Any live music, as that could get some emotions going? Are there any bars, especially those known for people getting into fights or anything like that?

Find a bar that's still open and hang out there, that should give us energy.

When we're feeding off of ambient energy does anyone present know it? Do their emotions get stunted when we're siphoning them?

>>22052115
Only if we kill someone. We can feed off of ambient energy

>>22052129
>>22052131

You can stunt in order to try to get increased emotion amount from a crowd, but the collection itself cannot be improved via stunting. It's a process as natural and automatic as breathing.

The process of remotely feeding off people isn't, visible in the normal spectrum. Whenever or not that's the same across others you have no idea.

As for locations? The bars are ripe this time of night, full of drunk guard wasting their money on entertainment of all sorts. There are some minor wasteland settler encampments outside. You know of a few if you wanted to head to them, but they're basically like tribes of barbarians or Indians.

>>22052155
Yeah, forgot about that one. But what's the threshold for us to be able to feed?

I think we should keep the killing minimal in our area for now. Maybe the pirates later, but for now I think ambient emotion is what we should be sticking with.

I say we go to a bar if we get a chance to Suggest to a drunkard that they get into a fight then we should take it, but we should make sure it's discreet (the Suggestion, not the fight).

>>22052163
I think he meant if when we're feeding on emotion if that emotion is lessened, that if we're eating people's joy at a concert then everyone becomes less happy as we're eating that emotion.

Let's head to a rowdy dive bar or strip joint. Either one really, the rowdy dive bar will have fights, the strip joint will have lust.

>>22052174

Threshold? If you mean the amount of aether you need to collect, you're not certain. Probably two souls worth you're guessing. When I say two souls worth I don't that only souls will do it, but rather I'm using souls as a unit of aetheric power.

>>22052213
No, I meant, how extreme do the emotions have to be for us to be able to feed off them?

>>22052212

Right

>>22052213

By threshold I think he meant how emotional do they need to be for us to start feeding.

>>22052228
>>22052230

Technically it can be as much as a small burst of anger, such as someone bumping into another guy and the other going, "What's with that prick?" The problem with that is that it probably only counts as a drop of power and you pretty much need to be the one bumping into the guy in terms of proximity.

But the amount of anger you'd get from going up to a Hell's Angel and saying, "Hey, thanks for suggesting your Mom, she's a demon in the sac." would probably get enough anger to count as a steady flow.

A person who has a bitter seething hatred of someone (such as a father who knows who killed his entire family, and that person is right in front of him), then the anger will be so intense that you'll probably be swallowing mouthfuls at a time.

Keep in mind that souls themselves contain a lot of power. Back at the pirates you probably got more energy soul sucking one pirate than you did from all of them experiencing extreme emotions. But if it's something like two dozen people experiencing strong emotions at once, it's a different story. Secondly, the stronger the emotions the further away you can be to effectively feed off of it.

>>22052300
Hmm. I wonder if it might theoretically be possible to fight someone so caught up in the thrill of battle that we are continually able to cast without running dry till one of us is knocked out?

Anyway, consensus seems to be to head to a bar.

Head to the Bar. Prepare to be hit on.

[1/?]

You decide that it’s probably best to head out and get a small snack. After all you’re a growing demon, so you need to make sure that you properly feed yourself.

You grab your coat and head out to the local favorite bar in the area, the Adamant Door. It’s a well-known bar run by a retired adventurer. The bar name is literally it’s claim to fame, as the owner literally ripped an Adamant door off it’s hinges and dragged it across the frozen wasteland back to Fort Hope. The Adamant door makes it so that it’s a complete bitch to try and break down, as the walls around the door will sooner give out than the door itself.

As you enter the door, the first thing that draws attention to you is a guard propped up on the table, fist raised up in the air as he drunkenly yells.

“CLEAN THE WAX OUTTA YER EARS AND LISTEN UP YOU ALL! I JUST FOUND SOMETHING! SOMETHING *BIG*! AND WHEN I FIND IT I’M GOING TO RICH UNLIKE THE ENTIRE LOT OF YOU!” he guard boasts.

Hm... That seems very familiar to you... Oh right. Now you remember!

>>22052403

[2/3]

ONE DAY EARLIER

Estatic at learning the newfound information you paid *four entire gold coins* for, you step on the table, heads and shoulders above everyone else and triumphantly declare, “CLEAN THE WAX OUTTA YER EARS AND LISTEN UP YOU ALL! I JUST FOUND SOMETHING! SOMETHING *BIG*! AND WHEN I FIND IT I’M GOING TO RICH UNLIKE THE ENTIRE LOT OF YOU!”

RETURN TO THE PRESENT

“Yea... Yea great lot of good that did...” you mutter as you walk into the bar. Looking over, you can see that it’s rather packed. The bar is nearly two entire floors in itself, filled with solid oak tables capable of sitting nearly a party of four each. Various mercs are drunkenly talking with each other, singing random songs, playing drinking games, and other sorts of activities. The Bartender, a dwarf, can be seen serving a drink to the Reaper you met from earlier in the day. Nearly a dozen empty mugs can be seen while the Reaper is passed out on the counter, people giving him a wide berth but everyone otherwise ignoring him.

>>22052410

[3/3]

“Give me a mug of the strongest thing you’ve got. It’s been a long and now I’m pissed off for being reminded of past lapse of idiocy.” you say putting a silver and 8 coppers to the bartender after seeing the guard boast on the table.

“Granite Mountain Lager coming right up lass.” the Dwarf says as he passes you a mug of dark ale.

You take the drink, sipping the foam on top before tilting back the mug and taking a hard drink. The taste is incredibly strong and flavorful. Definately a dwarven brand.

“Ye know lass, if ye that upset then why not wait for the live entertainment? Mina will be coming out in just a bit, and she’s a mighty fine singer to get someone’s mood out of the shitter.” the bartender suggests.