Justicar was many things. A natural sneak, terrible liar, a man with a keen eye and knack for spotting important (and more often than not valuable) items. He was also a man who liked to test his luck. Today this was both paying off and had the potential to give him a sticky end. Such is the life of a magic scavenger. (He took offense to being called a thief, and was far too awkward to be a proper rogue.)  


“Well Justicar let’s review the poor life choices we have made… today.” he whispered to himself as he peered around the corner spotting another of the strange entities that roamed the hall. What they were eluded him but he knew they were something he absolutely could not fight. Their fuschia skin would normally imply the silent and naked humanoids were some kind of demon but there was plenty to indicate that not being the case. For starters their forms were full solid as they roved the halls patrolling like Automata, a demon would have been ranting and raving making irregular stops or phasing out of tangibility. The hair on their head was light and feathery at the top but flowed like a silk scarf down their winged backs. Their wings did not move as they gilded about the halls, the translucent crystalline limbs were utterly still though they glowed a deep purple from within. Demons disguising themselves as or actually being beautiful women was not unheard of but these creatures showed none of the usual predatory sexuality of such beings. Indeed they were pettite breasted narrow hiped nearly masculine figures with but the hint of femine charm to their doll-like faces, giving thin smiles that looked somehow smug and hollow of any emotion at all. Everything about these faux-angels screamed into Justicar’s mind that they were artificial somehow even without noting the perfect marble smoothness of their skin, the way their eyes glowed or without having seen what they did to that poor knight.

Justicar had seen many things in his travels, some of them would haunt him. Increasingly he was aware that this keep was going to be featured on the list. He would remember what he had seen till madness took him or he died. It was a common thing for a monster to have deceiving looks right up until it revealed its true nature. Justicar had not been prepared and neither had the knight he had come into the castle with. The faux-angel had split open as if it’s whole body was a chest and engulfed the six foot two hundred pound steel plated claymore wielding man into its luminous embrace then snapped closed around him like a steel trap. The party had split up wizards running one direction fighters in another with Justicar noting that at least the group's porter had fled in that very instance.  Justicar who had leapt full on into the rafters had been the only one to stay and behold what happened afterwards. The light from within the faux-angel had grown brighter from it’s sex had then emerged an egg the same gleaming white as the knights armor.  The egg swelled larger as only magical creatures could before bursting open. The creature that emerged bore just enough signs that Justicar was certain that this was the knight reborn and remade.


The new form of the knight was very different. Now four foot tall and maybe half their previous weight (or perhaps as much, such things could not be judged from a distance.) they were already very different. The knight’s armor had seemingly fused with their flesh at least on the arms and legs creating gleaming silvery limbs.  Where that stopped was at his or rather now her torso. The same dusky black skin of the knight now was exposed to the air showing that silver lipped fem sex and a pair of heaving breasts each topped with a silvery nipple. The knight's earrings and facial tattoo remained though the colors of both had gone from a golden yellow to a pale silver. The once barbaric and chiseled features are now soft and decidedly feminine. Her head was not attached to her shoulders. Where her neck should be there was a silvery torque that held her head aloft, the silver eyes blinking as the transformed knight examined their body. It was watching the Dullahan-like figure explore it’s new body not with fear and trepidation but with excitement and obvious pleasure that had convinced Justicar he needed to leave the area.


“And yet… we are still here.” Justicar mumbled to himself as he leapt to a new hiding spot near a stairwell. “Let that be a lesson if it seems like it is too easy it rarely is.” he muttered, descending the stairs and arriving impossibly on the fifth floor from the second. “Gods damned wizards and thier love of shuffling time and space for their own fucking amusement!” he swore properly.


“Hey! I resemble that remark.” Justicar turned and found himself looking at one of the knight's companions. The half-elf healer-wizard Lian, he recalled after a second.

“Then you’ll need to learn not to resemble it so closely.” Justicar said to her before pushing her into an alcove as he saw the shadows shift. Justicar’s hand clamped over the girl's mouth; they watched from behind a stack of rotting crates as a creature moved out of the rafters. Justicar nearly swore when he recognized the creature. Clinging to the wall and moving down onto the floor went a chitikin, a type of beastkin raised from insects. A breed rare for the simple fact that they had proved loyal only to each other and not to humanity. Justicar could not name the species it was derived from. It had broad beautiful wings in shades of blue, yellow, pink and swirls of black upon it’s back, soft white fuzz covering it’s torso, lower, arms and legs. It had wide eyes that seemed human at first but a second more scrutiny would reveal them to be compound eyes. It’s insectoid abdomen was long and round like a moth but there was a curved stinger projecting from it. The exoskeleton was in a warm grey. The creature had actual lips and with a start Justicar realized that this strange new chitikin was female because of the way it’s fuzzy chest swelled near the top indicating slight breasts. 


“Intruderzz?” the soft hum of a voice said. “Nothing to worry zzilken one over.” she said as she took off flying down the hall.


Justicar let his grip of Lian’s mouth fall as he sighed. “So somebody is playing gods in here.”


“Pretty good job too. I have never seen a first generation beastkin before.” Lian said as she shuffled back and fell onto a trunk sized chest. “Oh treasure!” she said, instantly losing interest in the bugmonster.


“Wait i think it’s a-” justicar said but too late the lid popped open. “Mimic… oh thank goodness for being wrong.”

“Is this…. Is this what I think it is?” Lian said gazing in awe at the trunk's contents.

Justicar craned his neck looking into the box. There, set in a custom velvet cushion was what certainly looked like a set of Goddess armor. Blue oricalcum with delicate swirls of adamantite and crystals of mythril bound with magic to a white silk bodysuit. “I’ve never seen one in person…” he replied as he looked at what might be one of twelve such pieces of equipment in Zenith if not the world. Crafted by Hamur god of the forge at the behest of HaZel Goddess of magic for her most loyal servants, any who donned the gear had the blessing of the goddess conferred upon them. It was not any surprise at all when the half-elf stripped naked on the spot praying to the goddess as she prepared to don the gear. “Where is the…?” he pondered before spotting the clean white mask and cowl which completed the outfit in a recess of the lid.


Completing her prayer Lian began to pull on the outfit and Justicar tried and failed to avert his gaze as she slipped her feet into the boots that tightened around her legs hugging clean up to her thighs. As she slipped her hands into the gauntlets that fastened of their own will. It was only as the zipper of the body suit and the straps of breastplate fastned that Justicar realized something was wrong. It occurred to him as Lian lifted the mask and cowl over her head slipping it on that suits he had read about in books were called forth from a magical amulet not donned like common garb. As the clasp on the choker about her neck met it’s partner from the cowl there was a flash. 


“Oh thank goodness.” came Lian’s voice paired with another. “It has been such a long time since I had a body to exploit.” Justicar watched as the colors of the suit shifted. The white becoming a peachy flesh tone. The red gems becoming red eyes, the blue armor becoming thick black demon scales with the golden trim becoming vibrant lime streaks. The mask split open revealing the long tongue of the suits true form a deviously cunning mimic. “oh what a lovely maiden.'' The mimic taunted and Justicar saw the mimic’s flesh shift about no doubt stroking Lian’s body. “Oh I shall take my time enjoying this flesh… but as for you I think I'll just devour you.” But justicar was nothing if not swift, a flick of the wrist and a packet of flash powder made good his escape.

Cursing himself for a fool he ran further up a staircase finding himself in a cellar of all places. “I swear I-i’m going to petition the duke, the king, and the gods themselves to ban this kind of non-” 


Justicar silenced himself and scrambled for cover scaling a stone pillar as a wet heavy slapping sound reached his ears. The source of the noise swiftly revealed itself as a Pink hued slime that was rolling through this dungeon. The translucent blob was half full of clothing which Justicar recognized as the gear of the Archer he had arrived with. There was no sign of the archer. Justicar grimaced at the thought of said archers' fate until he noted something very strange. The gear inside this strange slime was being transmuted. The boxers became lacy panties before his eyes, a huntsman's tunic into dancers crop top, the leather boots into long socks.  Knowing that slimes transformed and dissolved clothes last the fate of the archer might not be so gruesome if a tad more humiliating. 


Justicar waited until the slime had moved out of ear shott and bolted for the nearest door he wanted out of this building pronto. That same door however lead him past an almost empty row of cells one of which was occupied by a pantherine Beastkin woman happily licking her own sex and mewling with pleasure. Justicar was now fairly certain at what had happened to the archer.


Emerging from the dungeon he was once more in the castle's grand foyer. And he was not alone. 


“Hello.” the kindly looking old man in the voluminous pink and red robes said. His hair had probably once been black and streaks of that still remained in the silvery mane that hung off his shoulders down his back and merged with the impressive bread that went all the way to his waist. His face was weathered and wrinkled in the way of someone who smiled often. He was hunched over a cane due to his age but the cane itself was a carved ornamental thing.


Justicar froze because if the words “Wizard who did it!” had manifested above the man's head it would scarcely have made it more obvious that this old man was to blame for the madness. “Why?” Justicar asked, not even sure what he meant by it.

“Oh you know, just a friendly greeting.” the old man replied, stepping closer even as Justicar reached to his waist taking hold of his Katars. “Don’t seem to get many visitors these days. Though I suppose living as far out of town as I do, that's not shocking.”


Justicar hesitated, relaxing his grip away from his weapons. “Probably on account of all the monsters here.” he said, watching the man closely.

“Oh gods dammit what?”  The man said his mood shifted from pleasant to annoyed with alarming speed. 


“Did you not notice?” Justicar asked. 

“Fucking hell i’m getting to old for this... hold on a moment.” the old man straightened up holding his cane high. His eyes lit up from within. “I Am Erosorcus, Grandmaster of Eromancy, by my dominion of this land do i contain all ye the fruits of my research to chambers once more!” he declared thumping the floor with his cane releasing a pink wave of energy.  The wizard almost immediately dropped back to his hunched pose clutching his cane. “My apologies, my age has weakened many of my spells and my research and trinkets from old grow restless.” Erosorcus said. “Let us go do what we can for your friends and I shall write a note to one of my apprentices to come replace me.”


Justicar nodded numbly. “Alright, so the first one that I think needs actual help is…”