--- --- Week 1 - Day 1 - Saturday, 3rd Day of the Seventh Month --- ---

The crystal cube was showing activity.
Only two people were watching however, everyone else had been sent away. One was Elior Rellan, the elven cleric of Mirula, and the other was the personal maid of the young lady Kairan.

Even through the murky red liquid they saw the hand that brushed the clear crystal surface. Then the other hand joined it, it seemed that the hidden figure was testing her crystal prison.

Suddenly a fist hit the crystal.

Elior had been ready to use her mace to shatter the crystal, when a small fist broke through it from the inside. The newly made hole and cracks spilled red fluid onto the floor and she was glad the floor had been made with drains.

The smell of blood filled the laboratory quickly and she saw the maid grimace and step away from the streams of red running towards the various drains.

Again, a small fist tore through the crystal and enlarged the hole.

A head covered in red emerged from the remaining fluid. Two small hands held onto the edges of the crystal. Two animal ears peaked from a messy mop of hair that was soaked in red. Hacking wet coughs were heard as the liquid in the lungs of the tubed person were cleared of liquid. Speaking softly but haltingly the red figure requested "Tell the jerk behind the wall to go away. I will not leave until he is gone."

"Who do you mean my dear? There is nobody here but us." Elior replied. "You must be confused."

"I woke in a tube of something like blood, my stomach is filled with it and there is someone spying on us from over there." She broke a piece of crystal off and threw it near the spying hole. "The next one goes into your eyes jerk."

Elior approached the wall and checked the spot near where the wet red smear was.

"I have found the spyhole, seems our watcher has left. I think it was your father."

"Really? I seriously doubt that. He felt annoying, repulsive, evil and scary to me." The figure broke free from the tube by widening the hole, and fell through the whole in a tangled heap. "Ouch … I think I got my legs tangled in my hair?"

"Please prepare a bath for her" Elior commanded the maid.

"Wait a moment Mistress, I will call for a bath." the maid bounced from the room.

Elior sighed and helped the girl on the floor untangle her wet hair from her body. "You seem surprisingly cognizant for someone who should have had her soul destroyed. You can speak, you clearly have sharp senses and you are clearly stronger than you should be." Elior helped her sit on a stool away from the crystal shards. "I have to make sure [Detect Evil]"

"I don't sense evil off you. But it was said that none of the detection spells work on you." Elior readied her mace.

"I am a Shrine Maiden of Tamano no Mae. I am claimed by her fluffiness. I am also not ready to die again so you can fulfil some duty you think you have because you don't understand. I don't know what you know about the me from before, but now? I am Epic." She stated it as a fact, a fact that meant that she was not worried. A fact that she was beyond the realm of normal people. She shook herself flinging red droplets everywhere. "My hair tangled around my tail, give me a moment." She started untangling the soaked red mess from the tail.

Elior was suddenly very unsure. The figure was smaller than she had been, she was a different race and was clearly more confident then she had any right to be. She was currently tilting her head and trying to remove more of the red liquid from her ears. "There is something on your neck. I think it is purple. There is some pattern at the front." she bent forward taking a closer look. "I think that is the Nine-Tails symbol you have at the front right at your throat."

"Would make sense, I belong to her after all, say … do you know my name?" The figure, that looked as if taken from a massacre, asked.

"You are Lady Zaria van Kairan, Daughter of Duke Kairan. I am Elior Rellan, a cleric of Mirula in employ of Duke Aschen." Elior explained.

"Zaria sounds right, Kairan however feels something between disgusting, a burden and like the only thing that matters … this is a weird feeling. Maybe a bit of pride? But then again also a feeling of helplessness." She looked around. "Do you see a towel or something like that?"

Elior sighed "Your maid should be back soon. I hope she remembers to bring a bathrobe or something to cover you." Elior decided that she could do nothing about her charge right now. She was clearly guarded.

"I feel nothing towards you actually, not even apathy but nothing. Mirula does not wake any feeling in me either. That maid that was in here before. She felt safe, familiar and annoying." Zaria mentioned. "One moment I am going to be sick." She bent over a drain and vomited red fluid, she retched and coughed. "That stuff tastes vile, please tell me you have something to rinse my mouth with." She rubbed her tongue. "Or do you have a create water spell if we find anything to fill? And I think I am drying out, that feels disgusting."

"You look terrible too, I have seen cult massacres that looked less gory." And it was true.

The maid came back with a blanket. "Mistress your bath is ready, I prepared two more baths. Please stand up so we can wrap this around you."

Zaria complied and stretched, the other two in the room cringed as they heard her joints pop, even the matted tail stretched. And made popping noises. She wrapped herself in the blanket and turned towards the door when Elior picked her up and carried her out.

"You know I could walk, I think."

"I don't trust you not to stumble and hit your head, your memory is bad enough as it is."

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The bath was empty aside of the maid and the figure in the blanket, the maid had shooed the cleric out. Rather forcefully too.

"I was told my name is Zaria. What is yours and why are you the one attending to me?" Zaria asked as she dropped the blanket and tested the water temperature.

"My position is your personal maid, my name is Cibelle."

"That is a rather weird name for a Drow." Zaria remarked as she stepped into the hot water.

Cibelle froze for a moment. "What do you mean Mistress? I am a High Elf."

Zaria stared, then facepalmed. "Sorry, I have the sight." She slid lower into the water so that only her face was left uncovered. "I guess the old me didn't know. Are you supposed to be a danger to myself or my subjects?"

"I have no idea what you mean my Mistress, I am only your maid."

"That is fine then. And I am not a fox-girl. I am a kitsune of Tamano no Mae. I always have true seeing. Now tell me what your hair colour is actually like, eyes and skin too please."

"My hair is blonde and my eyes are blue. My skin is fair and pale."

"Did you have to go from dark skinned, white haired and red eyed stereotype to stereotype high elf?" Zaria complained.

"I have no idea why you would say that Mistress."

"Fine be that way." Zaria sunk completely into the red water. It looked like a tub full of blood.

A little later just as Cibelle was about to pull her up, Zaria rose from the red coughing up red water. "Sorry, but I wanted to get the rest out of my lungs, hearing the red liquid in the lungs when you talk is annoying and itches and irritates." She checked the water. "Next tub and I am feeling hungry."

"Very well Mistress, after you are in the next tub, I will get you a bowl of soup." Cibelle declared.

Zaria left the tub and dried off, she stepped into the next tub and let herself float. This time the water only turned pinkish and was still transparent. As she floated she raised her arm and stared at her hand. "White." It was a white, small and slim hand. It looked strange, unfamiliar, foreign and wrong.

The body she was in was all wrong, she was way smaller, suddenly female, drained of colours, very slender and had a fluffy tail. The fluffy tail was the only good part. She had a hot Drow maid and no dick to enjoy with.

Finally, there was the biggest elephant in the room. She was a freaking level 531. If this was really a D&D world, then Challenge Ratings ranged from 1/10 to about 50 unless it was mayor enemies that were world class or major demon and Gods. What the hell was she going to do?

"Mistress your soup … is here?" Cibelle greeted.

"I am white, an Albino." Zaria mumbled.

Cibelle rolled the trolley next to the tub. "You really are white now, and it looks like most of that …"

"Gunk?"

"That works." Cibelle agreed. "Is off, now sit up Mistress, we need to wash you everywhere."

"No touching the tail!" Zaria tilted her head. "Eh? Weird, new instincts I guess, tail is probably something special. You may wash my back though. Now hand me that soup, I can still taste that slimy and metallic gunk."

Cibelle allowed herself a smile, the language changed a bit, the body changed a lot but the annoyance and ordering her around were the same. "Here you go Mistress." She handed over the bowl and took a flannel to scrub her Mistress back. "Do you wish to keep your hair this long?"

"Somehow … when I think of someone cutting it, I feel like killing that someone, slowly and painfully?" Zaria ate a spoonful. "Tastes good, need more meat though. I am just confusing myself by trying to figure out what is going on with my mind."

"If you say so Mistress."

"Yes, I do."

"Please eat slowly."

"Meh"

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It took three hours, four baths and two bowls of meaty soup until Cibelle was satisfied at how clean Zaria was and the shine of the skin and hair.

"You are an albino." Elior remarked.

Zaria looked at her hair and skin. "Seems I am." she pulled up her hair. "That seems to be ankle length hair … that is rather long. Then there is the tail and the ears, I did not have those before I think … or did I?"

"No Mistress you did not, you were a normal human with black hair, now you lost colour and your body build changed. You need a completely new wardrobe ..." The 'not Drow' maid was hovering. As they were in Zaria's bedroom. Zaria had been placed on the bed.

"Is that over there my spellbook?" Zaria asked. Asked as she was clenching and unclenching her fist.

"Yes Mistress, please don't read it now, you need to sleep and rest. Tomorrow you should be able to read and probably your familiar should be back." The maid chided seriously.

"Fine, I feel like a nap … are you going to stay and continue staring?" Zaria asked Elior.

"I shall remain tonight in case you have nightmares." Elior responded.

"Get in the bed then."

"Ehh?/What?"

"Huge bed, three people, sleepover." Zaria explained slowly.

"Mistress that is your bed!"/"That is not proper!"

Cibelle and Zaria stared at Elior.

"Do you think she is too innocent or a pervert?" Zaria asked Cibelle.

"Pervert, I will be hiding behind you Mistress." Cibelle took a few steps away from Elior.

"Do you think she will only attack you? Oh wait, think she is racist and prefers other High Elves over everyone else?"

"What? No no!" Elior was shaking her head.

"Ah so you are going to attack both of us!"

"No, I won't attack anyone!"

"What, are we not good enough for you?"

"What? Yes, you are, you are unearthly beautiful."

"Cibelle, I am hiding behind you this time."

"But Mistress you are unnaturally beautiful, your skin is very soft too."

"I am sleeping alone after all. Elior you can have Cibelle."

"Mistress you traitor."

"What no! I don't want her!"

"My maid is not good enough for you? You have Very high standards."

"You know what they say about Clerics, might be because I am not her sister."

"Ehh no wait That is not true. I don't have the hots for my sister!"

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Glossary has D&D 3.5 Game and Rule Information
https://www.scribblehub.com/series/69709/lets-explore-and-enjoy/glossary/
Discord Link
https://discord.gg/chtmk3t
Character Sheets
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1sJdLJ_NUhYLzvsVnnyeNTjpE-X5ksjBw?usp=sharing

Spoiler

Dramatis Personae (quick Character overview on who, where, what, contains spoilers)
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1oyEHE2l_FYYl6Q2iaj6e3BQmbbHpnZIAVja59T4i-xM/edit?usp=sharing
Timeline (which mc did what where and when, massive spoilers)
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1TD7tSrDjTnwvTyqV3OtvJzoxzxzLtvhlZY3LtGplkvI/edit?usp=sharing

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Various Poll Results:
The Maid is now a Drow Sorceress Level 2, it was a really close vote between drow and bunny.
I'll Poll about Plot ideas when I have too many ideas and when I want help with Characters.

I need Character concepts for various Characters, if you have ideas please join the discord or PM me.

What is her familiar?
1: Arctic Fox: Where did that come from? Why is one here? (+3 Move Silently)
2: Black Cat: Basic for a villainess. (+3 Move Silently)
3: Fox: Well, maybe that was a prophecy kind of thing? (+2 Reflex Saves)
4: Owl: A bird of night for a villainess. (+3 Spot)
5: Raven: A nice black ominous bird. (+3 Appraise)
6: Tiny Viper: A snake for a former snake? (+3 Bluff)