AN: Right, I don't have any internet atm so I had to upload this over my phone if there is any problems with the chapter blame that.

"Speech: Halkeginian"

'Thoughts/telepathy'

'Spells and the like'

"Speech: Common"

"Speech: Draconic"

TAoM: Louise's Room

Louise is at the moment in deep thought about what has happened earlier on the way back from the capital. She knew Raskreia was a good mage, nay a great mage. But now she understood that she still underestimated the elf. It did not take the woman even an moment to take out over a dozen armed men and she did not even have to incant for a single spell, not that she could tell anyway.

One of the spells she cast was baffling to the extreme to the Halkeginian. It had no element that she could tell. Unless there was a never heard off before element of rubbery tentacles.

Now she is even more determined to learn from Raskreia her type of magic.

'Speaking of her. Where is she?'

TAoM: Kitchens

After coming back from the capital, a visit that was mostly uneventful (to her) she immediately headed for the kitchens. It has nothing to do with the fact that she and Felniir were hungry, not at all.

On the way she met a quite downcast looking Siesta with whom she exchanged a few pleasant words of greeting but parted ways when soon when Felniir all but dragged her off towards the promise of food.

"Good going. You made me forget to give her the dress I had bought for her as a present."

"Eat now, presents later. You were not the one to walk all the way to town and back"

"Fine."

Finishing the brief conversation they both enter the kitchens, and she immediately spots the chef who also notices her enter, unlike last time. "Hey, boss. Could I use your kitchen again, I brought my own ingredients this time, so don't worry about that."

"I don't see why not, it is still a while till we will need to use it ourselves so feel free to, as long as you leave everything the way you found it. Also keep that cat out of here."

"Oh don't worry about Felniir, she is as clean and well behaved as any one of us, and only slightly more arrogant than the local nobles." This statement earned her a swipe of the tigers tail and an irate chuff.

It does however also have the effect of making Marteu laugh. "Alright, I will take your word for it, but if she gets into the way of things she is out."

A short while cooking, a few compliments, and wary glances by passing staff members later Raskreia was sitting at a table eating a piece of steak, with Felniir next to her eating the same but hers was quite a bit more bloody.

After a while Marteu actually sits across from her with a steaming mug of presumably tea.

"How come you always come here to make your own food, doesn't your 'master'" he says the last word with obvious distaste, the same way that she used it the other day "- feed you properly?"

"Oh no, well that too I suppose, but my favourite food is the food I prepared myself."

Marteu frowns slightly for a moment but smiles "Hah, a woman after my own tastes, no pun intended."

He then hears something that sounds surprisingly like chuckling from the tigress, and his eyes widen when actual words come out of its maw, albeit words in a language he knows not.

"I can assure you she, tastes terrible." Getting a slight glare from Raskreia

"I am not even sure what I am supposed to say in response to that you fur-ball."

Marteu ignoring the woman's retort for the most part just asks what is on his mind right now "Did that tiger just talk?"

"I did" "She did", both look at each other for a moment before smiling at the other, as best as their respective anatomies allow." Felniir is not your everyday tigress, as a matter of fact she has about the same intelligence as a normal human. She sadly does not know this lands language, but I had cast a spell on her earlier that will at least let her understand it, wont allow her to speak it however."

"I see, you get more and more interesting Mi Lady. I take it she is your familiar then?"

"No, she is not. Where I come from not every mage has a bound familiar. I am one of those that doesn't. Felniir is merely a good friend and companion, and occasional mount, don't ask me why but I don't trust horses enough to ride on one. Of course having a tiger companion comes also with the added bonus of having a 400pound murder machine on your side."

Marteu just laughs "I can already see her chasing off any overly friendly men trying to woo you."

"Nah that's not needed, my other companions already create this barrier of inapproachability around me." She states with a cheery smile as she remembers one of the many evenings their group had spent at a local tavern, most men that would have approached her generally backed down when they noticed a dwarf and a half-elf both wearing full-plate and armed to the teeth. The fact that she was quite obviously a half dragon helped quite a bit too. It was quite funny, after she got used to it, to be accused by ignorant village people of being a demon or the like behind her back.

"Oh? Other companions?" By the look in his eyes he had other ideas of what she meant with companions than she did.

"Travelling companions, people with whom I went on many an adventure, my family away from my actual family. No romantic feelings involved." 'Not like I could fall for Zarhon anyway, he isn't the type to settle down anyways. Thorgal is like a brother, so he is right out from the get go. And Kwalin is already married 'nuff said about that.'

The chef got a sympathetic look on his face "You miss them don't you?" To which Raskreia merely shrugs "A bit. Not like I can't go visit them any time I want. But most of them are a bit too busy for real adventures lately. Which is also the main reason why I decided to stay around here for a while, this place is new to me, and I love new things."

Not deciding to press what she meant by being able to visit them whenever she wants he instead goes for another route. "Tell me a bit about your companions, why have they been so busy lately for example."

Humming lightly to herself Raskreia goes over to one of the stoves and sets up a pot of tea.

As she does Felniir decides to leave for now, not really interested in being cooped up in a room for so long, scaring quite a few staff members in the process.

"Well we have Zarhon. He is a bard by trade, he is godly with that violin of his, and a superb singer to boot. He is trained in infusing his music with magic, boosting morale in battle or casting spells with music. He is the least busy of the three, he has recently fulfilled his dream of opening a bards college, which basically means he funded the building of the thing and now struts around it proclaiming to be headmaster. He and I are quite alike personality wise actually, and he wouldn't wear anything less than silk or at the very least fine cotton even if it were the last cloth on the planet. Used to be the child of a noble but his family got disgraced for various reasons. I think he still wants to eventually get a noble title, but its not at the top of his priority list." Marteu cant help but imagine him to be much like the local nobles, arrogant and snobbish, but then he remembers that she said that they were both very similar in personality and banishes the image from his mind.

"Next is Kwalin, he is actually a dwarf, so stout, broad and mean, with a heart of gold to those that manage to worm their way in, but even then quite cynical." The chef's eyes widen a bit at the proclamation of her companion being an actual dwarf, they were the stuff of legend after all "He is a Cleric of the Dwarven god Torag, god of craftsmanship. Which means that Kwalin is one of the best smiths I have ever seen, he makes masterwork weapons and armour as easily as some others make a shovel or a hoe. He, that is his order of clerics, is however not only devoted to crafting, they are also devoted to fighting any evil creatures they come across. He in particular spent a long time as a witch hunter, rooting out cults to evil gods, and the like. He quite often served as the voice of reason to our entire group, almost like an uncle. He has now somewhat settled down after he had married and opened small forge a forge. The latter of which only really there to pass time in my opinion." A bit disturbed at the Heresy of a god other than Brimir but otherwise interested he nods at her to continue.

"And lastly we have Thorgal, he was adopted quite early in his life by a wealthy merchant, tried studying to become a mage, failed miraculously, and got taken as a squire to a paladin knight instead." A apprentice to a knight then? Interesting, no he was a travelling companion to Raskreia, meaning that he probably was dismissed or disgraced after all a noble wouldn't go 'adventuring' "He joined us and during our travels he earned his knighthood quite early on actually, see he started adventuring because for knights of Iomedae you can only be knighted if you have actual field experience. He had been there with us through it all his sword slew many a beast and foul creature, his hammer crushed many a monstrosity. Quite friendly and outgoing, he is pretty much like a brother to me. And the longer we travelled the higher he rose in his orders ranks through battle achievements, two years ago he actually got promoted to knight commander, there is only one of those per country in the order. Now all he has time to do is fill out mountains upon mountains of paperwork."

So basically her group consisted of her, a fallen noble, a noble and a dwarf is what Marteu thought. 'Well they certainly sound like an interesting bunch.'

Outside

Felniir was walking, or more like stalking, through the halls of the academy, generally she cares little for the buildings of humans, or dwarves for that matter, as they have this insistence to make as much as possible out of stone, why cant they make the floor out of something more comfortable to her paws… like wood. But she was in a world she had not been in yet, and wanted to familiarized herself a bit with the surroundings.

She contemplated for a bit on how she got to were she was today.

She was born in captivity, trained to be a beast of war, then eventually bought by Raskreia.

She had done this at the time because of a weird dislike of horses she always had, and a fascination for tigers that she got long ago reading one of the arch-druids books.

They had spent almost a year like that, during which that outbreak of undeath happened. And Raskreia did not want to force her to fight against undead without a choice in the matter. So Rask being herself had asked the arch-druid residing in her home village if he could 'Awaken' her. She skipped right past the possibility of simply casting a 'Speak with animals' and went right for 'Awaken'. And well… a day later she had been "awake" for the first time in her life. It was honestly a shock to a degree. But oh well, after a hiccup here and there they got to their current state of friendship. It also seems like the ritual had expanded her life expectancy quite significantly for she had almost not aged at all since that day almost 50 years ago. She did age, just very slowly, perhaps at the same rate as the elf that had cast the spell, which would mean she would be around for quite some time yet.

Focusing on her surroundings once more lest she collide with anyone or anything she resumes what she had been doing before going into a mental visit to the past.

The students and staff thankfully gave her a wide berth, not knowing why there was a tiger roaming the grounds, as none of them had summoned one, at least not a white one, but assuming it was the familiar of some visiting mage most likely.

She had seen quite a few other animals, some she knew, others reminded her of things she knew, like that mentally impaired cousin of a beholder she had spotted. Some she had to look twice to see if she was not imagining things, like a young (most likely a relative statement) blue dragon. Now she knew that chromatic dragons were not all evil, just the WAST majority. But seeing one of the great beasts that even devils and demons loathe to cross act almost like an overgrown dog with a petite looking human girl was not something one saw every day.

'Must just be some form of lesser drake, no way in the nine hells would even a young Darastrixi act like that.'

She also saw the red haired girl, whom she now knew a Kirche from overhearing someone call her that, she had met when she got here. By her side was her familiar, a flame lizard they for some reason called a salamander. She had fought salamanders before and this thing wasn't one, curse those flame serpents for singing her bellowed fur. Kirche waved at here in greeting when she saw her, which she returned with a nod then moved on.

Then she came upon a peculiar sight while on her way back towards the kitchen.

The maid Raskreia mentioned that she offered to pay for an apprenticeship for was being led of by two, somewhat lightly, armoured men and a snobbish looking man leading. The poor girl looked very sad and downtrodden, while the snob looked incredibly satisfied, not even trying to hide the lustful glances he occasionally sweep over the girl.

Coming to the conclusion that what ever is currently is happening was not in favour of the maid, nor of her free will. Quickly judging that her own chances against two men who had, judging by the quality of the things, non magical equipment, as well as a lone mage were still in her favour, provided she got the jump on the mage.

She crept around them a bit outside of their peripheral vision to get a better angle, then started to all out sprint.

With Siesta

Today was terrible for the young maid, after having met Raskreia in the morning she had been notified that her contract had been bought by a local lord. Count Mott. She of course knew the rumours surrounding the man, and she was afraid, very much so. And by the looks he constantly gave her, and the looks of resignation and pity from the guards, they were most likely true.

She couldn't possibly refuse his request either, to do so would be an insult to the noble. Which would lead to her losing her job eventually, and her family most likely being ruined. She had to endure for her family, she just had to. And only a day after that wonderful offer Raskreia had made her, she could still have accepted the offer and ask the woman if she could help her family from being ruined, but she could not ask something so selfish after already being offered so much.

She almost did plead for help when she had met her not an hour ago, but did not want to endanger her by having her interfere with local nobles business.

She had accepted her fate, and was now led towards the counts carriage by him and two of his guards.

Suddenly however a white blur shot past her and the guards, right at the count.

The unsuspecting man stood no chance to stay upright as almost five-hundred pounds of sprinting cat slammed into him. It was only by luck, and skill of the cat, that he had broken non of his bones at the impact. Now he however had a very big feline standing on top of him snarling into his face.

The guards move to help but any movement by anyone other than the maid had the beast snarling once more, even the tiniest twitch from the downed count would not be missed.

As such there were uncertain guards standing to the there, frantic and horrified maid between them, gawping students to the side, stock still count beneath angry tiger.

This was the scene both Osmond, Colbert and Raskreia came to see when they arrived almost simultaneously five minutes later.

Osmond was the first there, by a fraction, and as such the first to "Whoever that familiar belongs to call it off right now!"

Pushing through the crowd of students Raskreia reaches inside the large circle they had formed around the spectacle.

"Bloody cat, get off the man before you, or we, get bombarded by spells" ignoring the looks of confusion the surrounding people gave her when she used such an unfamiliar language, or their nervous shivers at the sound of it, she stood there waiting for Felniir to release the man from beneath her.

After several tense seconds and one last snarl, the tigress does eventually steps off of the man who immediately springs up, and behind his guards, wand drawn.

"What is the meaning of this, is that your familiar?" Shouts a incredibly red faced count, whether from anger or embarrassment from being brought low by a 'lowly beast' is anyone's guess.

Raskreia offers the man only a short glance as she quickly scans over the scene, noticing Siesta's presence as well as her distressed appearance , and the miffed looks Felniir is shooting her and the slightly angry looks she is sending at the count. Sighing at the fact that she will most likely have to leave this world, or at least country, very soon she addressed the very same tigress.

"Care to tell me what was going on?"

"I'm just protecting your potential investments, if you want details ask your 'fellow humans'."

Turning to the count who had previously asked her a question, who now was a mix of anger and confusion (mostly because of the talking big cat) she finally addresses the man himself.

"My tiger says she had been, and I quote 'protecting my potential investment'. I assume with that she means the maid your guards are standing around of. Care to explain the reason of yours to, by the looks of it, apprehend her?"

"Just who do you think I am, or you are? I am the royal messenger, I work in the service of the crown. My name is Count de Mott, Mott the wave. And I will have you know that there will be dire consequences for what happened today."

"Lovely, I am Baroness I-don't-really-care-who-you-are, imperial enforcer of you-have-not-answered-my-question and High Lord of I-too-can-list-many-titles-that-will-hold-little-meaning-to-you. In all seriousness though, I will apologize for my companions actions if given a reason to do so, so far I have her word against none of yours, not very good odds for you I would say."

An increasingly red faced Mott takes a deep breath to calm himself and keep himself from attacking the, most likely, foreign noblewoman in front of him. "I see you are taking this not seriously, I will not however answer to a nameless person. Tell me your name and I will consider answering you."

"Fine, I am Raskreia. Charmed, truly."

"No last name? So you are a commoner then? How dare a lowly commoner such as you treat me such as this?" He went right back to his completely red face.

"I wouldn't call myself common, but I am no part of the nobility you so value either. As for me not having a last name, my name is Raskreia and Raskreia is who I am, my people have no need of last names, as no two names are the same, you will find no other Raskreia among my people. Of course I realize that such will only work in small communities, but nevertheless I carry no last name as per tradition, at best I may attach a title I earn through life to my name." 'Of which I earned a few but none translate very well from elvish or draconic sadly.'

"So not only a commoner but also a country bumpkin. But I shall humour you, I am escorting my newly acquired maid, I have bought her contract just earlier." he now is visibly calmer and had put on a snobby air. "Since you are a commoner I could have you hung for this you know, sending your pet to attack a noble is a grave offence after all. I just might forgive you if you work for me as well I could always use another maid."

Raskreia and Felniir both have to fight back a scoff as the former turns to regard Siesta and casts a silent and still 'Telepathic bond' connecting Her, Siesta and Felniir.

'Be not alarmed Siesta, I have merely forged a telepathic bond between us momentarily to give us a chance to talk in private. I take it you have decided to decline my offer then? Merely think something with the intention of me hearing it and I will.'

The maid does the equivalent of a mental gasp but answers regardless 'I- yes I will have to decline I have no choice but to accept to work for the count.'

'Nonsense, you always have a choice. Mind you sometimes those choices are merely a collection of bad ones, it is our lot in life to find the least terrible ones.'

'You are right, I had a choice. I could have declined him and taken your offer, my family would have suffered for it however and I cannot accept that.'

'Alright then, I think I know what is going on then. Tell me a bit about this count will you?'

'He is very unpopular, he is rumoured to collect pretty young women to serve as maids in his mansion to use as concubines. Said rumours are almost certainly true as basically all of the maids who no longer work there adamantly refuse to talk about their time there.'

'Ah, corrupt noble then? Say no more I know what to do.'

Raskreia then mentally cuts the connection between them. As the conversation was carried out mentally at the speed of thought it had taken ten maybe fifteen seconds, in which Rask stood there as if in silent contemplation or in shock. She shakes her head a bit to get the slight after-effects of a telepathic bond out and turns to the expectant count.

"Well my lord, how about a little wager. How about both I and my tiger, as we stand here right now, do battle against you and your two guards, you can even call another two guards if you wish. The prize if you win will be I myself, as well as any material wealth I may posses. If I win however I want the contract of Siesta and any one of your staff who whish for a transfer." This earned quite a few murmurs of shock by the surrounding audience, however quite a few of them had not forgotten her 'battle' against Guiche either. A Certain Red-head was quite eager to see Raskreia in action once more.

Mott frowns deeply "And why pray tell should I accept? Those terms are not favourable for me, if I lose I risk loosing serving staff. Yet if I win I only gain you and a questionable amount of wealth."

"Hmm, I see your point I suppose. How about I give you an example then. See that collar around Felniir? That is a collar made out of a material known as mithril, it, in raw material alone, is worth over a thousand gold pieces in my homeland. As far as I have heard this material cannot be found in these lands, as such has the potential of being worth substantially more." A great many more murmurs break out as they all eye the unsuspecting silvery-green collar around the tigers neck.

Mott too is shocked for a moment, and while he doubts she is actually truthful in what she is claiming, even if the collar were to be made out of silver it would indicate that she had some form of wealth if the way she dressed and the fact that she could use a few pounds of silver on a mere collar for her pet. Besides if he refused the duel he would be seen as a coward for not standing up to a uppity commoner. Besides there was no way a mere commoner, no matter how well dressed, could best a triangle mage such as him, not to mention he would have his guards too.

Colbert was about to step to prevent this, but was stopped by a hand from the headmaster. The headmaster wanted to see the extend of the power held by a familiar of the void, which this woman is one of if his suspicions are correct.

"Very well, I will amuse you commoner, I accept your challenge and your terms. The 'fight' shall be held right here and now, I do not require additional guards." As he states this the surrounding people back off further, especially those that have seen or heard of Raskreia's 'duel' against Guiche, and his guards get into a readied position eying the tiger warily.

"Alright then, your choice. Someone do a countdown." She mentally prepares to cast a 'haste' on herself and Felniir as soon as the duel begins.

On the sidelines everyone is watching anxiously as professor Colbert steps forth to herald the start of the fight. A certain blue and red head are watching in eager anticipation to see further examples of their new acquaintances magic. The maid because of whom this started in the first place is nervously hoping for Raskreia to come out of this in one piece. Even the kitchen staff had come to watch what caused such a commotion, Marteu was somewhat worried for the woman he had come to respect to a degree. And lastly a rather pissed of pink haired mage is trying to push through the crowd to berate her stupid familiar for her actions.

"Combatants get ready, start at the count of three. 1… 2… 3." No sooner had the last word left his mouth Raskreia had already had herself and Felniir hasted, the latter of whom was now meeting the two guards in a counter charge. The first was instantly knocked to the ground as the big ball of fur jumped at him with enough force to send him into blissful unconsciousness when he hit his on the ground. The other guard tried to stab the big cat in retaliation but was dodged by a entirely too fast cat.

Count Mott no longer underestimating the woman in front of him, as she was what seemed to be a mage, started casting a spell to take care of the tiger. Then he and his remaining guard could take her out easily.

After a short chant he a summoned a relatively small amount of water from a nearby fountain and sent it at the angry feline in a strong torrent. To his surprise however said feline was barely pushed back ten feet from where it originally stood and was now focusing on him instead. But with the cat out of his way the remaining guard had a clear path toward the opposing mage, and if he could get to her he could prevent her from casting magic, allowing the count to take care of that blasted cat, or so was his plan.

What actually happened was that once he got within range of the woman and went to stab her with his spear she simply sidestepped him grabbed his extended spear and gave it a strong tug, strong enough to actually break his hold on the weapon.

Suddenly, to the surprise of Raskreia, the runes on her hand began to glow slightly, and she suddenly knew exactly just how she had to wield the spear she now held. Not only this, but all the muscles in her body tightened like springs ready to explode into action. She had felt like this once or twice before, it felt almost exactly like when she was under the influence of the spell 'Transformation' but had a slight, or actually quite large, difference. She still felt the ability to cast magic. Grinning at the though of these runes actually being useful (and the fact that she is going to have something to do in trying to recreate them) she gets into a fighting position with the spear worthy of any master. 'Well actually lets us not get ahead of ourselves with that, Thorgal and so could Kwalin could still beat me green and blue with a spear.'

The guard on the other hand only has a moment to contemplate his predicament as his spear's shaft is slammed into his chest with enough force to break off the wood, and send him coughing and wheezing to the ground.

Raskreia looking slightly apologetically at the guard on the floor before throwing the remnants of the spear to the ground sniffing in distaste at the poor craftsmanship of the thing.

Mott for his part is now quite nervous as he is now the one outnumbered, but his pride wont allow him to back off, instead he presses on summoning several icicles from the water he had previously summoned and hurling them at the two in front of him. Felniir takes several glancing blows staining parts of her pure with fur red with blood, Raskreia however gets also hit but all either shatter mid-air just short from impaling her, those that pass her invisible armour are significantly slowed by having to first penetrate through the 'Mage armour' and as such could not break through her supernaturally tough skin. The cold however does do slight damage to her, even through her natural resistance to it from her Aasimar nature. Nothing to be concerned about however for the time being.

"Stand back Felniir, ill take care of him, wouldn't want to gang up on the poor man now would be."

At Raskreia's words Felniir takes up a less aggressive posture but is no less on guard against attacks.

"Well now my dear Count just you and me, I would suggest you step up your game or you will soon find you have lost."

The taunt obviously got under the man's skin as he grows quite red in the face, almost purple even "You think because you can cast a bit wind magic, and because you and your pet took out my guards, you can best me, a triangle class mage?" as he says that he starts a chant and summons all the water available in the fountain. "My runic name is The wave, and this should show you how I have gained this name." then the water surges forth in a large wave toward Raskreia.

"Well, shit… and I'm not wearing my swimsuit." She was about to evade the wave but realized that there was a amass of students still in range of where the wave will eventually hit. So evasion is out of the picture, even if the teachers, or maybe even the students might stop it in time she was not going to risk harm coming to a bunch of kids. Not to mention that both men that had been incapacitated were in the way of the wave. 'Wall of stone' 'man, I haven't cast this spell as much as today in quite a while.' Not a moment later the water crashed into the newly created wall, and since she had to cover a decent area with it, making it buckle, but it still held. If barely.

Felniir who could see that the wall might not hold, and would fall right on top of the men, still lying there, made a quick decision. She dashed up to each of them tossed the first up on her back, and dragged the other, still conscious one, kicking and flailing out of the way.

After the water subsided the wall finally had enough and fell, almost falling right on top of Raskreia who had to take a short jump backwards to avoid just that. After righting herself once more and brushing off the dust from herself.

"You… you could have hurt people with that. Are you bloody kidding me. ARE YOU? Apsu's tail your men were still in the way."

The anger in her voice made Mott unconsciously take a step back before regaining his composure. "They are all mages, they should be able to defend themselves."

"But you don't know this, and your men were both unable to evade and not mages."

"I pay them to protect me, this includes them protecting my property and honour. They should feel honoured to die if it ensures my victo-."The count suddenly couldn't move a single muscle in his body, he couldn't even breathe at the utterance of two simple words 'Constricting coils'

Meanwhile Felniir was getting a bit nervous 'Oh gods, that was not the right thing to say. I just might have to stop her from doing something she might regret.'

A visibly seething Raskreia walks- no, stalks -up to the suffocating man. "Truly, what a impeccable example of nobility. You disgust me, you well and truly disgust me. Scarcely ever have I seen anyone so pathetic." By now she was right in his face, and were he able to his eyes would have widened in fear.

She takes a glance at the still conscious guard who had his eyes filled with both shock and a certain amount of betrayal. The surrounding audience was backing up even further, realizing that at least one of the combatants cares not about them if it means that he wins. Then she turns back to the now nearly unconscious man.

With a sneer she dispels the spell holding him in place, making the man crumple to the floor grasping at his throat. She kicks away his wand and places a foot on his chest preventing him from rising. "Were this a duel to the death, and were there no children watching, you would have not lived past this day. Those that would sacrifice their own men nay, comrades, for personal gain or victory deserve not to live."

Still coughing Mott "W-who are you really. You must be a foreign noble."

"I already told you my name. But now listen to me, and listen well. I am quite the easygoing person. But there are a few things that really piss me off. You have just committed two of those, betrayal and endangering of children. Now you either surrender or I will make you."

Mott briefly had a look of confliction on his face but nevertheless answered "I- I surrender, you have won." Raskreia looks at him for several seconds and eventually takes her foot off of his chest, but gave him a kick into his ribs out of spite.

"Now then. Let us be off then, I want to collect my winnings." As she says that the two guards come up to her.

"Mi lady. If it would be alright could you take our contracts? We no longer wish to work for a man who would throw us away such as this."

Raskreia goes to immediately answer in the positive but realizes a blunder she had made in her haste to try and help people… she doesn't actually have any need for additional servants, never mind that she has no possessions that need tending nor guarding in this plane of existence. 'Damn it, me and my big mouth. Well cant very well take it back now, can I.'

Thinking for a moment, making the guards a bit nervous of her rejecting them.

'Alright think, everything you posses is either on Golarion or in your private plane. These people will not want to work in another reality most likely, and neither would they like to be stuck in a demiplane. How can I get work for them in this world… I GOT IT! But first I need to acquire some things here.'

"Alright, I will accept your work. But for the moment I do not have anything for you to guard. Not anywhere near here at any rate. But that will soon change if I have any say in it. For now I want you two to return to this guys manor and collect any and all people that want a change of employment. That done I want you to return here, oh and make me a list of people and their individual skills. Even if they don't seem relevant, for example wood- or stoneworking might not seem relevant but I want to know if they have any skill in it anyway."

"Of course, it will be done post-haste Mi Lady."

"Don't rush, take your time, take a week off for all I care, since I wont have anything for you to do right now anyways. Foreigner and all that."

"Thank you Mi Lady."

"And none of that Mi Lady stuff, just call me Raskreia or Miss if you really have to address me something formal, Mi Lady makes me feel old." The guards share a look, and nod at one-another then do a short bow before her and head off to carry out their orders.

Raskreia just turns around, looks at all the dumbfounded expressions of those watching, the downed count nursing a bruised rib, the contemplative look of the headmaster, a… interesting look on Kirche, blank stare on Tabitha, and lastly angry look on Louise.

She scratches the back of her head "Well… that was fun. Anyone know where I can buy some cheap property?"

Omake 1: Efficient Rask

"Combatants get ready, start at the count of three. 1… 2… 3." As soon as the words had left his mouth Raskreia had already cast 'Time stop' leisurely walked up to her opponents and put on manacles on each of their hands that she pulled out of god knows where.

No sooner was she than when she put the manacles on the count the normal flow of time reassumed. She then merely pushed Mott forward who promptly fell flat on his face.

Rask just looks uninterestedly at the count "I think that's a win for me."

Omake 2: Evil Rask

"Combatants get ready, start at the count of three. 1… 2… 3." 'Hellfire ray'

A blast of blood red fire blasts out of Raskreia's outstretched finger hitting Mott square in the chest, reducing his body to naught but ashes, with his soul hurling directly into hell.

With the count

Mott sits up straight and takes stock of his surroundings, he is within the streets of some form of city. Looking around he sees that almost none of the inhabitants are human, quite suitably unnerved by the number of eyes sticking to him he quickly stands up and walks up to a human woman.

"You there, woman, I demand you tell me where I am and how to get back to Tristain academy of magic from here." He sees her face jump from confusion, to shock then anger all of this directed at him.

"Just who do you think you are mortal to demand anything from me?" States the woman with now outstretched pitch black wings. "I think you will need some disciplining. And I will be the one to have the fun of doing it" She states as tightly grips a long silky piece of rope which snakes around Motts legs.

His shouts of protest as he is dragged of, and later screams of pain are largely ignored within the city of Dis. On the brighter side of things an Erinyes now has a plaything for the next few decades until she gets bored.

Omake 3: Vindictive Rask

"Combatants get ready, start at the count of three. 1… 2… 3." 'Polymorph any object' there was no grand wave of energy, no lightshow, no grand runes of power.

Instead where Count Mott once stood now stands Countess Mott. This caused a wave of confusion from everyone, and in the case of the new countess, shock. This allowed Raskreia to cast two more spells 'Quickened: Deeper darkness' a spell that cast a large area into nearly impenetrable darkness,followed by a spell she cast from a scroll, that she found in a cult of some deity the cultists only referred to as "She-Who-Thirsts" 'Penetrating tentacles.' The sounds that followed from the black void would plague (or bless) many a night to come for those that were present.

Omake 4: Chaos Champion Rask

"Combatants get ready, start at the count of three. 1… 2… 3." Immediately after the start of the duel Felniir went on the defensive, catching any and all spells and blows meant for Raskreia as she chants words that had brought doom to many worlds before. 'bY ThE wOrm-EYe tHat BLeEds iN alL tHe daRk pLaceS' As the first part of the horrid spell left her mouth in a tone that sounded as though a thousand mouths cry out in pain it seemed as if the very air gained a red tinge. The blood of Felniir, and one of the guards that had lost his jugular, that had been recently spilled started to boil. 'By tHe wOUnD ThAt NeVER hEaLS.' As she continued her chant it suddenly stared to rain. But it was indeed not water that fell from the sky to water the earth, but blood. By now everyone present tried to stop the madwoman from finishing her spell with any and all spells they might know, but tiger took them all, not dying to wounds that should by all accounts be lethal.

'I sUmmON tHEE, FrOM THE deepEst DarKEsT DePThs of ThE WARP…' suddenly the rain stopped, the blood that had been spilled no longer boiling, all sound had stopped suddenly as if reality itself quietly anticipated what horror would step into it. Those watching all had their own imagination of what would appear, a fair few imagining elves. None of them could possibly imagine the true nature of what they would soon see, or how far of the were in their speculations. For even their worst nightmares could never possibly do this creature justice

And then the seemingly thousands of voices that had chanted the spell combined into one single dreadful roar to announce the name of the creature 'BLOODTHIRSTER!' and reality shuddered.

AN: There done hope you guys liked this chapter, and those omake just made me laugh when I thought of them while writing. Omake Number 2 and 3 where somewhat inspired by me reading the review of 'Me Myself and I' (guest) so shout-out to him. And if someone can guess what franchise I had been hinting at in Omake 3 and 4 gets an imaginary cookie… Alright more than hinting at in number 4. and no I will not make this into a multi crossover.

AN: Ty for all the positive reviews I got for the last two chapters.