Dream of bigger and better things

I knew that I could have gone for another round with Bralla, but I was tired after a long day and more eager to rest. Luckily for me, the busty dwarf had a bed just big enough for me to fit in. With my needs seen to by her, I found myself sinking into its feather mattress as sleep claimed me.

Dreams came and went in a chaotic shuffle, somehow even less understandable than a regular dream. Flashing images and sounds pervaded my mind as I slept through the night, Bralla's smaller form pressed against my chest. Despite the chaotic nature of my dreams, they felt lucid, as if I were watching TV, not seemingly suffering from fever dreams. When the sun broke through the windows in the morning, I opened my eyes and had a thought, maybe those were other peoples' dreams?

Shooing the thought to the side for the moment, I picked myself up and looked down at Bralla. She had been pleasant to use, but I had no desire to continue any relationship with her. Based on the information I had gleaned from the city's inhabitants yesterday, there were others I could set my sights on. And indeed, that was my plan. In this world, I had been given strange and wondrous powers, the kind that could make a veritable god. These were powers I planned to **** to the highest degree.

I walked through Bralla's house, finding myself food and water as I looked down at my hands. Fair skin with veins and bones visible under the skin, yet they had changed several times since my time here, to something demonic, infernal. Using my new information, I learned that I had transformed into an eredar form, the highest ranking members of the Burning Legion. This wandering fel army had conquered thousands of worlds in an endless war across the cosmos. The power they wielded was so much like my own, I briefly thought about joining them in an effort to grow my own powers.

But no, I had no desire to take this world by fire and brimstone. Even the thought of ruling it at all seemed an overwhelming one, at least for now.

But perhaps the Illidari could help me, warriors that used the same magics as the Burning Legion to fight back against them.

I washed down my last bite of food with a swig of water and stood up. There were too many ways forward to think each of them through, I wanted to commit to a plan of action. Walking outside, I found a wooden board with a call to adventure for any interested people and began my journey. No matter who I sided with, I wanted to learn more about my powers, which meant that I needed to go to the Broken Shore.

But first, I needed gear.

Looking around, I found several shops with rudimentary items for me to use, but nothing that seemed like it would help me. Then, I went to an auction house with powerful relics being sold to the highest bidder. Names I did not recognize were tossed around with ease as adventurers in increasingly elaborate sets of armor spent huge piles of money purchasing dragons, swords, shields, and even recipes.

I stood towards the back of the packed room, leaning against a brick wall, when a woman walked in. Her skin was purple, the same color of her goat-like horns that pierced through dark hair. Her eyes looked like bright blue gemstones as she carried something under her cloak, obviously looking to sell. On her ears were two glowing orange earrings that matched the simple glowing orange pendant she wore around her neck. Realizing that I could possibly use my powers to get whatever item she had before she tried to sell it, I reached out with my mind.

Her thoughts were confusing at first, but I sorted through them and found my way to her core before long. I felt the impact of her steps like it was my own legs, felt her breath hitch as she saw me like it was my own chest, and I pushed desire into her mind with ease as my control over her unready mind went unchallenged. Fantasies of me fucking her filled her mind as a warmth began to seep out across her chest, seeping into her limbs as her heart beat faster. I smiled as she began to approach me, knowing that my powers had taken full control of her.

"Hello strange, I am Uzyun, who are you?"

"I am Othmar" I said, deciding on the name I would use in this land.

"Greetings, Othmar. I feel ashamed to say this so brazenly, but I feel myself overcome just by looking at you. I would be glad to meet you outside of this establishment when we have concluded our business."

Realizing that she still intended to sell her mystery item, I quickly realized I had to get her out of here now.

"I am done now, and would love to meet you somewhere this very moment."

She smiled apologetically, "But I do have a task that needs to be finished before I am ready. Could we meet in ten minutes right outside of this auction house?"

But I shook my head sadly in return.

"Unfortunately, no. I came here looking to find something that might give me an edge against the Burning Legion. I need to report to my ship very soon. I will be shipping out under the command of King Varian Wrynn later today."

The drainei looked up at that and seemed to take me in anew. "My apologies, I did not know I was speaking to such a hero. Tell me, what is your profession?"

I smiled at her and punctuated my words with subtle magical effects from my hands.

"I am a wizard, a master from Daluran" I said, referencing the floating city of mages.

"Incredible... In that case... I can wait. You deserve to have one last meal at home before you ship out. Tell me, where would you like to go?" She asked, a bright and bubbly note in her voice?