Hunting and level up

Now, I don't sleep, a basic Destruction blast costs no resources, I regenerate my health, and I'm hard to find… so I don't go to sleep while everyone else is resting off their wine.

I go hunting.

Your basic rat has a challenge rating of a quarter, is worth a hundred experience points, and I seriously doubt anyone is going to worry about a sharp decline in the local rat population. As a half-elf I have low light vision, so the starlight is more than enough for me to work with. I wander to the city wall, and find the gate guarded, lit with torches, and standing open. I hear dice in my head when I see the place, but don't get anything.

I watch as merchants pass through, having their goods inspected, and paying a small tax… looking at the line, I can see why the gate is open: It stretches for a mile or more. Shrugging, I slip past the guards through the open gate, and look around: Miles of farmland… and absolutely nothing built outside the town wall. Seems weird. I walk away from the wall, and soon enough find out why: Here there be monsters.

Specifically slimes, which are enough for me for now. They're not worth much more than the rats… but it adds up, and they leave behind corpses and small items they apparently absorbed by accident. By dawn, I have a notice that I need to plan my level up.

So I head back to my room at the palace, and do so. For my basic Freelancer side, I get a Secret as a class feature, because it will qualify me for a VERY useful feat at my next level. I grab the Lineage Domain from the Eldritch Godling for the Time(Past) domain… because Do Over will give me eight daily rerolls, and it will eventually let me rewind things slightly occasionally. My last choice for that level is Divine Grace from the Paladin; I'll meet the alignment requirement easily via another path, which I'll get to in a minute. For the Monsterkin side, I go with Powers of Faith from the Walking god template (it's really complex, but the key here is that it let's me grant spells as a deity, and also lets me grant Mythic ranks to worshippers within certain limits). With that, I grab Mythic Outpouring (from the same template, let's me use Mythic power at will), and Font of Magic from the Primarcane (unlimited Spheres spell points, basically). Then I do something that very much makes the ‘Munchkin’ title from the gaming table apply:

I worship myself, and grant myself my high priest position.

Why? That gives me nine Mythic ranks to play with. Some work with Mythic Paragon and Mythic Traditions, and I have two artifacts to my name (as soon as I find suitable magic items to imbue…), the ability to shuffle class features around temporarily, the ability to borrow other Mythic path features (including Mythic Source, which will let me nab domains on the fly, and use their spells as spell-like abilities as long as the domain spell is less than my Mythic rank, effectively 11th, so all domain spells available on very short notice… at a caster level of two, but still, that's a lot of high level spells), counter spells as an Immediate Action, make magic items without the crafting feats, teleport out of harm's way as an Immediate Action, ignore more effects (curses, soul damage, and soul trapping), and a Synthesist Eidolon (for skill boosts and a climb speed, mostly, but it also helps out with my health and armor class).

I add a couple of buff spells (using the new tricks) to get my saves and AC up… as well as make me immune to information gathering by divinations like See Invisibility, Arcane Sight, and True Seeing… and then go meet my chosen family for breakfast.

The palace serves a good layout: Oatmeal, raisins, fresh milk (still warm from the cow), bacon, fried eggs, and some apple cider. The four of us, of course, are eating at the King's table (officially we're honored guests), and the King is present… although he has some noticeable bags under his bloodshot eyes.

I don't actually need to eat, so I walk over to my friends, starting with Charles.

I whisper in his ear, “This is Dan. I think I can rid you of that tattoo, but to do so I need to touch it, and it's not a harmless spell. With where it is… well…”

“YOU have my permission,” he whispers back, “you're not a dirty old man who's abusing power for his own pleasure.”

I nod, not that he can see, and reach down, grabbing one of his milk makers, and use Inspired Spell to cast a specific spell: Transfer Tattoo. The spell pretty much does what it says on the tin: Transfers a magical tattoo from one host to another. It's touch range, and targets the tattoo, which is most of why I ask. In this case, I transfer it to myself, putting it under my armor (which isn't very effective due to my Eidolon meatsuit, but still does the job of covering me up). The spell does what I want: He doesn't have the tattoo anymore, and it doesn't meaningfully affect me, so it's fully nullified… and I have an interesting surprise I can apply once I make myself a pair of Glyphbane Gloves to change the details.

Unfortunately, it warms this overcharged body up.

Charles smiles, his face slightly flushed, “Thank you… and I'm open to more of that and more than that when it's not strictly necessary.”

Making a mental note of Charles' response, I move on, and do the same for Brian (who has a similar reaction), watching the King drop his spoon into his bowl when he sees the missing tattoos.

When I get to Alice, I change the script up slightly, feeling very warm, “I don't know who you are, but I'm Dan, and…”

“I'm Adam, and I know the munchkinery you were planning… I'm going to go out on a limb and guess you went with the high priest position for yourself rather than a favored worshipper like we'd agreed? Good. I expect we'll need the power.” He pauses, “I'm guessing Erase, which requires touching?”

“Transfer Tattoo, actually,” I correct him quietly, blinking, “I'm immune, and am pretty sure I'll be able to change the rules on the **** tats at some point, so I'm keeping them for later use… but yes, I have to touch the actual thing.”

“I enjoy the feeling of a beautiful woman touching me…” he rolls his eyes, “...even when it's anatomy I'm not supposed to have. Enjoy yourself while you work.”

With that invitation, I slip my hand fully under the dress and tease one of his milk taps for a little while as I cast. Hmm… I need to do more of that… but I do let go shortly after the work is done.

I also get a word of thanks from Adam, and go back to my seat, everyone insulated from the direct orders of the king, for now….