The Alchemical Rogue.

Name: Anna Walker.

Moniker: The Alchemical Rogue.

Biological/Planer age: 25/7.

Race: Lesser Kitsune.

Gender: Female.

Class: Illusionist.

Crafting class: Alchemist.

Aura: Rank F.

Projecting an air of confidence that I certainly don’t feel, I step past the mysterious woman as I whisper, “Let me handle this.” A myriad of emotions flash across her face before settling on resolve. She nods, her green eyes blazing with righteous indignation as her focus shifts back to the monstrous man. I tighten my grip on the hypodermic needle packed with enough tranquilizer to knock out a whole stable of horses and silently begin my approach. First and foremost, I find out what I’m dealing with. Analyse.

Analysing…

Analysis failed.

Likely reason: Blocker artifact.

Holy shit! Again?!? I shake my head, cursing my black luck. I need to be careful or this will go really, really badly. I sneak ever closer, chastising myself for getting involved. Analyse blockers are not unheard of, but they’re certainly not common. But twice in one day? As this guy has a blocker, he is more likely to be a gang enforcer or the like rather than some random thug. That certainly makes things more complicated. Why couldn’t I just keep my head down and stay out of shit like this? The head of one of the most influential noble families in Kybor’s Rest wants my head, preferably on a pike, and here I am following some random person into danger. And for what? To satisfy my curiosity?

Some time earlier.

I walk sedately through the streets, nodding agreeably to passers-by as I go. My body is screaming at me to run, to hide, but I know from experience that running is the worst possible thing I can do. Running draws attention, I know this from experience, but the primal instinct of the hunted is a tough beast to tame.

It wouldn’t be difficult to tap into the magic of my Class, shift my face or body to something entirely different, but I resist that urge too. No one knows what I look like under my mask and walking round in a disguise would be the equivalent of walking up to anyone with any magic talent and screaming “DON’T LOOK AT ME” at them. Nope, the best approach is to walk slow and act like I belong, but gods does it make me feel uncomfortable.

Despite my better judgement, I’ve left the safety of my hidey-hole rather than doing what I should be doing, lying low. In my defence, I was out of alchemical ingredients and had nothing else to do. I’ve never been very good at sitting still. I can’t really help it, I need to be doing something, tinkering with one formula or another. Hence, my impromptu trip to see an old friend who just happened to grow and sell alchemical ingredients.

The trip goes smoothly, and to my relief no one really looks at me all that much. I am grinning like an idiot as I wander into the garden. Lottie is a huge pervert, extremely good looking, and a massive exhibitionist, a combination that I thoroughly approve of. I am looking forward to an eyeful and the very least, and an extremely pleasant distraction if she was in the mood. What I was not expecting was for her to have a guest and already be occupied.

A sensual moan breaks the relative silence of the garden. At first, I think Lottie is taking a short break to tend to a different kind of bean. The second moan, slightly more muffled than the first but clearly from a different person, strips me of that misconception. I stop in my tracks. Round the next corner two people are fucking, and are doing so with much enthusiasm.

Inside, an internal debate rages. I know Lottie won't mind me peeking. Hell, she's the type that would get off all the harder as soon as she realised she had an audience. But the second person? Would they care if I take a peek? The debate did not last long. I have been cooped up in a basement with no company for days. I am curious, but more importantly, I am gods damned horny. I peek round the corner.

Lottie is moaning like a champion, her magnificent breasts heaving as she proclaims her passion to the world. Don’t get me wrong, she is gorgeous, a true beauty, but it isn't her who captivates me. My eyes are drawn to the second woman, the one whose face is buried between Lottie’s legs and is lapping away at the deer woman’s nethers with considerable gusto. Black hair, pale skin, a slender body with pert breasts and a real nice ass. The stranger didn’t notice me, she’s a little busy after all, but Lottie did. She winks at me. Yup, a total pervert.

Watching the scene in front of me intently, I bite my lower lip. Fuck it, this is really fuckin hot and I’m horny as hell. My hand sneaks south, unlacing my trousers, then finds its way into my panties. My fingers brush over my mons through the sodden thatch of my pubes before arriving at the slick folds of my pussy. Lottie watches with clear lust as I openly masturbate to the pair. I sink one finger inside myself, then two, before I begin pumping, matching the rhythm of the lovers before me. Soon, hand clamped over my mouth to muffle any noise I made and legs shaking, I cum.

By this point the pair are winding down. Horny brain no longer in control, I quickly redress, feeling only a little guilty. With that out of the way, curiosity takes over and I realise I am having a hard time telling the race of Lottie’s partner. The stranger had no obvious animal features to speak of, so a lesser beastkin is unlikely. Maybe an elf? Usually, it’d be rude to analyse someone without a reason, but after watching the woman fuck my friend, we are a little past that point. With a thought, I activated the skill. Analyse.

Analysing…

Analysis failed; only partial information gathered.

Likely reason: Racial/Class trait.

Information gleaned:

Biological/Planer age: 21/21.

What. The. Fuck. That’s impossible? I fire the skill off again, just to be sure, and get the same results back. I’ve never heard of a class that can block analysis type skills, let alone a race. What the fuck is she? And what’s up with that age? The only way that can happen is if someone grows up in normal time, rather than the usual, safer method. Who would do that? Why would they do that? Unless… I have questions, lots of questions. Settling down, I wait for the mysterious woman to leave, fully intending to get all the information I can out of Lottie regarding her guest as soon as she's gone.

(Authors note: Hope people enjoyed the chapter and the new character. Wanted to drop some more hints (although they aren't all that subtle) about the world and thought a different perspective would be an interesting way to do that. Let me know what you think of the story so far. Feedback, either good or bad, is super helpful for the quality of the story as well as my motivation when it comes to writing. Love and kisses. H.B.)