You find a forbidden tome.

The items you touch send you tripping into all odd and interesting visions from conquering kingdoms to slaying monsters, to some even being killed in various horrible ways. Ones to avoid I expect. You muse over those. In addition you also are able to see exactly what they do for you. Skipping past the little trinkets and jewelry you decide to move over to some of the odd looking ones that you can't even imagine what they would do. The first thing you pick up gives you a most terrifying vision. You see yourself holding the skull headed staff above your head surrounded by a field of zombies, marching them forward into a peaceful looking city. “Yikes.” This causes you to stumble backward and your hand brushes against another item. This time the vision is vastly different. You are on your hands and knees being fucked up the ass by a rather strong looking man with a massive cock. Your instinct is to let go, but as you watch you can almost feel it sliding in and out of you, looking down you see you are leaning on a pair of woman's boots. Thigh high brown soft boots with 6” heels and a 2” platform under the toe, they have a gray belt around the top that looks to help hold them up as well as to look stylish as the bottom of the boots open to reveal the front half of your foot and toes with a second matching strap there as well, that said, you also think the straps would work well to hold a small weapon on each leg. “These will get me fucked?” You ask the soft boots picking them up. Once you have them in hand you can see the only magic they have is to make them very comfortable to wear and protect you from the cold a bit. They are sitting next to an entire slutty little outfit and you look them over as well. The top is a tiny thing that is basically a sleeveless tank top that is cut down the center, then linked back together with a thin cord so your tits are covered, barely, then just long enough to cover your tits leaving your entire midsection bare. The bottom is a very tiny skirt, sort of. It is a strap of cloth that would go around your waist, with a second that would go down your ass crack and up in front in a y to go around a woman's pussy, or in your case it should go around your cock. Then in front a flap of cloth hangs down to just below the tops of the boots that is about 5” wide. The top and skirt are magic as well, but only cosmetically. They allow you to slightly change your appearance from makeup and hairstyle plus very minor adjustment so you could easily look like someone else, similarly they can themselves change to any other tiny article of clothing, 'perfect for a rogue,' You think looking them over. “Better than a tunic that makes me crave cock,” you say as you put it all on.

Next you look for a pair of small weapons for the belts on you legs. After looking around you find something cool that you think will work nicely, a pair of small leather packs that each hold 3 throwing knives. The knives you find aren't magic, it is the leather packs, it seems that if empty for 1 minute the previous knife will dissipate and a new one will form in the pack.

After these, you realize you haven't spent much of anything and decide to focus on more expensive items. Finally finding something that is worth basically all you have left, a magic book. In the vision you see yourself casting spells that create illusions of anything you can think of, making yourself invisible, and even calling forth creatures and items from the shadows that are basically real for the duration of the spell. Concentrating further you are sure the book if read and studied for a day will teach you all you many years of knowledge while you then sleep. Walking out with the book the shop owner looks at you, “No, no, that book isn't for sale, Fuck I forgot that thing was in there, I should never have left you in there alone. It may already be too late. That book is evil and terrible. With your gift you may have already linked yourself with the book, when you next sleep it may do it's work and change you forever. The book was penned with the blood of a thousand innocents to impart the knowledge and power for any new recruit to be made into a killing machine. The power is seductive and seems to be good, but it also instills a link to the lady midnight, one of the old gods, she slips into your mind, gives you magic, and gets you to do unspeakable things. Eventually she will have you kill yourself in her honor.”

“So what do I do?”

“I don't know.” He says snatching the book from you. “If I could burn this I would, but I can't. I am sorry, all I can say is if a vision comes to you tonight while you sleep, say no.”

“Great another powerful entity that wants me to die. Well, I suppose I had better get going.” Still not sure how you are going to stop the man or monster you sort of helped release into this world. “I have a monster to stop.”

“Wait, what you have taken, as I won't let you have the book is worth next to nothing. I will give you something else. I feel terrible I let you find the book.” He goes back into the vault and comes back rather quickly. He hands you a 5' long thin black staff with a blue orb on top. “Take this, it is mine. I know you have magic in you but do not know how to use it. This will allow you to push magic into the staff that will charge it and make it a formidable weapon. The exact nature will reveal itself as it is slightly different with each user, but I am sure this will serve you well.” In addition he also hands you a leather belt with a couple of pouches for carrying things as well as a little pouch holding the coins he paid you for the swords.

You pull on the belt and buckle it low on your hips, and head out the door. The sun hits your face and you can see you have about two hours of light left of the day. “Well I might as well get tonight over with. I'll figure out what next tomorrow, assuming I still care about stopping him, and if I can figure out which way to go.” You say quietly looking around, when suddenly a flash of vision hits you. It is no where near as exacting or vivid like when you touched the items. All it is is a sense that the man you wish to stop is now several hundred miles to the north. You have no idea where exactly or even if you are right, just a sense of direction that you are sure is correct. “Cool. Let's try something else. I need a room for the night.” Concentrating on the words for a tiny second you know you have to go about 1000 yards east. With a smile you stroll down the stone streets, marveling at all the sights till you arrive at the obvious inn. The smell of cooking bacon hits you as you approach the door of the two story large wooden building. The closer you get the louder the sounds of laughter and a woman singing get, and as you reach out and grab the large metal handle of the door, it bursts open and a pair of drunk men stumble out, and with a level of athletics you weren't aware you possessed, you deftly do a flip back out of the way.

“Sorry sexy, here, have a drink on us.” One of them laughs and tosses you a nearly empty small metal cup of sweet smelling ale. You catch it deftly, not a drop spilling on you. “Nice catch.” He laughs again and the pair stroll out of sight. Suddenly nervous, you pause a second as the door clicks back closed suddenly not sure if you want to stay here.