The library to soak up more knowledge.

You feel pretty confident with the spells you have at your disposal, as you can now increase your size, strength, durability and more to face virtually any man or monster in a fair fight, but you are more concerned with unfair fights. The 'knowledge' granted to you by Saderos is double edged, as you suspect all his gifts are. You can translate and immediately intuit anything you read, but you have no special knowledge outside of that. As a result, it would be all too easy to walk into a simple snare thinking you were an expert, when for all you know you just memorized 'Baby's First Spellbook'. You decide it will be worth the time to visit the library to learn more about the creatures that roam these unhallowed halls. You want to discover their strengths, and more importantly, their weaknesses.

You take a deep breath and chant, "Krad sdog raeh ym aelp, gof fo dnim duolc lla ohw ees em!" It's a simple protection spell to make casual onlookers pass you by and forget you. Fortunately, it does not come with any price to pay like the more powerful prayers, but it also means someone with superior perception might see through it. Still, you decide it should be enough to help you play hooky. You have a feeling you'll learn a lot more if you skip class. And besides, you aren't going to find any alpha males in intro level classes. Fortunately for you, everyone seems to preoccupied with their own drama to peirce your veil, and you make it to the library undetected.

Once there you find yourself surrounded by aisles and aisles of books stacked several stories high and stretching as far as your eyes can see. You don't know where to start, but you know you don't have time to waste going in blind. That's when you see a midnight black cat stalking through the stacks and remember an incantation that just might help. "Railimaf tirips ot siht kcolraw dnib, semot fo htrow pleh em dnif!" The cat hisses, and its fur stands on end, then it begrudgingly makes it's way over to you.

"Who did I piss off to end up summoned by a fresh turd like you?" Your binding spell seems to have worked, but you remember the warning that familiar spirits are never fully tamed and that you should take care when asking this 'Cat O' Logger' for help finding a bestiary.

"You don't want to know who I'm mixed up with, pussy. Just take me to the most comprehensive, most accurate, and most up to date bestiary. Then find me the most complete, most reliable, and most powerful spell books." Your guide hisses, clearly wishing you had been less specific so he could lead you to books that would get you killed or worse, but bound by your spell, he takes you deep down into the stacks.

Once there, he climbs up to the tippy top and carries what seems to be an impossibly heavy volume down to you. He drops it at your feet and hisses, "Go to the reading tables and I'll bring your spell books. And I hope you read just enough to get reamed by a rapewyrm!" You take the the hefty blood red book to the tables and begin perusing the chapters and damn if there isn't a whole section on rapewyrms. Little cock shaped assholes that slip inside a tight hole, burrow deep, and then fuck and fuck and fuck until they've laid about a hundred eggs. You decide those creepy little fuckers are not going to make your top seven.

You do find some pretty good contenders among the bestiary that should satisfy Saderos. Minotaurs, half man, half bull, all asshole. They are especially dangerous due to the ****-like stupor their cum causes. Incubi, creatures that can take the form of your darkest desires and drink off your desire to grow stronger. Hmm sounds like a certain God you know. Werewolves, feral creatures that can put you into heat when the mood, and the moon is right. Orcs, big, dumb, and full of cum, and not particularly known for bottoming. Warrior Demons, an elite class of killer that claims lives and butt bounties with equal relish on the battle field. Dryads, freaky fuckers that are a mix of plant and man that live to pollenate. And at the top of the heap, the worst of the worst...warlocks.

"Here you go, boss, can I go now or do you want some Richard Scarry books?" The overly familiar feline drops the spell books on the table and goes to leave in a huff, but you grab him by the tail and hold him firmly while you read through the collected tomes. You discover even more arcane arts and clever conjurings, but if anything, the newfound knowledge only makes you more wary. Still, better rightfully scared than righteously stupid.

You let go of the kitty's tail and say firmly, "One last thing. You are going to tell me the name of the toughest student from one of these races." You hand him your list and he gives you a look half between not believing you have the balls to take a whack at them and half hoping you will so the monsters can hand them to you. He leaves you with a superior saunter and a list of seven names. The names that will mean your delivery...or your damnation.