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Harry Potter: Monster Girl Quest	By : Almister Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 196491 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 31
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AN//: So, thought I'd put this out there for everyone. A few things before the next chapter begins. One, I'm sorry some of you reacted poorly to Harry getting mind controlled and a finger up his butt. My god, why didn't I realize that such a thing Obviously meant he was gay!
Honestly, I know it's a tad bit petulant, but I wrote the Ogre scene into the previous chapter for two reasons. The first, which is the reason I'm writing this story at all, is because I wanted to. This story is primarily being written because I couldn't find a story I felt like reading, and decided to write my own. The second reason, and the more important one, was to offend the people who'd get offended by it.
Because really, when it comes down to it, I don't really care all that much. If you're offended that such a thing as a prostate exists, I don't care. If you're offended by the idea that mind control can force someone to submit to something they wouldn't do, I don't care. If you're offended that Harry saw the ogre as simply a girl with extra parts? Guess what? I don't really care.
To those jumping down my throat, claiming I've somehow made Harry a little bitch, thinking somehow he's going to be taking it up the ass regularly now and somehow giving birth? Guess what? I'm glad I offended you. Seriously, if you're offended by what I wrote, good. Mission accomplished. You may, in fact, stop reading now.
Also, on your way out, I highly recommend looking over the story tags, as F/D stands for Futanari/Dick-girls.
Still here? Good. I assume it's because you enjoy the story and want to see more. That being said, don't expect a lot of futa to show up for a good long while. I'll throw a scene in once in a while if I feel it's appropriate, but it won't be anything as absurd as 'every other chapter' and I certainly have no plans of Harry being buggered.
There will be quite a few kinks showcased throughout the story, it's kind of in the nature of things. Different species, hell different people, have different things they enjoy. If there's something in particular you don't enjoy, you're welcome to mention it. Will I care enough to remove it? Probably not. All I ask is that you be patient, as something you do enjoy will come up eventually.
Now then, without further ado, on with the show.
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"Uh... Mate?" I glance over at Ron, trying not to let my impatience show. Merlin I was frustrated with him. He hadn't packed. How in the bloody hell did he not have his things packed by the morning of! I had to spend all morning running about with him to get ready, and now we're late for the train.
"What?" I take a deep breath, not letting my anger leak through into my voice. Tsukiko, in her fox form, gives me a comforting rub on my leg, urging me to calm down.
"The... The barrier." He replies, tapping the wall by way of explanation.
"Merlin." I groan, palming my face. "We're not that late are we?"
"No, we've still got..." He pales, checking the clock. "Okay, now we're late."
"Wonderful. So what do we do?" I grumble, sitting down on my carriage. "It's not like no one would have noticed."
"We can take the car."
I glance over at him, looking to check if he's sprouted another head. "You're kidding."
"It can fly, and go invisible. We can probably catch the train..." He explains.
"That's the dumbest idea I've ever heard. Of course someone's noticed we aren't there by now, and if they haven't they'll know something's wrong when they try to leave platform 9 3/4." I explain slowly. "Worst case, we'll floo to Hogsmeade or something."
He stares at me, like I'm the one suddenly making no sense.
"The professors have to get to Hogwarts somehow, don't they? It's not like we see them on the train." I explain slowly. Fuck, that Luna girl owes me a blowjob too. I said I'd meet her on the train. I swear when I find out who's responsible I'll hex them senseless...
It's probably Malfoy. I hope it's Malfoy. Another good reason to hex him.
"Are you sure? I mean..." I roll my eyes as Ron presses the issue.
"I'll send an owl, if that will make you feel better. There must be a way for it to reach the platform, or the train wouldn't be able to leave." I explain, reaching over to take Hedwig from her cage. There must be charms around the barrier, as no one in the station is paying us an ounce of interest.
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"Here we are then, the Three Broomsticks." Arthur explains as I come crashing out of the fireplace. God I hate those things. Wizards must be mad to travel by floo. Once again Tsukiko expresses her amusement by trampling over my prone body.
"I'll take them from here." A rather excited voice calls, drawing my attention upwards off the floor.
My god, that is one hell of a gaudy pair of robes. "Gilderoy Lockhart, although I suppose you're going to be calling me Professor Lockhart." He laughs good naturedly. "It will certainly take some time to adjust to that!"
"Of course." I mutter, pulling myself upright. "It's a pleasure to meet you Professor Lockhart." His writing may not be that great, but then again there's nothing saying he's doing the writing himself. It does seem farfetched to have one person having all those adventures and still finding time to write.
"The pleasure is all mine Harry Potter." He bows deeply in an exaggerated motion. "I mean, you defeated a Dark Lord at 1 years old, an achievement even I can't claim."
I stifle a groan, but follow along as he takes us out into Hogsmede. The train station's a bit of a walk, but we're early enough that we can meet the other students as they come off the train. Surprisingly enough Lockhart isn't nearly as insufferable to talk to as I'd imagined.
"So of course, the most important thing to do is focus on the soles of your feet." He explains as we wait for the train to roll in. "That will make sure that your legs come out of the floo first. From there, it's a rather tricky measure of shifting your weight, trying to leverage yourself up into a standing position without actually appearing to do it. Some wizards like to strike a pose, while others, like myself, find it's more attractive to simply look dignified. Making it look easy is the best thing you can do."
I nod along absently. He's useful, if only for knowledge of how to make oneself look good and manage fame. Dimly, I realize this is what I'd become if I leveled only my social attributes. I shudder at the thought. Surely he has to be good at something else though, magic maybe?
I listen on and off as he goes on at length about managing appearances and fame, I never really saw the point in it, but at the same time, I didn't even know I was famous until just over a year ago.
Eventually the train rolls in, and Ron and I manage to mingle our way into the crowd. Finding Ginny and Hermione is easy enough, both are rather miffed at our excuse for missing the train, but accept it. Seeing Luna again is nice though, the girl trails along in Ginny's wake.
"Luna, it's good to see you again." I smile and wink, causing the witch to blush profusely. "Sorry I missed the train."
"First years! First years over here!" Hagrid's voice booms over the heads of the students, and a small portion of them, Luna and Ginny included, meander over in his direction. I turn to look at him as well.
He looks much the same as he always has, just as tall and wide, and every bit as joyous as usual. Standing in front of him is a young girl with wire-like black hair, arms crossed and head turned to glare at nothing with a cute pout on her face.
"Hello Nora." I smile, approaching the pair and relying on my memories. The girl doesn't dignify me with anything other than an indignant huff that sends the smell of burnt hickory into the air. "What's wrong?"
"She's just sulking." Hagrid supplies, clapping her on the back hard enough to make most children stumble. To her credit, the dragon doesn't even budge.
"Sulking?" I mutter, turning my gaze back to her.
"I'm not sulking." She pouts, tilting her chin up. "What should I care if some stupid wizard doesn't send me letters all summer."
I wince. With everything that happened, and her not even really existing in my first set of memories... "Nora... I'm sorry. My aunt and uncle locked Hedwig up all summer, so I couldn't send any mail at all. And some crazy house elf was stealing all of my mail as well."
She turns in my direction, at least, keeping her chin raised and glaring down at me imperiously. At least, that's how it would look if she weren't so cute. "You didn't send mail to anyone?"
I shake my head vigorously, somehow certain I'm narrowly avoiding a painful death. Scorning a dragon indeed. "If I could have sent mail at all, I'd have sent you a letter every day." I lie, trusting that my new social abilities would cover me.
"C'mon now, there's no point in dragging it out. Kiss and make up already, we've got a job to do." Hagrid jokingly adds, pushing Nora towards me. This time she actually stumbles a bit.
"Daaaad~!" She whines, frowning up at him, then sighs. Definitely hickory. "Fine. I suppose because you had a good reason, I can forgive you this once. But! You have to visit me once a week! And bring me something shiny each time. And... And give me oil baths."
I nod along with her demands, trying not to smile. She leans in and gives me a chaste peck on the lips. Sweet Merlin her lips are hot. I try not to flinch at the contact as she spins around and follows after the half-giant.
Belatedly, I hit her with a quick 'identify' before I lose sight of her, and read the entry while I catch up with the carriages.
Nora: Dragon [Level 10][Elemental][Fire][Earth]
Believed to be a direct physical manifestation of elemental fire, Dragons are almost entirely magical creatures. To the point where most refuse to live and grow in areas not densely packed with ambient magic. Compulsive hoarders, each dragon has their own standards by which they value things in life, and will fight tooth and nail for things that are precious to them. While their personalities are usually direct and abrasive, and they tend to be almost entirely self-serving, it isn't impossible or even uncommon for a dragon to act in someone else's interest.
Sexually, dragons are a very interesting species. As a defensive mechanism, a hatchling will take on the characteristics of whatever species is most involved in the hatching process. It is believed this began when dragons neared extinction due to over hunting. Poachers were less willing to kill hatchlings that looked like human children. The natural shapeshifting abilities of dragons are well documented, and can be attributed to the species natural inclination to mate with just about any other race.
Attraction level: Strong Arousal level: Mild
Huh, that's rather different than what I recall of dragons. Oh well, I suppose I'll chalk that up to the game making changes.
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Sweet Merlin! Was the sorting ceremony always that long and drawn out? Granted, the only two people I'm particularly interested in seeing sorted are Ginny and Luna, but still. Ginny gets sorted into the lions almost immediately, while Luna heads to Ravenclaw after a bit more debate. I slide down to make room for Ginny at my side, and she cuddles up slightly against me as the house table fills up.
Dumbledore does his speech, introducing Lockhart to the school, to the great applause of the female population. I give him some polite applause as well, no sense being rude after all.
It occurs to me, as I'm eating greedily from the welcoming feast, that I'm getting a lot more interested looks than I'm used to. There's plenty from the first year students, of course. That Colin kid creeps me right the fuck out, to be honest. But even some of the second years and older kids are eyeing me.
"Hello Harry!" I glance up at my food, politely wiping my face with a napkin, and smile.
"Hello Susan." I haven't spoken with her much outside of Herbology, but she's a nice enough girl. Can't go wrong with Hufflepuffs after all. "Hello Hannah." As usual, her best friend trails along behind her.
"H-hello Harry." The meeker girl stutters with a blush, hiding slightly behind her friend.
"How was your summer?" I ask, no longer really interested in food.
"It was quite enjoyable. But, I'm afraid we'll have to talk some other time, we've got to return to our table." I nod, bidding them fair well.
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"Daphne, Tracy, have you two come to brighten my day?" I ask slyly, cornered on my way down to the potions labs a few days later. Classes have all started up, and so far they aren't anything extraordinary. I'm actually looking forward to Potions, though, mostly to test my new skills with it.
"More like darken your eye. Or did you think I'd forgotten what you did back in Diagon Alley." Daphne responds coolly.
"Certainly not. I remember it quite vividly. Are we going to duel then? Shouldn't you strip down first?" I tease, trying to brace myself in case she starts cursing.
Daphne's cheeks color slightly, and Tracy blushes profusely. "I just wanted to remind you, that I won't forget about this. I'll get my revenge, but it won't be in typical Gryffindor fashion. At some point this year, you'll have an exceptionally bad day, and you'll wonder, never knowing if that was my revenge, or if something worse is coming right around the corner."
"That... Is exactly how a proper Slytherin should act. Bravo." I clap politely, trying to keep any sense of mockery from my voice. She seems to take it as a compliment at least. "Though... If that's how you respond to playful flirting..."
She raises an eyebrow, as I smile at both her and Tracy. "Well... Challenge accepted. I find flirting with you so amusing, that one bad day is more than worth it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm almost on time for Potions, which means a loss of points already."
"And here I was going to ask you to accompany us down there." Daphne pouts.
"Well... The house cup is rather pointless, isn't it?" I change my mind, offering an arm to each of my fellow students.
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"10 points from Gryffindor." The comment isn't entirely unexpected, but it's irritating that he doesn't dock either Slytherin girl, despite them arriving at the same time. Not arm in arm, of course, that would be taboo.
I quickly set up my cauldron, filling it to the proper amount with starter solution, and glance at the instructions on the board. Color Cleansing Cream. Perfect, it's one I've studied. It's largely used to remove stains from skin that would otherwise be permanent. Interestingly enough, if made properly it can even remove most mundane tattoos.
I quickly set out the ingredients I'll need, and chop/slice/crush the ones that won't lose their potency from being prepared beforehand. "Potter! What are you doing?"
"I believe the muggles call it 'mise en place' sir. By preparing ingredients in advance, I won't be pressed for time and can more accurately add them at the right moments." I reply, not looking up from my work. He docks me points for my 'cheek' but I manage to keep the frustration down. They're just points.
My book is up on the table, and I'm following it's directions more than the board's. It's heavily annotated, filled with writing cribbed from my mother's textbook. Little things to make the potion making process go smoother. A lot of it is complicated stuff though, beyond what the rest of the class would be able to accomplish. Raising or reducing the heat to exact amounts at the right steps, adding 7/8ths of the ground mayfly before the diced sea cucumber and the rest a half minute later...
"Potter, why are you not following the instructions?" There's a threatening tone to his question, but I steel myself, and answer with my prepared response.
"During the summer I managed to come across several belongings of my parents. One of which was my mother's potion textbook. I decided to take my studies in Potions more seriously, to live up to the expectations I think she'd have for me." He stares at me for a good long while, luckily I'm at a stage that doesn't require much hands on work.
"You will prepare for me two feet of parchment detailing the changes you made to the recipe, why you made the changes, and what you could have done better after every class or I will give you a zero for that assignment and call it cheating. If you intend to take your lessons seriously, you are going to learn, not mindlessly cheat off of your dead mother's notes." I cringe slightly, but nod. It almost seems fair.
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"Behold!" Lockhart cries, drawing the cover off of the birdcage. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but two dozen tiny people wasn't it.
"Pixies?" Someone calls out in confusion. I honestly feel the same way, really. I was expecting something dangerous.
"Freshly caught Cornish Pixies." He smirks, glancing around the room. "Who can tell me something about them?"
Hermione's hand is in the air within the second. "Cornish Pixies, also known as Spriggans, are a rather violent species of Fey. Unlike most Fey, which will seek to deceive mortals, often with fatal consequences, Spriggans are more likely to simply physically assault their targets. They go after anything of value, being able to detect objects based on how much value their prey puts in it, regardless of its actual value."
"Very good! 5 points to Gryffindor!" Lockhart praises.
"How the heck would something like that assault anyone?" Someone scoffs, causing the people in the cage to buzz in irritation.
Someone else, surprisingly, raises their hand. "In natural light, a Spriggan can wrap themselves in shadows to change their size. It's theorized that the size and strength of a Spriggan is relative to the size of their cast shadow."
"Another 5 points! Good show! Now, can anyone tell me the correct way to identify a Spriggan?" Here his grin turned to the class at large. "Come on now, a good hint has been given..."
Pausing to peruse the codex, I quickly scan the entry on them. "Since they wrap themselves in their own shadows, a Spriggan that looks human would still cast no shadow of their own."
"Marvelous! Another 5 points. You lot certainly do live up to your reputations. One last thing before we get into the fun part. How do you defeat a Spriggan, should one choose to rob you?" He grins.
"Cold Iron. Like most Fey, Spriggans lose access to their magic when close to cold iron." Someone calls.
"Part of the answer, anyone else?" He presses.
"Magical light. Spriggans wrap themselves in shadows cast by natural light, magical light chases those shadows away." Someone else calls.
"Brilliant. Another 5 points. Now, I could get into all sorts of wonderful stories, I've encountered my fair share of Spriggans while traipsing through the barrows of Cornwall, but... I suppose I've talked enough about myself for one day." He postures, causing most of the males in the class to grumble. "So, let's see what you make of them!"
With a flourish, the cage is opened and a swarm of pixies set themselves upon my classmates and I. We're overwhelmed in an instant, the little creatures becoming human sized and all but tackling people left and right. I reach for my wand, but in an instant find myself pressed into my seat as a very naked girl, looking around 14 or 15, lands in my lap.
"Hello there~!" She chirps, throwing her arms around my neck. "What's your name?"
"Um... Aren't you supposed to be robbing me?" I mutter, glancing around the room. No one else seems to be having this kind of trouble. Here and there I see flashes of light as someone with a wand manages to fire off a Lumos, but it becomes readily apparent that wands are being stolen left and right.
"Don't be silly! I already have." She states happily. Sure enough, my wand isn't in my pocket. Fantastic. And Lockhart is under his desk. Even better.
"I kind of need that stuff back, you know? The money isn't that important but the wand..." I trail off. "I can get you more money, if you give it back."
"Hmm... But you don't value the money the same way you value the wand. So I don't really want to trade." There's a bright surge of light as Neville of all people wrestles his wand free of a relatively small Spriggan and flash bangs the room. My captor flickers for a moment, but manages to keep her shape.
"Well then... I guess I'll just have to wait until you're all rounded up again and put back in that cage." I shrug, using that wonderful ogre's strength to move in her firm grasp. She pouts, giving me the puppy dog eyes.
"Well that's no fun at all!" She whines, and it occurs to me that all of the other Spriggans are wearing clothing.
"Give it back and you can come with me." I reply hastily. "I'll sneak you out of the room, so long as you promise to give back what I stole, and not rob myself or my friends."
"Deal~!" She agrees happily, vanishing. Wait, not vanishing, just shrinking down. I glance down at my lap to find her crawling down into my trousers.
"What are you doing?" I hiss, spotting her naked arse and back legs sticking out of my waist band.
"Hiding!" She yells back, her voice high pitched like tinkling bells. "Oh my! It's as big as I am~!"
"Shush! If you're going to hide, stay quiet, and don't squirm!" I hiss down at her, flicking her arse to get her to move quicker. Actually having a girl in my pants is a bizarre experience, especially when she decides to wrap herself around my cock to stay still.
Class, beyond that point, is tense. Someone eventually immobilizes the entire swarm, gaining us more points, and Lockhart postures a bit more. The entire time it's rather hard to concentrate, as I've got a pixie in my pants giving me a full-body job. As everyone takes their seats once more and straightens the room, I can't even tell her to knock it off.
When at last I stagger from the room, and head right for the bathrooms, it's to monumental relief. I stride into an empty stall, lock the door behind me, and unzip my fly. "Hi there~!" She cheers up at me, sitting happily on top of my erection.
"Hello yourself. What exactly are you up to? You almost got us caught!" I keep my voice quiet as I scold her.
"I couldn't help myself. This is so much fun I had to play with it!" She pouts, standing up and walking up and down the length of my cock, balancing precariously. "How do you even fit this in people?"
"Most people aren't your size." I deadpan.
"Hmm... I guess. Still, I don't think it'll fit in me. And I'm really flexible. I can fit my whole fist in me, wanna see?" She grins.
It's probably my libido talking but, "... Yes."
She grins and flies over to the top of the toilet, settling down and spreading her legs wide to give me a good view. Without much preamble, her hand comes down to vigorously stroke and rub at her crotch. She starts with two fingers, and before my eyes, more and more of her hand disappears inside of her. Within moments her entire hand up to her mid wrist is inside of her cunt, bulging her out almost comically.
Unable to help myself, I start stroking my cock slowly, watching the show. "Oh? Do you like this? Quick, bring it here." She begs, and I move closer. She removes her hand, slick with her own juices, and wraps her arms around the front end of my cock, stroking just beneath the head and showering the tip with kisses and licks.
It feels... Nice, but not quite enough to get me off really. At least, until a bead of precum pushes its way to the surface. She practically squeals at the taste, slurping it up lewdly and locking all over the slit for even more, stroking harder to get more out.
Her legs come up at some point, and she begins to grind her body all over my cock, trying to get me to cum. It's clumsy and awkward, but the sight alone is enough to finally get me ready. I call out a warning, but all she does is back off slightly, smiling up at me.
The literal torrent of cum completely douses her from head to toe in a shower of sticky white goop. She cheers, spreading it around and playing with it, even slurping a good deal of it off of her body. "Yay! That was fun! But..." Her hands reach down, scooping up handfuls of cum and rubbing it along her crotch and ass. "But I want it inside me..."
"Can't you just make yourself bigger then?" I wonder out loud, causing her to blink in surprise.
"Oh yeah!" I resist the urge to facepalm. A moment later, I'm facing a girl my own age. Her skin is pale, her ears are pointed, and her hair is black as pitch, but most importantly, she's still covered in cum. I wrinkle my nose and pull back from her a bit. "Aww, come on, kiss me~!" She pleads.
"No. Turn around and bend over." I deny her messy advances. She pouts but relents, bending over and bracing against the toilet. "This is all an illusion, isn't it?" I ask, poking the flesh of her ass. It certainly feel real.
"It's a glamour. It's real enough, but damaging it won't hurt me." She replies with a shrug. If that's the case... I grab her hips and push forward, plunging myself deep inside of her. Sweet Merlin's Ballsack she's tight.
It's tough work, and I worry for a bit as she squeals in pleasure, rocking and bucking her hips against mine, but I fight past the embarrassment and begin to thrust. It's interesting to note the way she stretches and bulges in decidedly inhuman ways, just like she does in her base form. Reaching around her, I can feel the way her stomach distends slightly every time I bottom out. Rather than causing her discomfort, however, she seems to moan every time I do it.
She groans and whines and begs as I fuck her as hard as I can, even pushing her up against the stone wall of the stall. Eventually she starts chanting a mantra of 'fill me up', and I can feel her tightening in anticipation of an orgasm. Redoubling my efforts, I bottom out in her once more, shoving her roughly against the wall and holding myself there as I empty myself into her. She shudders and shakes, and I can feel her swell slightly like a water balloon.
"More..." She pants, as I back out, still hard enough for one more round. Inspired, I step forward one more time, this time pushing at the ring of her ass. Her eyes widen as she turns to look at me, shock etched across the features of her cum-soaked face.
I push onwards, and she opens up as easily as I'd expect her elastic body to. She groans with pleasure as I stretch her out, and I bite back a wince as she clamps down around my cock. It's so tight that it's nearly painful, but I stick it out, and begin to thrust.
She gets into it relatively quickly. Like she said, like this it's impossible to hurt her. Soon we're rocking together and I'm building towards my last orgasm. I grit my teeth and hold on, calling on all of my endurance and willpower to make it last. The minutes crawl by and she starts to lose her energy, flopping almost weakly against the wall as I slowly churn my way towards a final orgasm.
With one last grunt I bottom out and empty myself, holding position for a good long moment before collapsing backwards, completely out of breath. My companion stumbles forwards, dismissing her glamour and falling in a heap atop the toilet in a puddle of cum. Looking up at her, I can't help but laugh. Not only is she drenched in the stuff, but she's clutching a stomach that bulges like a water balloon.
"You didn't tell me it'd end up inside of you." I choke out, still snickering.
"Shut up..." She groans, rolling on her side. "You didn't tell me you were going to put it up my butt... I feel like I'm going to puke it up."
I decide to take pity on her, after all there's only so much cum a body that size can hold, and grab my wand. A quick incantation later and she's doused with warm water, an impromptu shower that leaves her squeaky clean, albeit with a lingering stomach ache.
Turning to leave, I'm shocked when she flies over and lands in my pocket. "I'm staying with you. At least until I feel better." She remarks casually, snuggling up in the soft lining of my breast pocket for a nap.
Encounter Complete: Spriggan, Level 8, 2400exp
Achievement Unlocked: Where the wild things are 200exp (Conquer a Fey)

In all sizes 500exp (have an encounter with one person in which they are two different sizes)

April Showers 200exp (Douse a girl in your cum)

Battle of the Bulge 200exp (Cause a conquest to inflate due to your cum)

What you did in the dark (1) 200exp (Conquer one Dark aligned creature)
Shake your money maker Bonus: 37 galleons

Total Experience: 32200
Conquest options available:
Yoink!: Your successful offensive spells may steal an item of value from your opponents

Embrace the Night(1): Craft basic items such as clothing from raw shadows.

Tricky: Gain an instinctive knowledge of traps and loopholes relating to contracts.
Huh... Three good options... The clothing option sounds fun, but at the same time I doubt it would be readily useful. I can't imagine too many times where I'd be caught without clothing. At the same time, I think it's more of a gateway into more nifty shadow abilities, given the (1).
The thief ability could be incredibly useful in combat, but at the same time it doesn't seem guaranteed and 'item of value' can be relative.
Tricky, well... That would go well with Trickster's Sense, to keep me from getting caught flat footed in social situations.
I imagine, to get the most out of Embrace the Night, I'd need to conquer more Dark aligned creatures. I don't know of any off the top of my head, but at the same time... Well, with my luck I'll be bumping into them left and right.
What the heck, why not. Embrace the Night it is.
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