When you wake up in the morning, you notice that your bed has a visitor in it. Guessing from the (too revealing) robes, the visitor is a priestess of the god of sanctuary and hospitality. A healer, in short.
Female magic users have this strange tendency to wear gowns that are somehow both full-length and yet split almost to the crotch. And nobody's convinced they wear a bra.
Basically, they are held up by thin thread and what is assumed to be the collective will of everybody who doesn't wish to see the 230-year old high priestess in her birthday suit. The young one's intact robes are a sacrifice that must be made.
Guessing from the fact that she is hugging you rather closely, you can probable assume you found the lover of the guard general.
Shortly after you wake, she opens her eyes as well and kisses your host on the mouth. She's a fine kisser, but you have no interest.
Gaseous creatures of evil are not swayed by much, even the mountain-moving force that is bewbies.
She gives a giggle after the kiss ,nibbles your ear and touches your privates.
Not one for cuddles and heart-to-heart love-talks, is she?
Now, a priestess is generally not supposed to have romantic relationships, let alone sexual ones. That would make intercourse one of the worse sins.
You know how to play with that. So, what happens next is implied enough so let's move on to after the deed, alright?
The priestess was not prepared for what you just did, so she lies wild-eyed at how it was for her.
Because of the, uh, connection you have managed to place the Mark of Carnifex upon her. She is now unknowingly corrupted and will slowly begin follow your ideals without ever noticing a change.
After that, you get up and go to the castle barracks. The memories of the general indicate how to imitate his schedule.
You have to spend an hour training recruits along with the captains of the guard. This gives you basic response tactics.
On a single target, they surround the target and attempt to use flanking strikes. In case of very powerful foes, casters are used.
On multiple targets, they gather up in a circle and play it safe. The fastest among them uses their cover to get reinforcement when needed. During sieges, a phalanx is formed, while archers use the rooftops for get high-ranking officials.
All in all, they rely on not getting something in the middle of them during groups, and hope nothing gets them from behind in case of a single target.
Sadly, you don't have much info on the mafia's plans, as Mongoose was just a thug.
What now? You still have some paperwork, and then you have to spar in the late afternoon.
What do you do? If you just do your job, please give a plan beyond it, or else it's another short update.
HP: 30/30
Fatigue:30/35
Status:Enjoying a most wonderful host.
Ways of doing damage: Stabbing and other things a strong human like him can do.
Evil: 5/15
Cult members: 15 (potential cult members don't count until properly included using either the Mark or a mutation from the priestess. knowing if that happened or not is also needed.)
Underlings :Goblin tribe.
Spells
Illusion
Rallying cry
Hold person