And then I wake up elsewhere. I’m standing in a stone room, but it’s not the Fortress that Moves. It looks like the inside of a church or something. There’s some kind of writing burned into the floor and a dead monk sprawled by the altar at the end with a throwing knife stuck in his face.

It’s chilly... I’m... eek! I’m not wearing my armor... instead I’m wearing some skimpy outfit of metal and leather which shows off way more than it covers. I’m carrying a sword of um... gleaming black iron that glows with red runes. Oh and I’m wearing black thigh boots with armor on them.

It’s night outside, what should I do?

Find a mirror. Do you look older?

>>91924

I find the church font, that's got enough water for a reflection. I look somewhat older, though not that much.

I also have tatoos now...

Freak out about losing months or years of time.

What tattoos?

>>92257

I jerk back from the font, blinking, realizing I look at least a year or two older than I was. The tattoos are similar to ones I've seen on various minions of the formless lord, though mine seem designed to enhance my beauty. Talking of that, looking at myself in the mirror shows I'm awfully well styled compared to what I was, I seem to be wearing make up.

There's a sound behind me, the church doors are opening. A woman's voice sounds "Sister? Are you finished?"