AN: I'm tired, and want to sleep in due to a binge watch of Stranger Things on Netflix. Fun show with first edition D&D quips, will recommend it to anyone who likes that stuff. Anyways, here's a new chapter!

As per usual, thank you all for reading thus far. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please do not hesitate to voice them.

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Needless to say, the twins did laugh as they pulled my body away from Beelzebub's gaze whilst I summoned up the extensive wardrobe many had become envious of within the last century. This led to the pair's delight, as they scrambled into a section marked with triple X's, but were dragged out by my person. Of course, they each pouted and whined. Even more so when I caused that one to vanish from their eyes to when it came.

"Nyo," they wailed, begging my person to return it. This led to my person dragging them off and towards the female section which was full of undergarments, dresses, and "Adventurer" gear. Of which equated to some revealing leathered and plate armours that I wanted nothing to do with. Unfortunately, the other two decided to strip and try on anything and everything that was their size.

"Yin, Yang," my voice, deep and cold, stopped them in their tracks as they slowly glanced at my person. For my own eyes flared with great displeasure at their antics, whilst my own hair waved about my person in a maddening dance. "You both are here to help my person to dress in clothing which will help mitigate some damage against my person. I require something none too revealing, but still comfortable and no, I do not care what kind it is."

"Okay," they cried out as one, and scurried away from my position whilst I sighed heavily from their antics. They were acting very much like children, of which they were not. "It would be so much easier if I had Sia, but then again..." My facial features scrunched as memories flowed throughout my mind. One where my Chosen had found out that I can become a female, but did not wish to do so unless absolutely necessary. However, after much begging and pleading, I reluctantly gave in. This in turn became something I regret, as I chose a small child much like this one, of which they tormented my person with dresses, face paints, and brushes.

No. I did not berate their persons for performing such things against my desires. Instead, I simply endured it all in silence as they continued. For it was their promised reward, and I always keep my promises.

In any case, once I returned from my revelry, I noted the pair wagging their many tails as they held up what was simply called "Skimpy Outfits". "Yin, that outfit is far too revealing. Yang, those are leather strings. I will not wear either, so do my person a favour, and search for practical garments."

Ah, if any of your are wondering if my voice changed along with my body, then do not worry. For it did, and was of a higher pitch than normal, much like that of a child of eight cycles. Of which equates to twelve years.

After speaking such words to the Kitsunes, they left my presence once more in order to search for something different. However, there came a crash from within the plate and mail section of the wardrobe. This caused my person to set out in order to see what I may see.

For those who do not know, within fifty or so cycles after our ejection from Terra, I had amassed a wealth of gold, jewels, weapons, armour, and cloth of all variations. Yes. I am boasting, as no others within our two Pantheons have created one to rival my own. Now, the reason why I am speaking of this now is from the fact that it is quite extensive, and requires much walking. Even though I could simply flit amongst the many sections, I simply chose not to. This was so, as I desired to have them suffer for a time until my person reached them. Especially if they were stuck under something heavy.

No. I was not worried for their persons, as they are able to become small, desert foxes in order to lessen the damage against their bodies. Of which they did so, or rather, Yin did so. For she mewed pitifully underneath a large helmet which was used to fit the skull of my skeletal self. Of which accentuated my visage one hundred times in order to frighten the hearts and minds of all who look upon it.

Sighing once again, I used my energies to lift up the helmet and tossed it aside. Of which allowed her to scamper towards my person as a small, dark furred fox with three tails. She then attached herself to my right leg, just as her sister latched onto my left as a white furred fox with the same amount of tails. To this, I leaned down and pat their heads softly, which caused them to emit an unfamiliar sound that I took as pleasure.

However, upon their returning to their Kitsune selves, both were strung up by my energies and had their rears swatted by my hands until they were sore. Yes. They enjoyed it somewhat, until I trickled some salt water over the reddened areas. This caused them to yelp loudly as some of it entered a few cracks in their skin.

"Do. Not. Touch. My. Armour," my voice was once more low and deep, "That one over there," my right forefinger pointed towards the helmet, "will kill you if you stare at it for too long. Just as many others will do the same."

"B-but, we didn't know," mewed Yang, of whom had tears in her eyes.

"Yes. You did." Soon after speaking these words, my hands gripped their ears as I dragged them over to the entryway of the 'Plate Armour' section, and pointed towards the left. Whereupon I did spy a ruined sign with a missing seal upon it. "That one right there was active, which means you went in there and disrupted the magicks until it fizzled out. The section you were in was meant to keep idiots like you away from there. For that one holds many secrets and curses which must never be wielded, or even held, by the immature.

"Do. Not. Touch. My. Armour," I repeated once more, glaring into their eyes as they were released and refused to look in my direction, "For this offense, you will not be allowed into the area you whined about."

This explanation caused their eyes to widen, whilst Yang smack her sister upside the head. Of which caused both of their persons to glare at one another before they became small foxes once more, and attacked each other. To which I sighed yet again, and summoned up my energies to search out and pull a few garments which would be used for my person within the next visit to Terra; of which consisted of a full suit of leather-mail.

Leather-mail, by the by, was simply chainmail mixed with simple and hard leather armours. Of which, when treated correctly, was almost as hard as iron. In this case, it was magickally treated by one of the few Magick Core Dwarves of Forge. These ones, as you well know, are amongst the rarest type of Dwarves upon that world. Amongst the entirety of that race, they are the only ones capable of wielding the energies of the elements. Although a few have been created as war machines, the majority are Artificers. Which means they simply create magickal equipment, tools, and weapons for whomever and whatever has hired them.

Which was what I wore, but only as an undergarment. For an over-garment, I chose a long sleeved, black and white frilly dress with a red ribbon tied around my throat. No. It was not tied in a bow, just simply tied around my neck. My hair, however, did have a bow, but it was made of endarkened shadows which caused uneasiness and instilled a small amount of fear into the hearts and minds of all who see it.

Now, normally such an image would be ruined by the fact that I wore leathers under the dress, but had it hidden away with something called "stockings" and "high heels". The latter of the two, I do not understand how it is that so many females could where them. For although I could feel nothing, they were still quite troublesome to walk around in. Which led my person to simply do away with them for some slippers that had been enchanted with the ability to keep dust, dirt, grime, and blood off of them and the wearer. Which meant, so long as I continued to wear them, my clothing and armour will stay clean.

Upon my completion, I swirled around in order to enjoy the billowing of the dress for a time, before sending out my energies in order to bring forth a suit of plate armour the size of a Human. ">," I intoned, pointing with palms outwards towards the suit of armour, ">."

What flowed out of my person was a multitude of silver strands, each slowly entering the armour before my person. This then caused it to jerk and shake as several dozens of Human fist size spell circles, the colour of bright pink, appeared over each of the joints as well as upon the head and torso. Of which was necessary for this sort of spell, as a Divine Animation would give an inanimate object... life.

No. This was not true life, but a pseudo one, as a true life would require the use of all three Gifts by one person. These were, by the by, the Spark of Purity, the Gift of All Knowledge, and the Gift of Absolute Power. Yes. I hold all three of these, but at that time I did not and could only grant them an faux life.

"Come," I spoke to the creature which was called "Living Armour", "Your name will be Sir Geralt, Knight of the Sword, and you are sworn to serve my person until I release you. Understand?"

"Yes," spoke a hollow voice which echoed within the armour.

"Good. Upon my person, if you do well, then I shall grant you true life." Upon so saying, a white spell circle erupted around our persons just as a large tower shield and glaive was handed to the Living Armour. Of which then engulfed our being, whisking us away and into Terra.

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AN2: This Living Armour will be popping up more in the book with Nox number two than it will be here. Along with a few others that I've glossed over and continue to forget about their existences...