You find a seemingly forgotten bag left by a long extinguished campfire. An embroidered rose marks the bag as more than a standard adventurer's sack.Would you like to check its contents?

Giving the interior of the book a quick glance, it was surprisingly uninteresting. Mostly sounding like some conspiracy theory about an organization within the adventurer's guild that primarily hired those with dubious morals. However, within the pages, a small black envelope would fall out. Roughly half the size of the pages it was concealed within. On the front of the envelope was a single word written in ink dyed by chalk, if the occasional splotch of black within the ink was anything to go off. The name was Aella.Would you like to find out more?

The book on closer examination seems to include some rather raunchy things. From crazed ramblings about sharp fangs to experimental magic use in the... bedroom? This seems highly personal, are you really going to pry into Aella's private thoughts?Abso-fuckin-lutely!

The letter contained within the envelope is primarily formal. And if the way it's written is anything to go off, whatever the correspondence prior had it's intended effect. The letter is a glowing breakdown of Aella, a supposed illusionist, one of the cutting edges of experimental illusionary magic. If the praise is to be believed at least.About halfway through the letter, it changes to coded text. With no indication of the cypher being used left within Aella's belongings, information within your grasp has never felt so distant."gejca, mzk pypmxfzs bzsvmyscu ig gar niihj iopielhunbvnvw grc wike. zhc tlbwtt gj nhl cijcigy zo fvak sty lvghloarzog. al yml dxuodc ko msqe rye cgh, ir nondj bcktxj uup jttfjilx wbln tfvm. agcetvr, b vu uluekkzalu iy quu ryigc eosi ttdknrj wtkzeb fn lmih y aou. al ir uoxkt't ef th quu, gk'le yu tm iolw."It would take time to decode. However, probably not necessary. What you have learnt from the letter however is more than enough, you're looking for a woman who is known primarily for her illusion magic. Perhaps it's best to keep an eye out the next time you visit a city, illusionists often perform as street magicians. However, if she's taking up jobs that require a coded message, perhaps it's best to not find her and put everything back where you found it?

• F-List

Despite the highly personal nature of the text contained within this, you decide to press on, and gleen a solid list of what Aella may be into.Whether wielding this information makes you feel like a pervert, or deeply connected to the woman is a judgement only your conscience can make for you.You can put the book back now.

Biting.One of the first entries in this book is more on the vanilla side of things. Which shouldn't be too much of a surprise, given presumably at time of writing Aella had very little to no experience when it came to more intimate relationships.As described best by Aella herself."There's something that makes me near feral about being marked up by the teeth of another in the heat of passion."

Bondage.Still early into the book, Aella broadens her horizons. Going into great detail about the sensations of rope keeping her usually nimble body perfectly still.Jotted within the margins of this page is various BDSM terms, some scrawled out, others circled. Clearly, Aella has been very active in finding her way around said terms. Some of the more notable are Rope Bunny, with the word bunny scrawled out and mouse scrawled in with a question mark next to it. And masochist, to which there is just a simple ellipses jotted beneath it. The disappointed sigh as she circled it in the past is almost audible though the frustrated dotting.

Aphrodisiacs.It's no surprise, given what you've cobbled together about Aella that this is a natural progression for her. She describes the sensation of a particularly potent aphrodisiac as being in a "near heat induced mindset".Further more, given what little you could piece together about her line of work, it's no surprise that Aella would perhaps have some very easy access to such substances.

Electro-play.This one appears to have been an accidental discovery. At least, that's how Aella wrote about it. Albeit how often does someone like Aella interact with witches & wizards who specialize in electricity does call into question just how accidental such an encounter was...Especially considering her thoughts at the bottom that described the witch as "A bitch with a mean streak, undeniably one of the most beautiful witches to grace my ever revolving circle of acquaintances."

Degradation, praise, pet play.To no one's surprise, at least the next two entries were dedicated to that unnamed "Bitch with a mean streak." As if emphasizing the very accusation, the next few pages are solely a week long recount of her time with the witch.In which Aella was treated more like a familiar, including being scolded, being praised, and a little bit of collar and leash play. Aella was clearly very into it, if the hearts jotted in the margins are to be believed.

Potions/injections.Following the prior entry, Aella describes also being a guinea pig for the withes potions whilst she was under her care. She describes the first potion as inducing an actual heat state, as well as some descriptors of what she did in that state. Most of which are rather humiliating, all things considered. The second potion blinded her as a side effect, if only temporary. However it apparently made her ever so sensitive to touch. She lovingly refers to it as a "see no evil" potion. The rest of the text goes on about other various effects of potions she ingested during this time. As well as listing a few potion ideas, with a few sets of ingredients.Whilst nothing was injected within the passages, Aella has made a note at the bottom of the page where she summarizes her thoughts about injections being used in the same manner as potions.

Lipstick marking.This entry is an anomaly. Of all the things written as though it were experienced, this ever so simple one was written as though Aella was day-dreaming about it. Maybe she doesn't get the opportunity to wear lipstick too often?Either that, or the woman thinks at this point such a simple request seems too out of place when it comes to what else she wishes for.And yet there are quite a few degrading pages that'd make even a dwarven arms-master grow red in the cheeks.

The last few pages are less related to kinks, and more related to Aella's... Bucket list is perhaps the most applicable term for it. Although with some crossed off, and others with various notes and leads. As well as potential clients to keep an eye out for that may offer a way to contact certain groups.ElvesThe ever illusive race, this one may be harder given they tend to be more closed off in their communities. However, as an illusionist, surely it should be assumed I would take interest in their... Customs.KitsunesAnother hard to track one, maybe I need to lower my standards... No. Kitsune's have a multitude of myths surrounding them and their powers. Call it curiosity, call it foolishness. At very least I want to know if stroking a kitsune's tail would curse me for a thousand years. Given my species doesn't tend to last that long, would the curse potentially extend my life like some stories claim? Or would it just make the rest of my life shorter.Any infernal(There is a scribbled out joke in the margin you can't make out too much of, but from what little you can make of it, it's something about getting the soul sucked out of her.)This one should be easier. A lot of incompetent conjurers will conjure an entity they have no rights having the reigns over. Much like the Kitsune, I am curious to see how much of an infernal's power can be channeled into bonding. If I can free a powerful one from an incompetent mage, who knows, perhaps I can get something more than just a good time out of it.Necromancer, or anyone who can cast soul magic.(Once again, there is a joke more fiercely scrawled out, which disappointingly again refers to something about the soul.)One of the rarer schools of magic, typically, from research. The magic starts with good intent, but the road to the hells is oft pathed with such intentions. This one I am unsure what exactly I'm looking for, partially I just want to get inside that headspace and understand what drives them. As with infernals however, the forbidden fruit is often the sweetest, so who am I to decline any events that take place afterwards.

Knights & Nobles.This one is pretty self explanatory. Who doesn't want to feel important, even if it is just for a... knight or two.The shakiness of the handwriting which had been ever so neat up until this point indicated Aella was probably laughing to herself as she wrote it.All jokes aside, whilst that is partially the reason. Having an in with a noble, as well as knowing how knights of a certain area act is an ever handy tool. A web of information from reliable sources will forever be my best tool for what I do.Perhaps it's time to return to the book you previously disregarded as a conspiracy.Dryads/forest spirits, or hell, spirits of any kind.Splinters are curable, but a story about being intimate with a dryad will always bag a free round of drinks at a bar. (Trust me, I've used this at least four times now.)Much like me, people are curious about the world around them. Whilst so far, none of what I've said when asked to recount my tales has been truthful,(apologies to anyone who beat me to the accused tree fucker status if my tall tales were inaccurate, may the splinters heal fast. :c )I would like to know just how close I got to the truth. Beyond that, I've always been curious about how entities that embody aspects of our world express affection. As well as curious to see if such a raw emotion effects the environment around such a being.(There is a note in the margin's to make sure to grab a fire resistance elixir before venturing to the island nations.)Vampires. Werewolves too I guess.Where to even start with these two. These two embody aspects that make me eager just thinking about them. Although, to be honest. The consequences scare me a little. I don't know how I'd feel getting turned into either. How would that even work with werewolves? Would I turn into a wolf humanoid? Or would I just turn into a giant rat?The next few pages are dedicated to a chunk of research that seems to have taken some time in figuring out the logistics of such a conundrum. However, the research ends with just a giant, circled question mark.Despite this however, at the very least. It would be interesting to compare how the vampire high society contrasts to the high society of any other group. All I know is if I find a chance, I'm taking it. Even if it results in light headed-ness.

Upon returning to the book you had previously discarded, the ink swirls on the page. Before slowly seeping out towards the edge, lifting one hand, the ink retreats from the edge where your fingers had clutched. Before attempting to transfer to the other side of the book. If you were smart, or, if such simple magic was unexpected, the book would fall from your hands.With no heat, the ink seemed unsure as to what it was supposed to do. Until an unseen finger seemed to guide it, shaping it into a rune that may or may not be familiar. However the effects were immediate.Smoke would leak from the book, eventually forming into a vaguely humanoid shape. The figure would lean against a wall, wherever they were. Although it looked odd as smoke took the pose without anything to lean against.Stood before you was a surprisingly small woman, mouse or rat like features adorning her. From the animal ears that twitched on her head, a long thin tail with what appeared to be a small metal device at the end of it."Took you long enough, you really feel the need to go through everything? And you were going to rob poor lil me blind? How could you, you heinous villain.~"Aella's voice was ever so light, ever playful. She seemed to be fucking with you."Relax, I jest.~ I assume if you read all of that, you're interested in finding me. To which I say, you'd perhaps have better luck finding gold in an avalanche.~"As her words left, the smoke shifted into a plume of white. Very much like she described. A sudden weight would plunge down on you, and it would be suffocating. Much like you had actually been buried under several feet of snow. As soon as your vision was filled, it would disappear. The pouch that had been the object of your interest now gone.Left in it's place, a golden envelope. She was sending you on a wild goose chase. Were you really about to do such a thing?If you were to pick up said envelope, a faint chuckle would echo through the forest. With it a few words clearly meant to encourage you, that playful taunt filling your ears."Lets play a game of cat and mouse shall we~? Best of luck.~"