The hard part, Kei thought to herself as she swung her lithe, taut body up and over the ancient crumbling wall of the Night's Keep, was coming up with a title for her latest adventure. Perhaps 'Kei and the Night Bloom's Doomed Tomb of Gloom'? Or was that a little too much assonance? She wanted something catchy, something that would roll of the tongue of the traveling bards that wandered through the Blind Unicorn Tavern every night and listened to her tales of heroism. A good tale worked wonders for her reputation, after all, and a monster slayer was only worth as much as her reputation.
She dropped down lightly, landing behind a patrol of lethargic zombies and decapitating a straggling undead soldier with the blade of her shovel before it even noticed her presence. Perhaps 'Kei and the Revenge of Gravedigger's Glory'? Kei ducked under the swipe of a necrotic set of talons as she mused on her artistic decision, bringing the shovel up like a spear to slice cleanly through the tomb guardian's neck. Perhaps that one focused a bit too much on the shovel? It was really just a focus for her powers, and Kei didn't want every wannabe adventurer out there thinking that all they needed to do to become a badass was steal her weapon.
On the other hand, she liked the idea of putting 'revenge' right there in the title. Kei brought the shovel around in a wide, slicing arc that went clean through the next three zombies that lurched forward at her. 'Revenge' was one of those good strong words that always got an audience's attention, and there was always someone hiring adventurers to avenge the death of a friend or a loved one at the hands of a bugbear or a troll or something. And these days, the gold couldn't flow in fast enough--Kei's little common house at the end of the street was full of new queerbabies who needed a place to stay until they got on their feet, and the king's taxes didn't pay themselves.
(Well, except for that one year where she negotiated a full tax holiday in exchange for taking out that frost giant who was blockading the main road into Hound's Port. But frost giants didn't come along every day, especially not with a very big head on a very big pike warning them off.)
Kei converted her momentum into a spin, ducking low under the outstretched arms of the last two undead and taking their legs off at the knees. She speared each of them through the skull, finishing them off, but her mind was still more on her muse than her battle. Would people really understand that a gravedigging shovel was getting revenge if it re-killed the zombies who unburied themselves? Or was that a bit too abstract? The Blind Unicorn attracted a bawdy crowd, there more for the liquor and the glory holes than the literary arts. They might not appreciate some of the subtleties of Kei's ideas.
Which wasn't to say Kei was above liquor and glory holes herself. She'd spent enough nights on both sides of that wall to appreciate the tavern's lewder charms--hell, one evening a month servicing the patrons could be as lucrative as a week's adventuring, depending on the clientele. Not that Kei had any plans of giving up monster slaying in favor of her oral talents just yet, but she did enjoy showing off her skills every once in a while. And it paid to keep in practice, just in case she met someone cute with the right equipment.
Kei got a forcible reminder that it didn't do to get distracted when the ground around her suddenly erupted in a forest of animated, skeletal arms. She did a whirling leap through the air that landed her on a headstone ten feet away and got her mind back on her principal task--devising a title for her adventure. 'Kei and the Forest of Skeletons' sounded pretty cool, of course, but nobody was scared of skeletons these days. Even the bartender had taken down a skeleton during the invasion of the Lich Prince. Those old bones just shattered too easy under the force of a good solid blow.
Especially from someone channeling the pure power of confidence in her true self, Kei thought, smashing a half-dozen ribcages with a wave of thunderous force from her shovel's tip. Not that any of the other women she'd encouraged to transition had wound up so determined in their gender identity that it literally leaked out of their fists, but Kei was pretty sure that they just needed a little more support. And maybe something heavy to hit things with.
Or possibly it was the sex. Kei had enjoyed a pretty high sex drive even before she transitioned, but now... well, confidence wasn't the only thing she was full to bursting with. Even with three girlfriends, she wasn't exactly breaking out of the 'lusty adventurer' stereotype any time soon. If anything, a bit of quality violence only seemed to turn her on--watching those skeletons crumble into bone fragments was enough to make Kei glad she had a roomy codpiece, and she really hoped she didn't run into a lamia or a siren. The last thing she needed was more distractions when she was sure she was about to come up with the perfect title.