Dm Isekai Pt 01

****Dear Reader Please Note that if you are looking for a quick fap this chapter is not for you, this is but the first chapter the intro to the whole scenario, there will be erotica within however it just may not be every chapter****

It was Saturday morning; work had ended hours ago, yet Kathrine continued to be perched at her desk. Her headset was unplugged from her personal work computer and into her gaming rig as she sat in the darkness. The only illumination that of the multiple monitors that wrapped around the desk, the left-most two casting a blue glow of her job's default logo screensaver. That left the last two a-glow with Discord chat and that of a virtual tabletop, after all, Kathrine was the Dungeon Master to this eclectic group of people that she only knew online.

"Killagan Nightshade, as you peek through the railing of the dilapidated stairwell you find yourself upon, you catch a glimpse of a humanoid creature working over vials and beakers at an alchemy table. Its pail hands withered and pitted with festering sores as it works. In the corner of the room, opposite the stairwell, you are on, there is a clear crystalline vat with a twelve-foot diameter that spans from floor to ceiling, containing a greying and decaying brain that fills the mass majority of the container. Your eyes catch the movement back at the alchemy table you look to see that humanoid being, its elongated head, and tentacled face coming into view. What do you do?"

"Oh, so an Ilithid, no prob. Killagan would look back down the stairs hold up one index finger to the group below, then draw his bling-ed out, silver-plated, adamantine dagger, bonus action cause of that feat I took to cover the blade in that Purple worm poison, then chuck it at this brain eater's back as an action."

Pinching the bridge of her nose Kathrine would hold back the sigh of disappointing confusion, "Are you sure you want to do that?", she would respond to Douglas, knowing that the creature in front of the party was no ordinary Mind Flayer but an Illithilich, immune to poison and nonmagical attacks. The party as a whole was level nineteen, nearly twenty, and had magic items. This was her like all good DM's offering that olive branch of take-backs for ideas' that may often fail.

"Yeah I am sure, does a twenty-seven hit?"

"It hits."

"Hit hit, crit it. D.C. nineteen death strike."

"Rolled a four plus ten, fourteen. It fails the Purple Worm poison, it will not use a legendary action. Eighteen fails the death strike, it will not use a legendary action."

"Six from dagger, fifty-four extra damage from sneak attack, eighty poison, plus five dexterity, double that for death strike for a total of two hundred and ninety damage, woot, woot."

"You watch as your blade sails through the air perfectly slipping between the ribs on target to puncture not just lung but heart as well. Killagan watches as the blade sticks the target with a sickening clash. As the pale and pallid Ilithid turns from the blow, its undead eyes gaze into your own, and in your mind a thought not your own merely states. Ah, fresh brains to research. A realization, that you may need to rely on your Nine Lives Stealer rapier, dawning on you as the creature before you took no damage that you can tell of. Everyone roll initiative and that's where we will call it for the evening."

After the goodbyes and see-you-next-weeks, Kathrine would disconnect from discord and remove her headset. A glance at the time at the bottom right of her screen said that it was forty-one minutes after midnight. With no real plans for the day, and having not eaten since lunch, Kathrine would take a stand as she made up her mind. Springing to the tips of her feet she would let her inner feline out as she would stretch before grabbing her hoodie and keys. It wouldn't be long until she was out of the second-floor studio she had called home for the past four years and hitting the button to release the magnetic lock on the ground floor to leave the apartment complex.

She would start her run going up and down the downtown hills for eleven blocks before hooking a right for another four to her goal, Domino's. Her fingers flicked through the app as she took the downhill portions in stride, sixteen-piece Parmesan Bread Bites and a two-liter of Sprite, eight-piece sweet mango habanero wings, and pasta primavera. Overall twenty bucks and some change on a one-mile run for food. Beating out the one am closing time Kathrine could not help but be smug with herself as she would start to walk the mile back. Nose in her phone as she took her cool-down pace back to her apartment was when it happened, the sound of screeching tires, an engine roaring with authority, the blinding lights, the pain of being tackled bodily by a one-and-a-half-ton road vehicle, then nothing.

Kathrine blinked in that void of nothing, a single thought playing in her mind, did car-chan really just isekai me? A set of four six-sided dice would appear on a table, floating beside her. Looking around, even under the table, and finding nothing else to do in this void of empty space she would pick up the set and roll. Four, six, two, four, the dice would come up causing a blue number fourteen to appear in the darkness. Eyeing the die with suspicion she would pick them up before letting them go in another roll. One, five, five, one, and a blue eleven would join the fourteen. This was definitely a case of roll four, take the highest three and even with that knowledge in mind, Kathrine would roll again. One, six, six, two, another fourteen. Well, the rolls were not looking too bad, nothing meeting or beating a fifteen, which would have been nice, nor anything below a ten as of yet. Scooping the dice back up and letting them fall. Six, two, one, one, nine, It seems she may have jinxed it as she looked at the die curiously. Just two more rolls to go, closing her eyes she would let the dice drop. Two, four, one, five, another eleven.

"Oh, come on R.N.Geeze-us. Please, just one good roll?", Kathrine would say to the void of space as she would gather the dice for her final roll, eyes shut as the dice tumbled and landed. It would be a ten count before she would even take the slightest peak out of her left eye. Five, six, five, one, sixteen. Not the coveted fabled eighteen that would have been the crème de la crème of dice rolls but fourteen, eleven, fourteen, nine, eleven, and sixteen was still a solid line of stats. A bit of rearranging and it would make for a decent noble background rogue.

That very thought sent Kathrine for a spin as she would blink and find herself in a large California queen-sized bed. Looking around the canopy bed she would determine it consisted of deep rich purples and gossamer silver for its color pallet. Fighting with the comforter Kathrine would force her way out of bed, cool stone brushing against her feet. Elegant as it was the room was sparse for the most part and heavily spider-themed. The place gave Kathrine the chills, as personally spiders kinda freaked her out, eventually however Kathrine would find a mirror. Her now red eyes, straight platinum blonde hair, pointed ears, and ebony skin gazed back at her.

"Oh, for Lolth's sake."

Deep within the demon web pits, the spider queen, goddess of the Drow would smile.