Although I do plan on adding back in the other two unfinished She Was Too Low Level stories to my current projects rotation I wanted to get back to re-working then continuing The Tale of the Nemorvian Band first. Still, I’ve got an itch for some dungeon crawl action so I’m starting a new She Was Too Low Level that will head that way no matter what poll options win! Please enjoy.

Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: This is a short entry at just over 1,000 words. It’s mostly the intro with a semi-introduction to the main character so that readers have a glimpse of her before choosing the main set up via the polls. There’s no sex, although it does lean a bit into misogyny kink from the get go as these stories often do.

Taima Gloomshout, Level 1 Faun Fighter

The city of Midgate had grown much since its early days as a small outpost founded by just a handful of people looking to build something in Alaria’s vast wilds. In less than a single Human lifespan it had grown into a sprawling urban center with a population larger than any settlement had had in its region since before the Great Collapse.

As the city grew ever larger more of the wilds around it needed to be cleared to make room for farmlands to support the ever-growing population. That meant Midgate’s Adventurers’ Guildhall was always busy. There was an endless stream of quests to clear out packs of bandits and monsters from the developing countryside and the nearby wilds. There were just as many quests to explore and clear out newly discovered ruins and hidden dungeons out beyond that point as the people of Midgate looked to future expansions that would require clearing even more of the region’s long-abandoned wilds.

Any Adventurers’ Guildhall that busy would attract plenty of Adventurers from near and far. Midgate attracted even more, a disproportionate number of them women. It was well known that the Guildhall’s Guildmaster, a pleasant older Human man, was more willing to give novice female Adventurers chances other Guildmasters might not.

It was true that the area surrounding Midgate was more dangerous than most. And any who paid attention to things at the city’s Adventurer’s Guildhall would see that a larger number of Adventurers, predominately female ones, went missing or met dark fates after taking up quests they ended up being too low level for. But few paid that close attention, and those that did thought little of it. After all, the life of an Adventurer was rife with danger, EVERYONE knew that.

Yet there were some who knew the truth. They knew that the kind Guildmaster who seemed to dote on novice female Adventurers wasn’t what he seemed, that he was something far more sinister. By this point all those that knew were allies of his in some way, either working towards the same goals or using his sinister aims to further their own dark or perverse machinations.

And then there were those DESTINED to discover the truth. Inexperienced and often young female Adventurers eager to prove themselves. Women like Taima Gloomshout, a novice Faun Fighter who had just joined the Adventurers Guild.

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The Guildmaster stood behind his counter, smiling pleasently as he looked out at the tavern-like common room of his Guildhall. Full to capacity tonight, he thought. And so many of those Adventurers are inexperienced women, each and every one of them an affront to the profession and in needing to be ‘taken care of’. Once that would have bothered me, but after all these years I savor their presence knowing it only makes this wrong all the more easy for me to right.

It wasn’t that he hated women. He ADORED women, they just needed to live the kinds of lives they were meant to live. And the life of an Adventurer is NOT the kind of life women were meant to live, he thought with near-religious zeal and certainty.

One of the female Adventurers walked by, a pretty young thing but with no real skill or talent. The Guildmaster smiled and nodded to her, keeping up the false persona he’d worked so long to build. The kind ex-Adventurer eager to give all these inexperienced women chances they wouldn’t get anywhere else.

That one won’t last long, he thought as the girl waved and smiled back at him. Too little natural talent. Too dumb. She’ll quit or meet a dark fate while out on a quest soon, I won’t even have to arrange things to ensure it happens.

There had been more of that lately. As his reputation spread, and the legends of how much work there was in Midgate, more of these doomed young female Adventurers came to his Guildhall. Sometimes it felt like they were being drawn there by some magical or even divine power. If they were he only saw that as proof the work he was doing was right and proper, although he never felt the need to puzzle out the truth.

Having dismissed the girl as insignificant his eyes started making their way through the crowd. He needed a project for the night, a novice female Adventurer who had potential that needed to be squashed before she became too powerful for him to deal with.

His eyes fell on a young Faun Fighter. That one, he thought, zeroing in first on the young Faun’s smiling face and pretty, round features then dropping to the girl’s indecently overlarge breasts. He knew he wasn’t the only man in the room staring at them. Nearly every man, and many of the women, nearby were. And the rest have at least taken a peak, the Guildmaster thought, certain the girl’s tits were the reason she was getting so much attention.

The girl, who looked barely of age and couldn’t have left her home to become an Adventurer more than a year ago, seemed somehow oblivious to the way her huge breasts drew so much attention. And although they were the reason most eyes fell on her the scandalously revealing Adventurer’s gear she wore ensured they weren’t the only reason.

She wore sexy knee-high stockings and had on a skirt so short she’d be in danger of flashing the people behind her if she bent forward too far. The chest of her leather armor looked as though it had been cut out to expose her breasts which hung barely supported in a skimpy bikini-style top that appeared to be struggling to contain her tits’ impressive bulk and apparent weight.

The Guildmaster figured it had to be a Faun cultural thing. He’d seen that before. They ran hot and often preferred to have plenty of exposed skin even in chillier climates, and as such their cultures were more open with exposed flesh than most.

Still, he’d never seen breasts that size on a Faun. She was one of the goatish ones, with curved ram-like antlers on the sides of her head and a stocky, muscular, build. He’d seen those kinds of Fauns tended to have even smaller breasts than the far more feminine deer-like members of their race.

He knew the goatish Fauns tended to be freakishly muscular like Dwarves. Normally they had almost mannish, squat muscular builds. Although THIS Faun was a bit squat and was almost certainly strong compared to a Human woman she was also young, so those muscles would still be developing. And, more noticeably, any muscles she had were covered in thick layers of almost plump feminine softness.

It’s the reason she’s had such a hard time finding a party to join, the Guildmaster thought. Most look at her and see a plump, giggling bimbo with tits so huge they can’t imagine she’d even be able to swing those two swords she keeps on her wide hips. For all I know those huge udders DO keep her from being an effective Fighter. Or maybe they are why she duel wields, maybe somehow that allows her to fight around their bulk.

He hoped that wasn’t it. He hoped she dual-wields because she thinks it looks cool. She was only ranked as a Level One fighter by the Adventurers’ Guild and it seemed she’d never completed any official quests, although he had no way of knowing what she’d accomplished BEFORE joining the Guild.

But she was a Faun. They were rare in this part of Alaria so few realized the potential they had. Faun women seemed especially drawn or fated to accomplish great deeds, often favored by the gods and the forces that opposed the gods and forces the Guildmaster worked with. As ridiculous as she looked he knew if given the chance that huge-titted, giggling bimbo could become a mighty warrior. If he was going to take care of her to ensure that never happened he needed to do it soon. But how?

Are Taima’s over-large breasts natural, or is there a reason she’s so freakishly busty? (Choose up to 2 options from this poll)

Who or what will the big bad leading leading to Taima’s doom be? (Choose up to 4 options from this poll)

Before Taima heads out to meet her doom she’ll have some kind of sexual encounter in the Guildhall. What will it be? (Choose up to 6 options from this poll)