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In the morning, a military council was held in Osgold Ron's tent, which was as black as same darkness itself. Each of the twenty-one captains of the Brown Banner had their own place beside a long rectangular table made of dark wood. The commander-in-chief himself sat upon a throne adorned with the trophy magic wands of priestesses. Several novices of the Great Cathedral of Ceraria, who until recently were proud, lay at the foot of this throne, at the lord's feet; and nearby, on a neat chair, sat an aristocratic-looking lady with a heavy gaze. Everything in the tent pointed exactly to who was in charge here and who held absolute power.
– Greetings, brothers! – Osgold Ron raised a glass of wine. – Today is that good old day for distributing new orders for your detachments. You are all ready for new orders, are you not?
A wave of agreeing voices swept through the tent.
– Very well. First, to the pressing matter: Governor Tirsel, with the support of a mentor from the Academy, nearly destroyed Captain Remar's detachment. The other captains will have to lend a warrior or two to fill this gap.
– I will give three!
– And I four!
– I thank you for your mercy, commander-in-chief, – Captain Remar bowed his head.
Osgold Ron nodded.
– It is a necessity. Next, the second and eleventh detachments receive twenty thousand coins each for their merits.
The captains of the mentioned detachments also bowed to the commander-in-chief.
– Now to the orders...
For the next half hour, Osgold Ron sent his captains either on a raid, to set an ambush, or to capture priestesses. Then it was Remar Vulna's turn.
– And you, with your new detachment, will go to the capital.
– The capital? – Remar frowned, – I have little chance of achieving success there.
– Do not worry. I am not sending you to be slaughtered. For now, – Osgold Ron let out a chuckle, – find and kill the acting diplomat of the House of Pink Flowers. His name is Kearak and he knows too much. Everything you need to know, I have detailed in this letter.
– I will do everything, commander-in-chief, – Remar took the document.
– And now... it is time to rest a bit before great achievements. Help yourselves, my dear captains, – Osgold Ron feigned something remotely resembling friendliness.
A boisterous feast began. Apparently, the Brown Banner did not suffer from poverty, for the commander-in-chief served the most exquisite game, fish, seafood, and wine on his table. There was a place here for slaves as well. Priestesses with suppressor collars and simply unlucky captives. Only one woman held substantial rights in this host, and she sat beside Osgold.
– Forward! Under the brown banner to the overthrow of the poison-blooded usurper!
This toast was supported with particular enthusiasm. Especially by the mysterious woman.
Meanwhile, in another part of the camp:
Somewhere behind the tents of Remar Vulna's detachment, which had not yet replenished its losses, Sirin and several knights who had long been dissatisfied with their position were preparing a daring escape plan.
– It is exactly so, my lady! The commander-in-chief, the captains, and the elite squad are busy with the council. No one expects such audacity!
– If they catch us, they will be executed as a warning to others... – came a voice full of skepticism.
– If we stay, we change nothing, – Sirin exclaimed, – now or never!
The knights nodded.
– Since we are gathered here, what is there to lose! There is no turning back. Victory or death. I will distract them, you break through, – decided the founder of the tradition of wearing only a helmet and pants. With that, the dispute ended.
Sirin and her previously carefully selected allies moved to break through. And luck even favored them up until the bridge over the last moat... Alas, it was here, a step from the goal, that the unforeseen happened.
– You... – Sirin nearly shrieked with rage.
Saki unexpectedly appeared before the fugitives. Tidying herself up after a wild night, she had missed the start of the council, but did not miss her only chance to kill someone: Sirin, who had risked opposing the will of the Brown Banner.
Sirin's rage knew no bounds. For the knights, who had already been lured to her side with difficulty, immediately fell victim to Saki's doll-like charm. And yet, Sirin was not so simple either. Beams of pure void energy flew from her fingers and struck her hated rival in the stomach. This caused considerable damage, though it did not kill the blade on the spot. Saki, in response, tried to pounce on Sirin with the "Empress's Reaper" at the ready, but was hindered by her own dazed knights. She could not harm them, but they, seized by uncontrollable lust, grabbed her arms and legs, preventing her from moving. The fact that Sirin was shooting Saki from a safe distance, alas, did not reach their minds distorted by the aura. In her helpless position, the blade first received a second burst of void, then a third, and finally, the finishing blow. Her charred body collapsed to the ground, and with it, the stupor vanished.
– Well... – cursed one of the knights, realizing what had happened.
– Yes... yes... yes! Take that, you piece of filth! – Sirin screamed. – Wretched uneducated spawn!
– Oh boy... Alright, we have no time for all this! Run!
The fugitives rushed into the forest and successfully disappeared into its gloomy thickets.
Sirin's escape was discovered only after the conclusion of the council, but no one, absolutely no one, was upset by Saki's tragic death. It even pleased Osgold Ron.
– She lived meaninglessly and died meaninglessly, – Captain Remar eventually said to all this.
A pursuit was soon sent after the fugitives, but alas, it was not crowned with success. Sirin and her comrades seemed to vanish into thin air. However, this did not hinder the grand designs of the Brown Banner in any way.
The character Saki dies. F
Meanwhile at the portals:
Stepping into the portal, Skufinson finds himself in a spacious hall not far from the passage to the surface. Inside, strange ugly creatures are bustling, moaning, and crying. From the perspective of Northerners, even ordinary Kaishi seemed like weaklings, but these looked more like a set of rotting arms and legs than anything complete. The freaks reacted hostiley to Skufinson, hissing and snapping, but did not attack. However, this did not stop some individuals from whispering a quite audible "die, die, die!" and crawling toward the unwelcome guest. In any case, the sight was utterly disgusting.
Meanwhile at WORK:
Envy can be premature... And the fox did not know that the Will of Hedonism adhered to the ancient principle of bearded dwarves "this counts as one!".
Before leaving, Renardo's followers expressed a few more unpleasant words:
– Heretic... You convinced yourself of a lie and walk around all so pleased. You invented the "will" of the Lord for yourself; that is the whole secret.
The Sorntarnites soon leave, but an unpleasant aftertaste remains.
Sho-Ni loses 50 organization points.
Meanwhile in the branch of the House of Pink Flowers:
Contrary to Derevos's expectations, Kearak's words were simple politeness: he had no papers on his desk other than the necessary ones. So the fox simply had to wait while the guard properly inspected the branch from the inside. When he finally arrived, Kearak smiled broadly:
– I see you have appreciated our decor. It is indeed highly outstanding! But closer to business. Here, take a look.
A stack of letters lay on the table, containing irrefutable evidence of the Brown Banner host's involvement in the case of the poor refugees, as well as maps of some movement routes for the freaks. Alas, two of the most important secrets were not here: the name of the client and the scheme for infiltrating the capital.
– Unfortunately, even we do not have a full picture of the actions. However, what is happening is the work of the Brown Banner. There is no doubt about that. Only why... that is what we are trying to find out, but so far, alas, unsuccessfully.
In one of the letters, there was a mention of the mysterious title "Empress," which did not belong to any ruler on Aberate except Ceraria, and even then, she used it only in a figurative sense.
– Greetings, brothers! – Osgold Ron raised a glass of wine. – Today is that good old day for distributing new orders for your detachments. You are all ready for new orders, are you not?
A wave of agreeing voices swept through the tent.
– Very well. First, to the pressing matter: Governor Tirsel, with the support of a mentor from the Academy, nearly destroyed Captain Remar's detachment. The other captains will have to lend a warrior or two to fill this gap.
– I will give three!
– And I four!
– I thank you for your mercy, commander-in-chief, – Captain Remar bowed his head.
Osgold Ron nodded.
– It is a necessity. Next, the second and eleventh detachments receive twenty thousand coins each for their merits.
The captains of the mentioned detachments also bowed to the commander-in-chief.
– Now to the orders...
For the next half hour, Osgold Ron sent his captains either on a raid, to set an ambush, or to capture priestesses. Then it was Remar Vulna's turn.
– And you, with your new detachment, will go to the capital.
– The capital? – Remar frowned, – I have little chance of achieving success there.
– Do not worry. I am not sending you to be slaughtered. For now, – Osgold Ron let out a chuckle, – find and kill the acting diplomat of the House of Pink Flowers. His name is Kearak and he knows too much. Everything you need to know, I have detailed in this letter.
– I will do everything, commander-in-chief, – Remar took the document.
– And now... it is time to rest a bit before great achievements. Help yourselves, my dear captains, – Osgold Ron feigned something remotely resembling friendliness.
A boisterous feast began. Apparently, the Brown Banner did not suffer from poverty, for the commander-in-chief served the most exquisite game, fish, seafood, and wine on his table. There was a place here for slaves as well. Priestesses with suppressor collars and simply unlucky captives. Only one woman held substantial rights in this host, and she sat beside Osgold.
– Forward! Under the brown banner to the overthrow of the poison-blooded usurper!
This toast was supported with particular enthusiasm. Especially by the mysterious woman.
Meanwhile, in another part of the camp:
Somewhere behind the tents of Remar Vulna's detachment, which had not yet replenished its losses, Sirin and several knights who had long been dissatisfied with their position were preparing a daring escape plan.
– It is exactly so, my lady! The commander-in-chief, the captains, and the elite squad are busy with the council. No one expects such audacity!
– If they catch us, they will be executed as a warning to others... – came a voice full of skepticism.
– If we stay, we change nothing, – Sirin exclaimed, – now or never!
The knights nodded.
– Since we are gathered here, what is there to lose! There is no turning back. Victory or death. I will distract them, you break through, – decided the founder of the tradition of wearing only a helmet and pants. With that, the dispute ended.
Sirin and her previously carefully selected allies moved to break through. And luck even favored them up until the bridge over the last moat... Alas, it was here, a step from the goal, that the unforeseen happened.
– You... – Sirin nearly shrieked with rage.
Saki unexpectedly appeared before the fugitives. Tidying herself up after a wild night, she had missed the start of the council, but did not miss her only chance to kill someone: Sirin, who had risked opposing the will of the Brown Banner.
Sirin's rage knew no bounds. For the knights, who had already been lured to her side with difficulty, immediately fell victim to Saki's doll-like charm. And yet, Sirin was not so simple either. Beams of pure void energy flew from her fingers and struck her hated rival in the stomach. This caused considerable damage, though it did not kill the blade on the spot. Saki, in response, tried to pounce on Sirin with the "Empress's Reaper" at the ready, but was hindered by her own dazed knights. She could not harm them, but they, seized by uncontrollable lust, grabbed her arms and legs, preventing her from moving. The fact that Sirin was shooting Saki from a safe distance, alas, did not reach their minds distorted by the aura. In her helpless position, the blade first received a second burst of void, then a third, and finally, the finishing blow. Her charred body collapsed to the ground, and with it, the stupor vanished.
– Well... – cursed one of the knights, realizing what had happened.
– Yes... yes... yes! Take that, you piece of filth! – Sirin screamed. – Wretched uneducated spawn!
– Oh boy... Alright, we have no time for all this! Run!
The fugitives rushed into the forest and successfully disappeared into its gloomy thickets.
Sirin's escape was discovered only after the conclusion of the council, but no one, absolutely no one, was upset by Saki's tragic death. It even pleased Osgold Ron.
– She lived meaninglessly and died meaninglessly, – Captain Remar eventually said to all this.
A pursuit was soon sent after the fugitives, but alas, it was not crowned with success. Sirin and her comrades seemed to vanish into thin air. However, this did not hinder the grand designs of the Brown Banner in any way.
The character Saki dies. F
Meanwhile at the portals:
Stepping into the portal, Skufinson finds himself in a spacious hall not far from the passage to the surface. Inside, strange ugly creatures are bustling, moaning, and crying. From the perspective of Northerners, even ordinary Kaishi seemed like weaklings, but these looked more like a set of rotting arms and legs than anything complete. The freaks reacted hostiley to Skufinson, hissing and snapping, but did not attack. However, this did not stop some individuals from whispering a quite audible "die, die, die!" and crawling toward the unwelcome guest. In any case, the sight was utterly disgusting.
Meanwhile at WORK:
Envy can be premature... And the fox did not know that the Will of Hedonism adhered to the ancient principle of bearded dwarves "this counts as one!".
Before leaving, Renardo's followers expressed a few more unpleasant words:
– Heretic... You convinced yourself of a lie and walk around all so pleased. You invented the "will" of the Lord for yourself; that is the whole secret.
The Sorntarnites soon leave, but an unpleasant aftertaste remains.
Sho-Ni loses 50 organization points.
| Quiet working day | Sheiran comes to steal | Unpleasant meeting with Renardo's followers | Someone helps Sho-Ni brighten the working day | Days passed: | Days left: |
| 20-15 | 14-5 | 4 | 1-3 | 1 | 2 |
Contrary to Derevos's expectations, Kearak's words were simple politeness: he had no papers on his desk other than the necessary ones. So the fox simply had to wait while the guard properly inspected the branch from the inside. When he finally arrived, Kearak smiled broadly:
– I see you have appreciated our decor. It is indeed highly outstanding! But closer to business. Here, take a look.
A stack of letters lay on the table, containing irrefutable evidence of the Brown Banner host's involvement in the case of the poor refugees, as well as maps of some movement routes for the freaks. Alas, two of the most important secrets were not here: the name of the client and the scheme for infiltrating the capital.
– Unfortunately, even we do not have a full picture of the actions. However, what is happening is the work of the Brown Banner. There is no doubt about that. Only why... that is what we are trying to find out, but so far, alas, unsuccessfully.
In one of the letters, there was a mention of the mysterious title "Empress," which did not belong to any ruler on Aberate except Ceraria, and even then, she used it only in a figurative sense.