Knights of Tezoth

"— The bonds of trust between us, well-established as they are, cannot but bring joy, Luciferia. You boldly entrust me with secrets of state importance, keep a business ledger, and even deliver wall paintings without any mistress's knowledge." — With a slight smile, Alsira looked over the portrait. — "Astarothia, is it? She is quite lovely. Let them hang it on the second floor. At this rate, my dwelling is beginning to resemble a Sithi cell more and more."

- He-heh! I trust you, my lady, more than anyone! - Clasping her hands in a prayerful gesture and making puppy-dog eyes, Luciferia continued. - But still, I wish to express the hope that Astarothia is not as dear to your eye as I am?

"— A drowned artist? A curious plot twist in form. I wish to preserve the integrity of these lands, but turning the population into human farms is a dubious outcome. My lady will have to make a decision between two fires. Haste will do no good; the capital's authority is strong, and duty demands that your party's arguments be examined. Hmm, does your great ancestress know anything about the fall of the City of the Sun or the Estellian massacre?"

- Well, you think it over carefully, or else something might happen! You people are such creatures — everything is calm one moment, and the next you're cutting each other's throats over trifles. Wouldn't it be better to secure the support of someone more level-headed and consistent?

As if to confirm what was just said, Alsira's eyes notice smoke rising from the direction of the lord's estate.

- So we are gods, forging our own destiny? - Vargas returns an aggressive gaze at the young one. - Don't think about it! On the contrary - if someone can defeat a god, then you can too. Strike left - I'll open up, I promise! My word is tungsten.

The servant strikes from the right.

- That's not true. Training is the main factor in your life. Do you think milords Whiteclaw and Lorican neglected it? Or milady Stefania? They wore their fingers down to the bone! Come on, strike, and make sure I don't dodge, - the sparring continues...

- Maybe they didn't neglect it... But they don't look like they'll live long either.

- Not much. With a bit of cynicism, one could assume that most lords' loyalty is only convenient for them when it suits their moment. Although I would have waited in the shoes of some of them as well.

- Alas, milord Lester, that is the price for the order established in the era of blue blood. - Banquet replies. - We can only hope that once the lords understand the situation, they will make the right decision.

- Sounds solid. If it comes to a siege, all these actions are necessary. However, for now I find it hard to visualize what such negotiations with a traitor might look like. It seems that having gone down a dark path, he might have lost even the most basic notions of honor. You understand what I mean, milord, - to his banquet colleague.

- The chance to avoid mass bloodshed is worth such a risk.

The most astonishing feature of the underworld's laws, though already known thanks to preliminary reconnaissance, turned out to be inverted gravity — having overcome the initial stage of descent downward, the members of Adalard Grimm's military expedition discovered that to proceed further, they needed not to go down, but to climb up. The news of the collapse disappointed many, but the expedition leader did not lose his composure and managed to organize coordinated and efficient work among his subordinates under the new conditions. It was decided to allocate a small portion of human resources to clear the exit to the surface, while the main forces would move to search for Ikazkan. But before that, a roll call was necessary, and the Lord of Gildaria tasked Stefania with checking on each knight's tent, including:

- Knight of the Lush Meadows

- Knight of the Glow

- Knight of the Wild Flowers

- Knight of Unwavering Courage.

- Knight of the Night Silence.

- Knight of the Rusting Soul.

(More details about each when you visit them).

Without much thought, Stefania decided to go in order down the list and started with the Lush Flanks Meadows.

Milord Jacob Yabonsky is sometimes jokingly called the owner of the widest jaw in Gildaria, and more seriously — of an equally wide soul. He is known as a man who never loses his composure and is accustomed to making do with little. He received his title from Adalard as a sign of admiration for the knight's inner world.

The Knight of the Lush Meadows was among those who fundamentally refused to hire servants, and now there was no one in his tent but himself.

- Ah, Stefania. Well, hello. I imagined the underworld a bit differently; I never would have thought the concept of gravity could be so abstract — it seems anything is possible here.

- Well then, I have no further additions. We'll work both on the ground and on the far frontiers.

Overcoming

Each fallen ally grants the character an additional turn. An additional turn can also be obtained in exchange for MP, but no more than once per cycle.

Generalissimo

In exchange for 1 MP, changes individual turn order to team turns, with the character's team gaining the right to act first. Also, in exchange for 1 MP, can grant an ally an additional turn.

Thankfully, the game mechanics allowed moving together outside of combat, so Alsira and Luciferia quickly reach the scene on the back of a pegasus. Their eyes behold a manor engulfed in flames and scattered around it, cut and burned bodies — it was difficult to determine whom they belonged to. At the entrance to the house, the Knight of the Moon Shadow sees well-familiar faces. The Knight of the Dreamy Clouds presses the barrel of his long "pistol" to the lord's maid's forehead and pulls the trigger. The woman's brains fly out, and she sinks to the ground, no longer thinking of anything. A moment of silence arises between the two knights, interrupted by the sounds of burning wood.

Fortunately, the game mechanics allowed moving together outside of combat, so Alsira and Luciferia quickly reach the scene on the back of a pegasus. Their eyes behold an estate engulfed in flames and scattered around it, cut and burnt bodies — it was hard to tell whom they belonged to. At the entrance to the house, the Knight of the Moon Shadow sees well-familiar faces. The Knight of the Dreamy Clouds presses the barrel of his long "pistol" to the forehead of the lord's maid and pulls the trigger. The woman's brains fly out, and she sinks to the ground, no longer thinking of anything. A moment of silence arises between the two knights, broken by the sounds of burning wood.

/I assume dialogue doesn't cost a turn, or else he's about to reload now…

— Witnessing regional treachery would bring more relief than observing a blow from a kin at one's back, my dear milord.