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Why?

Because Areed is HeroesWorld. But if you don't like Vanya, you can go with Sasha or Andrey.

Or John, Bob – any other American name.

Revan, could you now provide more details about the armor?
What principle determines how armor reduces speed? How does it reduce damage to the character? Does it require strength? Could you elaborate on all of this?

What principle determines how armor reduces speed? How does it reduce damage to a character? Does it require strength?

It sets a limit. Incoming damage to the character, as a percentage. It requires strength.

Sets a limit.

That's good. Does the limit depend on the strength stat? As I understand it, the limit for light armor isn't strict, right? It won't exceed 9, or something close to that?

Does the limit depend on strength?

No.

Light units have no limit, but they offer poor defense.

Yamagami Aiyano

"Well, this is the perfect place to enter the forest," grumbled the peasant, pointing with a gnarled finger at a narrow path on the edge of the woods that led between the trees.
"Please be careful!" clucked his wife. "There are only bumps and stones and branches here; don't tear your shirt."
Ignoring her, the miko entered the forest. After a few dozen steps, she stopped and gestured for the peasants behind her to quiet down.
"What is she doing?" whispered the man, nudging his wife with his elbow. "Is she scared?"
The girl slowly turned around, took out a stack of paper talismans from her clothing, and handed them to the woman.
"Attach one inside and outside all doors, windows, and walls. And no one is allowed to leave the house until dawn. If you go out, you will die, and your soul will be forever cursed and trapped in this forest."
The peasant scratched his ear skeptically and crumpled his hat in his hands.
"Uh, what's this? What if the neighbors see it and laugh? I don't need these papers in my house..."
"You aren't needed," snapped the girl, giving the man a scathing look.
"Come on, let's not interfere with the holy maiden and her rituals. We'll do as we're told, that's all. Thank you very much, we'll wait for news," said the wife, dragging the disgruntled man back towards the edge of the woods.
Left alone, Aiyano calmed her irritation, took a deep breath, and focused. The forest clearly emanated a very evil influence. At least it was clear that the villagers' complaints were not just drunken ramblings. According to them, a child had gone missing in the forest, and three adults who went looking for him had not returned either. There could be many reasons, but during all the time she spent in the forest, she hadn't heard any birds singing or animals rustling, nor seen a single insect.
The path turned out to be quite convenient – it led deeper into the forest, and the further Aiyano walked along it, the stronger the feeling of danger became. The sparse, sickly vegetation gave way to dry, twisted trunks and branches; there was a hint of mustiness and death in the air. Although she entered the forest before sunset and hadn't been there for long, it grew so dark that she had to light a lantern. Crooked, bare trees absorbed the light and distorted the perception of time, but this didn't bother the miko. What interested her more were the sudden noises: the rustle of decaying leaves and the snapping of twigs outside the path, in the thicket. You didn't have to be a hunter or lumberjack to understand that these sounds weren't natural.
Finally, the path widened and opened onto a wide clearing. The faint light from the lantern, which had previously illuminated the outlines of trees and bushes on both sides, was swallowed by the surrounding darkness. In addition to the rustling and cracking, a barely perceptible hum could be heard at the edge of hearing, and indistinct sounds came from far ahead. After a few more steps, she stumbled upon a body. It lay face down, wearing tattered rags, heavily gnawed, and emitting a disgusting smell of decay.
Despite its terrible condition and the impossibility of identification, one thing could be said with certainty – the body was small, belonging to a child.
Aiyano placed the lantern on the ground, creating a tiny island of weak light, laid out the ofuda around it, and prepared the rest of her tools. A short chant and several waves of bells caused the lantern to shine brighter, and close to its edges, distinct shuffling sounds could be heard.
Closing her eyes, the girl immersed herself in the ritual dance, ignoring the screams of the unholy creatures surrounding her, filled with rage and pain. With each movement, each chime, the ominous hum she had felt earlier grew stronger.
Finally, after completing the ritual and opening her eyes, the miko saw about ten charred bodies on the borders of the greatly expanded circle of light. Some were already crumbling into dust, while others still showed remnants of clothing similar to what most villagers wore in the forest village. But this was only the beginning - now the real work awaited her.
"Soul Eater. You can stop hiding. Kamisama's patience has run out, and with His power, I will erase you from our world."
The bone-chilling hum reached such intensity that Aiyano could barely hear her own words, and the darkness at the edge of the circle stirred, merged into a single stream, and began to contract. After a few moments, it became clear that the island of light was completely surrounded by huge, poisonous, spiky tentacles, on whose surface hundreds of eyes appeared, and the flesh opened into dozens of toothy mouths emitting pus.
The girl said a short prayer, concentrating her spirit for an attack, waved the gohei, and fired several shots into one of the mouths. The attack tore through the demon's flesh; poisonous splashes flew in all directions, and the creature emitted a chilling scream. The ring of tentacles began to constrict faster; gnarled hands of corpses emerged from it, reaching for the miko. Somewhere nearby, a long female cry rang out. Aiyano didn't pay attention to it; all she could do at the moment was to get rid of the disgusting creation as quickly as possible. After a few more attacks, the demon went mad; human faces – men and women, children and old people – began to appear on its skin. They tried to say something, opening their mouths and adding their sounds to the general cacophony.
The ring of vile, constantly moving tentacles finally reached the original boundaries of the circle; another moment, and the dead hands would grab the girl and tear her to pieces. Aiyano put down the gohei, knelt, closed her eyes, and invoked Kamisama. After a few seconds, everything fell silent.
Opening her eyes, she saw dawn illuminating the clearing and revealing traces of many repulsive things. Only circles of black stone remained on the ground where the demon had been – this time, the talismans placed beforehand worked; the evil demon was so enraged that it didn't even feel the trap. Gathering her belongings, the miko headed towards the exit of the forest, but when she reached the path, she found a depressing scene waiting for her.
Under a dilapidated bush lay a broken and mutilated body, and next to it sat an old woman, clutching what used to be a straw hat in her hands, staring blankly into space.
"I told him not to go out."
The woman muttered without looking away:
"He drank... he didn't believe me. I tried to stop him... his grandfather fought with the slant-eyed ones; he wanted to call the priest, but I wouldn't let him... he wanted to say everything he thought... he drank, he didn't believe me, I couldn't stop him... he... he said it was a lie, that he wouldn't sacrifice a single coin..."
Aiyano looked at the peasant woman and walked along the path towards the exit.
"Anyway, the forest is safe," she said over her shoulder. "For the burial, contact the abbess; family rituals are not my specialty."

Strength: 10
Intelligence: 10
Willpower: 40
Agility: 20
Perception: 5
Wisdom: 50
Charisma: 5

- Purification/Exorcism
- Inner Barrier
- Outer Barrier
- Bonds

Equipment: Gohei, ofuda, kagura suzu, demon masks.

It is a small step for man, but a big... Hm. Perhaps not after all.

But to time, the size of the step does not matter, and it slowed down out of habit — as always, when it encounters a deep sigh and a racing heartbeat. A bat fluttered, flapped its wings — and hovered in the air; a leaf falling from a tree almost failed to touch the ground, and a gaming die in a roadside tavern landed on its edge. It was a little frightening, but now the main thing is not to relax, not to be afraid. Fear is common for people, but it can be ruinous.

School comes to mind. Tsukiko was lucky in some ways; she attended school at a time when the imperial order in Nihon had become something taken for granted. The education of girls became a common occurrence, and they often studied in the same classes as the boys. But there was a downside — it would be hard to find bullies more persistent than the boys. Because of her white hair, Shimizu was immediately disliked by the leader of the local "gang"; he would either tease her or try to snatch her book. And then you have to play fetch with little brigands like a fool! Fortunately or unfortunately, Tsukiko was not one to be intimidated; having seen her mother's naginata on the wall since childhood, she never considered that it was improper for girls to fight; so the bandit eventually pushed his luck and was beaten, to the hearty laughter of his accomplices.

Things got worse later — when the bully called upon his older brother for help. Seeing that the enemy was talking to a huge (by toddler standards) brute and pointing in her direction, Tsukiko let out a shriek that she could not forgive herself for for a long time. And her legs developed a considerable speed that the girl certainly did not expect from herself.

The next day, on her way to school, Tsukiko saw the brothers standing near the entrance, waiting for something. She didn't bother checking whether they were just standing there or if she was about to be beaten: she simply went her own way. However, in reality, she was beaten later — when a week later her parents found out that Shimizu had not appeared at school once during all that time... It wasn't very painful, but it was dreadfully embarrassing.

Tsukiko managed to convince herself that there was no longer any danger at school, none more than that posed by her aggrieved and informed parents. She went back to school. Of course, the girl soon encountered that almost-adult brute, apparently up to four years older.

— I think... I... I apologize, I truly apologize! — she stammered upon meeting him.

— Huh? — her companion was looking in another direction and did not expect anyone to speak to him. — Ah, you're that girl! Well done, at least someone gave my brother a well-deserved thrashing! I am Taro Takayama, and you?

— Me? — the frightened little girl didn't realize immediately. — My name is Tsukiko Shimizu...

— Uh-huh, — and the brute immediately ran off to attend to his urgent boyish affairs. It seemed they were crafting bows and swords, for which they tore boards from fences and branches from the trees nearest to the school.

Tsukiko watched the boys' activity and thought about how brave they actually were.

***

Growing up a bit, Taro became an acolyte of the Muneshige Temple — the martial traditions in his family were no weaker than those in the Shimizu family. It must be said that they had communicated periodically even before this moment, albeit not much. But now Tsukiko could not tear herself away from the guy; the lanky youth who once seemed dangerous had completely transformed in her eyes into a local hero.

Tsukiko's mother often told her daughter that the women of their lineage traditionally became adepts of Muneshige (such an unusual tradition) to be able to protect themselves and their home, even if the man was far away, at some war. This gave this Temple a certain aura of history and mystery, coupled with mentions of protecting the weak. Her father's influence, however, was opposite: having once been a strong warrior and seen many troubles, forever losing a leg, he eventually became a blacksmith. His broad shoulders, which barely fit through doors, were usually sadly slumped, and he never ceased to speak of the horrors of war, and that his compatriots with their obsession with fighting were all utter fools. He fundamentally refused to forge swords or weapons in general (making an exception for people from the Muneshige Temple), although he constantly created household items that, in his execution, looked more like works of art, and he did not actually mind making helmets and armor.

In short, it is no wonder that Tsukiko never even thought about a martial path. But now her friend was turning into a proper, ascetic, and strong temple guardian — and she herself wanted to try what it was like to hold a weapon in her hands. The girl persuaded Taro to secretly teach her the techniques he learned from his sohei teacher; they would meet for this in the evening, after their daily chores and lessons. Of course, when this became known, it pleased neither the teacher, for whom his art was sacred and could not be simply passed on to outsiders, nor Tsukiko's father, an increasingly steadfast pacifist with each passing year. And yet, the beginning had been made.

***

This was all a prelude, and the main act began several months later. On that sunny and snowy winter day, Taro was teaching Tsukiko an important non-combat skill — preparing the perfect tea. Then they heard a noise coming from the city street. The pair rushed out of the house and saw some armed people in black-and-red clothing heading in the direction where the local authority representative was located.

— I'll go after them, you run to the Temple.

— No way, I can help too!

— Then help by telling my teacher, Rio Nakamura, about what is happening. And hurry, — with these words Taro adjusted the scabbard of his katana and followed those strange people. Shimizu hesitated for a long time, not knowing whether to run back into the house for a second katana and help her friend, or to head to the Temple after all. In the end, she chose the second option — and she still hates herself for it.

***

Having overcome the long journey to the city, the temple guardians found only a garrison of aggressively minded people guarding the town hall. An attempt to resolve the issue by force would have been pointless; there were too few servants of the Muneshige Temple. Nevertheless, discovering pogroms in the city, they intervened and at least ensured order on the street. This was also risky, but the unrestrained hostile patrols posed no problem for experienced warriors.

The situation developed as follows: a certain "petty king" named Furui Fukuro, governor of the neighboring region, decided to annex the town to his holdings. Under his command he had a large clan called the Phoenix Clan, and at the same time enjoyed the unofficial support of local Reimi military units, and clearly did not use them for "free". Did he pay with money? Possibly. Did he promise to deal with the separatists gaining strength in the mountain regions? Very likely. Be that as it may, the balance of power shifted sharply against the common people. Before the servants of Muneshige could establish some order, the newcomers caused much trouble. Then a shaky truce was established between them and the temple guardians, which threatened to turn into war at any moment.

Taro Takayama died trying to protect the town hall that day, and how Tsukiko grieved that she could not have died with him then, fighting side by side. The girl's mother met the same fate — she was unlucky enough to stand up for a woman on the street whose honor was being assaulted by marauders. Tsukiko's father instantly revised his pacifist views; for him, it was obvious in this case who was right and who was wrong; therefore, he took the news that his daughter also wanted to study at the Muneshige Temple quite well. However dangerous it was to conflict with invaders in such times, now war, whether overt or cold, became a matter of honor for both. Shimizu studied diligently and prepared for the worst, and she was not mistaken. The Empire began to conduct propaganda against the temple, claiming that local sohei supported separatists; any request for help to imperial authorities or other temples either received no answer or ended with the messenger disappearing without a trace. Fortunately, the snowy winter did not give the raiders an opportunity to think about taking the Muneshige Temple by storm, and they also feared the reaction of the local residents. Then there were more pressing matters... For how long?

***


A yellow moon shone brightly, reminding her of the fire in which the temple had recently burned. Of course... that peace could not be lasting. Officially — an accident, someone unsuccessfully lit incense or something like that. As it actually happened, none of the servants doubted. They dispersed — each their own way; the Phoenix Clan clearly did not intend to leave them alone even now.

Jumping from the tavern, from a second-story window, Shimizu hoped that her pursuer would not notice how she left her room in such a manner. And then she would reach Calvada, and in the big city it would be easier to ensure her safety or get lost in it.

Time resumed. The hovering bat thawed out, flew — and was immediately caught by an owl. The leaf fell into a puddle. The gaming die rolled and fell off the table. Tsukiko bent her legs and tumbled down a steep slope that happened to be right under the window. And yet she stood up, dusted herself off — nothing broken, no problems. Either she was lucky, or the courage of the jump into the dark abyss finally justified itself — unlike those cowardly acts the nihonka had committed more than once until now. Now she could calmly walk through the forest, saving distance and getting rid of the spy. She is sure she saw him there, in the tavern...

Stop. The servant of Muneshige stopped. As if some sound. Did a shadow just flash by? Her heart beat faster again, time changed its course once more, her hand rested on the hilt of her faithful katana. And... it seems nothing. Still, thinking about it, the girl broke into a run.

In the tavern, a player bent to the floor looking for his dice, and a tipsy companion immediately placed a mug of beer on his head.

— Look, just the right size!

— Totally @&^*87?

Amidst the thunderous laughter echoing through the hall, no one noticed how the door creaked quietly — and closed.

Origin

Nihon
+1% melee damage for each unit of agility. +20% to will, spiritual power, and accuracy checks. +10% critical hit chance. +1 skill point.

Skills



Sohei (Muneshige)

— Yamabushi



Way of the Warrior

— Battodjutsu
— Meijin

Characteristics

Strength: 30
Intelligence: 5
Will: 20
Agility: 30
Perception: 20
Wisdom: 20
Charisma: 5

Inventory

Muneshige Servant's Naginata. Not as good a weapon as a katana, but precious as a memory — this is the very weapon of Tsukiko's mother that hung on the wall of their house. With it in her hands, this wonderful woman died.
Muneshige Servant's Katana. Tsukiko took it during the fire, as she believed this weapon was especially dear to her teacher, Rio Nakamura. Rio told her to keep the katana for herself, in memory of the burned temple.
Light Armor. Made for Tsukiko by her blacksmith father, a special order.
Books on Martial Arts. The girl still has much to learn to become a good sohei and fully follow the way of the warrior. These books contain detailed instructions on what must be done for this.
Hand Weights. When striking with a katana, the sharpness of the blow is very important; weights help practice it (well, this is more for lore, probably).
Supply Bundle. All the essentials for the road, in a format that can be hung on the naginata and thrown over the shoulder.
Money

Based on the opinions of Heroist and Mental, I can say the following: oh, those Realm players.

And I didn’t write anything particularly special, did I?

Practice
+0.5 to hit chance when using shields

I just noticed this now – it’s quite modest.

I think it refers to accuracy based on agility. Or maybe even overall. As it is, the Shieldbearer turns out to be the most accurate non-unique warrior.

Logically, it would be more correct not to bring other people into the world (so they wouldn't suffer), rather than to end one's own life.

-50% to fertility?