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You actually have a good chance of winning, even without killing him.

How are Alex and Siva doing?

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Kill him already, Arandor, we're all waiting for you.

— No, this won't do! — Cedric exclaimed, indignant. — I can't leave things like this. I challenge you to a duel, elf! A duel for the position of leader in the squad! — The aristocrat playfully drew his blade. — After you insulted me, you can't refuse my challenge!

— You can't leave it, but I can, — the elf replied calmly. — I'm not going to jeopardize the mission because of you. And yes, a commander must have a cool head and nerves of steel, and you don't fit that description. How are you going to command people when you can't even control your own emotions? If you want to become a good leader in the future, you need to learn how to be one. I could teach you the basics, but for that, you should put down your sword and come with us to the inn, where they are already waiting for us. What do you say?

What do you say?

- Well, I suppose, let me have the leader's spot!

Let Arandora be destroyed; I don't want Alex and me to be the only ones who didn't live to see the start of the expansion.

Unexpectedly, inspiration struck. In the future, I should use it for IRL things rather than various exps on Haven. I hope I didn't mess up the depiction of Dreyeria too much.

Barely breaking through the thick curtain, the rays of the morning sun fell upon the floor of an exquisitely decorated room. A young white-haired girl lay on a luxurious bed, facing the wall. She had been "working" all night, but despite her exhaustion, the poor thing was unable to sleep. Tears streamed from her eyes. Images of what had happened in the room that night kept flashing through her mind. But at some point, the tears stopped; she grit her teeth and clenched her fists. If anyone saw her gaze now, they would decide that the person before them was barely controlling herself and ready to explode at any moment. Everything was in that look: fear, despair, rage, hatred, determination, and a readiness to tear apart anyone who stood in her way. There was a knock at the door three times. Tria turned around in fright and looked toward the door with suspicion. But then she remembered that someone was supposed to come to her around this time. Wrapping herself in a blanket, she rose, approached the door, and opened it slightly without removing the security chain.
- Hello dear, - smiled a tall red-haired girl. – I bought what you asked for.
- Does it last long? – Tria whispered.
- About three weeks.
- Thank you, I don't know how to thank you…
- Don't worry, one must do good deeds just because every now and then. I suspect what you've planned. If only I had a drop of your courage, I would follow you without a second thought. But I'm not like that, unfortunately…
- I…
- Say nothing, just do what you feel is necessary, good luck.
- Thank you.

On the evening of the same day, the Dreyerian sat at a small table with a mirror and stared as if mesmerized at her reflection, fiddling with her fingers with a small medallion depicting a cat that hung around her neck. Once again, she ran through the escape plan in her head. Every step, every movement, every glance. Everything had to be perfect; she had no right to make a mistake. There was a rough knock at the door.
- Tria, my dear, open up, it's me.
Tria shuddered at the vile voice of this man. For a few seconds, she forgot what day it was, and when she remembered, her heart pounded so hard that it felt as if her ribs would crack, her flesh would tear, and the organ would burst outward. Mentally trying to calm herself, she stood up and opened the door.
- Hello! – a young, slouching mage with a pimply face and a crooked mug entered the room. – Playing the silent game as usual? Stupid girl, you'll forget how to speak.
- I won't, - the Dreyerian replied, trying to hide her hatred.
- You're kind of tense today, - the mage said, squinting suspiciously. – Rough night?
- None of your business.
- He-he, - the sorcerer let out a nasty chuckle. – Be glad you're resting today. Go on, lie on the bed. We'll perform the procedure, and then you can please me a bit, as usual in general…
Tria obediently lay on her stomach, turned her head toward the mage, and slid her left hand under the pillow, gripping a dagger tightly. Meanwhile, the mage was preparing the injection tool. Tria felt her entire body shaking from tension and fear. Her whole life flashed before her eyes; memories ignited and faded in her consciousness. With an effort of will, she stopped this spectacle and saw out of the corner of her eye the mage approaching her bed with a syringe ready. As soon as he leaned over, with a swift and sharp movement, Tria drove the dagger into his throat. It was a perfect strike. Exactly as she had planned for all these weeks, practicing for several hours and studying anatomical sketches. The mage didn't make a single sound, only groaned softly. The blow was not fatal. The Dreyerian managed to grab him by his clothes and didn't let him fall. She quietly laid the sorcerer on the floor and, drawing a second dagger, drove it into his groin, twisting it several times. Standing up, she looked at her blood-stained hands, which were shaking as if she were a hundred-year-old woman. Watching the silent agony of the man she hated, Tria calmed down a bit.
- Did you think you managed to break me? Thought I was just like the others? A pampered girl who was just unlucky with her acquaintances? You and your buddies shouldn't have taken my kin at their word. And even such a low price didn't deter you. By the way, right now, your accomplices and the owner of this disgusting place are being served an exquisite wine for dinner, a gift from a wealthy man. There is a very rare poison in it. It starts working in a couple of minutes. The person becomes paralyzed and goes blind. There is no antidote, - the Dreyerian noticed the mage reaching for the dagger in his neck with one hand. - I advise you not to pull it out, otherwise you'll definitely drop dead. But this way, you have a chance, if you manage to call for help somehow.

Quickly washing her hands and changing her clothes, Tria took out the luggage she had gathered in advance, pushed aside the curtains, quietly opened the window, and lowered tied-together sheets. Once on the ground, the girl pulled up her hood and ran as fast as she could. The dark alleys of the night city were extremely deserted. Moreover, Tria tried to avoid the central streets, where a sufficient number of people were still strolling at this time. Successfully escaping the city, she reached the edge of the forest, where a horse was already waiting for her. She rode along the country road until morning and would have ridden further, but the animal needed rest, as did she. The Dreyerian stopped by a small stream. This place seemed quite safe to her. While the horse rested, the fugitive dyed her hair red. Finishing, she began to rummage through the bag hanging on the horse.
- Daggers, money, documents, food, seems everything is here, wait a minute, what's this?
Tria pulled out a rolled-up sheet of paper, unfolded it, and began to read.

«My beloved, I have done everything you asked, as I love you infinitely. I am infinitely grateful to you for saving me from myself. The time spent with you is the best thing that has happened in my life. It is amazing that I was lucky enough to meet a person like you. So tender, so kind, so affectionate, so sincere, so beautiful... Despite everything that happened to you, you managed to preserve your soul. And it is beautiful. I would give everything so that we could be together, but unfortunately, this world was not created for happiness. You know that this is so, you know that we cannot be together, that it would destroy us both. I will not meet you there. My heart breaks into pieces as I write these lines, but I had to write them. Forgive me for lying to you. Forgive me for deceiving you by giving false hopes. But I had to do it to save you. To give you a chance at a better life. I beg you, I implore you, do not miss it. Forever yours, A.S.»

That was the last day Tria cried. Since then, not a single tear has rolled down her cheeks. Now, two years after those events, she had to run again. Start a new life again. This time in Calvad.

***

Tria was born on the outskirts of Dreyeria. The daughter of a slave, an unnecessary and useless person, a half-breed, trash in the eyes of other Dreyerians. When she turned five, the owner sold her mother to another man, who did not want to take Tria as a bonus. That is how she ended up on the street. And if it weren't for a kind family of poor people who took in the unfortunate child, the girl wouldn't have survived a week. The life of the poor differed little from the life of slaves. Hard labor, meager rations, rags instead of normal clothes. Tria was constantly underfed and therefore, from a young age, spent her time stealing everything that came to hand. Incredibly, she was never caught stealing once. When she grew up, she set out on her own to a neighboring city, much larger than her village. The girl's goal was the wallets of wealthy Dreyerians. However, in the big city, everything turned out not to be so simple.

The guard shoved the girl into the first cell and kicked her so hard that she fell to the floor.
- Sit for a while. Tomorrow the captain will decide whether to cut your hand or if you'll get by with just one finger, - the guard looked at Tria a bit more, then spat right in her face and added. – Trash.
The girl wiped herself with a dirty sleeve and pressed against the bars. From the first cell, she could see the table where the captain sat. A tall, thin, short-haired middle-aged man. He was talking to another man, older, in strange clothes, with a staff and long hair.
- Find anything? - the long-haired man addressed the captain.
- No, found nothing. And no one looking like him has left the city.
- Then he is already far away.
- Then why did you show up, sorcerer?
- I want you to do your job.
- Heh, you want a lot.
- I can cause problems for you.
- Very scary, I'm shaking! – the captain ironized.
The sorcerer shook his head and noticed Tria out of the corner of his eye. Then he turned his head toward her and slowly approached the cell.
- Hey, you can't go to the prisoners! - the captain said.
The wizard looked Tria straight in the eyes, and she in turn did the same, not even thinking of looking away, although she should have.
- Yes, you have a hard job, catching children.
- This little brat was cutting purses at the market, - said the guard who caught Tria.
- Will you cut off her hand? – the sorcerer asked with a smile.
- Haven't decided yet, - the captain replied.
- Give her to me.
The captain and the guard looked at each other.
- Not allowed, you old pervert.
- I paid you money, no result, compensate my expenses or I swear you'll regret being born.
At that moment, the captain was truly frightened; there was something in the sorcerer's gaze that made one want to run away as quickly as possible.
- Fine, you're lucky, I'm in a good mood today. Take this street scum.

Zendar became Tria's first magic teacher. In fact, he became a real father to her, whom the girl never had. Despite all the bureaucratic hurdles and difficulties, he managed to push the girl into the academy of magic, where he taught and was not the least important person. It is unknown what prompted him to take the little thief from that cell, but the experienced magic teacher was not mistaken. Tria turned out to be an extremely capable mage. So capable that she far surpassed all the students. However, such extraordinary abilities played a cruel trick on her. Her entire life at the academy was permeated with envy and contempt from other students, children of wealthy parents. Everyone knew her biography and how she got into the educational institution. This only intensified their contempt. And everything would not have been so bad. Perhaps she would have finished the academy and moved to another city, but life decided otherwise. When Tria turned sixteen, the sudden and extremely suspicious death of her foster father and teacher turned into a real nightmare for her. For now, there was no one left to protect her. The girl could not imagine that refusing intimacy to one of the vile rich kids would affect her future so much. She didn't remember how she was kidnapped, but she remembered well how she was sold to the Reimians and how she was taken to Teliad, a medium-sized city by the standards of the empire. The worst part was that they injected her with some drug that deprived her of magical abilities for a while. Then there were four long months in an elite brothel, which lasted an eternity for the Dreyerian. And if it weren't for her strong character and her lover, she would have remained there forever.

***

Reaching Kelar, a large metropolis of the Reimi Empire, Tria quickly found a simple job. With the money she received from her lover, she bought a dilapidated shack in a poor quarter and by a miracle got into the imperial school of magic. It seemed that here it was – a quiet life. Let it be poor, let it be lonely and routine, but she no longer had to eat from the trash, steal, endure abuse, and please perverts. However, a new surprise awaited Tria. Problems arose with the renewal of documents. The quiet and measured life lulled the Dreyerian's vigilance, and she didn't think that sooner or later someone would recognize the forgery. When the city administration discovered that the documents were fake, they came for her right to the academy. Noticing the guards in time, Tria escaped. Reaching the shack, she quickly gathered everything necessary and left the city.

***

- They look real, - Tria said, carefully examining the documents.
- And they are real! – the man replied, almost jumping up and clenching his fists with joy.
- How so? – the girl looked at him distrustfully.
- Just like that! I work in the administration, after all. I came up with a U N I Q U E, G E N I U S way of registering new, R E A L documents!
- Here is the money, - Tria handed the man five thousand rumii. – Greetings from Lien.
- Greetings to him too!
- I doubt I'll ever return to Kelar.
- Well, in that case, welcome to Calvad!

Origin: Dreyeria. Access to Dreyerian skills. +50 characteristic points, +6 skill points.

Characteristics:
Strength: 20
Intelligence: 40
Will: 40
Dexterity: 23
Perception: 48
Wisdom: 15
Charisma: 10

Swindler
+8 to dexterity, +8 to perception. +1 to stealth for each unit of dexterity.
Pickpocket
+30 to dexterity when attempting to steal from other characters.

Magic Schools.

Dreyeria:
Subjugation. In case of success, the caster can read the target's thoughts, plunge them into a state of sleep, or force them to obey their will.
Beam of Light. Restores SM*1% of lost health to self and allies in the spell's line of action. 10% chance of full restoration.
Beam of Darkness. Takes SM*1% of current health from enemies in the spell's line of action. 10% chance of instant death.
Reflection. If the enemy fails the caster's will check, the damage is reflected back at them. Duration: 5 turns.

Air:
Air Blades. Characters in the spell's line of action take 5*SM damage and receive 20% vulnerability to any damage for 1-3 turns. Stacks.
Hurricane. Slows all characters in an 8x8 area to 2 units of speed. Each turn, it directs air blades at every character in the area of effect. Duration: 3 turns.

Earth:
Projectile. The selected character takes 4*SM damage and will be paralyzed for 2 turns.

Inventory: two daggers with "A.S." engraved on the blades; a crumpled letter; earrings made of Dreyerian silver; a medallion with a cat image, given by Zendar; a magic wand that slowly restores magical energy (if possible); a small tome of air magic; a dark blue hooded cloak; comfortable traveling clothes.

P.S. Revan, please, please, don't give penalties because of that drug they injected her with.

1) You're still alive (for now), right?
2) Why does your Drearian have an Imperial skill?

Livia didn't understand why the aristocrat in the second group was embarrassing himself and his family. She preferred the elf's composure and secretly wished him luck and hoped he would lead the second group.
At the same time, things were going much better in her group. They quickly found a leader, the same man who was trying his luck at the slot machine. The elf candidate suited her, and she didn't notice anyone more suitable in her team.
-It's good that at least we managed to make a unanimous choice.

and then she went to Reimford and asked them to upgrade the katana (which deals 120 damage, +1), if it could be done quickly, before departure.

Katana -> Katana +1 (Nihon Steel)
Damage: 120 -> 150
Strength: 15 -> 14
Critical Hit: 0% -> 5%

- You can't leave, but I can, - the elf replied calmly. - I'm not going to ruin the mission because of you. And yes, a commander must have a cool head and nerves of steel, and you don't fit that description. How are you going to command people when you can't even control your own emotions? If you want to become a good leader in the future, you need to learn how to be one. I could teach you the basics of this, but for that, you should put down your sword and come with us to the inn, where we are already expected. What do you say?

— But... — The Beliad noble seemed to want to object, but stopped himself in time. — Ha-ha-ha! — He laughed and patted Halmeldir on the shoulder. — Excellent answer! Superb reaction! You didn't succumb to any of my provocations, kept a clear head, and prioritized correctly. Thanks to my actions, we now have a suitable candidate for the role of leader. — He patted the elf on the shoulder again. — Keep it up. — And then he left the room.

Just make sure that Arec doesn't end up with a feather stuck in his ribs later on.

Cool character, I like him. Don't lose him!

Why do you have such a negative view of people?

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1) You're still alive (for now)
2) Why does your Drearian have an Imperial skill?

The same questions arose.

Added 33 minutes ago
When the problem with choosing a leader was resolved, the members of the second group went about their business.

Jerl Lardis Sandals Material: harpy feathers Movement speed +3

Cloak Material: basilisk hide Self-inflicted damage -10%

Evan's armor -> Evan's armor +1 15% reduce damage taken to 0 -> 20% reduce damage taken to 0

Begonia Cloak Material: naga hide Water damage -40%

Gilon Laint Sends 1200 Rumian somewhere.

Lobelia Brandes Revolver -> Revolver +1 Damage: 200 -> 250 Range: 7 -> 8

Ammunition (quartz) (18)

Cloak Material: basilisk hide Self-inflicted damage -10%

Cloak -> Cloak +1 Self-inflicted damage -10% -> Self-inflicted damage -15%

he'll hire assassins or try to kill you at night, yeah. protect me, okay.

Although the aristocrat pretended that this action was planned, the elf didn't buy it. Moreover, he felt that this person might harbor a grudge, so he needed to be more careful with him. When the task was completed, the officer went to Reimford to upgrade his armor and sword, then to Azure Lily.

One-handed sword -> One-handed sword +1 (Larian steel)
Damage: 80 -> 100
Strength: 20 -> 19
Crit: 0 -> 5%
Effect: additional attack.

Medium armor -> Medium armor +1
Incoming damage -20% -> Incoming damage -25%
Movement limit: 5 -> 6
Strength: 15 -> 14