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Hey, it looks like you ended up with one more stat point.

Yes, you're right. I'm removing 1 from Agility.

Well, here we are, the cool non-humans are off-screen, and all that's left are various minotaurs and orcs...

Come on, those are exactly the favorites of H3 players.

When was the last time someone played Necropolis as their main faction? I think it was Ment.

non-humans are not needed.

When was the last time someone played Necropolis as their main? I think it was with Ment.

I had a Lizardman.

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Necropolis isn't needed.

It is needed.

Just a few.

Ment, it seems you have 10 fewer stat points than required. Did you account for the narcissist?

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Ah, I understand... You added in parentheses that it's in addition to the main distribution.

They just need to be a race.

Ah, he didn't choose the best option. Typical Revan.

and all that's left are minotaurs and orcs...

Nah, they're fine, even though they're better.

When was the last time someone picked a non-human race as their main? I think it was still with Ment.

I've been tempted a few times, but I've held back for various reasons. But I had some ideas. Nebka originally planned to play as a kind-hearted minotaur family man, but then he drew a bad card and adapted the build to suit the opposite character, Beleroth. And I didn't really want to play yet another two-handed warrior (which half the players were) or copy the build of a previous character.
In this campaign, I might have had similar ideas if Revan hadn't decided to make them Araidians 2.0 with -20 to Defense and hyper-specialization. And it would be one thing if there were penalties to beauty or piety, but you'll have to compensate for the intelligence penalty from your starting Defense, one way or another. And if you want to have the option of choosing a belief, it will cost you a third of your starting points.

GM hates non-human races.

We need a mechanic for summoning animals, for interacting with forest creatures, and all that. There's not enough content for druids and rangers.

As I understand it, the player can only create a skeleton? Are all the other companions created by the GM?

Created and played by me - Partner - Battle companion - Friend - Compatriot - Concubine - Bodyguard - Scientist - Guard Created and played by the player - Brother or sister of the main character from Miray. - The Ren Dynasty. - Isadora, the goddess of the family hearth. - Nameless (skeleton). - Companions of the noble rogue.

Short version of biography:
Viola was a cheerful and diligent follower of Arteria, as well as a knight of her order. For her selflessness, she was initiated as a paladin. Once, while traveling through a forest, she was cursed by a fairy. In the course of her official duties, she was taken prisoner, where she was abused and then made a concubine to King Lisliar. After spending several years in his harem, Viola did not gain her freedom but fell into the hands of another court noble, who later gave her to Raphael Ambrosius Costo.

Biography:
Viola was born in January 703 into the family of an impoverished knight. Had her parents been from some barbarian region of the world, they would surely have been upset that a girl was born to them, but thanks to Arteria, gender equality had long since been established in all civilized countries; therefore, Viola's father knew for certain that he now had someone to whom he could pass on his armor and sword.
From childhood, Viola was taught that the entire surrounding world was a gift from the all-merciful Arteria and that one must be grateful for this gift every day. Perhaps, had she been a gloomier child by nature, the piety in her upbringing might have led to fanaticism and intolerance, but thanks to the innate cheerfulness of her character, Viola became a very open and eternally smiling child. When there were other children around her—regardless of whether they were older or younger, boys or girls—she joyfully played anything with them: house, hide-and-seek, ball, or tag. When there were no other children around, she just as joyfully swung on swings, admired butterflies, trees, flowers, or even grass.
But her childhood consisted of more than just children's games. From an early age, her father trained Viola in physical education and combat with sword and shield, first using light training imitations, and by the end of her training at age 15, with real, albeit blunted, weapons. Of all the orders, the Order of Arteria appealed most to Viola's soul, so she joined it as soon as the opportunity arose. She bid farewell to her parents and set off for the less fortunate regions of the world to help those to whom fate had not been as kind as it was to her.Viola managed to help many people, heal many wounds, save many lives, and bring many smiles back to children's faces. Once, during her travels, she passed through a beautiful forest containing a lovely lake. Deciding to take this opportunity to bathe and wash herself, she removed her combat gear, as well as everything else, and dipped into the blue expanse of water. After a while, she felt something hit her in the back of the head.
-Hey! – Viola turned around and covered her maiden chest with one hand.
-You're the "hey"! – answered a little girl dressed in a white-and-blue outfit. The girl was very small, barely larger than Viola's palm, and had little wings behind her back – beanpole, how dare you bathe in my lake?!
-Why am I a beanpole? – the lady-knight puffed out slightly
-Look at yourself! Not only are you a beanpole, you're apparently a fool too! And bathing in my lake!
-If I'm a beanpole, then what are you? – Viola asked with a harmless smile
-I... I... well... Hey! Are you saying that I'm stupid?
-No, goodness, I just thought...
-Thought that I'm stupid?!
-No, I...
-I'm not stupid! You're stupid! Stinky beanpole and fool! Take this! – the fairy waved her magic wand, and Viola felt something strange in her body and in her soul.
The girl wanted to ask the fairy what she had done, to apologize for any offense caused, but the little girl instantly vanished into thin air and was gone.
Viola sighed heavily and continued on her way.And again she healed wounds, saved lives, and made the world around her more joyful. Her merits before the order and the Goddess were recognized by those around her, and although a lack of ambition prevented her from advancing in the hierarchy of the order, in 724 she was offered initiation as a paladin, to which she joyfully agreed. Viola visited Reginleiv, which filled her with absolute delight—the island from which the Goddess began her campaign to save the world, ancient temples, architecture; several times Viola even saw valkyries! Truly, it was a cup of impressions from which she could drink forever. But duty came above all, so after accepting her initiation as a paladin from the hands of the queen with honor and dignity (and performing a joyful dance by herself immediately after the ceremony), Viola set out once more.
A desire to help people led her to a small village in the territory of Shafran. After a recent battle with the forces of Lisliar, the village contained many wounded and destitute people. Viola stayed in this village and engaged in caring for the wounded, teaching, and playing with children, many of whom had lost their fathers. She was doing the same on that fateful day:
-Auntie Viola, Auntie Viola! Give me a massage – a little girl asked her
-Alright then! – the wandering knight replied with a wide smile – lie down! A late wagon rolled along, peas suddenly poured from the last car! Chickens came, pecked and pecked...
-Ahaha, that tickles!
-Geese came, nipped and nipped...
Their game was interrupted by screams from the street:
-Run! Save yourselves if you can! The Lisliarians have returned!
Viola instantly pulled the girl to her feet:
-Right. Now find your mother and hide in the forest with her. Don't wait for me, I will come to you later. Don't get distracted by anything, find your mother and leave with her immediately. Understand?
-Yes... auntie, but what about you...
-You don't need to wait for me. I will definitely come to you later. I promise – she extended her pinky finger to the girl and smiled.
The girl also smiled and hooked her pinky around Viola's.
The knight kissed the girl on the forehead.
-Run. Don't look back and don't linger.
The girl nodded once more and ran.
Viola quickly put on the remaining parts of her knightly attire, including a full helm, left the house, mounted her horse, and raced toward the edge of the village in the opposite direction from where the people were fleeing. Stopping on the outskirts, she looked at the horizon. Six riders were clearly visible on the flat plain. Scouts. Or raiders. In Lisliar's army, these two functions were often combined. Viola galloped toward them. About a hundred meters before reaching them, she stopped and shouted loudly:
-Not a step further! This village is under the protection of the Order of Arteria! If you attempt to harm its residents, we will be forced to use force!
The raiders laughed loudly.
-So far we only see you here, scrawny! – responded the leader, apparently – right, Batyr, Khamzan, Almaz, Atsamaz – ride around this idiot and grab the villagers, and the two of us will give this weakling a beating!
Realizing that because of her more fragile build, she had been mistaken for a skinny man, Viola instantly weighed her options. Dealing with two raiders first and then catching the others, perhaps even one by one—this option significantly increased her chances of victory. But who knows how much harm they could do to ordinary people while she chased them? All of them needed to be stopped, or at least delayed, all at once. Therefore, Viola removed her helmet, which hid her face and luxurious long hair.
-The two of you certainly won't beat me – she shouted with a mocking tone – I doubt you could manage even if there were six of you!
It is unknown what influenced the raiders—her words or her appearance—but instead of riding around her and heading for the village as ordered by the leader, one of them bolted and rode toward her. The others followed suit. Viola put her helmet back on and prepared her shield and sword...
The battle was long and bloody. Four raiders lay on the ground bleeding—dying or already dead. But Viola herself could barely stand on her feet. The long struggle had completely drained her strength. Realizing she could no longer fight properly, she threw her shield to the ground and took her one-handed sword with both hands—just to hold onto it somehow. The raiders acted classically—one stood behind her and one in front of her face. Viola knew what to do in such a situation—make a sharp dash forward and to the side, so that one opponent was almost close enough to strike, while the other was on the side of the arm and could not strike the back. But her legs simply refused to obey her. She began to move slowly to the right when she suddenly heard the thumping of feet behind her. The knight spun around sharply and thrust her sword straight ahead. The raider stopped about a meter and a half before reaching her, but due to the sharp turn, Viola lost her balance. She still managed to hear the thumping of feet behind her again and even tried to turn once more, but could not. A sharp blow to the back knocked her off her feet, her weakened arms released the sword, and she fell on her stomach. First, she tried to locate her weapon with her eyes, but the raider immediately kicked it aside with his foot.
-You b***h f***er - said the raider and swore filthily – now you'll answer for everything!
Viola lay there and remained silent, expecting to be killed in retaliation for the fallen comrades. With dehydrated lips, she read a death prayer to herself.
But the men had something else on their minds. She felt them cutting the straps of her armor and beginning to strip the plating from her. Only then did Viola realize what might happen to her.
-No, please, don't... - she whispered weakly
-We have to, bitch, we have to! We're going to play with you in a way you'll remember for the rest of your life! And you know what the best part is? – the raiders flipped her onto her back and "helpfully" lifted her so she was half-sitting – look!
Viola looked and saw an approaching army on the horizon. At least, to her exhausted consciousness, those people seemed like an army. There were at least several hundred people.
-We're coming anyway to burn this piss-soaked village, f*** the women and enslave the children! And kill everyone we feel like killing! Your sacrifice changed nothing! And believe me, when I and my buddy are finished with you, we'll let all those guys coming here play with you too – with these words, the raider sliced through the last pieces of fabric covering her intimate zones and spread her knees wide apart. Thus Viola knew her first man, but far from the last that night...The soldiers, having gotten their hands on foreign beauty, would likely have simply killed Viola after a few days of satisfying their desires; however, she was "lucky," and after a few hours, she was found by one of the officers:
-Now, now, now, what's going on here?
-Well, comrade commander! Took a prisoner, now we're squeezing secret information out of him! – the soldier grinned widely
-And what about sharing with the big boss commander?
-Of course, comrade commander! Alright boys, clear out, let the boss enjoy himself!
Not all the soldiers were able to follow this order immediately, but after some time, Viola was finally left alone with the officer.
-Ugh, you sure stink – he wrinkled his nose – should make them be more careful, or something.
The knight remained silent. Not because she wanted to show something by doing so, but simply because her mind was absolutely empty and she was not perceiving the surrounding reality.
-You're not bad, not bad at all – the military man assessed her – breasts aren't bad, and the ass is quite alright. Slightly muscular, but without fat, and muscles make the backside firm. You know, it's a waste to let good things go to waste. The fighters will have their fun with the captured villagers—I heard they caught a bunch of babes hiding in the forest. But we'll find a better use for you.
At the mention of the village residents, some distant part of Viola's consciousness tried to awaken, to worry about their fate, but that part was too weak. The dominant part of her brain simply tried to disconnect from what was happening.
-Well then – the officer continued his conversation with himself – selling you will be necessary, of course, but it would be a shame to give away such an apple without taking a bite myself, you know what I mean? – with these words, he began to remove his trousers...
After a couple of weeks living in the officer's tent, Viola was transported via secret paths to Lisliar. There she ended up in the house of a slave trader, and after what she experienced in the soldiers' camp, it seemed to her that such a change was entirely for the better. The trader did not try to use her physically, ordered her wounds to be treated carefully so that no scars remained and any bruises healed as quickly as possible, fed her well, and even assigned a special mental health doctor to her, who ensured that Viola had "recovered" from her traumatic experience. Naturally, "recovery" did not mean complete healing—which would likely never happen—but merely that Viola ceased to be like a vegetable and realized her new place in the world. She was a slave, and any disobedience would kill her via a special spell. For some time, Viola thought about testing the truth of these words and simultaneously rid herself of suffering, but in the end decided that suicide was a grave sin and accepted her fate. As soon as she reached marketable condition, she was put up for sale. Many interested parties approached her stand, but as soon as they saw the price, most lost interest. The trader had invested heavily in Viola and intended to recover his costs with interest. Ultimately, a representative of the King of Sharan won at the auction. Having bought Viola, he, apparently being in a talkative mood, decided to speak with her:
- It's unfortunate, of course, that you're not a virgin. The King prefers only virgins. I mean, I understand, of course, captured, soldiers, but could they really not have thought of that? Lack of discipline in our troops, oh, such a lack. If it weren't for your special origin, I would never have taken you for the king. There are plenty of beautiful women; His Majesty even has a couple from Marion. But a woman-knight—that's exotic, no matter how you look at it! I hope the merciful king appreciates it accordingly. Actually, it would be great if we learned how to restore virginity to women. I mean, there's time magic—it heals wounds and everything under the sun. Why not use it to restore virginity, eh? That would be cool, imagine? True, I have a friend—he says that a man, with his, ehehehe, well you know what, still leaves his particles inside a woman. No matter if you restore it or not—particles remain! He called them something funny, forgot what, anyway. Why the gloomy face? Did someone die, ahah? You know, you're really ungrateful for your fate. There are people who are taken as slaves from childhood and sent to work in mines until death; they die there in 5 years. And you'll go to the palace, to the king, you'll do nothing all day, lie on soft pillows, and that's it! Well, occasionally the king will drop by—the nobleman's face suddenly became slightly frightened and he seemed to start justifying himself—no, not that he couldn't come to you every night, His Majesty could come to you every hour—his strength is huge, both magical and masculine! Just that he has more important matters, he-he, yeah. In short, your life will be a breeze. You know, even I wouldn't refuse to be in your place! Because I spin like a squirrel in a wheel, solving various important matters and getting not such large sums of money for it, while for you it's enough to do nothing, and you'll have everything. Well, we've arrived. Now, make your face look happier—you're about to see His Majesty!
Sharan Aganzo, King of Lisliar, appeared and the nobleman fell to his knees.
-Rise. Another concubine?
-Yes, Your Majesty! A skilled lady-knight from distant Marion, a zealous follower of the goddess Arteria! Undoubtedly, she will worthily complement your harem!
-Meh. Not so skilled, since she's standing here. A virgin, naturally?
-Negative, Your Majesty... I decided that such an exotic lady... Please forgive me...
-Meh. Well alright, I appreciate your effort, if not the result. She'll do for a couple of times, whatever. Go.Thus began Viola's life in the palace. The nobleman's words proved to be more than true, at least regarding the king—he indeed visited her very rarely, and after literally a few months, stopped appearing altogether. After the first year, Viola had largely recovered from her experience. Her cheerful disposition returned, though slightly weakened after what she had endured. She socialized with Sharan's other concubines and wives, told them about Arteria, tried to ease their daily lives, and sometimes just chatted about various random topics. She became especially close with a slave named Gulnaz from the distant plains of Nakiri. Gulnaz even taught Viola how to prepare a special herbal tea that calmed the soul and heart, after which Viola prepared it for herself and the other inhabitants of the harem.
Several years passed in peace and tranquility. One day, Viola was sitting in the room of a new concubine who was crying and trying to comfort her:
-Don't worry, it's not that painful. Like a mosquito bite—and that's it. You just have to endure it for a little bit...
At that moment, the King of Lisliar entered the chambers. Upon seeing Viola, bewilderment appeared on his face. After about a minute, it changed to recognition:
-Aaaaah, it's you! And I wondered who the second slave was. You're still here? Why, was it not clear that since I don't visit you, you're not needed by me? What sluggish subjects I have, they could have thought of this themselves. Well alright, scram out of here, I don't need you anymore. Shoo, shoo – the king began making gestures usually used to drive away stray animals.
Viola froze in bewilderment, not understanding what all this meant, but the guards proved to be quicker and simply grabbed her by the armpits and carried her to the exit. After throwing her outside the bedroom, she was ordered to leave the palace. However, before she could do so, she bumped into another nobleman—a flabby and disgusting old man.
-Kheh-kheh, now then, where are we headed?
-The king ordered me to leave the palace.
-I see, and did he remove the slave spell from you too? No? Kheh-kheh, all the better. There's a room nearby—get in there now, otherwise you'll drop dead. Understand?!
Viola silently walked in the indicated direction while the nobleman unbuckled the belt of his trousers on the way...
Viola never managed to achieve freedom—the nobleman decided that since the king no longer needed her, that was the king's business, but he, the nobleman, still had plenty of use for Viola, so she moved into his house. Despite his advanced age, the official enjoyed Viola's female company quite often. This would have continued if, in the course of political intrigues, the nobleman had not spoiled his relationship with Raphael Costo. To make amends, he offered Viola as a gift in exchange for improved relations. Raphael wasn't actually angry with the official, as he considered trade secondary in his life, so he took it as a gift without any obligations, and after he finally grew sick of his homeland, he took this gift—Viola—with him.

Characteristics:
Strength: 6
Endurance: 8
Agility: 6
Perception: 6
Speed: 4
Intelligence: 2
Spirit: 6
Faith: 6
Charisma: 0
Beauty: 8

Date of birth:
January 16, 703 (constellations of the Hero and the Altar).

Origin:
Marion, Lands of the Order of Arteria.

Conviction:
Church of Arteria

Skills:
Combat Training:
+2% accuracy per unit of perception, +2% accuracy per unit of agility
+2% will per unit of spirit, +2% will per unit of endurance
Medic: First aid, massage.
Order of Arteria: all skills
Paladin: healing

Inventory:
Everything her master allows her to have.

Created and role-played by me
- Companion
- Battle comrade
- Friend
- Compatriot
- Concubine
- Bodyguard
- Scholar
- Guard

Created and role-played by the player
- Brother or sister of the main character from Mirai.
- The Ren Dynasty.
- Isadora, the goddess of the hearth.
- Nameless (skeleton).
- Companions of the noble rogue.

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Yeah, they're good, even better.

I completely agree, they're good and they're better. And orctaur aren't really needed.

What a bunch of scoundrels these Sylvans are. And after that, players didn't want to play as followers of the church...

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I absolutely agree, they are good, and they are better. And Orcs aren't really needed.

Well, that means there will be motivation to bring this storyline to a logical conclusion and wait for the expansion about Miray.