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Happy Life
Arandor
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What can cause Lok’s sanity to decrease?
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Arandor
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I'm just curious if players can influence it. Maybe someone else will want to become a businessman and have their own business.
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Небо
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I don't know exactly what to call myself, something like a dynastic name. If that's even necessary.
Shino Sin Ash Fari
Little Shino had been woken up more than once by strange sounds coming from her mother's room. At first, she just wanted to cover her ears and go back to sleep, like she always did. But this evening, a strange curiosity took hold of her, and she wanted to know what was happening. The girl got out of bed and, imitating a cat, began creeping toward the sounds.
The door to her mother's room was slightly ajar. Shino carefully peeked in with one eye. Her mother wasn't alone. There were three unfamiliar men with her. One in front, one behind, and a third standing by the bed, actively moving his hand back and forth. The girl didn't understand what was happening, and the best thing that came to mind was to greet the guests.
- Hewwo! What are you doing? Eating?
The man behind got scared, twitched strangely, and pressed hard against her mother.
- Sweetie, lea... - Shino's mother started to say, briefly freeing her mouth from a large shaft, but it slid back in tighter.
The man who had been actively moving his hand stopped fiddling with the shaft, walked over to Shino, and lightly pushed her with his hand. The girl plopped onto her bottom, and the door slammed shut in front of her nose. The little one shrugged and headed to the kitchen to find something to chew on. She managed to find a stale piece of bread and a large cucumber. Sitting down on a stool, she took a bite of the bread and glanced out the window. The full moon shone in the sky, flooding the small kitchen with blue light. Shino looked at the cucumber, then tried to shove it as deep into her mouth as she could. The girl coughed, and tears welled up in her eyes.
- Oops! Hee-hee! How does Mom do that? And why do those men want cucumbers THERE?
Shino shrugged and shoved the cucumber into her mouth a few more times, then finally started eating the vegetable, taking bites of bread. Finishing her meal, the little one went to sleep.
The door to her mother's room was slightly ajar. Shino carefully peeked in with one eye. Her mother wasn't alone. There were three unfamiliar men with her. One in front, one behind, and a third standing by the bed, actively moving his hand back and forth. The girl didn't understand what was happening, and the best thing that came to mind was to greet the guests.
- Hewwo! What are you doing? Eating?
The man behind got scared, twitched strangely, and pressed hard against her mother.
- Sweetie, lea... - Shino's mother started to say, briefly freeing her mouth from a large shaft, but it slid back in tighter.
The man who had been actively moving his hand stopped fiddling with the shaft, walked over to Shino, and lightly pushed her with his hand. The girl plopped onto her bottom, and the door slammed shut in front of her nose. The little one shrugged and headed to the kitchen to find something to chew on. She managed to find a stale piece of bread and a large cucumber. Sitting down on a stool, she took a bite of the bread and glanced out the window. The full moon shone in the sky, flooding the small kitchen with blue light. Shino looked at the cucumber, then tried to shove it as deep into her mouth as she could. The girl coughed, and tears welled up in her eyes.
- Oops! Hee-hee! How does Mom do that? And why do those men want cucumbers THERE?
Shino shrugged and shoved the cucumber into her mouth a few more times, then finally started eating the vegetable, taking bites of bread. Finishing her meal, the little one went to sleep.
***
Shino was born in one of the major port cities of Illiya, into a commoner family. More precisely, into a commoner woman's family. More precisely, to a commoner woman. It's hard to call what Shino had a family. She didn't know who her father was, and most likely, her mother didn't either. Constant new dads, some of whom didn't stay longer than an hour, confused little Shino. Such an atmosphere did not contribute to the formation of a healthy psyche in the girl. By the age of nine, she understood what her mother did, who these new dads were, and why other children called her a bastard. The realization of all this left a strong imprint on Shino's mind. And when her mother told a friend that she intended to make a good profit from her daughter, her fragile, unformed consciousness cracked even more. Memories of cucumbers surfaced in the girl's head, and she became very frightened. She didn't sleep for half the night, thinking about what to do, and she couldn't come up with anything better than simply running away. Packing some of her things, she slipped unnoticed past her mother's room, who had the day off, and headed wherever her eyes led. However, everything turned out to be not as simple as she thought. Reaching the city exit, Shino realized she had nowhere to go. And even if she did, she probably couldn't make it there alone. The girl turned back, deciding to wander the night city a bit and think up a new plan. Despite the night city seeming quite frightening even for an adult, Shino wasn't scared. The thoughts about cucumbers were too strong. In one dead-end alley, she stumbled upon some homeless people warming themselves by a fire and eating something. Fortunately for her, they weren't the type to do anything bad to a little girl. Noticing the guest, one of the bums greeted her.
- Hey, kid, hi! Are you lost? – asked a fat vagrant.
- I, um... - Shino couldn't find an answer.
- Come to us, warm up, we're lost too.
The girl looked at the gathered group. The one who called out to her was quite plump, his clothes were worn but looked rather expensive. The second person, very thin with a long beard and tattoos on his face, stared at the fire without looking away. The third, with light hair and a sickly appearance, sat hugging a large pillow that once probably had a woman drawn on it. The fourth wore a strange beret, with some kind of musical instrument lying next to him. All of them, except the blond, were eating meat of unknown origin. Thinking a bit, Shino approached the vagrants and sat down by the fire. The fat man gave the girl one of the five pieces of meat he had.
- Here, eat, you must be hungry.
Shino's stomach growled. She hadn't eaten since yesterday morning. Her mother, as usual, had forgotten to feed her. Accepting the food from the vagrant's hands, she began eating greedily.
- You'll make a good little hobo, - said the musician. – I haven't seen anyone devour fried rat with such appetite in a long time.
- Be careful, or you'll get as fat as Haroist, - said the thin one, looking away from the flame.
- At least the wind doesn't blow me away like you, - replied the fat one.
- Bano, you've given me a great idea for a song, - the musician responded to the thin one's comment.
- Ur, would you finally finish the song for my goddess? How long do I have to wait? – asked the vagrant with the pillow.
- Ruven, how much longer are you going to mourn her, after everything she did to you?
- Until the end of my days... I will love her forever...
- Here we go, - the thin one rolled his eyes.
The strange company amused Shino; despite their appearance and bad smell, they seemed kind to her.
- So, what are you doing here? – Haroist asked Shino.
- I ran away...
- From whom?
- From Mom.
- Why?
- She's bad...
- Hmm, can a mother be bad?
- Of course she can! There's even a song! – said Ur and was about to grab his instrument, but Bano stopped him.
- It's late, people are sleeping.
- Alright, I'll sing it tomorrow.
- Now my mother was wonderful, - Ruven began. – She loved me very much...
- Ahem, - the fat man coughed.
- Oh, right, sorry, there's a child... - Ruven apologized.
- What's wrong with your mother? Tell us in more detail, - Haroist asked.
- Well, she...works with cucumbers...and wants to make me do it too...
The vagrants exchanged glances, not understanding what she was talking about.
- She's a farmer? – asked Ur.
- A cook? – asked Haroist.
- An alchemist? – asked Ruven.
- She's a whore, - answered Bano.
- Shhh, - the fat one hissed. – Not in front of the child!
- It's true, - the girl said sadly.
The men fell silent.
- You know, life is such a whore...Oops! I meant thing! Very unpredictable and strange. Sometimes you're lucky, sometimes not so much. For example, I was a rich merchant until I managed to invest all my money in some nonsense. Ur was a musician at some nobleman's court, but one day he sang an unfortunate song about him. Ruven was a famous writer until he spent his entire fortune on one, um, goddess, and she gave him the boot. Bano was, um, well, in short, people like your mom worked for him, until one day he fell out of favor with the local authorities. And now here we all are. We have nowhere to go, all our relatives and friends have turned away from us, we have almost nothing, and we don't know what to do next. But you have a mother, whatever she's like, and a home. Maybe you misunderstood her about the cucumbers?
Silence hung in the air. Haroist looked at Shino, waiting for an answer. Ruven squeezed his pillow. Ur gently plucked a string. And Bano once again sank his gaze into the flame, then suddenly spoke.
- She understood everything correctly. I had those. They offered their little daughters as employees. But that's too much, even for my establishment, - Bano looked at the girl with a piercing gaze. – Fire purifies.
- There he goes with his sermons again... - said Haroist.
- Completely lost his mind, the old dog, - commented Ur.
- I like it, - Ruven chimed in.
- Your mother will be saved in the flame. But your path will be much harder than hers. Your soul is split in two. One part will forever strive for your mother's vices, the other for the fire. It is your salvation. Choose it.
After these words, the vagrants' campfire flared up sharply and almost singed Haroist's belly.
- Damn it, you lousy sorcerer! - the fat man cursed. – Oh, sorry about that. I see you've finished eating, let's walk you home. I'll try to talk to your mother. I used to be good at persuading people.
On the way home, Shino actively pondered the words Bano had spoken. She didn't fully understand what they meant, but she remembered well that fire would save her. As they approached the district where the girl lived, the strange company noticed thick smoke and a glow. Soon, shouts were heard. Getting closer, they saw dozens of bustling people running back and forth with buckets. One of the houses was engulfed in flames; several nearby were only partially burning. The girl quickly realized that her house was on fire.
- M...Mom, - escaped Shino's lips, after which she froze, staring at the flame devouring her home and mother. The sounds around turned into incomprehensible noise, the silhouettes of people blurred, and she saw only the all-consuming fire.
- Well, well! – exclaimed Haroist.
- Indeed, - commented Ruven.
- So what do we do with her now? – asked Ur.
- We'll take her to Baldr, - said Bano.
- To Baldr? – the others asked in unison.
- To Baldr. There's a crazy guy there who gathers all sorts of orphans. It'll be the best place for her. The main thing is that we don't get arrested on the way for corrupting little girls. Four grown men and a little girl, suspicious, don't you think?
- Hey, kid, hi! Are you lost? – asked a fat vagrant.
- I, um... - Shino couldn't find an answer.
- Come to us, warm up, we're lost too.
The girl looked at the gathered group. The one who called out to her was quite plump, his clothes were worn but looked rather expensive. The second person, very thin with a long beard and tattoos on his face, stared at the fire without looking away. The third, with light hair and a sickly appearance, sat hugging a large pillow that once probably had a woman drawn on it. The fourth wore a strange beret, with some kind of musical instrument lying next to him. All of them, except the blond, were eating meat of unknown origin. Thinking a bit, Shino approached the vagrants and sat down by the fire. The fat man gave the girl one of the five pieces of meat he had.
- Here, eat, you must be hungry.
Shino's stomach growled. She hadn't eaten since yesterday morning. Her mother, as usual, had forgotten to feed her. Accepting the food from the vagrant's hands, she began eating greedily.
- You'll make a good little hobo, - said the musician. – I haven't seen anyone devour fried rat with such appetite in a long time.
- Be careful, or you'll get as fat as Haroist, - said the thin one, looking away from the flame.
- At least the wind doesn't blow me away like you, - replied the fat one.
- Bano, you've given me a great idea for a song, - the musician responded to the thin one's comment.
- Ur, would you finally finish the song for my goddess? How long do I have to wait? – asked the vagrant with the pillow.
- Ruven, how much longer are you going to mourn her, after everything she did to you?
- Until the end of my days... I will love her forever...
- Here we go, - the thin one rolled his eyes.
The strange company amused Shino; despite their appearance and bad smell, they seemed kind to her.
- So, what are you doing here? – Haroist asked Shino.
- I ran away...
- From whom?
- From Mom.
- Why?
- She's bad...
- Hmm, can a mother be bad?
- Of course she can! There's even a song! – said Ur and was about to grab his instrument, but Bano stopped him.
- It's late, people are sleeping.
- Alright, I'll sing it tomorrow.
- Now my mother was wonderful, - Ruven began. – She loved me very much...
- Ahem, - the fat man coughed.
- Oh, right, sorry, there's a child... - Ruven apologized.
- What's wrong with your mother? Tell us in more detail, - Haroist asked.
- Well, she...works with cucumbers...and wants to make me do it too...
The vagrants exchanged glances, not understanding what she was talking about.
- She's a farmer? – asked Ur.
- A cook? – asked Haroist.
- An alchemist? – asked Ruven.
- She's a whore, - answered Bano.
- Shhh, - the fat one hissed. – Not in front of the child!
- It's true, - the girl said sadly.
The men fell silent.
- You know, life is such a whore...Oops! I meant thing! Very unpredictable and strange. Sometimes you're lucky, sometimes not so much. For example, I was a rich merchant until I managed to invest all my money in some nonsense. Ur was a musician at some nobleman's court, but one day he sang an unfortunate song about him. Ruven was a famous writer until he spent his entire fortune on one, um, goddess, and she gave him the boot. Bano was, um, well, in short, people like your mom worked for him, until one day he fell out of favor with the local authorities. And now here we all are. We have nowhere to go, all our relatives and friends have turned away from us, we have almost nothing, and we don't know what to do next. But you have a mother, whatever she's like, and a home. Maybe you misunderstood her about the cucumbers?
Silence hung in the air. Haroist looked at Shino, waiting for an answer. Ruven squeezed his pillow. Ur gently plucked a string. And Bano once again sank his gaze into the flame, then suddenly spoke.
- She understood everything correctly. I had those. They offered their little daughters as employees. But that's too much, even for my establishment, - Bano looked at the girl with a piercing gaze. – Fire purifies.
- There he goes with his sermons again... - said Haroist.
- Completely lost his mind, the old dog, - commented Ur.
- I like it, - Ruven chimed in.
- Your mother will be saved in the flame. But your path will be much harder than hers. Your soul is split in two. One part will forever strive for your mother's vices, the other for the fire. It is your salvation. Choose it.
After these words, the vagrants' campfire flared up sharply and almost singed Haroist's belly.
- Damn it, you lousy sorcerer! - the fat man cursed. – Oh, sorry about that. I see you've finished eating, let's walk you home. I'll try to talk to your mother. I used to be good at persuading people.
On the way home, Shino actively pondered the words Bano had spoken. She didn't fully understand what they meant, but she remembered well that fire would save her. As they approached the district where the girl lived, the strange company noticed thick smoke and a glow. Soon, shouts were heard. Getting closer, they saw dozens of bustling people running back and forth with buckets. One of the houses was engulfed in flames; several nearby were only partially burning. The girl quickly realized that her house was on fire.
- M...Mom, - escaped Shino's lips, after which she froze, staring at the flame devouring her home and mother. The sounds around turned into incomprehensible noise, the silhouettes of people blurred, and she saw only the all-consuming fire.
- Well, well! – exclaimed Haroist.
- Indeed, - commented Ruven.
- So what do we do with her now? – asked Ur.
- We'll take her to Baldr, - said Bano.
- To Baldr? – the others asked in unison.
- To Baldr. There's a crazy guy there who gathers all sorts of orphans. It'll be the best place for her. The main thing is that we don't get arrested on the way for corrupting little girls. Four grown men and a little girl, suspicious, don't you think?
Origin:
Illiya
+2 to intelligence, +2 to charisma, +2 to beauty, +2 to spirit.
Constellations:
Chalice, 757, 22 years old insta-model
Once per day, the character can restore health, spell points, and other resources, and remove negative effects from themselves at any time without spending a turn.
Lovers
+3 to beauty, +2 to faith.
Beliefs:
Dakara. Sin Ash Shamash — Access to Pyromancy, +50% resistance to fire and wood, +1 to intelligence, +2 to beauty.
Equipment: revealing clothing, Haroist's dagger, Bano's magic wand, Ruven's bracelet, Ur's bracers, hardtack, prunes.
Skills:
Illiya
+2 to intelligence, +2 to charisma, +2 to beauty, +2 to spirit.
Constellations:
Chalice, 757, 22 years old insta-model
Once per day, the character can restore health, spell points, and other resources, and remove negative effects from themselves at any time without spending a turn.
Lovers
+3 to beauty, +2 to faith.
Beliefs:
Dakara. Sin Ash Shamash — Access to Pyromancy, +50% resistance to fire and wood, +1 to intelligence, +2 to beauty.
Equipment: revealing clothing, Haroist's dagger, Bano's magic wand, Ruven's bracelet, Ur's bracers, hardtack, prunes.
Skills:
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
По вопросам модерации: [email protected]
Arandor
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shelter-nursing home-brothel
Be strong. Believe
Heroist
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You can place the Factory and complete all the experience requirements in one Dungeon.
Whatever
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If it's even necessary.
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Should I play through the maps against NPCs myself...?
Граф Орлов
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I thought I had chosen too scary a portrait for a character with 12 beauty.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Небо
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It’s even worse than you think. I drew it myself...
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
По вопросам модерации: [email protected]
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Небо
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"AGON"
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Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
По вопросам модерации: [email protected]
kcfgogbfalgfl
Happy Life
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I drew my own as well 😎
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.