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Only the extravagance of today's celebration and the most important date in modern Tezoth — Deus's birthday — could rival Kalamention in beauty and grandeur. Nominally, it was a tribute to the ruler and a symbol of the kingdom's unity, but in reality, it was so only for the capital's residents. While invited lords with their retinues basked in luxury and contented Canamians gave themselves over to solemn festivities, life in the other regions continued to flow as before — the noble warriors of Swordgard and Lamente still stood their watch, guarding the kingdom's peace from encroachments out of the crater, but few cared about that. On the contrary — some of the defenders had been summoned here, as unwilling participants in today's farce. That said, Alaria felt no negativity toward Mariarnelia — she herself was bound by the constraints of her status and, in a sense, was a hostage to the situation.
Having become a Knight of Catharsis relatively recently, the warrior had not previously taken part in such events — seeing the most influential people of Tezoth gathered under one roof was a first for her. Most of them she had never even seen in person. That was one of the reasons she favored her liege's approach — the position of a quiet observer who drew no undue attention suited her just fine.
There goes Carnea Kaikunia Iretiret, fully living up to her notorious reputation. And there is Lord Adalard — likely the second most powerful man in the empire, after Deus himself — in the company of his son. Either he is preparing his heir for high society, or he has designs on betrothing him to the guest of honor in an effort to expand his influence. An expected and logical move — from the standpoint of political marriages, there are not many better candidates. Clearly not something to be dismissed out of hand.
For the Tanarsian woman herself, the one who stood out most among them all was the local fanatic — Man of Sanbornia — but by no means in a positive light. There was something repulsive about that procession, as if even today's visit he used solely as an opportunity to praise his idol. At the same time, the absence of a knight in his retinue looked remarkably suspicious. Given the opportunistic nature of the Lord of Sanbornia, this boded nothing good, especially for his neighbors.
One after another, the guests came and went, and for each of them the Knight of Catharsis made various notes in her mental journal, trying to remember their faces, mannerisms, and bearing, not neglecting to observe even the escorts of the distinguished personages. You never know with whom your lord might decide to do business in the future, or who might gain a new domain in a year or two.
That said, she did not forget to keep an eye on her own surroundings, holding close to Lord Cartridge like a vigilant guardian. Protecting her liege was still one of her direct duties, and Alaria had no intention of neglecting it.
Hey, could you give me some advice on the ability? The ban on escape and stealth after leaving one/attacking a character sounds decent. Considering they can shoot from stealth, it doesn't seem overpowered. Or maybe take +30% spirit damage and the intimidation effect. Then I wouldn't need to bring a medic to revive slaves, but the death blow doesn't seem to play well.
Hmm, what about the tattoo that lets you take opponents into non-lethal, have you thought about that? I'm not sure if Reven would allow it, but it seems more reliable than spirit damage for your purposes. And it could have a wider range of applications.
- My Lady Alsira, your name is as beautiful as the blessed crimson eyes upon whose surface I see my humble reflection at this very moment. - Sincere extends his moonlit palm. - Allow me to invite you to a dance, and I shall gladly share the state of affairs of my wonderful house.
— By the light, in compliments to my modest person, I simply cannot keep up with your refined eloquence. — Alsira covered her pleasant smile with her palm. — Your offer would grace any lady's day, my Lord Arnold, yet would it not be sorrowful to leave the Gracious Mistress and your dear kinswoman so soon?.. — she cast a brief glance toward the sovereign, seeking permission or some other emotion.
The Sovereign draws a pistol and shoots Arnold in the forehead, causing his head to burst like an overripe watermelon.
- No one dares to lay claim to my... - She says, blowing the smoke from the pistol's barrel.
Tsiel merely clasped her hands together and smiled warmly, believing that at this moment nothing could be better than witnessing the dance of the young.
Will there be a post with character pictures? Otherwise, you can't remember everyone. It would also be nice to add the lords to it — I see a name and can't recall which region they're from. If needed, I can edit it as best I can and as new ones appear.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Tsiel merely clasped her hands together and smiled warmly, believing that at this moment nothing would be better than to witness the dance of the young.
— I would be honored to accept your gracious offer, my lord. — the sincere moon-elf takes the offered hand.
A slight shiver runs down her back at the touch, but it seems no one is about to plunge a treacherous blade into it right now.
- My lady Alsira, your name is as beautiful as the blessed scarlet eyes, on the surface of which at this very moment I see my own humble reflection. - Sincere extends his lunar palm. - Allow me to invite you to a dance, and I will gladly tell you about the state of affairs of my wonderful house.
An extreme level of self-admiration, admiring one's own reflection in a woman's eyes. There is something to learn from this knight.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
- My lady Alsira, your name is as beautiful as the blessed scarlet eyes, on the surface of which at this moment I see my humble reflection. - Sincere extends his palm to the lunar one. - Allow me to invite you to a dance, and I will gladly tell you about the state of affairs of my wonderful house.
An extreme level of self-admiration, admiring your own reflection in a woman's eyes. There is something to learn from this knight.
Sky... I was eating buckwheat and almost choked to death from your joke, it made me laugh so hard. You were one step away from losing your GM... Assassin, damn it.
- My lady Alsira, your name is as beautiful as the blessed scarlet eyes, on the surface of which at this moment I see my own humble reflection. - Sincere extends his lunar palm. - Allow me to invite you to a dance, and I will gladly tell you about the state of affairs of my wonderful house.
An extreme level of narcissism, admiring your own reflection in a woman's eyes. There is something to learn from this knight.
Sky... I was eating buckwheat and nearly choked to death from your joke, it made me laugh so hard. You were one step away from losing your GM... Damn assassin.
By the way, I used to buy buckwheat here, Polish. Quite nasty stuff, greenish in color. But I stopped cooking anything myself long ago and switched to bourgeois frozen food, only adding ready-made meat, fish, and vegetables to it.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
- My lady Alsira, your name is as beautiful as the blissful scarlet eyes, on the surface of which at this very moment I see my humble reflection. - Sincere extends his lunar palm. - Allow me to invite you to a dance, and I will gladly tell you about the state of affairs of my wonderful house.
An extreme level of narcissism, admiring your own reflection in a woman's eyes. There is something to learn from this knight.
Sky... I was eating buckwheat and nearly choked to death from your joke, it made me laugh so hard. You were one step away from losing your GM... Assassin, damn it.
By the way, I bought buckwheat here, Polish. Quite nasty stuff, greenish in color. But I stopped cooking anything myself long ago and switched to bourgeois frozen food, only adding ready-made meat, fish, and vegetables to it.
Don't you have buckwheat in bags like "stick it in, boil it, take it out" over there? By the way, where are you now?