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Yes, every one of my characters is like Tirza 2.0.
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Later, he was tasked with executing Ceres, the then-queen.
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
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Celestia Moon.
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Coriel Ilk
Origin:
Sylvan, male
Conviction:
Manichaeism
Skills:
Wings of Wind, Healing Water, 200 unused experience points.
Inventory:
Pistol, ammunition, bola, money.
20 years ago
Coriel was walking to work at the local sawmill. It wasn't the easiest job and far from the highest paying, but he didn't complain. Every living creature in this world had a place. His place was here, where he produced the most useful goods for those around him. Indeed, what would a peasant build his hut from, what would a carpenter make a table or chair from, what would they build a ship or a carriage or a guitar from? All of this was made from wood. Therefore, although it seemed strange to many that an elf would voluntarily cut down trees, Coriel was happy because he knew that his work benefited countless people.
Today, there were anxious conversations at work. Many were discussing the war that had begun, fearing or, conversely, expecting general mobilization to the front to fight the war until complete and final victory. But Coriel neither feared nor hoped. He understood that no one in their right mind would send him to fight, for it was obvious that it was not his place. His place, like that of any self-respecting man, was here, at work, or at home, beside a beloved wife. Unfortunately, Coriel was not yet married, as women paid him little attention, and he himself, realizing his place, never attempted to take the first step with them. What right did he have to do so?
9 years ago
Coriel, as before, was walking to work at the local sawmill. Not the easiest job, but there was nothing to be done—someone had to do it. Many men had been taken to the front, and now Coriel was asked to take on extra hours at work, and he did not refuse. After all, if no one else could do it, what right did he have to refuse? People still needed the same things as before, and Coriel was still ready to fulfill his duty to them.
As before, he was not married. But this did not bother him. After all, sooner or later, the very girl who would become the center of his universe, to whom he would dedicate himself entirely, would notice him. Coriel didn't mind being the second, third, or even fourth husband in a family. If any woman bestowed her attention upon him, that in itself would be the highest reward. Especially now, at 40, when it had become obvious that no self-respecting lady would want to involve herself with him. But such is life, and there is nothing to be done.
A few days ago
Coriel wandered aimlessly through the streets of Kimika. He had been doing this for several years, ever since the sawmill burned down during a war between criminal factions, in which the owner refused to pay for the protection of one of the gangs. It couldn't be said that Coriel couldn't find work—he was willing to take on anything, and such a person would always find an occupation. But something had broken in his soul, something that prevented him from simply changing workplaces and continuing to live as before. He wandered the streets of his hometown trying to understand exactly what it was.
"Kimika," he thought, "my beautiful Kimika. My loving mother and wife. What happened? Why was I always so happy in your embrace, and why am I tormented by anxiety now?" After long years, for some reason during this walk, it suddenly became clear to him what had happened. His only beloved, the only woman of his life—had been defiled and subjected to the will of usurpers and tyrants. And as much as he shunned violence, he had to do something. He remembered Princess Celestia Moon. Or rather, she was technically already a queen after the death—no, after the vile murder of her mother. A thought suddenly struck him—if he imagined that Kimika had a woman's face, a personification in the flesh—it would be her, Celestia. Suddenly, everything became obvious. He understood what he needed to do. He understood how he could serve his only love...
When Coriel stepped outside the city walls, he checked that the purchased pistol and bola were with him. These were last resorts in case of self-defense—overall, he hoped that even if he encountered an enemy, he could immobilize them without causing harm, but the pistol would not hurt for the worst-case scenario. Having made sure everything was in order, he turned around and, to the surprise of the guards, tenderly kissed one of the stones in the wall:
"Someday," he whispered, "I will return to you."
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
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Airlys Ail
Clutching her claymore tightly in her hands, the Kaolian woman stood opposite her opponent, carefully watching his every move. He returned the favor, bloodshot eyes fixed on his prey. Finally, sensing a moment to strike, the monster let out a monstrous roar and lunged forward, but its paws caught only air — the girl slipped between her opponent's legs, slashing one of them open along the way. The ensuing second roar, this time filled with pain and rage, nearly knocked the swordswoman off her feet, but she managed to keep her balance and hastily retreated away from the beast, which was mercilessly tearing apart everything in its path. However, now wounded and having lost its composure, the monster could no longer keep up with its quarry, growing more and more exhausted with each passing minute of the duel. And finally, catching the moment when the monster's attacks became less frequent, the Kaolian took the initiative herself and, swiftly closing the distance, delivered a finishing blow to the creature. Spraying the girl's face with blood, her opponent collapsed to the ground.
— Airlys! — before the Kaolian could do anything else, a female voice full of concern rang out from behind her back.
— Oh, Ryla, didn't expect to see you here, — the Kaolian smiled, turning toward the approaching female voice.
The answer she received was silence from a pale Ryla, whose eyes were wide with horror. It was hard to say whether what frightened her was the monster lying in the clearing, her acquaintance with a bloodied claymore and a smile on her blood-spattered face, or some combination of all these elements.
— Ah, — Airlys realized, glancing at the lifeless creature, — don't worry about that. Thanks to my efforts, — the swordswoman patted the hilt of her claymore, — he won't be doing anything to you anymore.
— A-airlys, — Ryla spoke, stammering, — w-what's going on here? Why is there a m-monster? A c-claymore?
— Nothing special — just an ordinary rehearsal. Although, — the Kaolian paused in thought, — no, not quite the right term. Simply getting into character. And doing a good deed along the way.
— G-getting into character? — Ryla looked back and forth from Airlys to the monster in confusion.
— Well yes. Reminding myself what it feels like, — the swordswoman nodded.
— B-but you could have been killed, — her interlocutor objected, albeit hesitantly.
— Purely theoretically, — Airlys cast her gaze upon the creature's body with a certain measure of doubt mixed with disdain, — but highly unlikely. Creatures like this aren't all that dangerous if you know how to deal with them. They look menacing, but that's where it ends. In a way, they're actors just like us, — the Kaolian chuckled under her breath, — perhaps "rehearsal" wasn't such an inappropriate term after all. But that's all semantics. So what brings you here?
— R-rehearsal, — Ryla answered timidly, then turned pale again as her gaze shifted to the monster's corpse. — All alone! W-without any of those! I love the forest's... — the girl hesitated, — ...silence and peace.
— But I interrupted your rehearsal with mine, and you decided to check the source of the noise? In that case, please forgive me — I didn't expect anyone else here, — the Kaolian tilted her head slightly as she said the last phrase. — I take it you're no longer in the mood for rehearsals, am I right?
In response, Airlys received silent but very vigorous nodding.
— Excellent! — the swordswoman clapped her hands together with a wide smile. — In that case, I would be most grateful if you'd agree to help me drag this carcass back to town. Originally I intended to settle for just a trophy as proof of work done, but with your help I can also guarantee our troupe a tasty and nutritious dinner.
Whether Ryla's consent came from genuine desire to help or fear of Airlys was unclear, but the answer to the Kaolian's request was another nod — this time timid and uncertain.
***
Despite Ryla's concerns, the acting troupe found what happened in the woods rather amusing, and Airlys' methods became the subject of a number of jokes. Gradually, they drew attention not only from the actors themselves, but also from the Queen's loyal subjects, who recruited the Kaolian into their ranks.
Origin:
Kaoli
F: Beauty +5, agility +5, speed +3, health -40, attack -4.
・Ability to learn magic.
・Elemental Attacks [500]: the character's melee and ranged attacks deal magical damage and cause burn or paralysis for 1 turn. Can be learned twice.
・Wall [1500]: the character can create obstacles on the battlefield. Up to 15 tiles per day. Obstacles have 100 hit points and 25 defense.
・Teleportation [1000]: the character moves to any unoccupied tile within 15 tiles of themselves. Can be used up to five times per day.
Conviction:
Gula
・+90 to health, +2 to charisma, -1 AP, -2 to evasion, -2 to speed.
・Effectiveness of food, drinks, and potions on oneself is doubled.
Attributes:
Attack: 6 (9)
Health: 150 (170)
Defense: 0
Accuracy: 10
Evasion: 13
Speed: 12
Willpower: 11
AP: 4
Charisma: 12
Beauty: 16
Crit: 0%
Event Points: 1
Skills:
Claymore II (1000 experience)
1. No penalty
2. +3 to attack, +20 to health
Attribute Increase (500 experience)
Inventory:
Claymore, Airlys' clothes, money, medallion with a blue rose depicted on it (emblem of the acting troupe), salted pretzels, fruit tea.
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Prologue: The Arven Incident
It was the summer of 3995 according to the Lafrenian calendar: so many years, according to historical records and myths of the inhabitants of this continent, had passed since the exile of man from the underwater kingdom of Mana. For the inhabitants of Aeolia, however, this system of time reckoning had not been of great importance until recently, since in the Aeolian tradition, calendar dates corresponded to the eras of the reigning queens. Thus, for example, today was the "tenth day of the seventh moon of the 8th year of the reign of Celestia Moon." Nevertheless, about two weeks ago, the Triumvirate of Kimiki unanimously decided to completely abandon the use of this system and announced a transition to the Lafrenian calendar. The three states rarely agreed on anything, but this proposal was approved as a matter of course. Even the Federation, which often hindered radical changes within Aeolia, agreed with this proposal, believing that it would simplify logistics between the four states, which in turn would have a positive impact on trade relations and the well-being of citizens of both Aeolia and its neighbors. For the inhabitants of Aeolia, however, this news became another reminder of the difficult situation of their state and the disregard of foreigners for their culture. One of the manifestations of the rejection of what was happening was another recruitment of volunteers into the resistance forces, organized in the Arven Forests. Queen Celestia Moon, who was under house arrest in the halls of her own villa, could not meet the recruits in person, and therefore, as always, this role had to be performed by the commander of the rebels.
“My name is Kiera Rin,” said the unusually tall woman for a Lilyan, as the recruits formed ranks, “due to the unlawful imprisonment of Her Majesty the Queen, I am the de facto leader of our movement, and first and foremost, I want to thank you for your awareness and patriotism in this difficult hour for our land. Be assured that with the efforts of each of you, the day is approaching when we will all be free again. I would also like to ask for your understanding that I had to familiarize myself with the files compiled on you in order to make sure that none of you has any connection with the invading forces, and therefore I already know a lot about you. However, text on paper in no way compares with personal communication, and therefore your first order will be to tell about yourself and your reasons for joining the resistance forces. Be free in your speech, and if anyone has any questions, feel free to ask them of each other or of me.
If anyone else wants to write a quent, they can join the conversation at any time.
It was the summer of 3995 according to the Lafrenian calendar: so many years, according to historical records and myths of the inhabitants of this continent, had passed since the exile of man from the underwater kingdom of Mana. For the inhabitants of Aeolia, however, this system of time reckoning had not been of great importance until recently, since in the Aeolian tradition, calendar dates corresponded to the eras of the reigning queens. Thus, for example, today was the "tenth day of the seventh moon of the 8th year of the reign of Celestia Moon." Nevertheless, about two weeks ago, the Triumvirate of Kimiki unanimously decided to completely abandon the use of this system and announced a transition to the Lafrenian calendar. The three states rarely agreed on anything, but this proposal was approved as a matter of course. Even the Federation, which often hindered radical changes within Aeolia, agreed with this proposal, believing that it would simplify logistics between the four states, which in turn would have a positive impact on trade relations and the well-being of citizens of both Aeolia and its neighbors. For the inhabitants of Aeolia, however, this news became another reminder of the difficult situation of their state and the disregard of foreigners for their culture. One of the manifestations of the rejection of what was happening was another recruitment of volunteers into the resistance forces, organized in the Arven Forests. Queen Celestia Moon, who was under house arrest in the halls of her own villa, could not meet the recruits in person, and therefore, as always, this role had to be performed by the commander of the rebels.
“My name is Kiera Rin,” said the unusually tall woman for a Lilyan, as the recruits formed ranks, “due to the unlawful imprisonment of Her Majesty the Queen, I am the de facto leader of our movement, and first and foremost, I want to thank you for your awareness and patriotism in this difficult hour for our land. Be assured that with the efforts of each of you, the day is approaching when we will all be free again. I would also like to ask for your understanding that I had to familiarize myself with the files compiled on you in order to make sure that none of you has any connection with the invading forces, and therefore I already know a lot about you. However, text on paper in no way compares with personal communication, and therefore your first order will be to tell about yourself and your reasons for joining the resistance forces. Be free in your speech, and if anyone has any questions, feel free to ask them of each other or of me.
If anyone else wants to write a quent, they can join the conversation at any time.
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Coriel was very embarrassed to see a representative of his people, who was also taller than him. He immediately felt his body ready to obey any of her commands. He stepped forward and bowed:
-My name is Coriel Ilk, madam. My life is not remarkable in itself, and for a long time I worked at a sawmill near Kimika. Three years ago, it burned down, and since then I have been trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. After some reflection, I realized that I love my hometown and my country - Kimika and Aeolia - the most. And the best way I can serve them is to help the rightful queen regain her throne. My talents are modest - the blessings of the goddess Mana and the magic of our people - he bowed again - but I hope they will be useful in our struggle.
-My name is Coriel Ilk, madam. My life is not remarkable in itself, and for a long time I worked at a sawmill near Kimika. Three years ago, it burned down, and since then I have been trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. After some reflection, I realized that I love my hometown and my country - Kimika and Aeolia - the most. And the best way I can serve them is to help the rightful queen regain her throne. My talents are modest - the blessings of the goddess Mana and the magic of our people - he bowed again - but I hope they will be useful in our struggle.
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
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“Excellent speech, Coriel,” the commander praised the recruit, placing a gauntleted hand on his head and gently patting it. “The words of a true Lilyan man!”
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- Good day! - Miroliuba greeted the pale-faced woman, then waved to everyone present. - Coriel Ilk, hello! Hello, everyone!
Having finished with this ritual, she introduced herself:
- I'm Mira, from Kirovograd! Although I'm not from here, I'm definitely not a spy! I had a good life at home, but it was too cold. Every day, carrying a coat and hat, trudging through the snow, grimacing at the smoke from the stove... - Mira shook her head. - And also going to church, wearing a heavy dress... I can't stand holodec and okroshka - it makes me shiver... So, I left there, and here I am. I really like it here!
She smiled warmly and waved to everyone again.
- And I'm in the forest because a strange little man in a bar gave me a mysterious note with an address, and it seemed very interesting to me! I hope we become reliable and loyal comrades!
Having finished with this ritual, she introduced herself:
- I'm Mira, from Kirovograd! Although I'm not from here, I'm definitely not a spy! I had a good life at home, but it was too cold. Every day, carrying a coat and hat, trudging through the snow, grimacing at the smoke from the stove... - Mira shook her head. - And also going to church, wearing a heavy dress... I can't stand holodec and okroshka - it makes me shiver... So, I left there, and here I am. I really like it here!
She smiled warmly and waved to everyone again.
- And I'm in the forest because a strange little man in a bar gave me a mysterious note with an address, and it seemed very interesting to me! I hope we become reliable and loyal comrades!
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
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— Welcome to our ranks, Mira from Kirovograd. It’s always a pleasure to see people who have rediscovered their love for Aeonia and sympathy for its current state.
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Milo didn't pay much attention to the Lilyan boy, but the Refitean girl seemed strange and somewhat unpleasant to him. Such open disregard for her own culture – is this a performance for the audience, or does she really feel this way? In any case, it's disgusting. If you think about it, she doesn't hesitate to use Refitean words – it's definitely some kind of joke.
When it was the boy's turn, he proudly stepped forward and awkwardly slapped his chest, as he thought recruits should do in such a situation.
“Milo Goat! Refitean by origin, Aeolian by citizenship for several years now! I do not reject my first homeland and my faith (it may have sounded a bit harsh and with a hint, but the boy was simultaneously excited by the atmosphere and the speech of the previous recruit), but precisely because of this... Precisely because of this, it is my duty to help those who have given me shelter and those who, having been unjustly condemned, need my support! Politics? Disputes between countries? I don't care about them; I am now an Aeolian, and order in the world must be restored from this very place where I am standing now!
When it was the boy's turn, he proudly stepped forward and awkwardly slapped his chest, as he thought recruits should do in such a situation.
“Milo Goat! Refitean by origin, Aeolian by citizenship for several years now! I do not reject my first homeland and my faith (it may have sounded a bit harsh and with a hint, but the boy was simultaneously excited by the atmosphere and the speech of the previous recruit), but precisely because of this... Precisely because of this, it is my duty to help those who have given me shelter and those who, having been unjustly condemned, need my support! Politics? Disputes between countries? I don't care about them; I am now an Aeolian, and order in the world must be restored from this very place where I am standing now!
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“I’m Airlis Ayle,” the koalika introduced herself, following Milo. “My father is a florist, and my mother works at the theater. I traveled around Aeolia for a while as part of an acting troupe, but my talents aren’t limited to that,” the girl nodded lightly towards the claymore hanging on her back. “I’m perfectly capable of defending myself or helping to protect the interests of the crown.” The reason for my presence here is simple and not particularly original – it lies in a sense of duty, love for my homeland, and loyalty to Her Majesty. The rule of the royal family has always been associated with harmony and prosperity for Aeolia, and therefore I immediately responded to the call.”
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"That's very commendable," the commander commented on Milo and Airlis's speeches. "I have no doubt that with such promising recruits, our cause will triumph over the injustice that looms over our country. I believe it would be fair to tell you a little about myself. Like Coriel, I am from Kimika. I served in the royal army from a young age, but to my shame and disappointment, the last war caught Eolia at a time when I was abroad on duty, and therefore I could not provide any assistance to our nation during such a dark time for it. However, I actively fought during the first invasion of Dithlind 20 years ago, and therefore I am well aware of what our enemy is like..." At one point, Kiera's calm tone and expression changed to anger filled with contempt. "In this world, there is nothing easier than turning an oppressed person into an oppressor. All it takes is to put someone who was once thoroughly neglected into a position of power. This is the face of the Republic of Dithlind. I don't think anyone will be surprised by the behavior of this country's soldiers during both wars: they mocked Eolian men, raped women, and killed the elderly and children. Today, all of this is conveniently attributed to the vagaries of war, but the deeper wounds of Eolia are not mentioned. Allow me to ask, have you ever heard of the 'Dithlindian roulette'?" Without waiting for an obvious answer, she continued. "During wartime, this was one of the pastimes of the Dithlindian aristocracy. They would choose one of the captive girls, usually the most physically attractive of all – due to their perverse sense of aesthetics – and tie her to a table, tree, or any other surface, and then place bets and spin a roulette wheel. In the usual version of this game, the winner receives a cash prize, but in Dithlindian roulette, the rules were slightly different. Each number on the roulette wheel corresponded to a specific part of the body of the nominee chosen by the person placing the bet, and when the ball stopped, the executioner would cut off the "winning" part of the captive's body to the excited applause of the assembled participants. One might think that with the fall of the aristocracy, all this barbarism would be forgotten, but rumors have it that even during the last war, some of the Dithlindian detachments practiced this kind of "entertainment," albeit instead of the extravagant inventory of the aristocracy, they used simple dice..." Kiera told her story in a steady tone, but it was clear that her mind was not entirely clear at the moment; she had uneven breathing, etc. Finally, she pulled herself together. "What I want to say is... Twenty years is a very short time; people don't change that easily, and even less so their culture. Those who were barbarians will remain so, regardless of the political system and the chosen ideology. The same applies to our neighbors to the north and east: some have blindly come to believe in the chosenness of their rulers by God, while others can only count money, which means we can only rely on ourselves."
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"Mana, save and protect us, sinners," thought Coriel and made the sign of the cross – "what indescribable horror."
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"I'll tell you about this father figure later, and he will crush these villains to smithereens."
- Down with the Barbarians!
- Down with the Barbarians!
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.