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-- Phew, ah, -- the guy sighed. -- It was tough, -- those were his first words. "I almost got flattened." Milo tried to help his rivals get up and thank them, especially those who stabbed or shot him with a sword/bullet.
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— You have potential, — Kiera finally commented, finishing providing medical assistance to the participants of the Competitive event, — you just need to unlock it. Airlis, you will be the leader of this squad. Your first task will be to go to the city and find Mukus Mun there, one of the queen's consorts; he lives in the Temple of Superbia and will guide your actions from now on. Milo, and this is for you, — Kiera hands the guy a black talisman with a white skull and two white circles around it, — you did well. If you have no questions, then go ahead.

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Even though it was just a training exercise, this was the first time for Ayrlis to face an opponent armed with firearms. Until then, she had only dealt with monsters that harassed people and engaged in sword sparring. Therefore, she had to rely more on her own assumptions than on any existing experience. As a result, the main successes of the Koaliki in the Competitive event were that she managed to close the distance with her opponent and go on the offensive. However, this was not enough, and Milo emerged victorious from their duel. When the Competitive event was over, the Koaliki congratulated her opponent on his victory and thanked him for the duel.
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— You have potential,” Kiera finally commented, finishing providing medical assistance to the participants of the Competitive event, “you just need to unlock it. Ayrlis, you will be the leader of this squad. Your first task will be to go to the city and find Mukus Mun there, one of the queen's consorts, who lives in the Temple of Superbia and will henceforth guide your actions. Milo, this is for you,” Kiera hands the guy a black talisman with a white skull and two white circles around it, “you did well. If you have no questions, then go ahead.
The Koaliki was not entirely sure why Kiera chose her. Most likely, the reason was Ayrlis's experience working in a well-coordinated team, but she did not bother Kiera with questions. She clearly knew more about this than she did.
— Thank you for the honor,” the girl said quietly.
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My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
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Tao Kug



Conviction: Ira
Origin: Eastern Federation

Attributes
Attack: 10+3-1
Health: 100+30
Defense: 0
Accuracy: 10+2+2
Evasion: 10
Speed: 10+2+3
Will: 10-5
AP: 3+1
Charisma: 10+3
Beauty: 10+1
Crit: 0%
Event Points: 1

Weapon Specialties:
Katar III

Experience: 1500-500*3-20%=300

Inventory:
Katar
Unassuming Cloak
Savings
Hardtack
Shattered Medallion from Home

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This land is lonely and long abandoned by the almighty Creators. Filled with the bleak sorrow of forgotten ancestral tales, forever bound in the icy silence of a deathly slumber. The sea breathes oblivion, its dull tides crashing against the black stones of the rocky coast, as if the mythical Mana and Dante clashed in opposition, never able to divide the natural elements of the universe. But with the passage of merciless time, even the fiery dance of water and stone lost its vibrant colors, involuntarily succumbing to a hopeless truce of decay and gloom. A gray rainy shroud enveloped the faceless mountain ranges, binding the desolate wooded groves nestled at their feet in eternal fog. The rare, muffled cries of forest creatures tear through the icy veil of sorrowful sleep with an alien, grating echo.
Tao can hardly believe that his homeland once breathed with life: waters teeming with fish frolicked merrily among rainbow reefs, high snowy peaks sparkled in eternal sunlight, and melodies of tribal tunes gently flowed in cozy, neatly decorated gardens. But then, as some said, a rich lord took a liking to the cozy natural bay that fed this humble settlement; others claimed that a mysterious demon-dragon, flying over the great mountains, melted the eternal glaciers with its hellish flame; still others insisted that the cause was a curse placed by a drowned girl who had been violated by the elder's sons. All that remained etched in the dark depths of Tao's own memory were soldiers in beautifully ornate armor, but he himself long ago ceased to know how genuine those childhood memories were.
Tao knows another thing well: rain, dampness, cold, hunger, death. But Tao also knows light: for he has a best friend. Since childhood, the two of them have been breaking through against the entire hostile world towards the cloudless peaks of the giant mountains, just to catch a glimpse of the pure blue sky. Along the tangled path of naive dreams and harsh life realities, they walk the martial path of chosen Ira, eradicating injustice with the symbol of a Roman sword and dispelling the dark fog over the heads of other orphaned children of the eastern archipelago.
Tao sympathizes with the sad story of Eolia's fall, which is in some ways certainly reminiscent of his own destroyed homeland. As a peacekeeping squad on behalf of the Federation, he and his best friend head into the frontline lair of bloodthirsty beasts ravaging an innocent, doomed country. Tao is convinced that their path will inevitably lead to the establishment of an unbreakable peace and bring long-awaited prosperity to Eolia. Shortly before the end of the battles, their squad is ambushed, and Tao, having sustained a serious wound, is sidelined for a long time.

Tao again treads on the cold, stony sand, a boundless gray plain skirting the desolate black coast. The quiet murmur of the waves increasingly yields to the growing drone of the autumn rain. Heavy drops, with weighty impacts, bend the sparse, tattered leaves of stubborn plants; bold gusts of storm wind snap the withered branches of dead trees. The black sea mass foams under the blows of the escalating elements; enraged waves spew streams of dirty foam at the warrior's feet. Tao never wished to return to this grave-like land again, but his soul and mind demanded a final meeting with past dreams and bitter disappointments.
The meager rays of the pale sun hide behind the silent peaks of the western mountains, casting a faded shadow with their last glimmers onto the silhouette of another warrior. This man, like a motionless statue, stood waiting for Tao on a tiny sandy isthmus surrounded by the agitated sea. Without delay, Tao also steps onto the thin gray path, barely visible in the approaching rainy twilight. The air becomes unbearably heavy and literally charged with electricity, filling the tense atmosphere with the rumbles of the approaching storm. With each step, the silhouette of the other warrior grows larger, until their blurred reflections merge into one in the seething veil of sea waters.
"And I thought our last meeting would be like a friendly duel." — a painfully familiar voice pierces Tao's soul, as if drowning out all other echoes of the storm. A flash of light glints off the blade of his Roman sword, but Tao still does not hear the thunderclaps.
"My sword shattered eight years ago." — Tao replies.
After his wound, he never managed to regain his former form, and besides, he could no longer contain the inner revulsion caused by this once-valiant weapon of the goddess of martial arts. For four long years he trained in a new skill, somehow subconsciously completely losing the old one. During this time, Tao continued his pursuit of the traitor who had destroyed their squad, though he had always known perfectly well where he should find him.
"Do you plan to fight with this toothpick, my friend?" — asks his former comrade with bitter disappointment, obviously craving a more spectacular battle.
Tao knows that he was inferior to his friend even before, and in his current state, he has even less of a chance in a fight against him. However, he also knows that the healers have given him no more than ten years before his body finally refuses to obey his will. Instead of the suffering of a useless cripple, a warrior's death worthy of him on the battlefield, in a battle for vengeance and justice, at the hands of his only comrade — what else could an outcast like him hope for?
"But why did you betray us?" — the question, involuntarily tearing itself free, one that had tormented Tao's mind all these years.
"You understand perfectly well yourself." — a clear voice rings out in his mind without delay. "You remember all those boastful declarations from Federation officials, and then the military concerts, the loud celebrations and parades on Peace Day, but what in reality? A trio of usurpers celebrates a triumph over a tormented, mutilated country, and you and I were accomplices at that bloody feast of vultures!"
Previously so surprisingly clear, the echoes of the speaker's desperate shouts now fade in the growing peals of thunder. In the white lightning bolts piercing the water, the reflection of his furious eyes burns with a fiery blaze.
"Even the Federation is no better than the rest!" — he continues relentlessly. "In this godforsaken world, there are no more valiant people, valiant nations, valiant countries. Do you remember how we swore not to let anyone else suffer the fate of our village? So why didn't we perish along with the brave defenders of Eolia?"
Tao doesn't know what to say, and doesn't want to answer this pointless monologue. Whether his friend is right or not, it doesn't justify the vile betrayal. No matter how bitter, filled with the pain of mistakes and remorse, the path may be, a true warrior is destined to follow the will of his decision to the very end.
Again lightning flashed, the grim walls of sea waves soared upward, seething cold currents flooded the sandy islet, and with the first thunderous blows of the celestial chariot, the two comrades simultaneously rushed towards each other, raising their deadly blades for the final attack.

The harsh veil of dark clouds dispersed, but was replaced only by dense clumps of a gray, misty film. The sandy shore, battered by the weather, was even more littered with dirty black boulders thrown up by the fury of the elements from the very seabed. It brightened slightly, but the thickened milky fog only added a new, devastating gloom to the surroundings. The abandoned cove seemed to sink again into its restless, suffocating slumber.
Tao's shirt was soaked through with freshly spilled blood. Painfully moving his legs, growing heavy and sinking into the wet sand, he barely managed to drag himself onto the rocky shore, where he finally gave vent to the rage burning his heart.
His friend had betrayed their squad, betrayed the ideals of their martial valor, and now had betrayed his own fate as well, yielding to him in a deadly duel and allowing himself to be killed. His friend had deprived the Federation of a worthy warrior, deprived him himself of a worthy death, deprived Ira of a worthy servant, deprived Eolia of a worthy defender.
A new wave washed his comrade's Roman sword ashore. Mechanically picking up the weapon, Tao strode quickly towards a rocky elevation overgrown with low, thorny bushes, beyond which an old, half-dead grove lay. In a rage, he slashed at the innocent foliage, left deep dents in the thick tree trunks, uprooted bushes, and mowed down the sparse young shoots. Dropping the sword, he bent down to pick it up and discovered with astonishment that the weapon's blade was broken exactly as his own Roman sword had once been. In a fit of helpless despair, Tao began snapping the sharp branches, scratching his hands, shoulders, and face. And then from the depths of his mutilated body tore a cry of pain and rage, which with an ugly echo proclaimed the surroundings hidden in eternal slumber, sending a flock of frightened birds into the gray sky.

Tao knows that his service to the Federation is long over, and his fate is of no interest to anyone. He knows that he actually died in that fateful thunderstorm, or maybe eight years ago, or maybe in childhood, when their village was raided by unknown villains. Military honor does not allow him to shamefully take his own life, nor does it allow him to sink into the darkness of despondency and melancholy. Tao is certain only that his attitude towards the fate of Eolia has not changed in the slightest over these years. And even if his own path has already come to an end, the path of his friend, who so shamefully rejected his own duty despite his strength and skill, must still continue. Therefore, Tao will step onto the path of his comrade, whose name has been forever erased from his memory, and will fight for him and for Eolia — for everyone whose home has been defiled.

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Having made sure that the recruits understood the instructions they had received, Kiera Rin quickly left, and her silhouette smoothly dissolved into the dense forest that obscured the view of the curious quartet. After that, the group headed towards the city. Arven was a very small, but quite cozy town. There was a compact, beautiful town square, neatly paved stone paths, attractive-looking houses, and magnificent gardens, in the middle of which stood the breathtaking Temple of Superbia. Apparently, there was no large-scale agricultural or any other production in this city, but some of the residents were definitely engaged in some crafts and carried out some trade. For example, one of the most prestigious shops was, according to the sign, "Zamias' Delights", a store of various accessories. However, there was no inn in Arven, which indicated that guests were a rare occurrence here. The Villa of Celestia was guarded by foreign soldiers, so approaching it was obviously not the wisest thing to do. In general, it was probably good to live here, but there were not so many interesting activities for a tourist.

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I'll introduce the Heroist when you get to Mukus.

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“Well then,” Airlys said, as the outlines of Arven appeared on the horizon, turning to her new companions, “upon arriving in the city, I suggest we immediately visit the Temple of Superbia. And I think we’ll still have time to wander around the city and admire the local sights.”
Let’s go to Mukus.
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City.
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
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Ashur Osbair



This journey seemed endlessly long. The sun, peeking out from behind the clouds, cast its rays on a lone carriage, bouncing along the ruts of the old road, and illuminated the face of a middle-aged man sitting inside, holding a rather crumpled letter – he had reread it several times during the journey.
"Esteemed Mr. Osbair!

As you already know, with the permission of the Parliament of the Eastern Federation, the council of the Riki trading guild has decided to send a specialist in trade matters to Aeolia. Our goal is to establish friendly relations between Aeolia and the Federation by establishing trade ties, as well as to restore the well-being of the people of Aeolia after the military and political upheavals, which will ultimately help bring Aeolia to the status of an allied independent kingdom.

Your task is to assist and help the inhabitants of Aeolia who disagree with the ambitions of Ditlind and Refitea, in accordance with your skills. Remember that direct opposition to the current authorities by a representative of the Federation and our guild is not permissible, given our participation in the Trivium, however, it is recommended to pay attention to initiatives related to the exiled queen – according to available information, she still enjoys broad popular support.

As confirmation of your good intentions and competence, you will also receive a letter with our recommendations. This will help you ensure cooperation with allies. This letter with instructions should be memorized and destroyed.

We express our deep gratitude on behalf of the entire guild for your willingness to take on this responsible task and place great hopes in you.

With best wishes,
The Council of the Riki Trading Guild."

The formal tone of the letter did not reflect the urgency of the assignment at all. He barely had time to pack and write a note to his son to cover for him at the shop. It seems that the Federation has begun decisive actions to assert its position regarding the fate of Aeolia. Ashur had no doubt for a second that this mission was dictated by the Parliament, and he only wondered how many more government agents had been sent to neighboring territories.

The coachman stopped the carriage. Arven, a small town near the capital – it was here that he was to begin searching for allies.
“Looks like our adventure begins, doesn’t it, Ramon?”
A miniature dwarf raccoon, sitting on his shoulder, responded with a strange, grunting sound. Considering the strange creature's response to be affirmative enough, the man stepped down into the land of his destination. The wind scattered scraps of the letter with the details of the assignment behind him.

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Eastern Federation
-1 to attack, +3 to charisma, +1 to beauty, +2 to speed.
-20% to the cost of learning dagger, blowgun, and bola.

Affinity:
Avaritia
・Charisma +3, speed +2.
・+100 chimera.

Stats:
Attack: 9
Health: 100
Defense: 0
Accuracy: 10
Evasion: 10
Speed: 14
Will: 10
OD: 3
Charisma: 16
Beauty: 11
Crit: 0%
Event Points: 1

Skills:
・Trade [1000]. -(charisma)% to the cost of goods (but not services). In combination with the same Avaritia skill, it converts into the Superbia family value.
・Sales [500]. +(charisma)% to the value of sold items (initially 20%).

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Dagger, bola, ring of the Federation trading guild, richly embroidered clothing, money, letter of recommendation from the Federation trading guild (sealed), miniature dwarf raccoon Ramon (pet).
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                                                         Jürgen Köhler

*Somewhere in the woods on the road to Arven*

- So what was I saying? Ah yes, of course I'm against what's happening and want to help the local population, because that would be right. Before, I didn't think much about such things, but after meeting her, a lot has changed — she told me about various events taking place here and in the world. And honestly, I don't really have anywhere else to go now anyway, so at least I can put my combat talents to good use. It's a shame we're not doing this together, but if she happens to be watching us, I think she'd be glad of my decision to stick with our goal.
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- Yes, it's precisely because of her that I ended up here and decided to join. But don't you dare call me impressionable or weak-willed, or make jokes about it, or I'll punch you. I make my own decisions. Just recently I ran into some joker who doubted that, and I proved him wrong. Now he probably only eats porridge and soups, heh-heh-heh.
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- Speaking of food. Want a bite to eat? I can treat you to some sausage — I've got exactly two left. Not much, I know, but enough to hold out until lunch. I hope they cook well here and there are enough meat dishes, like back home. These sausages were made by a Ditlind recipe, actually I made them myself, though from wild boar meat, and I didn't have some of the seasonings on hand, plus for casing I had to use... Wait a minute, do you even know how they're made? I can tell you, if you want.
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- Actually, better not — otherwise I'll get even hungrier, and who knows when lunch will be. Still, it's worth mentioning that boar meat isn't very suitable for this business. Especially if you're not a very good hunter. I have a story about that. Besides the boar, it features acorns, torn pants, feces of two kinds, sewing supplies, and my comrade named Klaus.  
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- The main thing in such stories is to learn from experience — and if you ever encounter an aggressive boar, don't try to pretend you're a big boulder, even if you're wearing gray clothes. In the wilderness, you generally can't let your guard down, and you need to always stay alert. By the way, do you know where these scars came from? — the warrior points at his face.
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- Yeah, neither do I. Once I just fell asleep in the forest, and when I woke up, they were already there. I don't know who left them — maybe another boar, or birds, or some squirrel that mistook my face for a big hairy nut. Lucky it didn't get to the other nuts, heh-heh-heh. 
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- And yeah, let's grab a bite after all, because talking about food only made me hungrier. By the way, what's your name?

Persuasion: Ira
Origin: Ditlind

Attributes
Attack: 16
Health: 130
Defense: 0
Accuracy: 12
Evasion: 10
Speed: 12
Willpower: 5
AP: 4
Charisma: 10
Beauty: 10
Crit: 0%
Event Points: 1

Weapon Specializations:
- Flail Level 1 [400]
- Resistance [1000]. Final damage from ranged attacks against the character is halved.

Inventory:
Triple flail, chainmail (+arms-legs), shield, red doublet (in honor of Ira), green cloak, thigh pouch, bola, camping-sleeping gear, dried pork knuckle, money.
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The first thing that greeted the travelers in the goddess of pride's chambers was her magnificent statue, made of marble and reaching almost to the ceiling. Bathed in the light of a colorful stained-glass window behind her and her majestic wings, it created a truly mystical impression. In the right hand of the motionless statue of Superbia lay a sword inscribed with runes, and in her left, a quill. To the right of her was a door leading to the cells, while to the left was the chamber of humility – a place where Superbia's followers and other believers of the Pantheon of Seven came to repent for the sins they had committed against their honor and dignity. Not far from the statue were benches where four people were sitting: a Lilim beckoning those who entered with a wave of his hand, and three human men in his company.

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Deciding not to make the Lily-born wait, Airlis postponed examining the stained-glass window.
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Milo didn't feel very comfortable in such places, so he simply followed the commander on autopilot, without paying much attention to his surroundings.
 

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Warmly greeting the new acquaintances, the man introduced himself as Mukus Moon and led both groups into the cells, where they all settled in a room that was somewhat cramped for such a large group. One group consisted of candidates approved by Kyra Rin, while the second, which included Tao Kug, Ashur Osbair, and Jürgen Köhler, had been approved by Mukus himself (you can come up with the circumstances under which this happened). 
— You will be working together for a long time, and therefore I hope that you will find a common language with each other. Ayrlis will be the commander – Kyra rarely makes mistakes about people. If you are curious about the reason for our meeting in the halls of this Temple, it is because the territory belonging to the clergy of the Seven does not fall under the jurisdiction of sovereign states, and therefore, as long as the priestess of this Temple allows it, we can be sure that we will not face outside interference. However, I cannot guarantee that this will always be the case – for example, a week ago, the Temple of Luxuria in the city of Arcan, located on the northern border with Refetia, was closed for "corrupting the moral qualities of society and infringing on the dignity of its members," whatever that means," the elf spread his hands, expressing his frustration, "in other words, no one knows what to expect in the future, including the near future, so be vigilant. 
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I wander around with the others.
Where do we go?
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