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I've already written a lot of quests throughout the game's history.

I strike the Mentalist with an axe.

Moriner, or something like that...

yes

Grey rainy days were typical for that area of Refiteia where the monastery was located. In the last week, however, everything had been even worse than usual, as if Mana had decided to plunge the entire region into an abyss, returning people to where they had once emerged by some misunderstanding. Perhaps they thought they'd find a drier and more comfortable spot, but it didn't work out...
Or maybe it was a sign, and nature was weeping over something. But a novice named Varya did not think about that — there were too many worries. Recently their cardinal Vasily had left, taking with him all the novices old enough to participate in the sacred mission, while the vicar, several monks, a few younger children, and Varya remained here. Perhaps Varya could have asked to join the journey, not so much because she was interested in this "mission," but rather due to her reluctance to sit within these walls, nor did she want to look after the whole household and the children almost single-handedly. Alas, a foot twisted at the wrong moment on the temple steps put an end to those plans.

Today, in this dreary time, Varya happened to overhear a conversation between two guests of the monastery, a man and a woman, and the vicar.
— No, no, that's impossible! Where have you been all this time, mother? We fed her, raised her, taught her everything, and now you come, you see, wanting everything handed to you on a platter? Your daughter has already dedicated her life to Dante, so she is not going anywhere with you, that is im-pos-si-ble.
Apparently, the argument had been going on for some time. Varya stepped closer:
— Hello. Can I help?
The sight of the girl approaching from behind the seated guests somehow unsettled them and seemed to startle them a little (though such things happened often for reasons unclear to Varya, especially lately). The vicar also flinched barely noticeably, then quickly continued.
— Speak of the devil. No, just take a look — while you were off gallivanting across various countries, see how we've nurtured her? And you want to take her away from our glorious society, shame on you, tsk-tsk-tsk...
— Is this her? — the woman asked. — Dear, is your name Varya?
— Yes...
The woman rose from her chair, studying the novice intently. A couple of seconds later, the man followed suit.
— What a pretty thing you are! Sweetheart, I'm your mother...
— Pfft, — snorted the vicar, as if hinting that this word poorly reflected the essence of the matter. — You know, Varvara, why don't you go along now...
— Wait, — interjected the man, who had been silent all this time. — Won't you at least let us talk to our daughter?
At this point Varya slipped somewhat into a daze and stopped listening. Of course, like any child, in her youth she had dreamed a lot about having real parents appear, or at least adoptive ones, so she could live as she pleased, without all those hours-long prayers, constant labor, constant willpower training, always surrounded by a bunch of other children... However, all those dreams had been abandoned long ago, and now, so suddenly... And these people say they are her real parents? Like, actually them?
— Let's ask her herself! Varya, what do you think, do you want these people here to take you in? — came the vicar's question.
— Dear, we understand this might be unexpected...
— Mother! — the monk waved his hand at her. — Varya, well, your answer? You're not going to abandon your home cloister, are you?
It was clear what answer the vicar wanted, smiling confidently and authoritatively before his charge. The girl shifted her gaze between him and these newcomers, afraid to utter a single sound. Throughout her entire life, she had never been able to say "no" to the people who raised her. Obviously, she was dependent on them and owed them everything. Obviously, disobedience was always severely condemned. Besides, she couldn't say she immediately liked the guests. The woman seemed kind enough, but foolish. And the man... A foreigner, that was plain to see. His alienness was somewhat off-putting.
And yet...
And yet...
— I would like to go with my parents, Your Holiness. Please... Let me go.
The vicar nodded his head in surprise.
— Ungrateful wretch! You know, I always sensed in you that among all the novices you were the most sinful and unworthy, and Father Vasily agreed with me. Tsk-tsk-tsk, saying such a thing, aren't you ashamed? And who ever said you'd be released? Do you know how hard all this was for us? — he turned to his guests, gesturing at Varya. — Who will work in her place, perhaps you?
The man pleadingly extended an envelope to the vicar, which was promptly opened, and the clergyman peered inside.
— Eh. Well, you know! — he feigned hesitation on his face. — Only because I like you, clearly god-fearing people, I'll meet you halfway!

***

— Well, here we live, dear daughter, we've arrived... We live cramped, but better cramped than resentful, right?
— Mdemz, how my back aches, — this remark came from the father of the newly formed small family, who throughout the entire road to Akki had not tired of grumbling about a great many things, whether at the vicar with that order and their ways, at the weather, at his health, or at Refiteian politics. Wait a moment, did I say "small family"? Barely had the three entered the house when they were met by a whole horde of children, five of them, running, making noise, shouting... Tellingly, the mother's friend who had been left to watch the kids promptly retreated.
Varya was afraid of children. There had been a fair number of them at the cloister too, and she'd had to look after them, but at least they were more disciplined there. Here though — the girl had to stand still for several minutes, as if paralyzed, afraid of stepping on some random runner. Meanwhile, Papa went off to rest, and Mama bustled about in the kitchen.
One of the youngest children hopped up to Varya:
— Who are you, are you our cousin?
— No... I am your sister. My name is Varya. How old are you?
— But Mom said... Mom said you're our cousin! And that stupid mom's sistel abandonded you... And she also said we should call you sistel... There...
A few seconds of silence from Varya, though unnoticed amid the general noise and merriment.
— I see. Mother, may I go outside for a walk?! — she called toward the kitchen, and upon receiving permission, immediately stepped out onto the street.
The sun shone gently over the Sakumorian land.
Student data:

Akki/Refiteia (F)
+1 attack, +1 accuracy, +1 will
・Reading books is more effective than usual.
・-15% cost for learning checkers, pistol, and rifle.
The character was raised by the Society; +5 will, combat characteristics against demons increased.
Retribution for deeds in a past life. Any activity is less effective.

Medical examination:

+2 evasion, +1 speed, +2 intellect
Date of birth
15.02.3980
Height
191 cm (attack +4, health +30, accuracy -2, evasion -2, speed -2, AP +1)
Blood type
II: air element, +1 speed
Vision
Normal: -
Chest size per NAILS classification
Category III: +1 attack, +20 health, +1 accuracy, -2 evasion, -1 speed
Final parameters
Attack: 16
Health: 150
Defense: 0
Accuracy: 10
Evasion: 8
Speed: 9
Will: 16
Intellect: 12
AP: 3
Crit: 0%
Event points: 1

Personal bag

A teddy bear worn down by life
Book "A Woman's Lot. Part 1. How to Catch Up With and Stop a Horse at Full Gallop." (author Velikrasov S.A.)
Clothing
Money

Test answers

Based on the artwork, it doesn't seem to be the third one.

So, should I decide on the class for you myself?

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Alex Plesen Loken Arandor Heroist
Should I start after you?

one of the reasons not to choose Sakuran

one of the reasons not to take Sakuran

Maybe that's the whole point of Sakuran: so that when you eat fish, you don't have parasites.

Vari's answers to the written exam

How will you act and why?

a)
It's hard for me to imagine being well-received in a demon village. A warm welcome is likely nothing more than a trick, or even evil spells, and my head is already in the power of one of the demons. So, I will follow the instructions of the hunters' leader.
"It's surprising that I got such a question first."

Will you be able to determine the sequence of events and name those responsible?

"Of course."
Nicholas — some kind of thief or robber, broke into the house but was caught. Panicked, he shot someone hoping to escape, but underestimated the owners.
Naoel Kori — got into bad company by mistake. Apparently used magic against the guards, but is inexperienced and didn't achieve much, then repented.
Vaifova Voynolyuba — her situation is similar. Maybe she shot Nicholas.
Ilkel Kori — did nothing. I think he's just a pushover.
Aylis Air — killed two guards.
Guk — probably tried to dissuade his friends from attacking the guards and couldn't bear the shame.
Rusha Riabso — victim.
Rulka — participated in the beating of the guards.
Panz Lerigor — clear instigator; if a person's tongue is that foul, their mind is likely worse. Probably urged them to kill the guards, or perhaps attacked first. If he is the one who killed Tavel Kori in the forest and feared the guards would find out, then he is definitely the most guilty.
Themis — might have participated in the beating of the guards, might not have.
Tifa Lit — also could have participated in the fight, then escaped through some secret passage before being caught.

The violators offer to part in peace, your actions?

There is much I dislike about this story, although the presence of the mayor's son among the violators gives me pause.
I will part in peace.

How will you act?

If allowed, I will be among the first to approach, as it is a great honor.
"And also, perhaps I'll be praised one more time, it's not bad."

The fate of this man and his companions is in your (or rather, the group of riders accompanying you) hands; how will you act and why?

So someone from the group insults me, and the others just stand and watch? Of course, I'll arrest everyone. From the foreigners — a written apology, but as for the insolent one himself, he belongs in the Dungeon; if not for a year, then for several months, otherwise he's unlikely to learn his lesson.

Which faction's goals are closest to you (you may determine your own social status in this society)?

a) The Empress's faction.
In any case, it's dangerous to join anyone other than the legitimate Empress. But if the Empress also cares for her subjects in the way described in the question, then my zeal will be twice as strong.
The other factions look like some kind of troublemakers... except for the traditionalists and the wizards.
It is unclear to me why the minority faction did not join the Empress's faction.

Will you taste them?

I will trust my friends, if among them are those who can detect poison or evil spells. Otherwise, I will not taste.

What, in your opinion, are the pros and cons of being tall or short and having a large or small chest? What role do these physical characteristics play in our society and on the battlefield?

I don't know what the pros of being short could be. Of course, short people are more nimble, but I'm always afraid of tripping over them. The only downside to being tall is that some houses have low doors.
Regarding the chest, small is slightly more convenient in life, but large is more beautiful.
"Wait, a man will be checking the answers? That's strange then."
I haven't lived in society long enough to answer the question about it, but on the battlefield, tall and sturdy girls are, frankly, stronger. Small and thin ones are good at dodging.

State your thoughts on Sakuramoria.

I haven't lived in this country long, but I like it. People here are smiling and happy, and are not constrained by too many prohibitions.

What are your expectations for the time spent at NAILS?

I would like to receive a good education in the martial path and succeed so that my talents are appreciated.
"And so that I don't have to work a regular job; that's boring."

So, should I decide which class is best for you myself?

My choice (in order from best to worst)

Vallota Siege 5/5
Altino Tite 4/5
Thymian Chaber 3/5
Laurence Hatiora 2/5
Carvia Imas 1/5

Karvia Imas 1/5

When the GM hurt the players' feelings with his love for idols.

I'll go to Lorka or Titus (just found out he's a guy), because I completely changed my build and priorities...

Vallota Sidge 5/5
Altino Tit 4/5
Thymian Chaber 3/5
Laurence Hatiora 2/5
Carvia Imas 1/5

^

Where are you planning to settle, Ment?

Alright, let's go to 203, to Yukka. Hopefully, it will be a good place.
(And the ceilings are usually higher on the lower floors).