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The capital of the kingdom of Cela-Mira was founded on the very spot where the goddess Ceraria Aldartha personally executed the High Hierophant of ancient Aldrik. Some books from those times claim that the Empress of the Source forced Keran Saldor to drink her divine poison, after which he burst into emerald flames and scattered in the wind as dust. Others say that the goddess crushed the hierophant's skull with her foot. However it happened, it was after Keran's death that Ceraria announced the creation of the kingdom and the beginning of the construction of its capital – Cela-Mira. Over time, the capital began to be simply called the capital, in order to avoid confusion with the name of the kingdom itself and the name of the supreme priestess, a mysterious figure who has ruled the Great Cathedral of Ceraria since those ancient times.

The Royal Capital of Cela-Mira is a large city, divided into nine districts, or rather, neighborhoods, if we use the designations of the Empire of the Seven Stars. It stands on the underground river of the Eternal Shadow, and the Southern Shore provides the capital with a constant supply of everything it needs. In terms of luxury and grandeur, Cela-Mira is second only to Alaria, the capital of the Dorian Academy, and the incomparable Ammantur, whose level of development surpasses anyone else on Telara.

Among the most notable places in the royal capital are the citadel-palace of King Mergair, the Great Cathedral of Ceraria, the Cela-Mira Academy, the Museum of Divine History, the citadel of the capital guard, the Academy of Beauty of Body and Manners, the Academy of Noble Arts, the College of Brilliant Minds, the United Library of the Kingdom of Cela-Mira, and the Park of Harmony and Grace.

Cela-Mira is a city of opportunities. It is beautiful and cruel. All sides of the conflict in the kingdom crave its forbidden fruit. It is equally a model of security and a threat. The Royal Capital is a playing field for powerful players. It does not forgive mistakes.

Headquarters (0 OD)

A place where you can always relax peacefully. If, of course, you have the opportunity to get there... and if you even have a headquarters.

Royal Palace District (1 OD)

1) Throne Room (1 OD)
2) Secret Guard (1 OD)
3) Ministry Reception (1 OD)
4) Volder's Embassy (1 OD)
5) ?

Great Cathedral of Ceraria District (1 OD)

1) Hall of Petition (1 OD)
2) Hall of Purification (1 OD)

Cela-Mira Academy District (1 OD)

1) Academy Reception (1 OD)
2) The Most Excellent Bath for Restoring Body, Mind, and Spirit (2 OD)
3) ?

District of Selar's Mercy (1 OD)

1) Citadel of the Capital Guard (1 OD)
2) Embassy of the Emerald Isles (1 OD)
3) Branch of the House of Pink Flowers (1 OD)
4) Stronghold of the Merfert Clan (1 OD)
5) Stronghold of the Walden Clan (1 OD)
6) Editorial Office of the "Divine Herald" (1 OD)
7) Center for Supervision of Cetres (1 OD)
8) Suspicious Alley (1 OD) Available: Yuventius Amm.
9) The Depraved Festival of Scarlet Flame (all current OD)
10) ?

District of the Unseen Mist (1 OD)

1) ?
2) ?
3) ?
4) ?
5) ?
6) ?
7) ?

District of Manners and Knowledge (1 OD)

1) Academy of Beauty of Body and Manners (1 OD)
2) Academy of Noble Arts (1 OD)
3) United Library of the Kingdom of Cela-Mira (2 OD)
4) Museum of Divine History (4 OD)
5) College of Brilliant Minds (1 OD)
6) College of Military Craft (1 OD)
7) ?
8) ?

District of Labor and Creation (1 OD)

1) ?
2) ?
3) ?
4) ?

District of Strict Calculation (1 OD)

1) Noren's Pawn Shop (1 OD)
2) "Absolute" (1 OD)
3) "Steel and Leather" (1 OD)
4) "Grace and Nobility" (1 OD)
5) Trading Center of the Cela-Mira Academy (1 OD)
6) "Knowledge is Power!" (1 OD)
7) "The Secret Ingredient" (1 OD)
8) Restaurant "The True Empress" (2 OD)
9) Retiran Clan Shop (1 OD)
10) "The Darkest Bond" (1 OD)
11) Tavern "Blood and Flesh" (2 OD) Available: Harold Skufinson.
12) ?
13) ?
14) ?
15) ?

District of the Park of Harmony and Grace (1 OD)

1) Limitless expanse of freedom of body and mind (all current OD)

Rules of movement around the capital: we spend 1 OD to move to a district, then we pay for a specific destination. It is also possible to simply move to a district, but this will be just an attempt to roll a random event. When moving to a specific location, it may also occur. First, you need to open the question marks. Entering the headquarters does not require OD, but it spends it for the transition from the Headquarters... even if the Headquarters and the destination are the same place.

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well, then I'll just wander around for now – maybe I'll see something.

if nothing happens, then => go to the Stronghold (if it's not the same location I came from; if it is, then go to the editorial office).

Derevos leaves the Citadel of the Capital Guard and sets out to do what guards of order do best: patrol. Usually, the days in the vicinity of the Shrine of Selara pass peacefully and quietly, but this time something went wrong... Our brave guard barely manages to move away from his workplace when something hideous catches his eye. Even more hideous than the criminals who have become his headache in recent weeks. If you throw the Kaishi into the worst conditions, they will never degrade to the level that this incomprehensible creature possesses. Derevos, himself a fine man in excellent physical shape, and, most importantly, the happy owner of truly heroic whiskers, could hardly look at the one he met without disgust. However, the guard didn't have much time to think about it, as the creature immediately attacked, waving a dirty bowl like an improvised weapon. Only one broken word with a strange accent came from its mouth: – I will kill you!

This insane attack would hardly have caused Derevos any harm, but in the end, it didn't even hit its target, because from somewhere near the huge silhouette of the Great Cathedral of Ceraria, a spear flew through the air with a whistle and pierced the creature through and through. A scream of terrible pain rang out. The creature's skin burst, the flesh slid off the bones, and the barely discernible veins flared up with green flame. After a couple of moments, only a handful of ashes remained of the monster. And the spear turned around in the air and flew in the opposite direction, leaving Derevos and other witnesses to savor what had happened. And there was something to savor, because in this strange weapon, it was easy to recognize the Sacred Spear of Ceraria, which she herself wielded. On one of the upper balconies of the Great Cathedral, a truly tense atmosphere reigned. Several still quite young priestesses shivered timidly, while those who had served the Empress of the Source for a longer time simply stood with grim expressions on their faces. All eyes were fixed on the stately woman of incredible beauty and the spear in her hand. – Whoever dared to do this... must die. Cleanse the capital before I take care of it myself! – Yes, Lady Ceraria! After these words, unprecedented movement began among the ranks of the priestesses...

Reverently folding his hands, Dervos lowers his head and silently prays for a while for the eternal reign of their great mother, which defines and protects the established world order. Having paid all the necessary respects, he returns to the world of the living and opens his angry eyes, glaring with indignation at the section of the pavement that just a few minutes ago was defiled by the presence of an indistinct mass of biomaterial of uncertain origin, gender, and sex. Angrily twisting his lips into a grimace and clenching the hilt of his sword, he resolutely looks around for the nearest civilian witnesses – in order to approach them for a serious conversation.

Can we still join you?

Yes. It's even necessary.

Once, a mentor told Saki that all so-called cultured people – that is, musicians, writers, artists, and all sorts of scientists – are "sick bastards," because the average person would never be able to think the way they do. Feeling the alcohol running down her skin through her flimsy clothes, she understood, at least a little, what he meant at the time – the action itself was essentially pointless, but something in the other person's mind had prompted him to do it.
- I'm not used to domestic life and I have no experience with intimacy with men, so I won't make a good slave. All I know how to do is fight. How about I serve as a weapon in your battles, and in return, when my freedom is bought with the blood of your enemies, I will be granted revenge against your necromancer – the very one who humiliated me?

The knight captain raised an eyebrow in surprise.

- Is that so? Well, then, I hasten to inform you: this is precisely the second path. Moreover: the one you have to fight... – the knight smirked – is our necromancer. He is too confident. Someone needs to bring him down to earth so that he behaves properly in the future. But, unfortunately, it has to be someone from outside. You are perfect, but there is a problem: you won't be able to defeat him. Not that he's strong... but you are weaker.

- He raises worthless undead, but he throws death lightning superbly, and his undead defeated her. Doubtful! – one of the still-feasting trio cruelly remarked.

- Can he raise anyone other than risen ones? – another knight said doubtfully.

- Well, yes, I definitely saw skeletons with him...

The captain raised his hand, and everyone fell silent.

- You don't have much of a chance, even if I lend you my blade, – the knight drew a beautiful two-handed sword, decorated with amethysts, from its scabbard. The inscription on the hilt read: "The Will of the Empress." Without a doubt, this is a weapon of legendary quality. – And we don't have any suitable armor either. Only the heavy plate armor of the Brown Banner. You'll collapse under its weight.

The captain sighed heavily. It all came down to the futility of the idea of a duel between Saki and the necromancer. The outcome was obvious.

Reminder for everyone: to use persuasion, lies, or seduction, you must either explicitly state it in the post or clearly convey it through the text.

What if there aren't two peas, but a pea and a Flugelgeheimen, smeared with the juices of Sorn-Tarn himself?

By the way, on the last level of the Sho-Ni cult, will he be able to create a succubus for himself with a large and strong pod?

- Um, heh)) If that's how things are done here, what can you do?
"It's not just about pods, you can also have some peas," thought Sho-Ni and decided to let the saleswoman take the initiative.

“Pods, peas... what's wrong with this fox! She's so hungry?” thought the saleswoman, because the bursts of pleasure caused Sho-Ni's lovely mouth to utter all sorts of names of vegetables and plants.

Deep down, the saleswoman was a kind and generous Caishi, and therefore decided to fulfill her guest's wish: she went out for a while and returned with a whole basket of large, firm, elongated vegetables. After taking a bite of one of the cucumbers, she concluded that it was good from any angle.

– Well, vegetables are vegetables. Still, you can't get far on women's opportunities alone.

The only question that remained was whether a cucumber the length and thickness of a forearm was worthy of being in Sho-Ni's notebook...

After a while, everything ended with both ladies being completely satisfied. They lay on the floor of the store, surrounded by vegetables and plants. Sorn-Tarn bequeathed to love the living, but such a vegetable mania should have impressed him. Probably...

– Your discount... You owe me at least two purchases! – the saleswoman muttered, breathing heavily, and began to search for her clothes among the cucumbers and turnips.

Sho-Ni receives 100 Organization points.

Lol. I'm dying of laughter at the vegetables.

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"Pods, peas... what's wrong with this fox! Is she so hungry?" the merchant thought, because bursts of pleasure caused all sorts of names of vegetables and plants to come out of Sho-Ni's lovely mouth.

Deep down, the merchant was a kind and generous Kaishi, and therefore decided to fulfill her guest's wish: she went out for a while and returned with a whole basket of large, firm, elongated vegetables. After taking a bite of one of the cucumbers, she concluded that it was good from any angle.

– Well, vegetables are vegetables. Still, you can't get far on women's rights alone.

The only question that remained was whether a cucumber, as long and thick as a forearm, was worthy of being in Sho-Ni's notebook...

After a while, everything ended in complete satisfaction for both ladies. They lay on the floor of the store, surrounded by vegetables and plants. Sorn-Tarn bequeathed to love the living, but such a vegetable mania should have impressed him. Probably...

– Your discount... You owe me at least two purchases! – the merchant muttered, breathing heavily, and began to look for her clothes among the cucumbers and turnips.

Sho-Ni receives 100 Organization points.

Satisfied with the cucumber experience, Sho-Ni buys two potions of charm, says goodbye to the saleswoman with an airy kiss, and heads to the Hall of Commerce**

The doubts expressed in the voices and gazes of these unlikely interlocutors did not wound the captive in the slightest; their unpleasantness did not change the fact that she lacked strength and skill.
- Insufficient is not the same as nonexistent. - Saki would agree to a rematch even if her chances of winning were less than one-tenth of one percent. - But, like any blade, I can be sharpened, made sharper and more deadly. If you believe that I am inferior in talent and experience, I am ready to accept any lessons in order to close the gap between us.

Three women are buying cucumbers.
- Please give me long and smooth ones!
- I can take short ones, but they should be thicker and with bumps!
- And I don't care, I'm going to put them in a salad.

Harold Skufinson



Barely stepping over the threshold of the dingy roadside tavern, I involuntarily winced at the stale stench of burnt food mixed with human sweat. Evening was falling; the main hall was packed with the bulky bodies of local villagers and a few foreigners, who tried to keep their distance from the former. Wiping the mud from my heel on someone's cloak spread out on the floor, I headed to the counter and ordered the cheapest drink. Muttering something in response to the fleshy, stout tavern keeper of indeterminate age, I surveyed the room with a practiced eye, looking for today's victim. A suitable opportunity didn't take long to present itself.
—Ha-ha, you'll regret it, you fools! —a stocky barbarian roared with laughter as his companion slid off his stool, dropping his half-finished mug. —No newcomer can outdrink the son of the glorious Skufin!
Leaning his foot on the table, he triumphantly blew a blast on his war horn, filling the entire tavern with a long, booming roar.
—It's not often we have guests from Volder. —I seized the opportunity to take the empty seat in front of the bearded ape. —And what brings you to our backwater?
Before answering, the savage drained his own mug and that of his former companion.
—To gain glory in great deeds and acquire untold riches under the leadership of Thane Merfert! —he belched loudly, then thumped his chest with his fist. —So that every northern warrior knows of the great Harold of the mighty Skufin clan!
—A worthy goal. —I feigned an admiring smile, beckoning the waiter to refill my intellectually unburdened neighbor's drink. —And how do you like it in the south?
Lulling the native's vigilance, I pulled a deck of cards from my pocket. The latter didn't refuse.
—Complete crap! —he retorted to my question. —The men have become like girls, all hiding under the skirts of goddesses, ugh!
Someone in the room turned towards our table and shook their head in disapproval. Deciding not to comment on the thick-headed northerner's statement, I continued dealing the cards.
—There's nothing good here except women, and even they have forgotten their place; it will be shameful to take them home without training. —my opponent continued, wiping pieces of meat off his beard. —And besides, where have you ever seen people born from these... kennels! They're like cockroaches! Worse than that are those... tailed ones. We don't approve of bestiality, you know. Well, never mind, soon the glorious Brynn will sound the great northern horn, and then we will quickly put an end to this heresy!
Allowing the dull brute to win a couple of times, I soon warmed up and, with a guilty look, announced my departure.
—How about you, -hic-, this... —the son of Skufin mumbled, counting the cards. —You thought you could cheat me, you bastard?! —he suddenly raged.
Apparently, the added alcohol played a role here, both for and against me.
—Listen, friend... —I said guiltily, but then I received a fist in the face. For a moment, my mind was filled with cosmic emptiness.

Having emptied the rest of the liquor, the Viking brushed crumbs off his cuirass, stepped over two unconscious bodies, and went outside. Continuing to hum familiar northern melodies to himself, he relieved himself against the wall of the tavern, picked up a large axe, and then continued on his way to the decaying capital of Celia-Mir.


1. Name: Harold Skufinson
2. Gender: M
3. Race: Northerner
4. Religion: - (Atheism)
5. Origin: - (Volder)
6. Organization: Mercenaries of the Merfert clan
7. Professions: Blacksmith, Duelist
8. Talents: Musician
9. Skills: Two-handed weapons, Armor proficiency
10. Choice: +2 levels at the start
11. Characteristics: +6 strength, +6 endurance, +3 will

There is indeed a futanari demon in the lore; maybe it will appear as an enemy or NPC, but it's a separate type of demon. The game specifies either an incubus or a succubus.

Oh, a true northerner! I was already thinking there wouldn't be one.

Men have become like girls, all hiding under the skirts of goddesses, ugh!

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