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Come on, crafting iron daggers is basic stuff, there's not much skill involved.

Ironically, the goddess Istiris was more favorable to Dervos than to one of her own creations. The acquired traits could not have pleased Keraak too much.

As with Sho-Ni, neither the guard nor the fox had the opportunity to see what the Will was like. They could only feel some changes in their bodies. Dervos was supposed to be filled with confidence and firmness, but at the same time, with some clumsiness. Keraak, on the other hand, was overcome by an obsessive feeling of joy and a desire to dance, and along with them, a thirst for battle. For a diplomat-intellectual, both qualities seemed somewhat superfluous or even detrimental.

“That’s all, Sir Dervos. Our little experiment is over. Now, I will ask you to follow me to the capital branch of the House of Pink Flowers. There, we will provide you with all the necessary information. In fact, I have already prepared everything. All that remains is to hand it over.”

The secret of replenishing Dervos’s purse will remain a secret of divine proportions.

Meanwhile, in Portall:

Harold Skufinson moves
Harold Skufinson attacks in melee against target Cultist with Northern Barbarian’s Two-Handed Axe: miss!
Cultist attacks in melee against target Harold Skufinson with Cultist’s Dagger: miss!
Harold Skufinson attacks in melee against target Cultist with Northern Barbarian’s Two-Handed Axe: hit, damage: 180!
Cultist receives damage: 180-180=0. Result: DEATH!

BATTLE OVER

Harold Skufinson wins
Harold Skufinson receives 44 experience for killing opponents.

The cultists are defeated, and the glorious son of Volder continues to seek the right path among the portals.



Meanwhile, with one little fox:

Sho-Ni wakes up. Her sleep was restless, and she recovered only two action points. She can now make further plans.

Meanwhile, in the central camp of the Brown Banner:

No one was in a hurry to explain the essence of the claims to Saki, so everyone arrives at the camp without incident. Since it was already dark, Captain Remar and his knights immediately went to bed. Klink is also provided with a place for such needs. True, in the open air, but at least with a blanket and a pillow. Perhaps, for now, it was worth simply waiting for morning. Anyway, without Osgold Rona, no one will explain the essence of the orders to Saki.

“Some nonsense,” thought Derevos, not really noticing the difference. But if it helps the guest of the capital feel a little more comfortable, open up, and observe their tradition, then so be it. Perhaps, in reality, it was some kind of emerald ritual. “In advance?” he asked, catching on to a detail he had almost missed. “You’re playing a strange game; if I had any reason not to trust you, I would be on my guard now. Well, let’s go,” he said, following behind.

Meanwhile, with one of the fox creatures:

Sho-Ni wakes up. Her sleep was restless, and she only recovered two action points. She can now make further plans.

After waking up in the morning and discovering the loss, Sho-Ni swore, but there was nothing she could do anyway. Gathering herself, she headed to the wagon station to inquire about the possibility of finding some work.

No sooner had the life path of a young woman begun than she was beaten twice by a vastly superior enemy, robbed, enslaved, humiliated, and turned into a puppet of an evil deity. Anyone else in her place would have been very upset by such a turn of events, but Saki calmly waited for the next day to begin.

– I don't see anything strange, – Kеarak shrugged and led Dереvos into the headquarters of the House of Pink Flowers.



The headquarters of the House of Pink Flowers appeared in the capital of Selia-Mir only a few years ago. However, it has already managed to achieve significant diplomatic influence. Perhaps the whole secret lies in the natural talents of the Kеtsirai race.

Inside, Kеarak and Dереvos were greeted by many flowers, trees, pools of water, scantily clad fox dancers, singers, and wine. An endless sea of wine. The House of Pink Flowers possessed stunning beauty and decor. The captain hadn't even taken two steps when a pair of charming Kеtsirai handed him an amulet as a souvenir and a glass filled with an aromatic drink.

– We are very hospitable, Sir Dереvos. My office is over there, – Kеarak pointed to the opposite end of the main hall, – You can look around if you like. In the capital, no one can provide you with better company than my brothers and sisters.

Apart from the fact that there were natural seducers everywhere, capable of breaking even the strongest will, Dереvos found himself in almost paradise.

Meanwhile, at the transport wagon station:

Sho-Ni successfully reached the annoying old man. The task turned out to be simple: help him sell tickets for three days and receive a whole thousand coins for it.

A calm working day	Sheiran comes to steal	An unpleasant encounter with Renardo's fans	Someone helps Sho-Ni brighten her working day	Days passed:	Days remaining:
20-10	9-5	4-2	1	0	3

Meanwhile, in the central camp of the Brown Banner:

In the middle of the night, Saki wakes up to find five knights in helmets and trousers standing over her.

– A very kind lady advised us to seek out your company, – one of them said. – She says that it is your duty to help the Brown Banner in all its endeavors. Of course, we have some doubts, but... there is sense in her words. After all, the lady wouldn't let you harm honest knights, would she?

Nearby, Captain Remar, who had decided to play a board game with his deputy instead of sleeping, observed the situation from the corner of his eye.

– Are we not going to help her?

– Why? She has no feelings, no pride... exactly what these guys need, – Remar shook his head.

– What if we have to save our brothers?

– I don't think so.

– What about Sirin?

Remar Vuln did not answer this. Instead, he made his next move, which marked the defeat of his opponent.

The cultists have been defeated, and the glorious son of Volder continues to seek the right path among the portals.

Deciding that the heads of the outcasts, tainted by sorcerous energy, are not a suitable trophy for a worthy northerner, Skufinson continues on to the next tile.

Saki nodded.
- A company armed to the teeth can only mean one thing.
Gripping the hilt of her new sword, she prepared for battle.

Skufinson successfully reaches another portal. There are so many of these magical constructs here... Meanwhile, in Eastern Aldryk: Somewhere else in the camp, Osgold Ron was having a conversation with his mistress through a magic orb: – I don't fully understand why this elaborate plan is needed, but since you desire it... we'll do it. – Very well. You will understand everything soon. Empress Ekkyranal Daryner was taking a bath. As she spoke, her body was being massaged by a couple of slaves who bore a suspicious resemblance to the Saki in certain features. Like soulless dolls with glowing eyes. – I don't like this naked girl. – Is that so? – Ekkyranal pondered. – What's wrong? – She's too eager to chop off the head of the first person she meets. She's hard to control, and her abilities leave much to be desired, – Osgold Ron explained frankly. – Well, perhaps this slave isn't the best choice... – Ekkyranal smiled. – But that's easily fixed, my dear Osgold. – Do me a favor and don't harm the knights of the Brown Banner, Saki! I will find you victims myself. No more, no less! The moment was a pure coincidence, but nevertheless, Saki could not resist the will of the Shadow Mistress

For a brief moment, a flicker of hopeless longing ignited within Saki's soul, but it faded as quickly as it appeared.

Suppressing the last vestiges of emotion and her own will, the newly forged sword of Ekiranal transformed into a silent and soulless instrument of destruction.

As I understand it, theft is unavoidable, even if she hides all her belongings somewhere.

The Sha'ir has an exceptionally high chance of stealing and remaining undetected, let's just say. So yes.

I understand, everyone was supposed to create characters kissing Ceraria's boots right away, oh well...


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. Sho-Ni successfully reached the annoying old man. The task turned out to be simple: help him sell tickets for three days and receive a whole thousand coins for it in the end.

- Boring work, but I agree, there's no other choice...

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In the middle of the night, Saki wakes up to find five knights in helmets and pants standing over her.

- What is it, so many pods and they're all hers 😤

The Knights never quite understood Saki's words about the weapon, and eventually concluded that it was just a clumsy slave's joke. "But the girl wasn't lying..." "What wonderful possibilities, brothers! We won't have to go to priestesses and captive aristocrats anymore. No violence!" "The future is with the dolls!" Unnoticed, the first five Knights called their friends, who called their friends, and so on. Soon, a hundred brave warriors gathered at Saki's place. They had a lot of fun until morning. So much fun that they didn't even notice Osgold Ron approaching them from behind. "Hey! What's going on here? How long will you keep forgetting?! Your victims are priestesses and those who support their regime! Not soulless dolls! Everyone to the penal guard!" "Oh no..." "Oh yeah! Oops..." "Well... it all started so well..." Under the kicks of the commander-in-chief, the Knights disperse, leaving the blade lying on the wet rags in an even more extravagant state than last time with the cart. "The council is in an hour," Saki said to Osgold Ron with obvious mockery, and also left. At least now it became clear that a weapon could indeed be a slave. **Meanwhile, at the SLAVE-LABOR:** The result of the d20 roll: 4 A trio of fanatical followers of Renardo Vollens arrive to buy tickets to Quor'on. "Oh, it's you, sister... tell me, HOW could you disappoint the master so much? Is our faith so complex and incomprehensible?"

Skufinson successfully reaches another portal. There are so many of these magical structures here...

The Viking boldly steps into the portal.