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Saki silently does what she is told, without expressing her own opinion (I'm passing control to Kero, GM...).

Saki - Derevos - Sho-Ni - Harold - Kearak
Capital

And Guyon endured a similar nightmare for a year and a half; I won't even mention Sonata...

- Thank you, but I am on duty," the guard declined the cocktail but still accepted the souvenir out of politeness and put it in his pocket.

– We are very hospitable, Sir Derevos. My office is over there,” Keraak gestured towards the opposite end of the main hall, “You can look around if you like. In the capital, no one will keep you better company than my brothers and sisters.

- Understood, I'll meet you in your office," Derevos nodded gently, showing tact, and began a slow tour of the "foyer" to give the gracious host time to clear the table of various folders and documents containing trade secrets - or at least, that's how he interpreted the suggestion. Out of professional habit, he recorded all the new faces (and bodies) in his memory and analyzed the layout of the room, and he felt a little out of place - a long-forgotten feeling that had suddenly resurfaced. Apparently, it was because a heavily armed city guard in full gear didn't quite fit in with the Eden-like setting of giggling, scantily clad foxes elegantly feeding each other grapes. Even without being a poet or an artist, Derevos felt in his heart that there was some metaphor in this contrasting picture, which, however, he could not clearly articulate. Again, he scanned the room, trying to spot their own security - or did they not need it here? "They've done well for themselves," he thought, walking slowly and, for once, trying not to wear a gloomy expression. "It looks more like a branch office in another state than an institution where respected bigwigs retire after reaching a venerable age... Another tradition? Or is this deceptiveness the whole point?" Various suspicions flashed through his mind about the whole situation he found himself in, but at the moment, there was no point in dwelling on them - he should just play along. Thinking this way, the guard made a couple of rounds before finally heading to the office of the most trusted person today.

The Knights never quite understood Saki's words about the weapon, and eventually concluded that it was just a poorly executed slave joke.

– But the girl wasn't lying...

– What wonderful possibilities, brothers! We won't have to go to priestesses and captive noblewomen anymore. No violence!

– The future is with dolls!

Unnoticed, the first five Knights called their friends, and they called their friends, and those called their friends' friends. This is how a whole hundred brave warriors gathered at Saki's place. And they had a very, very good time until morning. So good that they didn't even notice Osgold Ron sneaking up on them from behind.

- WHY DOES EVERYTHING GO TO HER?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?!





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Meanwhile, at the SLAVE camp:

The result of the d20 roll: 4

A trio of fanatical followers of Renardo Vallens arrives to buy tickets to Kuaron.

– Oh, it's you, sister... tell me, HOW could you disappoint the Master so much? Is our faith so complex and incomprehensible?

- I'm just following the will of the Lord. If I didn't fulfill His will, I wouldn't have met Renardo, maybe that was the Lord's plan...

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And Guyon held out in a similar nightmare for a year and a half, not to mention Sonata...

Well, Guyon is quite the pushover. If Beata hadn't been looking after him, he would have died somewhere in the uranium mines long ago.

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a hundred brave warriors

10,000 experience 😞

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Somehow, Sho-Ni feels that somewhere far away, an unknown girl is serving an entire army. At the thought of this, the imaginary panties of the Ketsurai got very wet, but the feeling of envy was so strong that the girl couldn't hold back, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

In the morning, a military council was held in Osgold Ron's tent, which was as black as same darkness itself. Each of the twenty-one captains of the Brown Banner had their own place beside a long rectangular table made of dark wood. The commander-in-chief himself sat upon a throne adorned with the trophy magic wands of priestesses. Several novices of the Great Cathedral of Ceraria, who until recently were proud, lay at the foot of this throne, at the lord's feet; and nearby, on a neat chair, sat an aristocratic-looking lady with a heavy gaze. Everything in the tent pointed exactly to who was in charge here and who held absolute power.

– Greetings, brothers! – Osgold Ron raised a glass of wine. – Today is that good old day for distributing new orders for your detachments. You are all ready for new orders, are you not?

A wave of agreeing voices swept through the tent.

– Very well. First, to the pressing matter: Governor Tirsel, with the support of a mentor from the Academy, nearly destroyed Captain Remar's detachment. The other captains will have to lend a warrior or two to fill this gap.

– I will give three!

– And I four!

– I thank you for your mercy, commander-in-chief, – Captain Remar bowed his head.

Osgold Ron nodded.

– It is a necessity. Next, the second and eleventh detachments receive twenty thousand coins each for their merits.

The captains of the mentioned detachments also bowed to the commander-in-chief.

– Now to the orders...

For the next half hour, Osgold Ron sent his captains either on a raid, to set an ambush, or to capture priestesses. Then it was Remar Vulna's turn.

– And you, with your new detachment, will go to the capital.

– The capital? – Remar frowned, – I have little chance of achieving success there.

– Do not worry. I am not sending you to be slaughtered. For now, – Osgold Ron let out a chuckle, – find and kill the acting diplomat of the House of Pink Flowers. His name is Kearak and he knows too much. Everything you need to know, I have detailed in this letter.

– I will do everything, commander-in-chief, – Remar took the document.

– And now... it is time to rest a bit before great achievements. Help yourselves, my dear captains, – Osgold Ron feigned something remotely resembling friendliness.

A boisterous feast began. Apparently, the Brown Banner did not suffer from poverty, for the commander-in-chief served the most exquisite game, fish, seafood, and wine on his table. There was a place here for slaves as well. Priestesses with suppressor collars and simply unlucky captives. Only one woman held substantial rights in this host, and she sat beside Osgold.

– Forward! Under the brown banner to the overthrow of the poison-blooded usurper!

This toast was supported with particular enthusiasm. Especially by the mysterious woman.

Meanwhile, in another part of the camp:

Somewhere behind the tents of Remar Vulna's detachment, which had not yet replenished its losses, Sirin and several knights who had long been dissatisfied with their position were preparing a daring escape plan.

– It is exactly so, my lady! The commander-in-chief, the captains, and the elite squad are busy with the council. No one expects such audacity!

– If they catch us, they will be executed as a warning to others... – came a voice full of skepticism.

– If we stay, we change nothing, – Sirin exclaimed, – now or never!

The knights nodded.

– Since we are gathered here, what is there to lose! There is no turning back. Victory or death. I will distract them, you break through, – decided the founder of the tradition of wearing only a helmet and pants. With that, the dispute ended.

Sirin and her previously carefully selected allies moved to break through. And luck even favored them up until the bridge over the last moat... Alas, it was here, a step from the goal, that the unforeseen happened.

– You... – Sirin nearly shrieked with rage.

Saki unexpectedly appeared before the fugitives. Tidying herself up after a wild night, she had missed the start of the council, but did not miss her only chance to kill someone: Sirin, who had risked opposing the will of the Brown Banner.

Sirin's rage knew no bounds. For the knights, who had already been lured to her side with difficulty, immediately fell victim to Saki's doll-like charm. And yet, Sirin was not so simple either. Beams of pure void energy flew from her fingers and struck her hated rival in the stomach. This caused considerable damage, though it did not kill the blade on the spot. Saki, in response, tried to pounce on Sirin with the "Empress's Reaper" at the ready, but was hindered by her own dazed knights. She could not harm them, but they, seized by uncontrollable lust, grabbed her arms and legs, preventing her from moving. The fact that Sirin was shooting Saki from a safe distance, alas, did not reach their minds distorted by the aura. In her helpless position, the blade first received a second burst of void, then a third, and finally, the finishing blow. Her charred body collapsed to the ground, and with it, the stupor vanished.

– Well... – cursed one of the knights, realizing what had happened.

– Yes... yes... yes! Take that, you piece of filth! – Sirin screamed. – Wretched uneducated spawn!

– Oh boy... Alright, we have no time for all this! Run!

The fugitives rushed into the forest and successfully disappeared into its gloomy thickets.

Sirin's escape was discovered only after the conclusion of the council, but no one, absolutely no one, was upset by Saki's tragic death. It even pleased Osgold Ron.

– She lived meaninglessly and died meaninglessly, – Captain Remar eventually said to all this.

A pursuit was soon sent after the fugitives, but alas, it was not crowned with success. Sirin and her comrades seemed to vanish into thin air. However, this did not hinder the grand designs of the Brown Banner in any way.

The character Saki dies. F

Meanwhile at the portals:

Stepping into the portal, Skufinson finds himself in a spacious hall not far from the passage to the surface. Inside, strange ugly creatures are bustling, moaning, and crying. From the perspective of Northerners, even ordinary Kaishi seemed like weaklings, but these looked more like a set of rotting arms and legs than anything complete. The freaks reacted hostiley to Skufinson, hissing and snapping, but did not attack. However, this did not stop some individuals from whispering a quite audible "die, die, die!" and crawling toward the unwelcome guest. In any case, the sight was utterly disgusting.

Meanwhile at WORK:

Envy can be premature... And the fox did not know that the Will of Hedonism adhered to the ancient principle of bearded dwarves "this counts as one!".

Before leaving, Renardo's followers expressed a few more unpleasant words:

– Heretic... You convinced yourself of a lie and walk around all so pleased. You invented the "will" of the Lord for yourself; that is the whole secret.

The Sorntarnites soon leave, but an unpleasant aftertaste remains.

Sho-Ni loses 50 organization points.

Quiet working day	Sheiran comes to steal	Unpleasant meeting with Renardo's followers	Someone helps Sho-Ni brighten the working day	Days passed:	Days left:
20-15	14-5	4	1-3	1	2

Meanwhile in the branch of the House of Pink Flowers:

Contrary to Derevos's expectations, Kearak's words were simple politeness: he had no papers on his desk other than the necessary ones. So the fox simply had to wait while the guard properly inspected the branch from the inside. When he finally arrived, Kearak smiled broadly:

– I see you have appreciated our decor. It is indeed highly outstanding! But closer to business. Here, take a look.

A stack of letters lay on the table, containing irrefutable evidence of the Brown Banner host's involvement in the case of the poor refugees, as well as maps of some movement routes for the freaks. Alas, two of the most important secrets were not here: the name of the client and the scheme for infiltrating the capital.

– Unfortunately, even we do not have a full picture of the actions. However, what is happening is the work of the Brown Banner. There is no doubt about that. Only why... that is what we are trying to find out, but so far, alas, unsuccessfully.

In one of the letters, there was a mention of the mysterious title "Empress," which did not belong to any ruler on Aberate except Ceraria, and even then, she used it only in a figurative sense.

- Yes, that's right, Keraak-san... uh, I mean... Sir Keraak - Dervos suddenly remembered the name of his closest companion and showed him the utmost respect. - ...Hmm... So, according to your data, the Brown Banner is the most likely instigator? It doesn't sound too surprising, but... - Dervos paused. - We could wipe them out in a snap if we wanted to. Are you sure no one else could be involved in this crime?

San? Kearaku – the name didn't mean anything, but it sounded pleasant.

“I have no doubt that our knightly misogynists have a powerful patron, but his identity is shrouded in mystery. The Brown Banner itself occupies advantageous positions in the darkest corner of Eastern Aldrick. To get rid of them, we’ll have to send an entire army… and that’s through a region teeming with Iggaradan cultists. This task is more complex than it seems, Sir Derevos. However, this is all the House of Pink Flowers can offer you for now. If anything new comes up, I will definitely let you know as soon as possible. Would you like to stay for tea?”

The more forces in the capital that are aware of the situation in Eastern Aldrick, the easier it will be to eliminate this threat. Unfortunately, a single ketsirai cannot handle this alone.

Stepping through the portal, Skufinson finds himself in a spacious hall near the passage to the surface. Inside, strange, grotesque creatures are scurrying, moaning, and crying. From the perspective of the Northerners, even ordinary Kaishi seemed pathetic, and these creatures resembled nothing more than a collection of rotting hands and feet rather than something complete. The monstrosities reacted to Skufinson with hostility, hissing and snapping, but they didn't attack. However, this didn't prevent some of them from whispering a distinct "die, die, die!" and crawling towards the uninvited guest. In any case, the sight was exceptionally repulsive.

Not wanting to soil his hands on yet another creation of alien parasites, Skufinson looks to see if he can reach the surface without passing through them.

Well, these creatures couldn't stop Scufinson, so he successfully makes his way out of the portal catacombs. Exploration complete! Harold Scufinson receives 200 experience points for exploring the location. Now, the proud northerner had to reach the capital of the soft-hearted southerners. An exciting journey of about a week was ahead.

Meeting with brothers from Volder	Average treasure	An unremarkable day	Beast attack	Ordinary treasure	Meeting with priestesses	Meeting with a traveling merchant	Attack of the undead	Days passed:	Days remaining:
19-20	17-18	11-16	8-10	5-7	4	2-3	1	0	7

“I hate portals,” Harold grumbled briefly before continuing on his way towards the unknown.

Meanwhile, at the WORKPLACE:

Envy can be premature... And the fox didn't know that the Will of Hedonism adhered to the ancient principle of the bearded dwarves: "this counts as one!".

Before leaving, Renardo's fans uttered a few more unpleasant words:

– Heretic... She convinced herself of a lie and walks around all smug. You invented the "will" of the Lord yourself, that's the whole secret.

Sho-Ni loses 50 organization points.

- Yes, I'm smug, what are you going to do about it? 😏

The Sorntarnites leave soon, but an unpleasant aftertaste remains.

They would have been better off leaving a bad taste in my mouth, you devils.

In reality, Sho-Ni wasn't bothered by such chatterboxes; she was too stupid to react to them.

- Mister, what's your name? - Sho-Ni turned to the old man. - Can I stay with you overnight? Please 🥺 I have nowhere to sleep, and someone stole all my money, so I can't pay for a hotel 😔

Uses persuasion.

The result of the d20 roll: 17 Skufinson's keen eye notices a chest left on the side of the road. The chest contains the following rewards: 1) Assassin's Ring (Jewelry. Slot: Ornament. Effect: +3% chance for instant kill) 2) 350 Cetrens 3) Nutritious Crackers x3 The rewards have been automatically added to your inventory and equipped. The journey continues!
Meanwhile, with Sho-Ni:

– Knowing my name is of no use to you, – the old man snapped, – but you can rest in the eastern room.

The spacious house of the unpleasant old man was filled with locked doors and chests. He must have had good luck at some point in his life.

Sho-Ni could begin her second workday.

Another player or two would be helpful.

Do I have any other ODs?

There isn't. You need to go rest in the headquarters.

The chest contained the following rewards:

1) Assassin's Ring (Jewelry. Slot: Ornament. Effect: +3% chance for instant kill)
2) 350 Cetrens
3) Nutritious Crackers x3

At least it's not a dress for seduction.

Meanwhile, with Sho-Ni:

– Knowing my name is of no use to you, – the old man snapped, – but you can rest in the eastern room.

The spacious house of the unpleasant old man had many locked doors and chests. Apparently, he had good luck at some point in his life.

Sho-Ni could begin her second workday.

It's good that the chests for Sho-Ni are empty anyway.

It's working.

Another player or two would be helpful.

Arandor wants to, but he's afraid his character will be raped.