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In Estellia, there are a number of offenses for which the prescribed punishment is execution by piercing the heart with the point of a sword. This list includes, among other things: vandalism, marital infidelity

I wonder what Nebk thinks about this...

Where did Astral's comments go?

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Through a dark, dark crimson-crimson corridor walked a pale man. Clad in nothing but a loincloth, he resembled a paragon of perfection descended from a painting by an unknown master. A master greedy for ideals of the body. Beauty. Power. Un-death. Grandeur. Eternity. The man walked forward, and massive doors opened before him with a loud click. Lesser servants scurried about. Not as magnificent, riddled with flaws. The risen puppets of the mistress. No match for him.

Once, a great empire fell by the will of a reborn goddess. Only the last, most loyal warrior staked everything to bring her back from the abyss of ruin... Nephiria, the realm of the undead. One against the whole world. Unwavering, loyal, and mighty. Sir Tann Monargot dared to harness the power of the nine Ancient Obelisks to have them fulfill his single wish.

And he lost. He was beaten to it. Beaten to it, so that someone could wish upon the whole world... death. And by cosmic irony, from the world's death, Nephiria rose anew. And Sir Tann's companions, those with whom he had shared fragments of his soul for the sake of the mission's success, met their fate. Some perished, some rebelled, and some stayed by the black knight's side, having duly appreciated his generous gifts. The Mistress was among the latter.

– Hail Nephiria eternal! – exclaimed the pale servant. He had been here for a long time. From the very first batch, a prototype of the mistress's servants. Not as perfect, but already devoid of obvious flaws.

Were there a place in the realm of the undead for idle living minds, they would have deemed the Mistress of Flesh a mad murderess. But the truth was that she, whom Nephiria called the Pale Mummifier and who stood at Sir Tann Monargot's left hand, sought only the empire's prosperity. She believed in beauty and doubted the worth of naked guests and rotting corpses. Why resemble a rotten piece of meat when you can look like a beautiful piece of meat? Beautiful and undying. A piece of meat that would outshine any living being. Perfection lies in un-death, and Nephiria is an empire of un-death and must outwardly match its grandeur. Not all shared the Mistress of Flesh's views, but some did find hidden meaning in them. Thus, the Pale Mummifier had been running the flesh-reprocessing laboratory for ages, crafting perfect dead for Nephiria's service. Her chief achievement, however, was herself – the most beautiful and sexy corpse in the whole world. Pointless, the ancient skeletons would say; meaningful, Kamistella Lane would retort. Though hardly anyone had called her by name ever since Nephiria's rebirth.

– Mortan, – a charming girlish voice greeted the pale guest. – My finest male specimen. Today is a dreary day. A day without achievements. Which means you will have to entertain me again.

The creation named Mortan bowed his head before the Pale Mummifier. Kamistella idly half-lay, half-sat on a crimson bed. Her gaze was directed away from the guest – at one of the many portraits adorning the chambers. That portrait held special significance for the Mistress of Flesh – once, she had managed to persuade Master Tann to make a commemorative painting together with the most loyal of his followers. The most loyal, Kamistella undoubtedly considered herself. From great horror to the drive to revive Nephiria, they had been through much together, seen plenty of unpleasant things, and devised more than one or two cunning plans. Master Tann evoked nothing but admiration in Kamistella. Admiration for devotion, perseverance, strength. On such knights does the world rest. Or does not rest, given the fate of Anuzish.

– I heed your will, mistress, – once, Mortan had tried to resist. Once, he had been alive. What a useless state.

Sweetheart. He will amount to something. One day, everyone will see the grandeur of the Pale Mummifier's designs! And all will bow before the empire. Foolish living beings do not themselves understand what a meaningless weakness they cling to. Death is not the end. Death is a new beginning! Though, in her youth, Kamistella too did not understand the nature of things; she tried to fight the blessing and save the curse. Ah, she was so silly back then!

– Your story about the bloodsucking heart-eater turned out fascinating, but you cut it off at the most interesting part, – the Mistress of Flesh gracefully leaped off her bed. – I hope you will not disappoint me like that again, Mortan.

– No, mistress, this time I have prepared a special story, – the servant wrapped an arm around Kamistella's waist. – Tell me, what do you know about Tezoth?

– Tezoth, mm, – Kamistella smiled thinly. – We are not there yet. A pity.

– My new story... is dedicated to the Knights of Tezoth. Do not ask where I learned it. I... do not... remember, – Mortan winced, as if he could feel pain. – Calamities, monsters, conspiracies, everything just as you like it, mistress.

The Mistress of Flesh ran a finger interestedly across her creation's bare chest. Yes, he understood her tastes somewhat. And what would happen this time? Will everyone die tragically? Will everyone die, but not tragically? Will someone again go looking for a waterproof bag? Will everyone fall out and a fratricidal bloodbath begin? Will everyone become slaves under a mighty heel? Ah, so many options! How exciting!

– Begin, dear! I am burning with impatience!

The perfect dead intertwined in an embrace, and Mortan began his tale... And so, before us lies the very heart of Tezoth – its capital...

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Fate is a nasty thing and simply adores unpleasant coincidences. Everything seems fine, and a minute later it is not fine at all! Deus's birthday is, undoubtedly, a momentous day. But why gather everyone here, of all places? Lord Afortek Transend stayed behind to defend the north, but if something happens, how will she, Rezara Sanjore, look her ancestors in the eye? What was she doing while monsters tormented Sordgard? Nothing! Having fun in the capital!

– Deus Mariarnelia's dress is beyond all praise, – Rezara whispered to Lady Adata, – the capital knows its fashion. What do you think, should we get ourselves a couple of souvenirs? Who knows when we will next be able to get out of Sordgard.

Though Rezara had served Lady Adata for only a short time, she had come to know her long before becoming a knight under Lord Afortek. The Sanjore and Transend families were bound by unbreakable ties in defending Sordgard. For many years, Sir Remar and Lord Afortek stood shoulder to shoulder guarding Tezoth, and their daughters gradually grew close. That was why Rezara went to Adata. Besides their hometown, they simply knew each other well.

Lady Adata's presence soothed Rezara's anxious heart. Beside her, she could briefly forget the countless threats reaching their grasping claws toward Sordgard's borders.

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Estellian Aesthetics
According to the Estellians, beauty must be not only external but internal as well, and love is its purest and strongest manifestation. Therefore, giving oneself entirely to one's chosen own half is equated to the highest good.

Conviction effect: a second character (husband/wife) with this conviction can be created; in such a case, both receive +10 to characteristics for free distribution and +1 to learning rate.

Knight from Matricaria Aristarchus, his wife Erika, and two female friends with names not yet thought of. What do you think of this "crew"?🤣 Lizardman's f***ing struggling, playing four characters at once...

Origin: access to the persuasion of Estellian aesthetics and the skills of this region.

It won't work without access.

Which ones?

About the suitability of regions for you

Maybe I'll finish it today, if the problematic region doesn't suck up all my time.

I have already played four characters..

Without access, it won't work.

Sigh... It just doesn't say in the conviction that it's only for Estelians, so I thought...

A very own-pleasing region, glory to the Empress!

I planned the exp to be 250 pages. I was sure that if Yashchur survived 600 pages of Revan's previous exp, then he would somehow manage my 250. But no, Yashchur started hacking everything around like a crazed maniac at the very first opportunity, as if that was the only reason he joined the exp.

- Why was I angry? Because there was no sub3 face and no stretchers.

Well, everyone, the secret is out! 🤣Why was I angry in the obelisks? Because Erika couldn't find a normal man! Why was everything OK in the underground? Because Jingo had a normal stretcher! Two of them, even! 🤣 Now I'll just give my Knight two normal stretchers and the exp will definitely go "like clockwork"!!!🤣🤣🤣

Immoral socks? Quite likely.

Estellian aesthetics

A very difficult choice between a lone Knight who dreams of a great, pure, and bright love (curtains only after the wedding!) and an established happy married couple, where the husband is a cozy little sweetheart-guardian of the hearth, and the wife is a mighty battle woman-Knight.

Partner
Mage Guild creates an NPC companion for the player.

Sigh... Back in the days of Genz and Ushumgalls, a skill wasn't even required for this...

the husband is a cozy little sweetheart and homemaker, while the wife is a mighty warrior woman Knight.

After Jingo was cooking grub and his partner was mining ore and all that, I'm not surprised by anything anymore...