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How many kings

In very distant lands, beyond seas and mountains, forests and deserts, where life differs from what we know, in a place where countless amazing things happen that are impossible to imagine, there exists an entirely different world called Havelland. It is divided into several regions, each ruled by a powerful sovereign. This world is very ancient, but its inhabitants appeared here quite recently, so none of them knew the true history of Havelland or its past residents. Some tried to unravel this mystery, but no one has succeeded yet. Others believed that it was not necessary to solve anything; it was better to simply live in peace and enjoy life. But even those who adhered to this opinion managed to stray from their path, all because of conflicts that arose between parties, whether it was a quarrel among ordinary peasants or animosity between two rulers. Despite all this, war never broke out, and peaceful life continued as usual.

That day, the sun shone brighter than ever, illuminating the beautiful capital and royal castle, warming all its inhabitants with its heat. It felt as if the gods themselves had presented such wonderful weather for this festive day. Yes, you heard right. Today in Andoria was a special day; everyone's beloved King Radonar celebrated his anniversary, and therefore everyone was diligently preparing for the celebration. His subjects loved him very much; he was a fair and kind leader, a truly close-to-the-people ruler. Of course, he also had flaws and quirks, but they were not so critical and were overshadowed by his positive qualities.
From early morning, the king was already up and about, hurrying around the castle, fussing, asking questions to the palace servants, giving instructions, and nervously glancing at the sundial. Yes, he was worried, as if he himself were preparing the holiday for someone else, rather than others preparing it for him. Although, to some extent, this was true, since he had invited guests from other countries, and therefore he wanted to arrange a grand reception and surprise the invitees. He did not forget about his people either, for whom mass events were prepared, where ordinary folk could have fun and spend time pleasantly. Meanwhile, Radonar decided to rest for a while and went to the throne room, asking one of his subjects to summon the court sage and wizard Nemt. You might think that he looked like one of those old and frail elders with long beards, who are usually written about in books, but no, Nemt did not look like them at all, although he certainly had a beard, but he was still much younger. He appeared a couple of minutes later. He was dressed as usual in a patterned brown robe resembling tree bark; a book of knowledge hung on his belt, and in his hands he held his staff, the top of which resembled a crown of leaves.
- Have the guests arrived yet?
- What guests? - asked the wizard in surprise.
- Special guests... - replied the king, lowering his voice.
Nemt stared at Radonar in bewilderment, but he only raised an eyebrow, answering with a stern gaze. The king knew that his advisor sometimes deliberately tested his patience with such jokes, so he wasn't angry with him, but they clearly didn't please him.
- Ah, these guests, - remembered the sage. - No, they haven't arrived yet," he said with a smile.
- And Utay Zilard?
- He hasn't arrived either.
- Good, we will wait. I hope he accepts my offer. - The king looked around the hall. - Is there any news regarding Lady Ayren Kreid's decision?
- She declined the invitation, citing unfavorable company awaiting her here in the person of Utay Zilard and his delegation.
- It's a pity, I hoped that my intervention in the conflict between the two peoples would somewhat ease the situation regarding the disputed lands.
- Apparently, it is not so easy to reconcile them.
- That's for sure, and Ayren's answer does not provide accurate information about her decision, if you remember how impulsively and spontaneously she can act. But I hope not this time; I don't need any showdown right here, in front of the guests. Radonar was horrified at the thought.
- Don't worry, I won't allow that. As for the other guests, I will let you know when they arrive.
- Okay. And don't forget to prepare the guest rooms.
- Of course. Anything else?
- Yes. Sir Pencil... has he returned?
- Not yet. But this can be explained, because the castle dungeon is large, and it is difficult to explore alone, even if you are the best knight in the kingdom.
- Yes, you are right. I hope he returns before the festivities begin. - There was anxiety in Radonar's gaze, because he sent Pencil on reconnaissance, and all because of some bad dreams related to this dungeon. The king came out of his thoughts and added, - Let the guard remain by the doors and wait for him to return; do not close the doors under any circumstances. That's all, you can go now.

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His subjects loved him very much; he was a fair and kind leader, a ruler who was truly close to the people.

You have to praise yourself, or no one will.

The king knew that his advisor sometimes deliberately tested his patience with such jokes, so he didn't get angry with him, but he clearly didn't like them.

Haha, but I like his sense of humor; it's very well done! )
And in general, it's a lovely story, like all of yours. You write with such kindness; you really are like a storyteller.
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His subjects loved him very much; he was a fair and kind leader, a ruler who was truly close to the people.

You have to praise yourself, or no one will.

The king knew that his advisor sometimes deliberately tested his patience with such jokes, so he wasn't angry with him, but he clearly didn't like them.

Haha, but I like his sense of humor; it's very well done! )
And in general, it's a lovely story, like all of yours. You write with such kindness; you really are like a storyteller.
If this message is out of place here, it can be moved to the Haven.

Here is an example of how to write messages.

The first guest to arrive was Utay Zilard, leader of the lizardfolk who dwell in the marshy forests to the southeast of Andoria. He differed from his kin not only by the white-gray color of his scales but also by many other qualities that allowed him to rise to the head of his people. He was especially renowned for his mastery of the architectural arts, due to which his subjects began to call him the Great Builder, and later, residents of other lands adopted this title. It was specifically because of this skill that he was invited to Andoria. King Radonar wished to commission him to build a new structure, which was intended to become one of the most outstanding in all of Haveland. However, almost no one knew what it was intended for; only a few of his closest confidants knew its purpose. Naturally, after agreeing to take on the work, Zilard himself learned the truth.
- I am pleased to know that our project will be constructed under your guidance. I hope it will be as strong and durable as your Castle, which is considered the most impregnable of all those currently in existence.
- I am also glad for our cooperation, and do not worry about its stability; everything will be done in the finest manner.
There was a knock at the door, and a valet appeared on the threshold.
- Your Majesty, the guests from the south have arrived.
- Very well, then everyone is gathered. Let Nemt attend to them for now; I will join them later.
- As you wish.

In truth, A'Mok and Sh'Ako were not from the uninhabited southern lands where a mighty state once stood, but from the desert regions located to the southwest of Andoria. This land was inhabited by cat-like beings, and it was ruled by A'Mok and Sh'Ako, who were brother and sister. They were equal rulers, though they preferred to divide their spheres of activity, each handling what they liked most or what they were best at. Thus, A'Mok paid more attention to military affairs, science, and participated in negotiations and other business, while Sh'Ako specialized primarily in the development of culture and the social sphere. Although they were similar, there was one detail that distinguished them: dragon wings located on Sh'Ako's back. It was rumored that her father was one of the red dragons that formerly inhabited the southern lands. The fact is that dragons can change their appearance, turning into a human or any other humanoid creature, usually depending on the dragon's habitat and the native population. This version was used to explain the phenomenon. But all this happened before Sh'Ako's mother married the king of the desert lands. At first, it was difficult for him to treat the girl as his own daughter, but after A'Mok appeared, everything changed; he became more kind-hearted and caring, and his attitude toward his stepdaughter changed accordingly. Because of this, he even ordered two towers to be built in honor of his children, which still adorn the desert palace today.

Nemt greeted the guests warmly and had already managed to give them a short tour of the palace, after which he invited them for tea in his apartments. He loved inviting guests, conversing with them, and serving them various herbal brews, treating them to things he had gathered in the forest—be it berries, dried mushrooms, or strange-looking root vegetables, which he sometimes added to the tea. He was especially glad to see those he had already met and encountered many times. A'Mok and Sh'Ako were among them, and thus they gladly accepted his invitation.
- I want to treat you to something special, - the wizard opened a wall cabinet and took out a cloth pouch. - I found these flowers in the Arandor Forest while trying to track a wild beast. I have never seen such flowers before, so I haven't had time to fully research them, but I know for sure that they give the tea a superb aroma.
- I can't wait to try it, - Sh'Ako said curiously, as she loved tea very much and was always happy to try something new.
- Are there any cupcakes? - A'Mok inquired, - or perhaps some buns?
- Yes, of course, - Nemt went to another cabinet and took out a tray of pastries. - Here, there are poppy seed buns, jam buns, honey buns, raisin buns, and of course, turnip cupcakes.
- I'll take those! - A'Mok exclaimed, snatching three cupcakes from the tray at once.
His sister tried to pull him back, but he ignored her, completely surrendering to the consumption of food. While Sh'Ako preferred drinks, her brother, conversely, loved to eat well, especially when it came to various pastries and turnip dishes. Incidentally, turnip was one of the favorite foods of the desert land inhabitants, but it seemed no one loved it as much as A'Mok.
- By the way, Radonar asked me to speak with you regarding the painted works in the throne hall. Would you be willing to undertake this? - Nemt asked while brewing the tea.
- That is a very responsible task. It is one thing to paint the walls of one's own palace and quite another to decorate the castle of an Elven king.
- You should not worry about that; you are a master of this craft, and I am sure that no one could handle it better than you. You simply need to cast aside your doubts.
- Perhaps you are right, but I still need to think about it, - Sh'Ako answered thoughtfully.
The wizard finished the final preparations, and the tea party could begin. Before the trio could enjoy the sweet aroma, there was a knock at the door.

Nemt opened the door and saw a man in dirty clothes standing before him, the kind usually worn by commoners. Of course, not everyone wore them dirty, but only those who did hard work or children who could get covered in anything during the day. The guest clearly belonged to the first category, although Nemt didn't rule out the second, as he caught a whiff of alcohol from the man. He held a small bundle of coarse fabric in his hands. "What are you doing here?!" Nemt exclaimed. "And in that state," he added, realizing he wasn't alone, the wizard decided to close the door and leave the room, leaving his guests behind, citing urgent business. "I brought a gift," the man replied, his speech slightly slurred and relaxed. "For our king," he added, pointing to the bundle. "That's good, but now is not the right time." "Why? Isn't it his birthday today?" the man asked, confused, doubting his memory. "Yes, it is, but that's not the point. There are many guests in the castle now, and it's best if you don't appear in public in that state, besides, Radonar is busy." "What's wrong with my appearance? You yourself are walking around in a robe," the commoner retorted. "Besides, all blacksmiths look like this. I was recently at another meeting of the blacksmiths of Andoria, and almost all of them looked exactly like this, except for the elves. But they always..." "Okay," Nemt interrupted, "If the appearance can still be explained, then what about the smell..." "What's wrong with that? Can't I have a mug of ale to celebrate?" "You can, but I don't think it was just one mug, so you'll have to postpone the meeting with the king." "Well, if you don't want to take me to him, I'll find my own way," the man grumbled and walked confidently through the castle, moving further and further away from the wizard. "No, wait, it can't be like that," the sage tried to stop him, but he only managed to take a couple of steps when he heard the voice of one of the servants behind him. "Master Nemt, Master Nemt!" he cried out, his voice filled with anxiety. "What is it? What happened?" "There, there..." it was clear that the boy was in a hurry, so he was out of breath and breathing heavily. "Sir Pencil..." he finally said. "I see, you don't need to continue," the wizard replied and asked him to call the guards to watch over the blacksmith, and he himself went to meet the returning knight. Meanwhile, the young A'Mok and Sh'Ako finished their tea, ate all the pastries, and got bored. And while the princess could calmly sit and wait for Nemt, the prince was not known for his patience. He got up and started walking around the room, looking into cabinets and drawers. "What are you doing?" his sister asked, surprised. "I'm looking for something to eat, maybe I'll find those dried mushrooms he gave us last time." "But you can't, we're not at home. Stop it now, or Nemt will be very unhappy that you're rummaging through his things." "Oh, come on, I'm not touching his books or taking his magic trinkets, I just want to eat something." "But we just ate!" Sh'Ako protested. "Yes, but I want more," A'Mok replied calmly, not feeling any awkwardness or shame for his actions. "Oh, I think I found something," the prince said, taking out a bowl containing several mushrooms with a barely noticeable bluish tint. "They don't look like the ones we ate," he said sadly. "That means they're not the same mushrooms, and it's better not to try them," the princess concluded. "But there are no others, so I guess I'll have to settle for these," A'Mok replied and took a bite of one of the mushrooms. At first, the taste seemed bitter to him, but then the bitterness turned into a slight sweetness, which left a pleasant aftertaste in his mouth. It was unusual, colorful, and made him want to take another bite, so the first mushroom was eaten in a few seconds. The princess initially refused to try, but after her brother's persuasion, she agreed, and in the end, they ate all eight mushrooms. After a while, a feeling of peace came over them, which was soon followed by an irresistible desire to have fun, and at that moment, nothing could keep the brother and sister in the wizard's room. Opening the door slightly and making sure no one was around, they crept out of the room and went for a walk around the castle, imagining themselves as adventurers setting out in search of new sensations.

It’s good that this isn’t an expansion, and the characters sometimes forget about being constantly cautious and the GM’s tricks. So, the blue mushrooms lying in the bowl can be eaten without any consequences.

Here, much more depends on the GM, compared to the expansion. In fact, almost everything depends on him.

And if the princess could calmly sit and wait for Nemta.

This is a blatant contradiction of reality.

Here, much more depends on the GM, than in the expansion. In fact, almost everything depends on him.

Well, that's what I'm saying, you don't have to resist it.

A blatant contradiction of reality.

In reality, you're not a princess, lol.

ahaha, mushroom-induced madness, excellent)))

That's what I'm saying, no need to resist.

Yes, just relax and enjoy.

And in general, what the heck are mushrooms doing there? Only tea, only hardcore!

blue mushrooms lying in a bowl

In Minsk.

Descending into the basement, Nemt saw Sir Pensel sitting on a barrel and sipping fermented carrot juice. Two guards and a castle servant stood nearby, the servant holding another bottle of juice and a towel. Pensel himself looked a little worn.
- What are you doing standing around here?! - Nemt exclaimed, addressing the guards. - Get back to your posts!
The warriors grabbed their weapons and quickly marched deeper into the corridor, stopping at a crack in the wall.
- You've been gone a long time. Are you alright? - the wizard asked. - You look...
- I know, - the knight interrupted, - But it's nothing, it'll heal in a couple of days.
- As you wish, - Nemt agreed, examining his comrade's wounds. - So, what did you find in the Dungeon? Were our assumptions correct?
- Not exactly, it's much worse, - Pensel replied, taking another sip. - Where is Radonar? I need to tell him everything.
- He's upstairs, preparing for the banquet... But I think he'll find time to discuss this.
- Good, then let's go, - the knight stood up from the barrel, wiped his face with the towel, and followed the wizard. - By the way, it wouldn't hurt to send a few more guards down here, - he added.

Meanwhile, Radonar had finished talking with the lizard leader and was about to send him to the guest rooms, but then three guards appeared around the corner, leading a man in dirty clothes. The man was trying to resist, appealing to the law, and demanding to be released. Radonar recognized his old friend, who now worked as a blacksmith.
- Let him go! - the king demanded.
The guards immediately obeyed the order, leaving the blacksmith alone. He grinned contentedly, adjusted his clothes, and walked briskly towards Radonar.
- Your Majesty, - he began, - I was just looking for you.
- Me?
- Yes, it's your birthday today, and I brought you a gift.
- A gift? - the king was surprised, - That's very... nice.
- It will be even nicer when you see it, - the blacksmith assured him cheerfully, and took out a package, which he immediately began to unwrap. However, noticing the lizard standing nearby, he stopped and looked at it suspiciously.
- This is Utay Zilar, our friend and ruler of the eastern lands, - Radonar introduced his guest. - And this, - he turned his gaze to his comrade, - is Lecon Mogrin, a former member of the Order of the Flaming Hand, and now one of the court armorers.
- Pleased to meet you, Mr. Lecon.
- Likewise, - the blacksmith replied gloomily, and returned to his gift. After making a few more hand movements, he finally unwrapped the package and solemnly presented its contents to the king.

Wow, you write so well. It's perfect for reading before bed, haha.