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<div class="hh1"><span>[[STIGMA|00]]</span>[[:|00]]<span>[[DRAGONFLY.|00]]</span></div> <<set $state to "Normal">> <<set $shoes to "balgha">>

<div class="intro">STIGMA: A DRAGONFLY.</div> <div class="intr0">|The world around you has gone quiet as snow covers it with a white blanket, singing it to sleep. Your palm tingle, and your dazed eyes twinkle with the reflected light of grains of flickering purple. It seeps through your fingertips and enlighten the darkness engulfing you. Fate has chosen. A Witch. That's who you are.|</div> <div class="intro0">STIGMA: A DRAGONFLY.</div>is an Interactive Fiction game set in a high fantasy world. A setting that's inspired by African and Asian cultures. //heavily// north african. <div class="intro0">Trigger warning: </div>This game is written with a mature audience in mind, for containing mention/depiction of death, blood, violence, abuse, childhood trauma and sexual themes...[[A Full list.|trigger warning]]<hr> <center><div class="container"><span class="Intro0"><<button "FEATURES.">><<set $game to "1">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("FEATURES."); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("GAME").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</button>></span></div></center><hr> <center><div class="container"><span class="Intro0"><<button "CHANGELOG.">><<set $game to "2">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("CHANGELOG."); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("GAME").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</button>></span></div></center><hr> <center><div class="container"><span class="Intro0"><<button "NOTICE.">><<set $game to "true">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("NOTICE."); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("GAME").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</button>></span></div></center><hr> <center><strong>[[THE GAME.|Cust]]</strong></center>

<div class="intro">PROLOGUE: The Witch of Doeray.</div> The morning shone with its smiling light after the armies of darkness withdrew. The first breath announced the birth of a new day that carried with it a magical ritual. The spring breeze blew and the scent of lilacs fluttered. The village of <<link 'Doeray'>><<dialog 'PLACES' 'Village'>><span class="mc">Doeray</span> is a small village on the Taymiyeh mountains. It is located in the southeast of the Kingdom of Ramla. The village is about two days by carriage, half a day by horse away from the capital, Tirav. The temperatures can vary greatly from day to evening. It's not uncommon in the summer months to drop to near freezing during the night.<span class="purple">//[Read more on ''CODEX'']//</span> <<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>><</dialog>><</link>> sat in a low lying area that has a warm summer and a chilly winter, on a large carpet of green, breathing life into the land and its inhabitants. Most of the houses are big, made of oak trees scattered around the wide valley like balloons in the sky. Not far away from the rest of the village, and beyond the deep woods, where tall trees reach towards the sky as though to welcome the glorious sun, and where tree branches sway everytime the wind blows with a symphony that alleviates the soul. Where one's thoughts roam freely without interruption, and the rustle of leaves quietly awaken the wood inhabitants who scurry about in search of food. On the crest of a hill, sat a lone small cottage overlooking a streaming river. It rose up above everything as if it was sitting on the clouds. The cottage was so similar to the rest of the village's yet so different. What was more alluring to some people, mysterious to others and horrifying to most; that inside it lived a Witch.<hr> [[It was a Witch hut.|Pro0]] <<set $p2 to "true">> <<set $codex to "true">> <<set $caption0 to "true">> <<set $loc to "1">> <<set $profile to "true">> <<notify 5s>>//''CODEX''// and ''//PROFILE//'' HAVE BEEN UNLOCKED<</notify>>

<span class="prologue"><center>[[PROLOGUE: BURN.|Prologue]]</center></span>

<<set $mRael to "true">> <<if ndef $PassageNo>><<set $PassageNo = 1>><</if>><<switch $PassageNo>><<case 1>> Rael fumbles around under the bed drapes, shoving them away from his face. "Good morning, lovely bird." He grins slowly, tilting his head as soft golden curls fall on his sleepy eyes framing his concrete jaw. When you simply stare back at him motionlessly. Rael pouts as he swipes the covers off revealing his fully naked body. Then, he sits up to reach for his pants, making a show of stretching his biceps and ruffling his hair as he yawns. You watch as the golden light filtering through the window flashes on his tanned tawny skin. Well, if he is doing it to show off his perfectly toned body, that you've seen countless times before or because he's trying to seduce you into letting him off, you don't care, one bit. Well, he //may be// doing //a bit// of a good job at both but...You won't let him off this time. "It's rather time for you to say your goodbyes, I believe." You say, willing your gaze away from him and snatching your apron from atop a chair as you walk behind the kitchen counters, fumbling with the apron strings. He is a long time dweller so he may as well help you with a few errands, //anything but the kitchen though.// God knows what will that do to your heart //and// not to mention that this man has zero culinary skills. But if he's not going to help you out with your chores and make himself useful then he can start searching for another haven to take him in. This is not a free lodging Saloon. Well, you may have gotten too far with calling your little shack a Saloon but...//Wait! Damn it!// Why aren't these knots coming into place? The villager's vermin and now this. Today is really turning into a sour soup, bitter. There is to the hope it won't turn any worse. You let out a frustrated groan and when you are about to give up and leave it as is. You feel a pair of warm hands brushing over yours, along with a warm presence pressing against your back. The pleasing contrast of the warmth against your freezing hands reminds you of your miserable time washing your //intentionally// dirtied clothes, and wrestling against the powerful flow of the river in the stinging wind and cold weather. "Are you cold?" Rael whispers softly, resting his head on the crook of your neck as he works his hands on tying the apron string carefully. You shiver as warmth seeps into your body at the contact with his feverish skin. You'd like to indulge in it as an escape from the cold but his hot breath has been brushing the skin on your neck and rendering you impatient. You hate the way his touch makes you feel hot and bothered. It annoyingly picks at your consciousness and reminds you of your endeavours last night.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Pro1-1][$PassageNo = $PassageNo + 1]]</center><<case 2>> "No, I'm not. Hurry it up," You urge him, huffing an annoyed breath and pulling yourself away from his embrace. Rael pouts. "Not cute." //You lie//. He'd rather say, because he knows. Isn't that why he's lending you his body heat? But he likes to pose that type of questions, ones that come off as straightforward, ordinary and maybe even trivial but at this point you know very well how vulnerable it makes you, and you hate that he found out before //you// did. Only after he succeeded at making you relent to it have you noticed how open it makes you. Open to his kindness, attention, and under his mercy. He completely strips you of your covers, in a different way than he does at night. You are startled when Rael begins planting soft slow kisses along your jaw. You feel him grin devilishly against your skin as he nuzzle his head deeper into the warmth of your neck, and you surpass yet another shiver. "You know what?" He begins, bringing his fingers up to run slowly on the length of your neck. "If it was up to me, I would tie you with these...Ouch," He shouts as the ladle in your hand meets with the crown of his head. He looks back at you with wide open eyes as he tugs at his newfound wound. "A..What? Are you serious? Aren't you going to cook with that?" "Yes, I will," You answer calmly with a cool voice and a pointed stare as you swallow hoping he didn't hear the slight crack in your tone, "Your empty brain filled with steamed carrots and veggies will be my main course. Like the menu?" At that, his face breaks into a laughing rage, one that you know so well. It shows how deep his dimples could sink into his cheeks. "Bad Witch," He cracks between laughter. Then he stops and feigns a frown as he watches you pour water into the pot. "And I hate carrots, if you're using my head for plating then at least honour me with a dish I'd like." You chuckle seeing his eyes tearing up. "I would be a bad Witch if I let a little fool like you tease me." You chastise, and point at the basket with your ladle. "Now grab these and take off outside." "I was serious though. Tying-" //Knock, knock, knock.// Both of your heads swirl toward the door and Rael tilts his head, raising an annoyed brow. "Are you expecting anyone?" "No," You answer, pushing him away from you and steering toward the door with a confused frown. It's still too early in the morning.<<set $roRael +=2>><hr> <strong><center>//[[KNOCK.KNOCK.KNOCK.|Pro2][$PassageNo = 1]]//</center></strong><</switch>>

Rael fumbled around under the bed drapes, shoving them away from his face. "Morning, buddy." He greets, yawning as soft golden curls fall on his sleepy eyes and framing his concrete jaw. "Put on your clothes and head out," You instruct, turning your gaze away from him with ease and snatching your apron from atop a chair as you walk behind the kitchen counters, fumbling with the apron strings. He is a long time dweller so he may as well help you with a few errands, //anything but the kitchen though//. This man's culinary skills are below ground level. If he's not going to help you out with your chores and make himself useful then he can start earching for another haven to take him in. This is not a free lodging Saloon. Well, you may have gotten too far by calling your little shack a Saloon because even the most humble storage house in Doeray isn't as ragged as your cabin. //Damn it!// Why aren't these damn knots coming into place? The villager's vermin and now this. Today really is turning bitter for you. Still, there is to the hope it won't turn worse. You let out a frustrated groan and just when you were about to give up and leaving it as is. You feel warm hands brushing over yours, along with a presence standing behind you. Rael's hands tie the apron strings skilfully, his sleepy eyes fixated on the fabric of your apron and his mind seeming to be dreaming of somewhere else. A world you don't know off, probably. "Thank you," You sigh, picking up your ladle and a bowl. "Yeah, yeah. But aren't you too harsh?" Rael pouts, moving to lean on the counter next to you. "Kicking me as soon as I woke up." You snort, pouring water into a pot. "You would be all over the place if I don't," then point to his boots, hat and shirt spread all over your cabin's floor. "Which you already are. Oh! and pretending to be deep in sleep won't help you either, I will kick you if you don't make yourself useful." You add moving the laddle in his direction. He tilts his head, feigning innocence and mouths a silent 'me?', as if you just falsely accused him. Though, Rael tries but fails to hide his amused smirk. You frown, pushing the ladle toward his chest in a threatening gesture to which he hold up his hands, shaking his head as he chuckles. "Alright, alright. I apologise. Why do you know me so well?" You roll your eyes, turning to proceed with your task. "Downsides of knowing you for so long?" "Downsides?" Rael cocks his head at you, furrowing his brows while heaving a tight lipped smirk. "I will be the richest man in Tirav if I receive a coin everytime you hurt me in a day." "Whatever you say. Just take the laundry basket and take off to hung them outside." //Knock, knock, knock.// Both of your heads swirl toward the door at the same time. Rael gaze shifts back to you, raising a curious brow. "Are you expecting anyone?" "No," You answer, propelling him away from your path and steering toward the door with a confused frown. It's still too early in the morning.<hr> <strong>//[[KNOCK.KNOCK.KNOCK|Pro2]]//</strong>

//That witch is you.// //Those little village vermins.// You curse internally. They didn't have to do you this nasty. You literally did your laundry yesterday, just to find it nestled on the ground and covered in mud early this morning. "Damn it," You spit, trying your hardest to get the persistent stains out of your favourite shirt. Plunging it deeper into the flowing water and kneading it over the dashboard with all your strength, as if you were wrestling a boar bear. Your robe which you had tied up around your hips to avoid getting wet had fallen down and is now completely soaked and getting sucked in by the river flow. //This is just bullshit.// It's not like you choose to be here, it was where life put you, you were born here. It wasn't a choice. Like hell, you'd want to be born or stay in this hellish place of a village if you were made to choose. You stay out of their way, living far away from their homes. But, they had to follow you up here and threaten you constantly as if you were some hazardous monster. If you really were one. Wouldn't you have devoured them by now? They even keep feeding their children some insane invented stories about you, ones they chose to believe in themselves. The irony. //Carve the lie and believe it.// You sigh, dabbing the cloth deeper into the flowing stream to get rid of the remaining scrubbed dirt.<hr> [[You don't hate them. They are just little children who believe whatever they are fed, it's the adults fault.|Pro1][$Doeray to "Yes"]] [[You despise them. They can hate you all they want but why try getting to you? Why hurt you when you've done nothing to even get close? It makes no sense. Their behaviour is nothing short of bullying.|Pro1][$Doeray to "No"]] [[You don't care. You just want to be left alone. Though, you fail to understand the reason behind their behaviour.|Pro1]]

You don't usually receive guests at this time of the day. People prefer visiting Witch huts at...eerie times, for mystery and bullshit. But you for sure don't care as long as you get paid properly. You abruptly brush your hands on your apron, reaching for the doorknob. When you swing the door open, you find a mess. What you make of it; is bird feathers, hay, dirt, rotten food and shells of some kind of egg, probably goose. It is all pressed together into a mound reaching your ankles. You could hear the giggling of children behind the trees and could make out a few of whom you saw trying to steal your stuff before. They are from Doeray. It's the closest village to your place, yet it is still far beyond the dark wood. How can their parents be so ignorant? They allowed their children to cross the long distance, and despite knowing about the dangers lurking in the woods. Is it really worth it, just to encourage them to bully the Witch? //What foolishness is this for god sake.//<hr> [[You sigh, heading back inside.|Pro2-1]] [[You calmly reach for a broom.|Pro2-2]] [["Get out of here if you dont want me to curse you! Pests," You shout.|Pro2-3]]

You pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing. They really don't hold back and it's getting worse. At this rate no matter what reaction you give, they just won't quit. You ignored, resisted, yelled, tolerated and confronted. They still... You sigh again, leanig on the door frame feeling exhaustion penetrate its way into your limbs. What should you do to appease them? To you, it looks like no matter what you do they will never be satisfied even if you travel to the end of this world. You flinch at the feeling of a hand patting your shoulder. It's Rael's. He is holding your broom with the other hand. <<include "Pro3">>

You eye the youngsters hiding behind the sturdy oak tree and wonder what fun do they find in harming others. What kind of reasoning their people are planting into their little empty minds. You don't really care, or maybe you do care. A little. Maybe solely because it involves you or...you don't know. It does bother you when you have to take care of such a mess almost everyday. With that, you turn around searching for your broom and find it in Rael's hand. <<include "Pro3">>

"Get away from here!" You shout, swinging your arm in the air in frustration. Your anger swells and you could feel smoke puffing from your ears. "If you don't want me to curse you, little pests then leave." You hear their gasps, and hurrying footsteps echoing against the muddy ground. With that, you swirl around searching for your broom with unfocused eyes. You are terribly furious and frustrated. You flinch at the feeling of a hand patting your shoulder. It's Rael's. He is holding your broom. <<include "Pro3">>

"Come inside," He says, passing by you. "I will take care of it." "Look at you," You begin, forcing a smile as you see him grimacing at the odour of the dirt mound. "Well, it's good you choose to be useful for once." <<if $mRael is "true">>"I believe I'm usually useful in ways that-" Rael pauses, reaching for his head but the ladle he was expecting doesn't reach for his head. "Oh! You aren't using it this time?" He inquires, moving his hands away cautiously, probably just in case you change your mind. After all, you can be pretty unpredictable. "Have you decided on another weapon?" He asks, eying your empty hands suspiciously. "What do you think of my fist?" You retort, instantly. And before he could come up with another dirty comment you turn your back, moving inside the cabin. "Work if you want to be fed, boy." "That's what I thought," He chuckles. <<else>>"What do you mean?" Rael gasps, feigning being stabbed. "I keep you company, isn't that enough?" You may call it entertaining, heartwarming or whatever you wish but no matter how annoying you find him. His presence does make you less of a lonely Witch. You wouldn't let him one second inside your lovely cabin if you weren't comfortable around him. "Shut up and work," You groan, nudging him playfully as you steer toward your kitchen. "Ay! Captain," Rael mocks with a wide grin.<</if>><hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Pro4]]</center>

<<set $relation to "true">> <<if $mRael is "true">>Rael steps closer, reaching for your cheeks and you blink as you look up at him. He caresses your skin, a deep look reflecting into his darkening green eyes. Then, he smiles, washing the odd expression with an eager smile. "Take care of yourself." He says, as he moves to grab your head with both his hands, and planting a light kiss on your forhead. "I will try to be back before you begin missing me. Though I'm sure that would happen as soon as I'm out of that door." "No need." You roll your eyes, covering his hands with yours. "I'm sure you will humble me with your annoying presence soon enough."<<else>>Rael smiles, patting your head, "I will see you soon?" "Sure," You nod, tapping the ladle on your lips thoughtfully, "If you ever come back alive, that is." "Ayy," He grimaces. "Don't say that you'll jinx it." "I'm a witch that's what I do," You wink. Rael chuckles, shaking his head. "What a lovely jinx you are."<</if>> With your goodbyes told and Rael's silhouette disappearing in the distance under the horizon. You step inside your cabin, shutting the door softly behind you. Leaning on the door frame, you stare at the empty interior. The steam seeps from the soup pot, carrying with it the scent of spices. Your vacant bed. The lack of sounds. Everything has gone still. You chuckle. He is such a loud one, isn't he? But you've earned your peace. It's been a while since you've felt this...<hr> [[Relaxed.|Pro7-1]] [[Empty.|Pro7-2]] [[Lost.|Pro7-3]]

You cut a dozen of freshly picked vegetables and toss it inside the pot, a pinch of salt, mace powder and two cinammon sticks. Once you are done with seasoning and stirring, you carry the heavy pot and place it on the fire pit. Humming a tune of a lullaby your mother used to sing for you. One you don't remember the words for anymore, thus you just mumble a few strange words along it. You crouch down next to the pit, setting your elbow on your lap and watch Rael work from the door opening as you wait for your lunch. It's a habit of his now, dropping by your cabin every time he is in town. You barely know anything about him aside from his name, his... Well, that's it. His name. He talks a lot about himself even if you don't ask. However, at the same time, he tell you nothing. And every time your curiosity gets the better of you and ask; who is he? Where does he live? What does he do? It's all met by one single answer. //I'm a free spirit,// as he grins. That he is. He comes and goes like a mysterious season, a migratory bird. Weeks, months and even years pass but when he is back Rael acts like it was just yesterday you saw each other. So you just assumed he was a traveller of some kind. A mercenary, maybe a merchant. But does it really matter? It's just Rael. You have fun together, enjoy your time without having to dig into each other's lives and it does work, somehow. After all, you're not even sure you'd be comfortable with him asking about your past or...yourself. You are a witch, that's as far as his knowledge about you goes.<hr> <center>''[[NEXT.|Pro5]]''</center>

<<if ndef $PassageNo>><<set $PassageNo = 1>><</if>><<switch $PassageNo>><<case 1>> You are startled when a hot wet sensation hits your arm. You must have used too much water, and now it's boiling and pouring out of the pot. A wave of panic floods your senses, if you don't find a solution to this problem soon, your floor will be entirely flooded with soup. Well, it's not like the solution hasn't crossed your mind or that this is that big of a crisis. It's that... You glance cautiously in Rael's direction. He is currently focused on his task, grimacing as he reaches for the remnants of the mess. You gulp, your eyes wavering between him and the boiling pot as sweat gather around your forehead, neck and more excessively on your palms. Shaking your head, you keep your gaze focused on Rael's silhouette as he picks up the mound of mess with gloved hands and disappears behind the cabin wall.<span class="purple"> In a swift move, you run your hand atop the pot, purple dust following your hand like a breeze of soft waves,</span> all the while your eyes are still focused on the spot Rael was standing in. He didn't see, did he? He just left and didn't return. He must have seen something though. Did he sense your uneasiness? No, he didn't. Rael surely would've said something. He went to dispose of that...dirty mess.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Pro5][$PassageNo = $PassageNo + 1]]</center><<case 2>> You let out a breath of relief, gathering yourself as you wipe the sweat on your forehead with your arm. Coming to your feet, you grab two bowls from atop a counter and pour Rael a fair amount of soup from the pot. It's a nourishing soup, a recipe you've learned from your deceased mother. Since Rael will be leaving soon he'll need a lot of vigor on his trip, travelling long distances can be extremely exhausting. Rael has already come back from the backside, and you can see him from the door opening as he busy himself with hanging the laundry on the clothesline. "Rael," You call, motioning for him to finish quickly when his gaze shifts to you. "Hurry before your food turns cold. It's alright you can leave it until later." Though Rael didn't steps inside until he finished his chore. "I'm sorry, I need to leave." He apologies, dusting off his hands and instantly reaching for his cloak which is currently laying on the floor. "You're in a hurry?" You ask, setting the dishes and spoons on the table. Rael shrugs, tugging at the laces on his shirt which he hasn't bothered to wear before now. "Don't give me that, I made enough food for a group of hungry giants" You grunt, pointing at your huge pot hefty with expansive healthy soup. It's also exceptionally delicious, if you may say so yourself. "You know I hate skipping on your food and-" Rael pauses, pointing to himself as his eyes widen. "Wait! Do you mean I eat enough for a giant? Well, that may be true but-" Rael gasps as you push a hot steaming container in his hands. "Eat it within a week, the Aether keeping it warm will fade within that period of time." You say, turning to pour the rest of the soup in separate large containers. //A wise Witch. Eat some, preserve some and sell the rest.// Who told you that again? Rael snorts, shaking his head as he stares at the container in his hands fondly. "I'm offended you'd even think it would last that long."<hr> <center>''[[NEXT.|Pro6][$PassageNo = 1]]''</center><</switch>>

Rael sighs and tears his gaze from the container to look up at you. His expression has turned intense. Ah! You hate this and anything of it sort. Emotional topics that stimulate your raw feelings, it triggers you in many ways. A long thoughtful look at him tells you that he mulled over his current thoughts many times before finally convincing himself to voice them. "$name, tell me this. Have you ever thought of getting out of here?" Rael inquires, running his fingers on the smooth curves of the container, rolling the lid open and then close. Hm? His shoulders slump down as he sighs. Well, that's a lot of sighing. "I mean there are a lot of places out there more accepting of people like you. Like <<link 'Tirav'>> <<dialog 'PLACES'>><span class="mc">Tirav</span> is the capital <span class="purple">(moderate population)</span> located on the northern seacoast of Ramla, and is the most cosmopolitan of the five lands. It's filled with ports, warm oceans, and coastal farmlands.<span class="purple">[Read more on //''CODEX''//]</span><<set $p to "3">> <<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>><</button>><</dialog>><</link>>, the capital is a good place to start." Yes, you know that. And it's not like you've not thought about it before, you know every single place that welcomes <<link 'Mystics'>> <<dialog 'CODEX'>>\ <span class="mc">Mystics</span> are creatures or beings gifted with Aether on Earth Land. Their abilities distinguish them from Humans. Their numbers vary from one place to another, it increases more in regions filled with Aether, like //''Tirav''//, as their number exceeds the number of humans there. <span class="purple">Read more on ''CODEX''.</span><<set $l to "1">> <<button "CONFIRM">><</button>> <<run Dialog.close()>><</dialog>><</link>> of all kinds by name. But even in these places, Witches are eerie and uncanny creatures. Maybe even seen as evil and wicked most of the time. You can't help it, it's a judgmental world. But you know that's not the only reason for your hesitation because no matter what, these places are still less threatening and more accepting than this village. The actual reason runs deep into your past, a place you don't want to look back at. It's suffocating just thinking about it. Rael quickly senses your uneasiness, and steps back averting his gaze before letting it set back on you. With a thoughtful expression he says, "It's not a sin being who you are. Don't refuse the person you were born as. Witch blood run in your veins, be proud. For you don't realize just how many people envy you for it. Remember that."<hr> [["That's...nice of you to say." '|Pro6-0][$Pro6 to "1"]] [[' "Thank you, Rael." '|Pro6-0][$Pro6 to "2"]] [[' "You say that because it's you."|Pro6-0][$Pro6 to "3"]] <<notify 5s>>''//CODEX//'' Updated.<</notify>> <<set $p3 to "true">> <<set $l1 to "true">>

Your muscles loosen like the undoing of tight shackles locking your hands and ceasing your movements. It's nice that Rael feels comfortable enough to stay here with you and visit you regularly. You won't lie either, it's also another selfish desire of yours, a desire to be depended on. You enjoy letting him relish the sense of belonging that you weren't permitted to. Feeling accepted and welcome, and being there for him whenever he needs company. There's a strong desire within you, striving to soothe the feeling of loneliness and isolation that eats at your core akin to a ravenous monster. Yet, it becomes suffocating as time goes by. How close you get, how cautious you should be around him. It scares you. No matter how much you enjoy his company it still puts your feelings on edge. If he finds out...If he does. Is all you think about. And that stresses you more than you care to admit. And so you relaxes when he disappears, as you slowly start to forget about him before he suddenly appears out of nowhere again.<hr><<set $r to "1">> <center>[[NEXT.|Pro8]]</center>

Rael used to fill in the empty spots inside your heart, head and thoughts. When he was here, you didn't have to think or feel. Your overthinking and overreacting were nowhere to be felt or seen. He has become an essential part of your life, you'd catch yourself sometimes staring at the door and waiting to be greeted by his wide grin. He loves to visit you unexpectedly, claiming to enjoy your surprised face. And you honestly enjoyed the feeling of being needed and wanted. He depended on you, and seeked you whenever he needed help. And that in a way made you feel like you exist. For only God knows what happens to you when you stand shut yourself off from the world, with no one from the outside world to communicate with. Rael has created a safe space for you where you don't have to be worried about being asked anything about yourself. It's just the both of you, enjoying your time in the small little cabin, exchanging conversation and trying new games that Rael discovers in his travels. He filled all that emptiness with solely his presence. So everytime Rael leaves, he leaves a significant dreadful void behind him.<hr><<set $r to "1">> <center>[[NEXT.|Pro8]]</center>

You are always oblivious to it, to the feelings you have every time Rael is here. They say you never feel the worth of something unless you lose it for good. But is it possible to experience it several times over? Those feelings only hit you once Rael leaves. And you forget, how did it feel again without him? Those dark sentiments lock you in a deep abyss of raging emotions. Pick whichever you like, it is never right. But loneliness is always a lingering feeling in every single bubble. It's a never-ending cycle, a maze. One you were never able to solve but that doesn't make it any less aggravating. Because you were never able to get rid of it, be out of it. You're always lost and helpless. Alone.<hr><<set $r to "1">> <center>[[NEXT.|Pro8]]</center>

<<if ndef $PassageNo>><<set $PassageNo = 1>><</if>><<switch $PassageNo>><<case 1>> You shake the thoughts and pull yourself away from the doorframe. There is no use lingering on insignificant sentiments. Rael has long since left, you should focus on yourself. You bring a bowl to the small table and take a seat to scoop some of the soup into it, then squeeze half a lemon and throw in a few coriander leaves. You reach for your spoon, stirring your soup before bringing it to your lips and tasting it. Your eyes widen in delight. As expected from an excellent cook, it tastes heavenly. You should be partially grateful to your ancestors, for the perks of inhereting Witch blood. Everything you cook tastes flavorful even if it is ghoul feets. //Knock...knock.// Your ears perk up at the subtle knocking on your door. It's a shy one and you could barely hear it so you shrug it off, must be the wind. Then, as you are about to take another sip from your warm soup, a series of pounding knocks immedietly follow up. "Slow it down, I'm coming," You cry for the intruder's deaf ears, if they ever feel like their loud knocking wasn't heard. What a rude one! Haven't they heard of something called courtesy of knocking? Could it be Rael? Has he forgotten something? You steer toward the door and as you reach for the doorknob. You remember the prank from this morning, it wasn't the first nor will it be the last. Those villagers aren't above doing dirty stuff to irk you but they wouldn't go as far as to physically hurt you either, //yet//. However, you believe that they fear you to some extent. They treat you like some strange entity. It's as if they have never known you, never have you lived amongst them. You stand cut off from the world without anyone from the outside world to communicate with you.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Pro8][$PassageNo = $PassageNo + 1]]</center><<case 2>> You sigh, turning the doorknob hesitantly. In front of you stands a tall lanky woman. An elven. She adjusts her monocle, casting you an indifferent look, as if she didn't just run a havoc on your door. The grey neat uniform she wears symbolizes her position as a courier for Mystics. The silver shield badge sewn onto her vest's left chest is the symbol of the post office located in the capital of <<link 'Ramla'>><<dialog 'PLACES' 'RAMLA'>>The kingdom of <span class="mc">Ramla</span> is a moderately sized kingdom that existed more than 580 years in the past. It is one of the wealthiest and most powerful nations on the continent. Ramla is located in the far north, and has land borders with Yajdi, Nuzha and Sabaa. Offshore it borders Anhar to the north and Bahr to the northwest.<span class="purple">//[Read more on ''CODEX'']//</span> <<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>><</dialog>><</link>>, Tirav. You look down at her extended hand holding an envelope then back at her. "Good morning-" She greets, in a monotone voice as her gaze drop to the envolope and then returns to you. "-<<cycle "$gender" autoselect>> <<option "miss">> <<option "sir">> <</cycle>><svg width="20" height="15" viewBox="0 0 24 24" fill="none" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg"><path d="M13.1459 11.0499L12.9716 9.05752L15.3462 8.84977C14.4471 7.98322 13.2242 7.4503 11.8769 7.4503C9.11547 7.4503 6.87689 9.68888 6.87689 12.4503C6.87689 15.2117 9.11547 17.4503 11.8769 17.4503C13.6977 17.4503 15.2911 16.4771 16.1654 15.0224L18.1682 15.5231C17.0301 17.8487 14.6405 19.4503 11.8769 19.4503C8.0109 19.4503 4.87689 16.3163 4.87689 12.4503C4.87689 8.58431 8.0109 5.4503 11.8769 5.4503C13.8233 5.4503 15.5842 6.24474 16.853 7.52706L16.6078 4.72412L18.6002 4.5498L19.1231 10.527L13.1459 11.0499Z" fill="lavender" /></svg>$lname, please do receive your mail," She adds, pushing the envelope into your hands. "Now press your forefinger here to confirm your receipt." She points with a slim finger at a spot on her clipboard, and you follow her instructions. It's been years since you've last been sent a mail or...a letter. Nonetheless, getting involved with any Mystic being. You have no one to call close or to exchange letters with, which makes this whole exchange weird and unnerving for some reasons. When you are to ask the elf about it, you find that she long since drifted away, and is nowhere to be seen now. You stare blankly into the void, you know that elves are quite the unfriendly race but this is… Anyway, it's not like you were looking for a chat and she doesn't owe you an explanation. Even if it didn't show on her face, she must have been uncomfortable dealing with a Witch. You head inside your cabin, shutting the door behind you in an absent motion. You are hungry and haven't eaten since this morning, while you've busied yourself doing all sorts of stuff but eating.<hr><<set $r1 to "true">><<set $p1 to "true">><<notify 5s>>//''CODEX''// and ''//RELASHIONSHIP//'' HAVE BEEN UPDATED.<</notify>> [[Open the envelope.|Pro9][$open to "true"]] [[Eat first.|Pro9][$PassageNo = 1]]<</switch>>

The first time you received a letter from The previous Crown Zahiya was when you were eight, it was basically identical to this one. You sat on a sofa next to your mother, listening with enthusiasm as she read your name on the address. She told you how great it is to be sent a golden envelope and even encouraged you to brag about it to the other kids. Still, little you did not know it would be a symbol of your...Stigma. As soon as she opened the envelope, your mother's face fell and twisted into a frown. She didn't say or explain anything after that. Only, taking you by your tiny hand and instantly leaving for the capital. Tirav. She steered around the city alleys as if she grew up in those streets, memorizing every single turn by heart. But you? You were only gawking at the striking difference between each district, the ones at the entrance of the city were as coarse and ragged as a pig farm, whereas the ones you eventually ended up in were a place even your little mind couldn't comprehend because you've never seen anything like it. People like you could only imagine and dream of living in these regions. Moreover, people here seemed to dress very differently from what your eyes are accustomed to. And that was very curious as your eyes seemed to pause on every person you pass by. Your mother only stopped when you were standing in front of a large building next to one of the most luxurious neighbourhoods. It was an institute of sorts. A man with a warm smile, wearing a dark green robe to the knees, cut on the sides over simple black pants welcomed you at the gates and exchanged a few words with your mother. He seemed to be acquainted with her and had even called her by her name. A young lady named Aila took you by the hand and offered you some sweets as you waited for them to finish their supposedly short meeting that lasted a few hours more than you'd have expected, and that's coming from an impatient small child point of view. You decided to stare at the young lady's clothing to occupy your little energetic self as you waited. The lady was putting a very similar vest to what you've seen on a lot of adults around this institute, embroidered with golden and silver threads. Yet hers was a red velvet when theirs was dark blue. That day, you stared at the woman for long enough to have engraved her picture into your memory. You stared at her until your eyes stinged and started watering, and it wasn't because your eyes hurt. No, it was because somewhere above your chest, somewhere deep within you ached. Your mother conversation seemed to last for hours, days, and weeks then it turned into months and years. Four years.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch0001]]</center>

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ENTER: <<textbox "$name" "NAME">><<textbox "$lname" "SURNAME">> OR CHOOSE FROM THE FOLLOWING OPTIONS: --------------------------------------------------- NAME: <<listbox "$name" autoselect>> <<option "Zayiv">> <<option "Yamin">> <<option "Dafna">> <<option "Yanam">> <<option "Zahya">> <<option "Raghid">> <<option "Lema">> <<option "Aram">> <<option "Ghalia">> <</listbox>> LAST NAME: <<listbox "$lname" autoselect>> <<option "Razuqi">> <<option "Taimit">> <<option "Yazgar">> <<option "Haivar">> <<option "Raygat">> <<option "Samran">> <<option "Wargat">> <<option "Ceivek">> <<option "Baqal">> <</listbox>><hr> <<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>>

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She hugged your small figure, desperately asking for forgiveness. "It's alright now, I'm here and we can leave. I will-" "You can't." A sharp voice resounded in the empty office room. It was the very man who greeted you at the gate five years ago, your encounters were constant since then as he was the one overseeing the people in this Academy. He spoke in a cold and sharp voice, devoid of any emotion. The long lost warm smile no longer found on his graceful face. In fact, you've never seen him smile after that first day ever again. "Sir Cevir, you promised-" "Things are different now, Nawya." He cuts right through her words and turns to you, staring for too long before he speaks again. "<<print $he.toUpperFirst()>> is different." "You can't do that, you said you would only help $him with controlling $his Aether, to protect $him. Is this an Academy or a thief den?" Your mother yelled, wrapping her arms tightly around your shoulders. "As you've cited, we only want to help. This is an authorized Academy established by The Crown themselves, and that is where our orders come from. Their decisions are not to be questioned by a mere... resident. I advise you to be careful with your words." "<<print $he.toUpperFirst()>> is //my// $son." "We are indeed aware of that," Cevir replies, nodding. "And for that matter we ask for a formal meeting with you where we could discuss," He pauses, pointing to you with his gloved hand. "<<print $him.toUpperFirst()>>." Your mother's frown deepens, until it turns into a scowl. The silence and persistent stares last for a long period of time before you are sent outside, waiting on a small bench for your mother to return to your side. You waited. Staring down at your legs as you draw bored circles on the soil underneath your feet. You waited... waited. And waited... When she finally came out, her head was tilting forward, and her messy $hair hair hid her face so you couldn't see her eyes. Her shoulders were slumped down, and her posture was upsetting. That sight ignited an unsettling fear inside your heart. It charred your chest, as you watched your mother approach. "$name my dear little star," She said, crouching in front of you. She tried to meet your eyes and forced a smile. "People here enjoyed your company and wanted to have you here for a bit longer, What do you think?" The mother who sat in front of you looked as if her soul was sucked out of her inside that room. It was a frightening sight. A traumatising picture that is still haunting you to this day, and your answer is still pinned in your memory.<hr> [[' "No." '|Ch1-1]] [[' "Does mother want me to stay?" '|Ch1-3]] [["I didn't enjoy it much here though."'|Ch1-2]]

It was a simple but tricky answer. Though you failed to realise that as a child or maybe you did but choose to ignore it. Oblivious to the second part, you decided on a definite answer. "No," You replied shortly, to make sure your mother is aware that their feelings weren't appreciated nor returned from your side. You simply don't share the same thoughts. No one here said anything bad to you, they treated you warmly and appropriately, provided you with food, clothes and gifts but it wasn't compelling enough for you. All you wanted was to be with your mother, that's where you found happiness. Because with her even if you had lunch and couldn't afford dinner or when she couldn't pay for a doll you fancied. Or when she shoved her food into your plate claiming to be full when she barely had a spoon full, and then secretly dining on your leftovers. When she brought the toy you so badly wanted as she wore a tenuous coat for the harsh winter. Her efforts to make you happy, and the warmth her hug provided were enough. She always prioritised you. And it was unconditional, all of it. You couldn't say the same about The Academy. Whatever they want from you in exchange for feeding you, is something you are unaware of. You don't care. Your happiness was in what your mother gave you. But you made her cry. Tears filled your mother's eyes and as she chuckled, a few drops wet her cheeks. Her voice trembled as she spoke. "As stubborn and straightforward as you've always been, my little star," She shook her head and the tears away with it. "But $name, don't you want to do great things?" "Great things?" You repeated, your eyes glinting with interest. She nodded, smiling. "Do it for people, the world, me or for yourself if you want. You could always be a little selfish searching for happiness." "Is that important?" Your mother tilted her head, curiously, "What is?" "Is it necessary for me to be able to do great things so I could be happy? I only want to be with you. I'm happy." Your mother froze, staring deep into your eyes. As if questioning herself for a moment, "I want to be with you too, so badly. You believe it, right?" Your mother's voice shook for the first time and it was as if her voice was stuck somewhere deep within her chest, as she tugged at the tears falling helplessly down her cheeks, and you couldn't help but reach for it and wipe them away. Her skin was warm, and soft to the touch. "My Little star." She whispered. There was not a single doubt in her eyes as she spoke next. Your mother told the truth. "It definitely is important."<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.1]]</center>

You tilted your head, curiously. Why would they want to have you here? It's been fun learning about countless different stuff here, knowing about yourself and others. There are a lot of children that resemble you, it makes you feel happy and that you belong somewhere. But still, you prefer to be with your mother. She is where you belong. It's her love and presence that you yearn for. This place is a little too cold for you. Despite the lack of heating devices in your cabin, it was warmer and far more comfortable. It felt like a safe den, one you're desperately yearning to return to. Your mother chuckled fondly at your answer, "It's for $name's good." "For me? Well, that's strange." You cocked your head. "Because I want to be with you." She hums, nodding. Her smile nearly breaks as she shakes her head and the tears away with it, "My little star will be able to do great things." "Really?!" You know of the great things your mother speaks of, from books she read for you. Where the hero always caught the villain and got whatever prize they wanted. Where people listened to those who ruled the land. It was always those in power who did whatever they wanted, sometimes without being questioned. They were great and did great things, therefore they had whatever they wanted for and no one dared take it from them. "And I would be very proud of you," She added, reaching for your freezing cheeks and cupping them in her hands. "I would be proud of you no matter who you choose to become as long as it was your choice, and you're able to decide for yourself without anyone interfering. No one can force you into anything." "I want to be great but I still want to be with you," You tell her, pouting as you reach for her coat. "Me too, my little star but mother wasn't great and so isn't able to choose for herself…I failed you. I am a bad parent. I..." Your mother's voice trembled for the first time, as she reached for the tears falling helplessly from her eyes. "That's not true." You cried, hurrying to hug your mother to comfort her just like she has always done for you. "I love you." "Me too, me too." She said, patting your back.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.1]]</center>

Your mother looked startled at your sudden question. Yet, she knew it was out of sheer curiosity. You stared back at her, patiently waiting for a reply and oblivious to any pain you may have caused. Until your mother broke into a sigh, reaching for your hands to hold them into hers. "No," She shook her head, tears filling her eyes but she was able to hold them in as she took a deep breath for support. "But, it's what's best for you, my little star. And mama would always want the best for you." "Why does mama think that? I want to be with you. I want to choose what's best for me!" "You may not understand it now but as a parent, your mama is responsible for making some decisions for you. Some which may not be so great because I may have not had other options. But know-" She pauses, squeezing your tiny hands and meeting your eyes with her uncertain ones. "Know that it was what I thought would be the best, that if I could I would give you anything you wanted...because mama only holds $name's best interest in her heart, only my little star occupies my soul, thoughts and heart. A part of me, $he is." "Then take me with you," You whine, leaning closer to hug her and she welcomes you with open arms. "I want to, I really want to," Your mother's voice trembled for the first time, as she reached for the tears falling helplessly from her eyes but still held onto you so you wouldn't fall from her embrace.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.1]]</center>

<<if $open is "true">>You quickly snatch the letter, and hastily flip it in your hands. As you stare at it, your face slowly drains of all color before you freeze completely. <<else>>It's not like the envelope would run away if you had your fill of food first. You can't read on an empty stomach anyway, and you wouldn't be able to focus on the letters. With that in mind, you settle on your chair, facing your now dull and unappetizing soup. The steam has long since evaporated into the cold air. The soup is not cold nor is it hot. It's edible. Though you are not going to complain as you just want something to calm your hunger. You dig in, dipping your spoon into the thick soup until your bowel is emptied and only crumbs are left of the lofty bread. When you're finally done, you reach for the letter laying in front of you. Your hand hovers in the air as you stare at it, freezing completely.<<fair_plus $cautious -5>><</if>><hr> <center>[[THE TRAGEDY.|Chapter1]]</center> <<if $gender is "miss">> <<set $he to "she", $his to "her", $him to "her", $hiss to "hers", $himself to "herself", $sir to "miss", $boy to "girl", $son to "daughter", $brother to "sister", $prince to "princess", $lad to "lass">> <<elseif $gender is "sir">> <<set $he to "he", $his to "his", $him to "him", $hiss to "his", $himself to "himself", $sir to "sir", $boy to "boy", $son to "son", $brother to "brother", $prince to "prince", $lad to "lad">> <</if>>

You whined loudly and cried when your mother said you couldn't buy the same fur coat as the rest of the village children because your little family couldn't afford it. And when she scolded you for taking money meant for your next meal to buy a new flower pot, so you had to dine with bread moistened in water. Honestly? It tasted like nothing but it filled your stomach. Yet, you couldn't cry as she spoke now, could you? You really wanted to, but felt extremely guilty and didn't want your mother to feel more anguish than she did now for abandoning her child, for leaving her little star. You wanted her to think that you were not as affected, that you were partially fine with it. Because you could see it, in her eyes. That if she could, she would change things. She didn't want to leave you here, but couldn't do anything about it. Was it because your mother wasn't able to do great things? And so had no right to make certain decisions for herself? What did that mean to you as a child? To realise that people like you are powerless in that way. As tiny as you were, your hands slipped away from your mother's safe hold. Letting go of her willingly. You had to let go of something, someone so dear to your heart because someone else decided that for her, for both of you. Someone who thinks they can control and interfere with others' lives as they wish...because they could do// great things. Because they were great.//<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Chh1.1]]</center>

Once again. Days and Weeks passed. Then months and years. Six years or was it ten? Maybe more, you don't remember. You watched children who came before you leave, but you stayed. Every time you asked about your mother. Your guardians replied with vague answers. //It isn't time yet...There is more for you to learn...It is still too early for you… Then it turned into; quit asking, please...We don't know.// Those were no replies. You remember the day you sat next to Darya, the girl that approached you during your first years here. She kept chasing you around and you ended up as an infamous pair. The cat and $his tail, they called you. You were practising the spells you learnt that day together when Darya leaned over to start yet another conversation. "$name," Darya called your name continuously, and only opted to ask her question when you looked her way. "Don't you think it's odd?" "What is?" You asked her, focusing back on your task. The faster you learn and the better you become, the sooner your mother would come to fetch you. That's what your educators told you. "People come and leave. Yet, they never seem to allow some of us to. It's not like I personally wish to do so." She says, her eyes following the purple waves your hands craft as she secure her brown curly mane into a tight bun. "Others like me don't have anyone to wait for anyway, so we don't care. But for instance, you are always brushed off whenever you ask about quitting."<hr> [[' "Just say it. What are you on about, Darya?" '|Ch1.3][$Choice1 to "true"]] [[' "Why is it odd? It just means we need to work harder to be released sooner." '|Ch1.3][$Choice1 to "false"]] [[' "Maybe but that is irrelevant, Darya. Let us just continue our lesson." '|Ch1.3]]

<<if $Choice1 is "true">>"Just say it." You blurt out, frustrated by her complicated speech. "What are you on about, Darya?" She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "Always the impatient soul. Be kind." Then she loosens her grip, to inspect the room before leaning over to whisper. "Anyway, there's something they are hiding from us, and you. We may have something they want that others don't."<<elseif $Choice1 is "false">>Your brows furrow. "Why is it odd? It just means we need to work harder to be released sooner." "No," She retorts firmly. Her amused expression twists into a sour one, as she inspects the room before leaning over to whisper. "We have something they want, //really// bad."<<else>>"Maybe," You shrug, shifting your attention back to your task. "But that's irrelevant, Darya. Let's just continue our lesson." "What's irrelevant, you dumbass." She hisses softly, her eyes run over the room quickly like a reptile's before grabbing your arm and leaning over to whisper. "They may never let you out ever again, we have something they want."<</if>> Your hands movements cease to a stop and your attention shifts completely to her. If Darya is saying this then that means she knows something and that can never be good, because her 'ways' of acquiring information are too perfect and precise but sneered at by others, especially your guardians. They don't like it. Though, you do find it alluring and curious. You raise a sceptical brow, "And that is?" "I don't know," She answers, shaking her head. "But they won't let us leave. They will never because we are special in a cursed way." Her words strike your head like thunder. //Never.// "How would you know that?" "I heard our guardians talk about it. Said that we are improving faster than the rest and that we will stay here permanently. They need us, I don't know what for but they do."<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.4]]</center>

//Never. Stay here. Forever. They won't let us leave.// These are the only words that echo inside your mind as you run, as far away as you could from that place. It was Darya who helped you escape. //"Follow me. I know of a way out of here. After all, I've been here since I was a little child and I'm a curious one as you know."// //"You have something to look out for out of there. I don't."// Were the last words she spoke, and with a hesitant smile she pushed you out of the building into a deserted road. You memorized the path your mother took to get here as clearly as you do your name. It was hard to find it at first but once you found your way to the main path. You ran. For hours, days and weeks. You ran. When you arrived at the old village of Doeray, it was night. The village streets were empty as you stood in front of the cottage you once used to live in with your mother. No. What cottage? The ruins of the cottage that you grew up in. You look down at your barefoot, covered in mud and dirt. <span class="purple">You raise your shaky frail hands to your face, purple dust leaking from your fingertips. It glows, illuminating your path in the cold eerie night. The aether seeps into your eyes.// A cursed purple.//</span> //You Scream.//<hr> <center>[[Wake up.|Ch1.5]]</center>

<<link 'The Crown'>><<dialog 'PEOPLE'>><span class="mc">The Crown</span> is the term used to refer to the King or Queen of Ramla. They are the immediate authority in the kingdom, and are assisted by a council of governors. <span class="purple">//[Read more on ''CODEX'']//.</span> <<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>><</dialog>><</link>> is the reason behind it all. Everything crumpled down when they sent that letter. Your life fell over, like a building in ashes. It only left ruins. It was all //their fault//. They made you //this.// The emotions swirling inside you are what bothers you the most. The could have and haven't. The should and shouldn't. It was hard enough for you to run from the constant nightmares that haunt you persistently. The agony you felt was unbearable, you had suffered for so long from these monsters. You may forget and live for a few days, weeks, months, years even but it's always back to hunt you. You've always known it would live inside you forever, lurking somewhere deep within you. But not to be awakened ever again. The monster should remain slumbering. Dead. The memories this envelope has brought with it are vivid in your mind. It left a deep scar that your conscious mind kept on resisting and ignoring. Shoved it down into a dark abyss and locked it shut. You tried all sorts of ways to avoid remembering it and you were getting better at it. Truly. You were. Now, you could see it happening all again, replaying in your memory in the form of sequential scenes. The Crown. They are doing it again. Another letter. Another summoning. Another...You don't know. How did they know? You fled and thought it was over when you disappeared. Weren't you just one of many? Why would they remember you //now?// Your unsteady hand hovers over the letter as sweat moistens your palms. No matter how lavishly decorated it looks. It still disgusts you. It's suffocating enough seeing it laying on your table, reminding you of your fate. That it is too late, too late. It was overdue when you took it into your hands. You've received the letter and can't withdraw your deed now, can't pretend to have missed it. And no matter its content, your fate is sealed to it. You breathe roughly, running your fingers on the golden envelope, sealed with The Crown's gold stamp.// Ugly. Hideous.// Not bearing any patience to wait any longer, you take a deep breath and open it at once. Your heart vibrates as you read the next words.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Letter]]</center> <<set $a1 to "true">> <<notify 5s>> ''//CODEX//'' UPDATED.<</notify>>

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Sighing, you tuck it back into the cloth and begin packing your stuff to depart tomorrow.<hr> <center>''[[The carriage.|Ch1.9]]''</center>

You sit on your chair, staring at the golden envelope placed in front of you. Half an hour later...an hour. //hours//. It all makes sense now. This colour. This signature. This seal. It's gold wax. Gold leaf. The money you'll get from selling it would support you for three years or more, depending on your negotiating skills. This cursed signature you wished to never see again. The golden envelope that could never be mistaken for anything but...to signify the color of Tirav royalty.<hr> <center>''[[NEXT.|Ch1]]''</center>

<span class="prologue1">[[CHAPTER 1: THREAD OF FATE.|Ch001]]</span>

Your thoughts drifted away after reading each and every sentence, repetitively. Trying to decipher the tone and meaning behind their words. But you'll never know. //Never.// And one of //ours?// What does that even mean? You are not one of them, //not anymore//. You gulp to ease up your dry throat but it doesn't help. //You need water, water.// //Oh right! It's right next to you//. Your shaky hands grab hold of the clay goblet, spilling half of it in the process but what remains of it manages to cool your sore throat as you gulp it down ravishly. You ease up your grip on your other hand as you look down at the crushed letter inside your palm. After all these years, they haven't forgotten about you. Wait...You may be fortunate enough this time around and they could have not figured out who you //actually// are, otherwise, why would they send you a letter. Crown Zahiya died and the new Crown has no reason to look for you. She better not try, she knows your temper very well. Looking at it again, this appears like an ordinary letter. The Crown is just showing their concern for one of theirs. They are only fulfilling their duty and following their vows to protect Mystics, plus they have never hinted to recognizing you or anything of the sort. They believe you are but an ordinary Mystic trying to live peacefully when the villagers are disturbing your ordinary life.<hr> <center>[[It is possible... |Chh1.6]]</center>

Planting both hands on the table for support, you stand up and walk toward your bed. You don't even know for how long you stood there, just blankly staring into the void before you finally crouched down to your knees, and reached a hand under the bed. You pull out a big wrapped piece of cloth and untie it to reveal a <<link 'bernous'>> <<dialog 'CODEX'>>\ A <span class="mc">Bernous</span> or bournous is a slevless and hooded cloak. A piece of cloth native to Ramla. It was originally made by Moon Witches in the past to protect them from the cold and freezing climate in their homeland. And when it spread, people began to make different versions so that they could wear it in all climates. Moon Witches used rare and unique materials, which are different from what humans use to make it nowdays.<span class="purple"> //(Search for bernous samples in couture sites, pinterest or google).//</span> <<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>><</dialog>><</link>> folded neatly inside it. It's nothing extravagant, yours is a long dark blue silk cloak with a pointed hood and a black tassel. It fits you perfectly since you're of <<nobr>><<cycle "$height" autoselect>> <<option "short">> <<option "average">> <<option "tall">> <</cycle>><</nobr>><svg width="20" height="15" viewBox="0 0 24 24" fill="none" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg"><path d="M13.1459 11.0499L12.9716 9.05752L15.3462 8.84977C14.4471 7.98322 13.2242 7.4503 11.8769 7.4503C9.11547 7.4503 6.87689 9.68888 6.87689 12.4503C6.87689 15.2117 9.11547 17.4503 11.8769 17.4503C13.6977 17.4503 15.2911 16.4771 16.1654 15.0224L18.1682 15.5231C17.0301 17.8487 14.6405 19.4503 11.8769 19.4503C8.0109 19.4503 4.87689 16.3163 4.87689 12.4503C4.87689 8.58431 8.0109 5.4503 11.8769 5.4503C13.8233 5.4503 15.5842 6.24474 16.853 7.52706L16.6078 4.72412L18.6002 4.5498L19.1231 10.527L13.1459 11.0499Z" fill="lavender" /></svg> stature. It was a gift from your mother. Still, she made it so you'd wear it when you became a proper adult Witch, and yet you never had the opportunity to. You never could... Even when you knew well that she saved as much money as she could for three years to buy a roll of silk fabric, and apologized while heaving a pained expression for not being able to add gold threads to your bernous and could only afford silver. Even though silver was just as expensive as silk in Doeray. Your dear mother also used quite a few expansive jewelleries she had inherited from your late grandmother.<hr> [[You hated the sight of it. It reminded you of your supposed hometown, Tirav. You weren't born there but it was known as The City of Witches. Or rather the city where Witches are a little more welcome. Because, when you do get side eyes at times, you are never as heavily bullied. Still, it's the city you never wanted to return to. Never.|Ch1.8]] [[It was too precious for you to dare wear. You were afraid it would be sullied, cut or stolen. You could never do that to something so lovely, an item too close to your heart. It has all the blood, sweat and tears your mother shed to make it.|Ch1.8]] [[You'd probably stand out like a sore thumb if you wore it anywhere in east Ifran, as it was made of silk which is as precious and expensive as ruby jewels. You'd have attracted the attention of not only the regular folks but greedy thieves alike.|Ch1.8]] <<set $l4 to "true">>

"Is this the only one?" Refe⎯the coachman⎯asks as you pass him your bag and you nod. He opens the door to the carriage for you before heading for his seat, on the horseback. You look down at the attire under your cloak. You'd hate to stand out and so choose a Tirav clothing to easily blend in with the crowd.<hr> [[A sleeveless shirt, a sherwal cut on the sides and a pair of laced sandals.|Ch1.10][$clothes to "1"]] [[A purple gandora with the sleeves's hems and neckline embroidered in complicated patterns and silver thread. The dress is paired with a balgha. It's light and comfortable.|Ch1.10][$clothes to "2"]] [[A white shirt with lantern sleeves that has floral embroidery on the cuffs. Matched with a skirt and high leather boots.|Ch1.10][$clothes to "3"]] [[A knee length tunic cut on the side to reveal black pants. Paired with sandals.|Ch1.10][$clothes to "4"]]

You brush your hands on your attire and step inside the carriage. Despite its old age, the cart is surprisingly well maintained. Refe has been using this very carriage ever since you could remember. You always knew him as the village carrier but only got the chance to ride with him when your mother took you to Tirav. The cushion pads are honestly quite comfortable and a nice change from the usual hard seats. It's not lavishly decorated inside or anything, but Refe keeps it clean and tidy. It's as good as you'll find for a cheap ride. "We shall depart, Refe." You call for him once you've settled inside. "Aye, $name." He salutes, tapping his leather hat. And your trip begins as the beast drags the carriage forward. You sigh, leaning on the door as you cup your chin with your hand. Your mind drifts away as you watch the trees pass by from the window glass. You are reflected on the window glass. <<nobr>>You stare at the window, running a hand over your face and tracing your <<cycle "$ufeature" autoselect>> <<option "moles">> <<option "vitiligo">> <<option "freckles">> <<option "birthmark">> <</cycle>><</nobr>>.<svg width="20" height="15" viewBox="0 0 24 24" fill="none" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg"><path d="M13.1459 11.0499L12.9716 9.05752L15.3462 8.84977C14.4471 7.98322 13.2242 7.4503 11.8769 7.4503C9.11547 7.4503 6.87689 9.68888 6.87689 12.4503C6.87689 15.2117 9.11547 17.4503 11.8769 17.4503C13.6977 17.4503 15.2911 16.4771 16.1654 15.0224L18.1682 15.5231C17.0301 17.8487 14.6405 19.4503 11.8769 19.4503C8.0109 19.4503 4.87689 16.3163 4.87689 12.4503C4.87689 8.58431 8.0109 5.4503 11.8769 5.4503C13.8233 5.4503 15.5842 6.24474 16.853 7.52706L16.6078 4.72412L18.6002 4.5498L19.1231 10.527L13.1459 11.0499Z" fill="lavender" /></svg> You don't know how long you'd be staying in the capital and readied everything appropriately in case it would be a long visit. Though you made sure to pack reasonably not to attract attention, since you'd hate to be on a thief's menu the moment you set foot in Tirav. For your cabin's protection, you've casted a few shielding spells and traps to secure it from any potential harm or //intruders.// If you end up staying too long in the capital then Rael may come back and not find you, it won't be the first time but he'd probably be worried.<hr> [[You made sure to leave a letter, telling him to not worry and patiently wait for you to return.|Ch1.10.][$letter to "yes"]] [[It's alright, it happened before and it was fine. He did ask you to tell him beforehand next time but you don't owe him anything. He does the same thing himself anyway.|Ch1.10.][$letter to "no"]] <<if $clothes is "1">><<set $shoes to "sandals">><<elseif $clothes is "2">><<set $shoes to "balgha">><<elseif $clothes is "3">><<set $shoes to "boots">><<elseif $clothes is "4">><<set $shoes to "sandals">><</if>>

<<if ndef $PassageNo>><<set $PassageNo = 1>><</if>><<switch $PassageNo>><<case 1>> Your eyes snap open as you are awakened by the sound of rattling wheels and howling wind. That dream again, huh. Or is it a nightmare, you wonder. It's almost laughable really because you enjoy it as much as you hate it. On one hand it serves as a connection to your deceased mother. The only thing you have to cling to her person. On the other hand...It makes you think, and you hate thinking. Especially not about your past or to delve deeper into your abyss. You really don't want to know about yourself more than you do. It's peaceful this way. Serene. You tilt your head to the side peering from the carriage window. The earth path is shaded by a long line of trees and a few passing travellers on the otherwise empty road. It's the Night forest after all, there won't be many people willing to delve into dangerous areas such as this one. Fortunately, beasts activity declines greatly in this part of the forest during spring, and while most people stay away and prefer to be carefull, others aren't even aware of that fact.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.12][$PassageNo = $PassageNo + 1]]</center><<case 2>> It has been a day since your departure from Doeray. Apparently, Refe chose to take the Daly river road, but since you're heading north you'd need to pass by the outskirts of Hiwa town, which is unfortunately rumoured to be the ideal bandit hideout. Hopefully, you won't encounter any issues since it's the windy season and bandits are also decreasing because of the unstable weather, with less travellers on the road to rob. Still, it's a precarious path.<hr> [[You don't ask him. He knows what he is doing.|Ch1.13][$askR to "false"]] [[Ask Refe about it|Ch1.13][$askR to "true"]]<</switch>>

<<if $askR is "false">><<fair_plus "$stoic" +10>> You should not ask him. Refe knows better as he travels more often, and it won't be a challenge dealing with the bandits either anyway. You'd take care of them if anything. <<include "Ch1.15">><<elseif $askR is "true">>"Sayed Refe, Is this road safe?" You ask, tilting your head to glimpse at him from the carriage's window. "I wouldn't call it safe," He says, focusing on the road ahead. "Hiwa is quite the...miserable town, and bandits are always seen circling the outskirts. There's a rumour that they even took over the town." "If that's so, then why are we passing through it?" "The Order has received word to close all roads leading to Tirav, except for Daly Lake and The great port." "And? Do you happen to know the reason behind such a decree?" You ask, leaning on your elbow. You've known Refe since you've been a little child running around the fields of Doeray, and if there's one thing you know about him and his fellow coachmen is that they gather gossip as fast as The Palace's charladies. Refe is a charming persona, always the one ready for a telling and enjoying random conversation with strangers. And although the villagers sometimes treat him like an insane louse for choosing to interact with you⎯⎯//The Witch//. You could say that he is one pretty clever old man. Refe seemed to be gathering his thoughts, leaning back against the window as he gazed at the road ahead. "Word is that The Order had direct orders from their General to close the roads because of the alarming rise of revolutionary groups. Even Governor Rena Giovatt has been cautious in the last three to four months. He is very worried for The Crown." You cock your head, probing his words. You can't help but find the idea to be utterly absurd. The Crown chose to close //every// possible route leading to them except for the biggest ones, certainly for trading and keeping the coins flowing into the treasury. Though, the city business will be affected nonetheless, it will certainly suffer huge losses. They are endangering the Kingdom's economy only because of a few arising revolutionary acts. That doesn't make sense to you, it's either The Crown has become dangerously paranoid or there's more to the issue than meets the eye. You'd better get Refe to keep talking, that'll provide you with more information about the situation. What if it involves you, something to do with why you were summoned. It can't be a coincidence if the two events align, could it? You open the carriage curtains, shooing the wandering little insect away from the window to lean on it. "It is not anything unusual though? Rebellious groups are always on the rise and resurfacing constantly. They are like bugs, you are not done with exterminating one until yet another appears out of nowhere." Refe shrugs, "It must be a pressing issue for them. The Council has been awfully paranoid, reinforcing control over inspections, surveillance operations, and limiting entry and exit movements." "What about travellers, traders and merchants?" You ask, furrowing your brows. "Everyone within this province's soil will be compelled to pass through Dally river, it's after all the only //open// route in Tirav and it's quite dangerous as of now." You suck in a frustrated breath as you throw your hand in the air. "There's no way everyone will be safe, The Order should send their soldiers to Hiwa for inspection and do something about the bandits, to protect innocent people-" "They didn't before and they won't now, $lad," Refe says as he cuts through your words with a flat tone. He pulls an apple from his coat's inner pocket and wipe it on his shaggy pants, taking a bite then adds. "Listen, $name. My neighbours were robbed yesterday, do you think I care?"<hr> [[' "No." '|Ch1.14][$Cho1 to "true"]] [[You don't answer.|Ch1.14][$Cho1 to "false"]] [[' "You are apathetic." '|Ch1.14][$Cho1 to "yes"]] <</if>>

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<<if $Cho1 is "true">>"No," You state. It's not out of annoyance, but you are simply interpreting what you see as you turn to look out of the window, with a bored look. "Correct," Refe mutters, munching on his fruit. He seems to notice his message has gotten across. It's clear as day. You know the answer to his question and you have an even clearer answer to yours now, albeit a little late. There is no gain in reprimanding him or particularly them, because The Order doesn't care. You know, you knew that much and can't even figure why you bothered in the first place. In fact, bandits there may help the Order's purpose of arresting the rebels. Travellers? They be damned.<<fair_plus "$cold" +20>><<elseif $Cho1 is "false">>You choose not to answer, turning to look out of the window. You know the answer to his question and have an even clearer answer to yours. The Order doesn't care. In fact, bandits there may help in their mission of arresting the rebels. Travellers? They be damned. Everyone to themselves, right? You knew that much and can't even figure out why you bothered in the first place. The sad truth. You scoff. "Exactly," Refe says, chuckling with his mouth dripping of apple juice. It seems your prolonged silence was enough for the old man to read your mind and figure out your train of thoughts. "I knew you were a clever one."<<fair_plus "$stoic" +10>><<else>>"That's cruel," You bark, stomping your foot on the carriage wall in front of you. It's satisfying and feels like you've just kicked Refe's ass. "You are apathetic." "No," Refe replies, biting into his apple, unflinching. "You are naive. And watch your foot if you don't want to pay for the damage it may cause." "I don't know why you'd say that but if caring for others' well-being is naive then I choose to be just that," You state firmly, keeping a level headed tone. What crazy nonsense is he on about? What would become of this world if literally everyone were to keep to themselves? You'd rather not imagine. "Everyone to themselves. It's great seeing that you still have this side to you after all what happened..." He sighs, tightening his grip on the horse reins, "People like you really do give me faith, hope for this nasty world." Your heart sinks. Refe's words pains you despite knowing he's not the only one with this mentality. It makes you want to comfort him. "We shouldn't lose hope and trust because of the misfortune we face during our road to greatness," You say, watching his tense posture with knitted brows. Then you lean forward hoping to deliver your feelings of comfort as much as you do words, "You shouldn't either, Sayed Refe. It is alright to do it one at a time." He silently nods then with a strained voice lets out, "Thank you." You can't see his expression from under his hat as he faces the road forward, but you do hope your words and feelings reach him even if it was for a brief moment. You'd hate to know he's still hurting from whatever happened to him in the past or is still paining him.<<fair_plus "$cold" -10>><</if>><hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.15]]</center>

<span class="MC">//Welcome dear reader! Please choose your appearance and other possible preliminary customisations. ''[There will be more as you progress in game.]''// ''WARNING'': //Skipping this part will randomise your MC preliminary customisation.// <<button "YOU">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("MC."); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Customization").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>><hr> MC's APPEARANCE: <<button "APPEARANCE">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("APPEARANCE."); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("You").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>></span><hr> <center>[[NEXT.|CONFIRM]]</center>

<div style="font-family: 'Yeon Sung', cursive;font-size: 27px;color: #F79D5C;"><center>''◈$name $lname◈''</center></div><hr> <span class="mc"><center><strong>◈YOUR INVENTORY◈</strong></center></span><div class="container"><span class="Intro0"><<button "INVENTORY.">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("INVENTORY."); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("INVENTORY").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</button>></span></div><hr> <span class="mc"><center>◈Describtion◈</center></span>You have $hairt $hair hair, $eye eyes and $skin glossy skin inherited from your Witch ancetors. $name $lname a Witch of $height stature. You've a tattoo of a $tattoo. <<if $clothes is "1">>You currently wear a sleeveless shirt and a sherwal cut on the sides and a pair of laced sandals. It's airy and feels nice.<<elseif $clothes is "2">>You currently wear a purple gandora with the sleeves's hems and neckline embroidered in complicated patterns and silver thread. The dress is paired with a balgha. It's light and comfortable.<<elseif $clothes is "3">>You currently wear a white shirt with lantern sleeves that has floral embroidery made with blue and red threads on the cuffs, it's matched with a skirt and high leather boots. You'd rather something fancy and pretty today.<<elseif $clothes is "4">>You currently wear a knee length robe cut on the side to reveal pants which is paired with sandals.<</if>><hr> <center>[[STATS]]</center> <center>[[RETURN TO GAME|$return]]</center>

Hair Color <<listbox "$hair" autoselect>> <<option "black">> <<option "brown">> <<option "blonde">> <<option "orange">> <<option "silver">> <<option "caramel">> <<option "copper">> <<option "auburn">> <<option "white">> <</listbox>> Hair Texture <<listbox "$hairt" autoselect>> <<option "kinky">> <<option "coily">> <<option "curly">> <<option "loosely curled">> <<option "wavy">> <<option "straight">> <</listbox>> Hair Length <<listbox "$hairl" autoselect>> <<option "shaved">> <<option "short">> <<option "chin-length">> <<option "shoulder-length">> <<option "waist-length">> <<option "hips-length">> <</listbox>> Skin Color <<listbox "$skin" autoselect>> <<option "ebony brown">> <<option "umber">> <<option "sepia">> <<option "brown">> <<option "bronze">> <<option "olive">> <<option "sienna">> <<option "beige">> <<option "ivory">> <<option "porcelain">> <</listbox>> Eye Color <<listbox "$eye" autoselect>> <<option "dark brown">> <<option "brown">> <<optiom "golden">> <<option "green">> <<option "blue">> <<option "hazel">> <<option "grey">> <<option "amber">> <</listbox>><hr> <<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>>

It is a bumpy ride to the capital and the road hasn't been generous to you, metaphorically speaking. You've long since come out of the tree-lined path and reached Hiwa's outskirts. Being surrounded by fields brings back familiar distinct emotions. Your village was thriving with farms and fields of herbs and wheat, it was a natural beauty. It still is. The only thing that changed is that it's not //your village// anymore, you don't belong there. However, you can't help but notice that in comparison, this place is...dead. The fields, shacks, roads and even the air. It is vacant of life. No creatures lurking around, humans or beasts alike. No one. Nothing. You've heard that bandits would usually set their camps around here but even those are missing. "Do you think they are hiding somewhere?" You ask Refe as your eyes run cautiously around the area. "I don't think so," Refe replies, following your line of sight. "There is no purpose to that when people are aware of the bandits living here, so anyone passing by is either ready to provide a treat or...fight for it," He nods in the direction of an empty old tent behind a tall bulky tree. It has been damaged by beasts and wrecked by the wind, "I would say the bandits have long since left the area, surprisingly the town is usually far more vigorous when they are present." You suppress the urge to ask him how he came to know that and instead assume he has travelled through here enough times to be curious and enter the town.<hr> [[' "Well, that is suspicious." '|Ch1.16][$cho2 to "true"]] [[' "It is the best decision they took." '|Ch1.16][$cho2 to "false"]] [[You hum, indifferently.|Ch1.16]]

<<if $cho2 is "true">> "For them to leave during a time their⎯uhm, how to call it?⎯business is supposed to be thriving is nothing but suspicious." You conclude. "Why would they leave when staying would be the most logical choice? I mean, all roads are closed, compelling almost everyone to pass through this one. Moreover, the capital has a thriving economy and is mostly visited by traders, merchants and mercenaries. Those would more likely trade stuff or pay a fee." Refe slowly bob his head from one side to the other. "That seems about right but don't forget that there's a critical number of people who'd rather fight for their bread than to give it up. Oh! And let me tell you that some of those who even these bandits know very well they can't stand a chance against. Then they would be losing more than they gain." You nod. "That's a fair point." Refe laughs at your lack of interest. "Don't worry, they must have probably guessed as much and relocated somewhere else or who knows maybe someone has done us a favour and exterminated them." <<set $wit to Math.clamp($wit + 10, 0, 100)>><<elseif $cho2 is "false">> "Those bastards. It was one wise decision." You scoff. "Since this road is the only currently open one, a risky amount of dangerous people will begin passing through here. These bandits won't stand a chance, and their camp will be wiped out within days," You conclude, studying your surroundings. "They are just a bunch of amateurs." They wouldn't have given up their spot that easily if they weren't. "Amateurs? that I doubt. they weren't reckless but wise enough to come to a rational decision. No matter how much of great fighters they are staying here just means they would take more than they could chew." Refe says, "And you're right, I for one would rather fight for my bread. The bandits must have relocated somewhere else." You nod, "Sure, they did."<<set $perception to Math.clamp($perception + 10, 0, 100)>><<else>>You don't really care as long as the road is open for you to pass through. It just means less trouble for you. Afterall, it's enough hassle for you to travel all the way to the capital to meet The Crown.<<fair_plus $cold +10>><</if>><hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.17]]</center>

You do believe the way from your town to the capital to be a long trip, it's been about a few hours since you got out of Hiwa without trouble, and you can already see glimpses of The Undergound gates on the other side of The Wing bridge. El Bab as usual is wide open and surrounded by The Hand's white ants. <<if $askR is "true">>You grimace, glaring at the wall separating Refe's seat from yours. "I thought you said it's The Order that's closing the roads. Not The Order //and// The Hand." "You're not fond of either anyway, and the former more so than the latter." Refe scoffs, and you see him shrug from the little gap. "I have no idea as to why The Hand is getting involved but I guess they are monitoring The Oder's movements. You know they cannot let them do whatever they want, especially after all the strict measures they took to protect the queen, it reflected purely on Tirav, and some other lands which rely on the capital to transport their goods." "Do you think they intervened for that reason?" "Evidently, The Hand's priority is to protect the kingdom, so I can't imagine how The Council allowed the order to do all they did." "Because what you fail to see is that even The Council and its Hand seem to prioritise their Crown more than Ramla." "If we think about it." Refe hums in a low tone, and you groan as the carriage start shaking from the rockety road. "Protecting The Crown is protecting Ramla." "Yeah" You mutter half-hearted, and roll your eyes as you slump back into your seat. "And I will still say that this claimed //concern// is them being extreme. There's something suspicius going on." <<if $Cho1 is "yes">> He laughs. "Weren't you the one lecturing me about hope and the greater good." "It's different." You groan, crossing your arms. "Some of us are just hopeless." "Uhm, if you say so. I think you know more than I do about these stuff, considering... whatever."<<else>>He shrugs and nods to himself. "I think you know more than I do about these stuff, considering... considering you were once involved with them."<</if>><<elseif $askR is "false">>You frown, eying their troops. "What's happening here?" "Oh! That." You see Refe tilts his head to the side from the gap. "The order and The Hand, according to what I heard there are some revolt uprising in the kingdom. Most roads leading to the capital were closed, leaving only Daly lake and The great port. And seeing from the crowd ahead it must be true. The Order and The Hand are also sending their troops at the gates for inspection." You wince and roll your eyes. "I see." Refe shoulders shakes as he laugh heartily. "Not so fond of them, are you?" "Nope."<</if>> Silence prevails as you turn to take in the sight beyond. It is nothing but breathtaking. There's a long line ahead of you that you can't even see where it ends but can certainly guess, it's akin to an ant colony marching toward its den. The road leading to the bridge is usually less crowded with people, carts and carriages heaved by beasts. Still, seeing how it is now with your own two eyes, you'd assume that the rumours circulating Ramla may have some truth to them.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.17.]]</center>

<<if $Cho3 is "1">>You look the General straight in the eyes and grin. "Good morning to you too, Sire." You greet, in a joyous tone. The General's gaze drifts to you. Her furrowed brows sink deeper between her eyes. "ID." She repeats, ignoring your taunt. What a let down. Not fun this one. Seems like she doesn't plan to walk into your little trap. You feign pouting and then grins michievously as you pass her the letter you received from The Crown instead of your ID.<<fair_plus "$stoic" -10>><<elseif $Cho3 is "2">>Your eyes follow the General's gaze, lifting your brow as you stare at Refe who's currently humming with his hands, clutching the horse's reins resting on his lap as his eyes wander around the place aimlessly. "Is something wrong with my coachman?" You inquire, gaze still fixated on the old man. The startled General turns to you, her eyes wide open. It's as if she's shocked you'd ask her something like this, or rather //question// her intentions. Your gaze shifts back to her when she doesn't offer an answer. She stands upright with hands pulled behind her back as she stares back at you with a levelled gaze. These ants are fast to reclaim their vanity alright. "It's not about what's wrong," She begins, in a formal not so courteous tone. "It's my job, and I don't even have to explain this much to you." You feel something snap inside your head and you hold back a scoff. The overbearing attitude reminds you of how infuriating they can be. Yet, you've adapted to it. It's bearable. Well, //somewhat// bearable. After all, you've yet to test your patience limits with the ants. The General extends her hand toward you once more. It's a struggle to keep yourself from a retort, but you really don't want to have beef with The Hand as soon as you arrive in Tirav. Swallowing thickly, you pass her the letter you received from The Crown. Instead of your ID.<<fair_plus "$cautious" -10>><<elseif $Cho3 is "3">>You scoff, rolling your eyes not so subtly as you pass her the letter you received from The Crown. Instead of your ID. The General's lip corner twitches slightly at your temperament but doesn't comment on it.<<fair_plus "$sarcastic" +10>><<else>>You purse your lips, struggling to keep yourself from throwing a remark of what you think of her behaviour. Then, you pass her the letter you received from The Crown. Instead of your ID.<<fair_plus "$cautious" +10>><</if>> Even if you hate it. The letter is an important item, for it's an endorsement from the Crown herself. Any individual who has received a Royal letter has full right to use it correspondingly, within the limits permitted by law and inside Tirav's soils. It grants the benefactor limitless privileges, for a month duration. A free pass for a guest of The Crown themselves. The letter would serve as a shield in case you were to tumble into trouble during your visit, and also helps smoothen other procedures like this very one. You wouldn't have to be pushed aside for inspection, just for the sole reason of being a Witch travelling with an old rugged man from town. //What a Suspicious peer.// You are no fool and are certainly aware of its importance. And honestly? You're not above exploiting it to the last drop.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.19]]</center>

<<if ndef $PassageNo>><<set $PassageNo = 1>><</if>><<switch $PassageNo>><<case 1>> The General's narrowed gaze drops down to look at the gold letter you handed her. She looks at it for a second too long with a barren expression. It's hard to discern what she's thinking when her expressions change so quickly. Yet, it takes one single look for her to recognize it's a genuine one, and return it back to you. Must come with experience. "I apologize for the inconvenience that our procedures may have caused you, but we are trying to be throughout, especially during these tough times. I'm sure you'd understand. A guest of The Crown is always welcome in Tirav grounds, please have a safe trip." She says in a monotone voice and steps away from your window, instructing the next carriage to move forward. This General surely is a curious chess piece. Even after receiving the letter, she still held to her previous attitude knowing fully you're a guest of The Crown. Though she did use more...sensitive words. Ones that felt like she was taught to memorise as part of her training. You wonder if her blank expression and overbearing attitude would be the same if she knew you were a Witch. You'd guess not. It'd look worse. The carriage has started moving forward once more and the general has slowly disappeared from your view. [[NEXT.|Ch1.19][$PassageNo = $PassageNo + 1]]<<case 2>> As soon as you pass through The Ground Gate, Refe drops you at the entrance, tells you to take care of yourself and to be wary of strangers, and then instantly takes off. You find yourself with your luggage in your hands, standing alone in front of a massive crowd of pushing, shoving and yelling folks. This place too is still the same as it was years ago. It's the filthiest and darkest part of Tirav. <<link 'The Under City'>><<dialog 'CODEX:PLACES'>><span class="mc">•The UnderCity•</span> This part of Tirav is populated by poor and exiled people. Crime and corruption dominates the streets. It mostly carries orphans and poor people who seek refugee and protection from what's beyond the outer walls of the city or individuals who were exiled by The Coucil. The under part of Tirav and the upper are separated by a massive wall, and a gate. From outside of Tirav, you can only enter The under City through The Ground gate.<span class="purple">//[Read more on ''CODEX:TIRAV'']//</span> <<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>><</dialog>><</link>> This district, despite being a residency area, has a small mobile market of stall vendors and rundown shops. On each side of the streets are; the rectangular shaped clay houses that have flat roofs and visible cracks on the walls with wool rugs hanging over them. Many houses are stuck together while some others sit on top of each other. Long stairs passageways serve as a link between the doorsteps which exhibit a number of flower pots. You frown when you feel a wetness dribble down your cheek. Wondering if it's started to rain and already grimacing at the thought of walking all the way up through it, you pull your hood and look up. A young woman is sticking out of the window gap. The silver bracelets which covered her hand tinkled softly as she tucked a strand of curly chestnut hair behind her ear. She is enjoying her tea while chatting happily to her elderly neighbour who's currently busy hanging laundry on one of the long lines of ropes, attached firmly to lengthy wooden nails sticking out of the houses walls. Time has left its mark on the old man's features. On his long gray hair and fragile bony hands, trembling slightly with each move. The eldery man looks down at you, with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, dear. I got up late today and forgot I had laundry to wash and hang early. I should've known better to avoid such accidents, please do forgive this old man." He smiles, the lines outlined on either side of his mouth indicate that he does so often. The roads are heavily crowded down the streets, and houses here don't include a balcony. Besides, considering the city's circumstances, it wouldn't be odd if someone woke up to their stolen clothing. Your childhood town was safe from thieves, yet you can't say the same for this city. You'd need to be careful, especially in this part. The Under City is surrounded by large walls but no guards to patrol the streets.<hr><<set $loc to "2">>[[' "Don't worry about it, it's fine. Accidents happen." '|Ch1.20][$Cho4 to "1"]] [[' "Alright, be careful next time." '|Ch1.20][$Cho4 to "2"]] [[You grunt, tightening your grip on your hood as you walk away.|Ch1.20]]<</switch>> <<set $ra to "1">>

<<if $Cho4 is "1">><<fair_plus "$cold" -20>>"Oh! Don't worry about it, it's fine. Accidents happen." You say, shaking your head. "Besides, being assaulted by droplets of water is not the worst thing that could happen to me." The poor man admitted and apologised for his mistake, you'd certainly feel bad not to accept such a sincere apology when some people don't even bother to do so. The young woman chuckles. "What a sensible and reasonable person, don't you think so Khaal Adil?" "That I agree with, Sanaa." The elderly man concedes, nodding. You shake your head, the ghost of a smile drawing on your lips. "I thank you for the compliment but it's the truth, there's no need to make a fuss out of something so trivial." Sanaa hums, seeming to be in thought. "Many would beg to differ but I see that you're a generous soul. Please come accompany us for tea whenever, for a lovely person like you is always welcome in our neighbourhood." Adil laughs, nodding in agreement. "I'm sure everyone will adore you." You smile before telling your goodbyes and picking up your pace.<<elseif $Cho4 is "2">><<fair_plus "$cold" -10>>"Alright, be careful next time." You sigh, rubbing your cheek. The old man still holds onto his smile as he says, "I will surely try to do better. Thank you, dear one." "I will be on my way then." You nod, twisting around to stray away from the dripping laundry.<<else>><<fair_plus "$cold" +10>>You grunt, tightening your grip on your hood and ignoring him as you walk away from them. The old man hesitates for a moment before he start shouting after you. "I'm really sorry, please don't be mad. It's not worth ruining your day over. Have a nice day!" You hear his neighbour click her tongue as she says, "Don't mind her, Khaal Adil. Let's just ignore people with no manners like $him." "That's not true, Sanaa. I should've known better not to offend others because of my own ignorance." You roll your eyes. You can't believe she just called you that when it was indeed //their// fault to begin with. Their voices drift away as you continue forward without minding their chattering.<</if>> It's hard trying to recall the streets map you've drawn in your mind a long time ago when it's this crowded. You pause for a moment, looking around for any familiar landmark you'd recognize when you catch a glimpse of a lantern heaving a sign board and attached to the barber's wall at the end of a crossroad. That's it. The road is closed at the end of this street, and for that continuing straight forward would lead you to a neighboorhood with a back alley. It's less crowded since //controversial// deals are more likely to take place there, and people hardly pass through to avoid getting ransacked. If you take a left turn you'd walk into the market district, it has a denser crowd and won't guarantee your pocket chastity but will ensure the safety of your person. You'd be less likely to suddenly vanish in a dark ambiguous alley too.<hr> [[Go through the market. You'd rather be safe than sorry.|C5]] [[Take the back alley route. You can protect yourself.|C6]]

Before you could realise it, your carriage had reached the front gate. A guard, wearing a fully white uniform with gold intricate embroidery on the placket, sleeves and cuffs, slowly approaches and ushers for Refe to halt the carriage and so he does. Her beige silk bernous flapped as the wind blew, revealing an embroidery of a Phoenix on her velvet vest's chest. Dark brown hair was tucked under her pointed hood which is edged with a red tassel. So not a guard but a General. A <<link 'Hand'>><<dialog 'CODEX:ASSOCIATIONS'>><span class="mc">The Hand</span> is the policing presence in Ramla. It has has an excellent reputation, and its lofty goal is to protect its territory and root out evil. They receive their orders from The Council of Governors.<span class="purple">//[Read more on ''CODEX'']//</span> <<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>><</dialog>><</link>> General. //What is a freaking General doing here?// It makes you feel uneasy. After she has spoken to Refe for a brief moment, the General approaches your window. "ID." She demands, extending a hand as she eyes Refe suspiciously. //He literally didn't do anything for her to watch him with that much disdain in her eyes. But it's a rugged old man from outside the capital, who knows what he's up to, right?// //Damned ants. Always with the same paranoid and judgmental mentality.// You roll your eyes internally. The Hand. Their recruits are still as rude as you remember. In all honesty, you've never been too loving of their arrogant and self-centred attitude. They think the world revolves around their Order and Crown, when in fact they are a bunch of Crown underdogs barking for their owner to praise them. And that isn't even the ice of the berg.<hr> [["Good morning to you too." You grin. May as well use the opportunity to pick at the irksome ant.|Ch1.18][$Cho3 to "1"]] [[You lift a brow, "Is something wrong with my coachman?"|Ch1.18][$Cho3 to "2"]] [[You roll your eyes. Not so subtly.|Ch1.18][$Cho3 to "3"]] [[You purse your lips.|Ch1.18][$Cho3 to "true"]]

It's been a long time since you came here. Your thoughts and even your memories are cloudy, you can't remember well how much time you spent here, in this city. But from the short time you've been here، you think...<hr> [[It's a wicked, filthy old city. That's all there's to it.|Ch1.26][$UC to "1"]] [[You'll hold your judgement until you've seen more of it.|Ch1.26][$UC to "2"]] [[To you, it's just like any other place there is, really. You won't be here long enough to care.|Ch1.26][$UC to "3"]] [[It's not so bad. The locals seem nice and you may not have seen much of it so far but despite its bleak and coarse environment. It still has got a special and unusual tinge to it.|Ch1.26][$UC to "4"]]

<center><strong>BANG!BANG!BANG!</strong></center> You are startled when the loud banging of a drum starts to echo in the city streets. The sound is certainly not coming from the Under city, which necessarily means it is erupting from inside the Upper one. "THE GATE SECOND OPENING!" "ENTRANCE CLEARING!" A group of guards from inside the Upper city come scruying forward, descending a few too many steps and creating a wall between the people still in queue and the ones already admitted, such as yourself. Then the guards who were lining up, forming a chain to cover the gate slowly began advancing forward with steady calculated steps, prompting the crowd on top of the stairs, which is made of the admitted folks, to step a couple of stairs down. The sound of the trumpet blew from above the wall, drawing people's eyes upwards. A tall, rugged looking man stands behind the watchtower. He wears The Hand's uniform under his bernous's with a blue tassel on the hood. Must be a Captain. "Listen here, I will not repeat these words of mine twice." He yells. "For starters, don't attempt any foolish act once you pass through these gates. Our Archers-" He points to a long line of hooded figures on top of the wall. "Will be more than inclined to shoot. I would also let you know that any hostility or suspicious actions you are to attempt once inside these sanitary walls will not be taken lightly. Be careful, I warned you." "GUARDS UNFOLD!" At the command, everyone wait patiently as the sect of guards blocking your way begin retreating to opposite sides, clearing the way for the crowd to pass through. Your dislike for The Order aside, you'd admit the ants title really do suit them. They seem to be in ordinance, and following a strict systematic structure. Once the road is cleared, the overflowing crowd push and shove their way inside the city, like prisoners detained in a cell who were sent packing into utopia. You are released into the road leading straight to a public space which was set in the middle of a cross road. You look sideways at the pure white houses extending on each side of the streets and leading to the centre of the Public space. The houses have huge inacrate doors and simple wooden blue windows. They appear to be well maintained and much larger than their precedents from The Under city. People slowly scatter into different areas, the majority taking the roads leading to The Great bazaar or Silvia district. The streets here are much less crowded, refined and nothing sticks to your balgha as you walk the limestone path. This City is certainly not solely for the wealthy to wander, but for people from all different backgrounds. Not for human pleasure but for every existing being, or rather decent beings //who are not blacklisted by The Crown.// That is. However, judging from their clothing, everyone whether a highborn, a merchant or a servant has a proper income to feed and dress decently. A distinct difference from what you've seen in the understreets. <center>[[You run a quick check over the Public space.|K]]</center>

<<fadein 3s>><center><strong>minutes pass.</strong></center><</fadein>> <<fadein 5s>><center><strong>Half an hour.</strong></center><</fadein>> <<fadein 8s>><center><strong>And then an hour.</strong></center><</fadein>> <<fadein 10s>><center><strong>[[AFTER TWO HOURS OF WAITING.|Ch1.27]]</strong></center><</fadein>>

The space had a large ceramic fountain in the middle, decorated in blue geometric patterns. The streets were divided into four sections, each section was a road with a wooden signboard leading to a particular district. Between the roads were numerous buildings, stalls and shops stuck next to each other. Old cultures have left their marks not just on the people, but also on the city itself. Though the law doesn't permit most buildings to be taller than four stories mainly for the sake of maintaining a neat clear view and preserving the natural wild part of the city. The largest buildings are constructed with an emphasis on being unobtrusive and aesthetically pleasing. It fits perfectly, considering the equatorial weather in the north. Still, most buildings are two to three stories tall. It's also quite evident that dark blue, white and crimson red are the dominant shades, as a symbol of The Crown. No matter how much of a nightmare this city was and still is for you, you can't deny that it was a haven for many throughout the years. It has reunited people of all kins, regardless of their background or lineage. Stopped the hate and even the hostility that came with it, as it continued to embrace the people even before The Crown came into existence. Your attention steers to a merchant who started calling in your direction as soon as her eyes landed on you. Her cart, towed by a horse, is set next to the ceramic fountain. It is full of silk, cotton and all different types of cloth materials. "Silky and Milky, you'll not find anything like it even in Kienty!! Buy three and take one for free!!" She calls as if her life depends on it. Seeing that her business is her breadwinner, maybe it does. The merchant's cries lure a crowd of high-borns like a pied piper as she begins to introduce the merchandise she claims are of high quality. It's not uncommon for people around here to get extorted or tricked. After all, this City also has no shortage of thieves and cheaters. Residing in a rich area doesn't insure your pocket safety, but only improves your chances of getting robbed. The guards patrolling and the status of most people means nothing to the dedicated of thieves. One would believe an expensive heavily guarded gem is not an unthinkable risk but a tougher struggle. Whether it's a worthy gamble or not, is not to be argued. The scent of flowers and herbs lingers in the air as you approach a nearby flower shop, set between the end of your road and the one leading to the Silvia district. A man is crouching next to a pot of flowers, caressing its petals with his gloved hands. From the way he holds it so gently, you'd guess he's the owner. From the way he dresses, he must be a foreigner. The flourist notices your gaze and nods with a small smile. Looks like he would fancy a chat. [[Speak to him.|F][$Cho8 to "2"]] [[Ignore him.|F][$Cho8 to "1"]]

<<if $Cho8 is "1">>You nod back just to be polite and avert your gaze away from him, proceeding to examine the environment surrounding the area. [[NEXT.|Y]] <<elseif $Cho8 is "2">>You decide to greet him. There's no harm in giving up a few minutes of your time to chat with the city residents. A handsome young man is a bonus. Oddly enough the intense scent of flowers, roses and soil intensifies the closer you get to him. The man slowly stands to his feet, watching you with a growing boyish grin on his face as you approach. "Good evening," He greets you with a nod. He wears a navy apron over his white dress shirt and mahogany pants. His copper hair cascades down his shoulders in gentle waves. "Good evening to you, sir. It's a great pleasure, please call me $name." You greet him back with a smile of your own. The gentleman removes his gloves and rolls up his sleeves, exposing pale strong arms and long elegant fingers. "A pleasure indeed, miss $name. I'm Sian." He adds, extending a hand. You take it and proceed to ask the obvious. "Are you a foreign?" Sian nods. "That I am." "And does this shop belong to you? Or are you part of the stuff?" He pauses, looking at you for a moment and cocking his head in interest. "Aren't you…a curious one?" "Isn't that why people speak to strangers? Out of curiosity?" A dumbfounded look ascends his face as you seem to stun him into silence, then his lips stretch into a wide grin. "A curious one alright. And to answer your question." He sucks in a breath, tilting his head as if pondering your question before nodding, "I guess it is, you could say that." [[' "What is that supposed to mean?" '|H][$Cho9 to "1"]] [[' "It looks nice. I like it." '|H][$Cho9 to "2"]] [[' "I love nature and greenery. Your flowers are just gorgeous." '|H][$Cho9 to "3"]]<</if>>

<<if $Cho9 is "1">>You stare at him unblinking, "What is that supposed to mean, sir?" "Nothing much." He smiles shaking his head. "I had just recently moved to Tirav to expand my business, but I'm still not sure I'll stay in this part of the City since I'm having some difficulties with the previous owner." "I see, that sounds tough. I hope everything goes well for you." Sian smiles. "Thank you for the encouraging words." You smile back and nod.<<elseif $Cho9 is "2">>"It looks great, I like it." You beam, looking around at the vibrant colors and leafy vines climbing on the shop walls. "That's so nice of you." He follows your gaze, and points with his arm at his shop. "Please come to visit anytime, I would be happy to arrange a bouquet for you. One that would resemble you." You turn to look at him in bewildrment. "That sounds wonderful." "And for you it's for free." He winks. You chuckle. "God knows that free stuff are extremly appealing." "Then this worked well for me." Sian grins. You nod. "Thank you, I will consider it."<<elseif $Cho9 is "3">>"I love nature and greenery, your flowers are beautiful too." You smile, beholding the colorful sight of flowers, roses and leafy green plants. "Do you?" He asks before turning to pull a blue rose from a small bouquet basket that was hanging on the shop wall. "Then, please take one with you." "Oh, no I didn't say that to-" He pushes the rose to your lips and smiles. "It's fine. Take it." You hold it into your hands, gazing at the delicate beauty lovingly. "Thank you, it's nice of you." "No. I'm glad it's to your liking."<</if>> Sian seems like a respectful person from what you've seen so far, you are glad you choose to speak to him. "Oh I forgot to ask but-" You begin but pause, and frown as you glare down at the ground. Would it be rude if you kept bombarding him with questions? But you really want to know where he came from and how could he learn your language quickly, and speak it so fluently. "I wouldn't have said anything if I had known you'd look so troubled," Sian says, looking a bit remorseful. "Please, don't take my prior teasing to heart. I'm glad I've got you interested in me, it's an honour." "No," You shake your head. "It just seems unfair if I keep getting all the answers when you know nothing about me." "Oh! If that's it then it's no problem I really don't mind." Sian acknowledge, with more enthiasism. "But we could make it fair and have a meet up for tea soon. You can visit me anytime, and we could also have some pastries I had recently imported for me from my hometown." "That sounds good, it's so nice of you to offer. I will surely consider it." You smile, pulling your hood over your head. "Then I will be on my way." "Sure," He nods, as he watches you leave. "See you soon." You nod back and take off. "Hopefully." <center>[[NEXT.|Y]]</center>

<<if ndef $PassageNo>><<set $PassageNo = 1>><</if>><<switch $PassageNo>><<case 1>> Farther ahead behind the ceramic well was the road leading to the Great Bazaar, with shops standing on each side of the road. A small bakery and a post office. On the right, the vegetable and fruit shop is set next to the bakery. The best veggies are proudly displayed in large crates in front of the shop. The owner picks up a ripe apple and begins polishing it with a cloth as he wears his best customer service smile for the aged woman approaching his stalls. They share a short greeting and she gently pats his shoulder then turns to appraise the watermelons, rolling, stroking and weighing it before choosing a decent one. Your stomach rumbles loudly. Yet it's not for the sight of fresh produce in front of you but for the heated and savoury scent of the roadside food-stalls and bakery heated scent that just reached your nostrils. Your hunger prosper considerably when a group of people pass by you, happily chattering as they enjoy their beverages and juicy skewers. It's time you had some food too, and you'd better hurry because Inns will be full by the time the sky turns dark and you're already late as is. It's high time you visited the Salvia district. You search for the signboard carved with the Sylvia district syllables which happens to be built between the flower and veggie shops. It is an uphill walk, known for its wonderful view of the ocean. <center>[[The Sylvia District|Y][$PassageNo = $PassageNo + 1]]</center><<case 2>> You walk the broad streets, starting at the long rows of houses. Apparently, it is owned by officers and foreigners who prefer residing in a district which is close to their working place. Meanwhile, it's pretty well known nobles rather inhabit the () and () districts. Still these houses are no less extravagant than an aristocrat's. White, wide and surrounded by high walls for privacy. The carefully carved wooden doors are as large as to literally fit a camel. Once you're on top, you turn your back to stare into the distance from atop the city and catch a glimpse of the horizon turned to shades of orange and red. The ocean is tinted in cobalt blue, with the sun beginning to descend under the water as if it were swimming in it. Satisfied with the sight, you begin walking forward between brothels and Inns carefully searching for a suitable place to stay for the night. Farther downhill is the () district, and you don't plan to go there anytime soon since it's known as The Hand's main office domain. <center>[[NEXT.|g][$PassageNo = 1]]</center><</switch>>

$name $lname has got $hair hair, $skin skin and $eye eyes.<hr> <center>[[No.|Cust]] <center>[[THE GAME.]]</center>

<span class="mc">╰┈➤ [CODEX]</span> <center><<link 'NOTE'>><<dialog 'NOTE'>>You will find that the main terms, characters, and places of the story will have clarifications and definitions in the <span class="purple">CODEX</span>. As for the sub ones, they may not be in the form of a link like the main, but you will still find them in there. <<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>><</dialog>><</link>></center><hr> ➽<<message 'PLACES'>> <span class="relation"><<button "➹RAMLA">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("PLACES"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("RAMLA").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>></span> <span class="relation"><<button "➹DOERAY">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("PLACES"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("DOERAY").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>></span> <span class="relation"><<button "➹TIRAV">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("PLACES"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("TIRAV").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</button>></span><hr> <span class="relation"><<button "➹ANHAR">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("PLACES"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Kingdoms").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>></span><</message>><hr> ➽<<message 'LORE'>> <span class="relation"><<button "➹MYSTICS">><<set $l to "1">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Lore"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Lore").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>></span><</message>><hr> ➽<<message 'COSTUMES'>> <span class="relation"><<button "➹KAFTAN">><<set $l to "2">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Lore"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Lore").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>></span> <span class="relation"><<button "➹BERNOUS">><<set $l to "4">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Lore"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Lore").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>></span><</message>><hr> ➽<<message 'PEOPLE/ASSOCIATIONS'>> <span class="relation"><<button "➹THE CROWN">><<set $a to "1">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("People&Associations"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("People").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>></span> <span class="relation"><<button "➹THE HAND">><<set $a to "2">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("People&Associations"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("People").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>></span> <span class="relation"><<button "➹THE ORDER">><<set $a to "3">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("People&Associations"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("People").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</button>></span><</message>><hr> <center>[[RETURN TO GAME|$return]]</center>

First of all, Thank you dear reader for choosing to check the full content warnings list since the author wouldn't want to cause harm to anyone or be a reason for anyone's distress or pain. Your health matter, you matter. Let's stay safe, everyone. :) Secondly, keep in mind that the list will be updated constatly, and that some elements in <span class="mc">STIGMA</span> which will be listed ahead may cause trauma. The following trigger warnings will be depicted, mentioned or described explictly://(The warnings are not listed in any certain/specific order)// ''•Strong language. •Addiction. •Insects/Bugs •Smoking/Alcohol. •Childhood trauma. •bullying/Kidnapping/Violence. •Verbal/physical abuse. •Primitive/intrusive thoughts. •Self-loathing. •Anxiety. •Blood •Mention of Death. •PTSD. •Possible sexual content.'' <center><<return 'Back to Intro'>></center>

The first part of the first Chapter is over. We hope you enjoyed it. ═════════════════════════════════ //''[CHAPTER 1-2]''// will include but is not limited to the following: ⇢ Rest tired limbs in a luxurious Saloon. ⇢Is there flavor to life if you don't get into trouble? You'll love to taste it, since you're rather tired of the crises flavor. ⇢Introducing 2 other romance options. ⇢Wander the roads of both the Lower and UpperCity. And behold the deadly difference, //all over again.// ⇢Meet a distant cousin, //and// a not so ordinary blood relative. ⇢The Palace has been waiting for your presence, $name. :) ═════════════════════════════════ Thank you for your time, Stay tuned. ''Estimated release time:'' //[February~March]//

<h2>STIGMA:DRAGONFLYꕤ.</h2>

<span class="mc">◈PERSONALITY◈</span> <<opposed_stat "COLD" "KIND" $cold>> <<opposed_stat "STOIC" "PLAYFUL" $stoic>> <<opposed_stat "SARCASTIC" "SERIOUS" $sarcastic>> <<opposed_stat "CUNNING" "HONEST" $cunning>> <<opposed_stat "CAUTIOUS" "IMPLUSIVE" $cautious>><hr> <span class="mc">◈SKILLS◈</span> <span class="statn">◈PERCEPTION◈</span> <progress @value="$perception" max="100"></progress> <span class="statn">◈INTILIGENCE◈</span> <progress @value="$wit" max="100"></progress> <span class="statn">◈VIGOR◈</span> <progress @value="$vigor" max="100"></progress> <span class="statn">◈AGILITY◈</span> <progress @value="$agile" max="100"></progress> <center>[[RETURN|PROFILE]]</center>

<<if $p1 is "true">><span class="mc">RAMLA</span> The Kingdom of Ramla is a moderately sized kingdom that existed more than 580 years in the past. It is rumored that the capital alone is the same size as Barna Kingdom. Ramla is one of the wealthiest and most powerful nations on the continent. Ramla is located in the far north, and has land borders with Yajdi, Nuzha and Sabaa. Offshore it borders Anhar and Zinya to the north and Bahr to the northwest. The entire kingdom is surrounded by walls. Ramla has a huge natural diversity for its strategic location, which made its lands include mountains, plains, desert, seas and coasts. The majority of Ramla's lands are fertile and suitable for cultivation. There are many green oases in the Ramlan desert, as well as extended palm plantations. <<message 'PROFILE'>> ''National cities'': Tirav, Naja, Ifran, Jarda and Hachad. ''Capital'': Tirav. ''Government'': Constitutional Monarchy. ''Demonym'': Ramlan. ''Current Crown'': Tamara Rezky. ''Head of Government'': <<if $Advisor is "true">> The seat is currently occupied by ''//$name $lname//''. <<else>>//The seat is currently empty//.<</if>> <</message>> <<message 'HISTORY'>> Ramla was formed by a group of nomads, who were looking for a place to settle down, as their large numbers continued to grow, and it became difficult for them to move around. And so they had to search for a large land that could accommodate their numbers. The nomads called "Raml" for their skin colour which resemled that of shades of sand, were kind and generous. They worked hard and were exceptionally vigilant. The spirits which occupied the land at the time welcomed Ramlans heartily and gifted their offspring as display of affection. Many of the travelers and those who worked in trade with them have called their land, "The land of peace". People from different places started moving to Ramla, until it became a home for anyone who was lost. A shelter for the deprived, the expelled, the shunned and the exiled. Ramla embraced and guarded everyone. But with time and for some mysterious reasons, the crops of the land began to die, and drought swept the land as famine prevailed. Ramla was dying and withering as time passed but no one could do anything. The spirits disapeared and therefore no answers were given. The arrival of //Janir Rakici// marked the end of the disaster that befell Ramla. The first to begin //The Crown era.//<</message>> <<message 'TERRITORY'>> The kingdom of Ramla consists of five main and major lands; Tirav, Naja, Jarda, Hachad and Ifran. And every land is under the rule and protection of a Bey. El-Bey is appointed by the Council according to several standards, which may it may not include influence, wealth and capabilities. The division of the kingdom did not come about just recently, but was from long ago and it took place since the existence of the spirits in Ramla. It is also rumored that Ramla was divided according to the type of witches that used to settle in the area. For instance, The Moon Witches were inclined toward cold climates, and for this reason their species thrived in western Jarda, where the weather is snowy and frozen.<</message>> <<message 'MILITARY'>> The Hand is the official military service assigned to protect Ramla's borders.<</message>> <<message 'POLITICS'>> Ramla's judicial system consists of the Jarda Court, Ifran Court, Tirav Court, Hachad Court and Naja Court. The five courts work and rule separately, and only come together when there's a case that involves the kingdom as an entity. In that case, each court sends from one to five representatives -depending on the circumstances- to serve on a committee of nine Jurors and make a ruling. They also follow precise measures and standards that are presented to them before the case begins in order to reach the best and fairest solution. <</message>> <<message 'ECONOMY'>> Ramla is a huge kingdom and for that each land depends on a different strategy to bring in income, and so wealth and citizens welfare varies depending on the land, and its circumstances. However, Ramla is also an important trade exchange point between numerous kingdoms. The Kingdom in general is very prominent for exporting various and rare agricultural crops with excellent quality. It also produces large amounts of fairy dust, which is an important product used in many fields.<</message>><<else>> //Not ''unlocked'' yet//<</if>> <<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>>

<<if $p2 is "true">><span class="mc">Doeray</span> is a small village on the Taymiyeh mountains. It is located in the southeast of the Kingdom of Ramla. The village is about half a day by carriage, a few hours by horse away from the capital, Tirav. The temperatures can vary greatly from day to evening. It's not uncommon in the summer months to drop to near freezing during the night. The village is well renowned for its size and age, as it is over three hundred years old, and known for still following old traditions. Doeray is run by an elder Senior, chosen by villagers every ten to twenty years. The people are best known as excellent fishers and hunters, as well as extremely hard working. They have rebuilt the village after a great hurricane has seized the west for half a year. Also, many rumors say that the inhabitants of the village are descendants of the //Ramlans.//<<else>> //Not ''unlocked'' yet//<</if>> <<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>>

<<if $p3 is "true">> <span class="mc">Tirav</span> is the capital <span class="purple">(moderate population)</span> located on the northern seacoast of Ramla, and is the most cosmopolitan of the five lands. It's filled with ports, warm oceans, and coastal farmlands. ''Tirav'' is considered a major trade centre for territories in Ramla. It handles exportation and trade with neighbouring kingdoms, through its //'Great port'//. ''Tirav'' is ruled by The Crown and Council of Governors. And most of the residents are satisfied and lead a comfortable existence. ''Tirav'' is known for its fine architecture and its unique blend of traditions and customs, making it a place of interest for tourists and travelers. Many tourists dwell in its luxurious local Saloons and tea houses. //The city of Tirav consists of several parts and districts. Tirav itself is essentially divided into two part:// <span class="purple">THE UNDERCITY</span> and <span class="purple">THE UPPERCITY</span> <<message 'THE UNDERCITY'>> This part of Tirav is populated by poor and exiled people. Crime and corruption dominates the streets. It mostly carries orphans and poor people who seek refugee and protection from what's beyond the outer walls of the city or individuals who were exiled by The Coucil. The under part of Tirav and the upper are separated by a massive wall, and a gate. From outside of Tirav, you can only enter The under City through The Ground gate.<</message>> <<message 'THE UPPERCITY'>>THE UPPER CITY OF TIRAV is a an essential area of trade in Ramla. Not your race, roots nor identity even matter. People won't differ to you unless you're useful, influential or //know how// to make coins. It is massive enough to accommodate the two military forces, the High Court, The Crown's Palace and many other central points/locations.<</message>> <<message 'THE GATES'>> ''The Ground Gate:'' It's the gate that secures Tirav from the south. Main road: //to be added.// ''The East Gate:'' it's the gate that secures Tirav from the east. Main road: //To be added// ''The northern Gate:'' It's set a hundred meters away from the land, and built into the sea. Main road: //To be added// ''The Westren Gate:'' It's secures Tirav from the west. Main road: //To be added//<</message>> <<message 'LANDMARKS'>>//Not ''UNLOCKED'' yet//<</message>><<else>> //Not ''unlocked'' yet//<</if>> <<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>>

This shows the relationship between you and the <span class="purple">people</span> and <span class="purple">associations</span> you're affiliated with.<hr> <span class="relation"><<button "➹PEOPLE">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("RELASHIONSHIPS"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("relation").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> <<button "➹ASSOCIATIONS">> <<script>> Dialog.setup(" RELASHIONSHIPS"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("relationA").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </span> <center>[[RETURN TO GAME|$return]]</center>

➽<<message 'RAEL'>><<if $r1 is "true">>''DESCRIPTION'': 6'0 (~1.82cm) with lean muscle. Rael has lush green eyes and sandy skin. His caramel curly hair is usually pulled back into a bun. ''TRAITS:'' Mischievous, Ambitious, Brilliant and Patient. ''RACE:'' //Unknown.// ''ORIGINS:'' //Ramla, [Unknown.]// ''AGE:'' //unknow.// ''Aether:'' Light. <<if $rRael gte 50>>Your current relationship is good.<<else>><</if>> <span class="purple">''Relationships points'': $rRael ''Rael's Heart'':</span> $roRael<<else>>➽//not ''Unlocked'' yet.//<</if>><</message>> ➽<<message 'DARYA'>><<if $r2 is "true">>''DESCRIPTION'': 5'7(~175cm). Darya has vigorous brown eyes and brown skin with green undertones. Her curly long brown hair frames a round face. ''TRAITS:'' Competitive, Cheerful, Clever and Curious. ''RACE:'' Witch. A Raven Witch. ''ORIGINS:'' //Unknown.// ''AGE:'' //unknown.// ''Aether:'' Onyx. <<if $rDarya gte 50>>Your current relationship is good.<</if>> <span class="purple">''Relationships points:''</span> $rDarya<<else>>➽//not ''Unlocked'' yet.//<</if>><</message>> ➽<<message 'TAMARA'>><<if $r3 is "true">>''DESCRIPTION'': A woman of average stature, and slender physique. She has brown skin with red undertones. Tamara has curly black hair that reaches her waist and dark brown eyes. ''TRAITS:'' Dedicated, Assertive, Visionary and Tactful. ''RACE:'' //Unknown.// ''ORIGINS:'' //Ramla, Tirav.// ''AGE:'' A few hundred years old.// Exact number Unknown.// ''Aether:'' Light. <<if $rTamara lte 50>>Your current relationship is bad and far from amicable. It goes way back to a bitter history between you two.<</if>> <span class="purple">Relationships points:</span> $rTamara<<else>>➽//not ''Unlocked'' yet.//<</if>><</message>> ➽<<message 'ANWAR'>><<if $r4 is "true">>''DESCRIPTION'': 6'2(~188). Anwar has evasive copper eyes and porcelain skin with warm undertones. <<print $ahis.toUpperFirst()>> rust shoulder length hair is left untamed when $ahe's busy or feeling restrained, otherwise $ahe styles it away from $ahis diamond shaped face. ''TRAITS:'' Reserved, Tolerant, Idealistic and Secretive. ''RACE:'' //Unknown. [Assumptions; Fae or Elf]// ''ORIGINS:'' //[NOT KNOWN YET.]// ''AGE:'' A few hundred years old.// Exact number still Unknown.// ''Aether:'' Light. <<if $rAnwar lte 50>>Your current relationship is good.<</if>> <span class="purple">''Relationships points:''</span> $rAnwar <span class="purple">''Anwar Heart'': </span> $roAnwar<<else>>➽//not ''Unlocked'' yet.//<</if>><</message>> ➽<<message 'YASIR'>><<if $r5 is "true">>''DESCRIPTION'': 6'1, muscular with an intriguing but dangerous presence. Yasir has hazel eyes and amber skin with cool undertones. His short black hair is slicked back with a few strands straying away to frame his angular face. ''TRAITS:'' Confident, Generous, Adaptable and Detached. ''ALLIANCE:'' //Unknown.// ''RACE:'' //Unknown.// ''ORIGINS:'' //Unknown// ''AGE:'' //Unknown.// ''Aether:'' //Unknown.// <<if $rYasir gte 50>>Your current relationship is good.<</if>> <span class="purple">''Relationships points:''</span> $rYasir <span class="purple">''Yasir's heart:''</span> $roYasir<<else>>➽//not ''Unlocked'' yet.//<</if>><</message>><hr> <<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>>

➽<<message 'THE HAND'>><<if $ra is "1">><<if $rHand lte 50>>The Hands haven't quite figured you out yet, but they're wary since you're a Witch who's not under their watch or part of their Academy system.<<else>><</if>> <span class="purple">''Relationships points:''</span> $rHand .<<else>>➽//not ''Unlocked'' yet.//<</if>><</message>> ➽<<message 'THE ORDER'>><<if $ra is "1">><<if $rHand lte 50>>Your relationship with The Order is far from amicable.<<else>><</if>> <span class="purple">''Relationships points:''</span> $rHand .<<else>>➽//not ''Unlocked'' yet.//<</if>><</message>><hr> <<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>>

<<if $l is "1">><<if $l1 is "true">><span class="mc">Mystics</span> are creatures or beings who are gifted with Aether on Earth Land. Their abilities distinguish them from Humans. Their numbers vary from one place to another, it increases more in regions filled with Aether, like 'Tirav', as their number exceeds the number of humans there. Regarding gifted humans or ''//Ramlan people//'', the matter is different, as some consider them to be Mystics, while others don't. Since they were once normal humans before they were gifted by the spirits. In The Witches' case, they are rejected and shunned by both sides and are generally called an "abomination" or //cursed//. For people believe Witches ancestors were humans who killed spirits and other Mystics to acquire power<<else>> //not ''Unlocked'' yet//.<</if>><</if>><<if $l is "2">><<if $l2 is "true">><span class="mc">The Kaftan</span> is a long dress with long sleeves. It varies from person to person and from region to region in embroidery and manual work. These kaftans in velvet, satin or other silks are embroidered in gold or silver thread on the shoulders and on the front. The most characteristic features of a typical Kaftan consist of gold or silver thread embroidery, braided conical buttons which fasten the garment at the top and a thick ornamented cloth belt with threads of silver or a heavy gold belt.//[For reference; search for Algerian Caftan, Kaftan.]//<<else>> NOT //''UNLOCKED''// YET.<</if>><</if>><<if $l is "3">><<if $l3 is "true">><span class="mc">The Riad</span> Most houses and buildings of wealthy residents in Tirav; are with multiple stories and centred around an open-air courtyard with a fountain called a Riad. Info: It's an open-air area, an interior garden or a courtyard, which dates back to the Andalus empire. Its origin is generally attributed to Persian gardens that spread during the Islamic period. Riad are mostly found in Levant regions and north Africa (especially Morocco, Algeria and Tunisia and can even be found in Syria). The latter is for the Andalus empire's influence.<</if>><</if>><<if $l is "4">><<if $l4 is "true">>A <span class="mc">Bernous</span> or bournous is a slevless and hooded cloak. A piece of cloth native to Ramla. It was originally was made by Moon Witches in the past to protect them from the cold and freezing climate in their homeland. And when it spread, people began to make different versions so that they could wear it in all climates. Moon Witches used rare and unique materials, which are different from what humans use to make it nowdays.<span class="purple">//(Search for bernous samples in couture sites, pinterest or google).//</span><</if>><</if>> <<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>>

<<notify 5s>>''//CODEX//'' Updated.<</notify>>"Aren't you tired of waiting?" An older girl came crouching beside you as you sat next to the building gates, away from the rest of the giggling children. She looked pretty, clumsy but pretty. That probably the first impression you had of her. "My name is Darya," She told you, casually pulling a red apple from under her grey <<link 'Kaftan'>> <<dialog 'Costume'>><span class="mc">The Kaftan</span> is a long dress with long sleeves. It varies from person to person and from region to region in embroidery and manual work. These kaftans in velvet, satin or other silks are embroidered in gold or silver thread on the shoulders and on the front. The most characteristic features of a typical Kaftan consist of gold or silver thread embroidery, braided conical buttons which fasten the garment at the top and a thick ornamented cloth belt with threads of silver or a heavy gold belt.<span class="purple">//[For reference; search for Algerian Caftan, Kaftan.]//</span> <<button "CONFIRM">><<run Dialog.close()>><</button>><</dialog>><</link>>. Her eyes looked empty, and you only stared back at her in a blinking motion, confused. What does she mean? "Whoever leaves never returns back," Darya continued, taking a bite from her apple. "You see everyone here?" She motioned with her free hand to the other children but her dark brown eyes never left yours. "They have been here for longer than you were and no one came for them." "You lie." "No," She shakes her head. Not taking any offence from your accusing tone. "We are witches, you and me," Darya whispers, dipping her head closer to you as she looks around. "People don't like us because we are not humans, yet we aren't Mystics either. They fear us," She chuckled and her pupil dilated as if enjoying the thought. She lifted her hand in the air, and dust of purple waves begun to wrap around her fingertips. You watched it in awe, and she continued. "However, people here take care of us like precious jewels. Their intention is irrelevant; what matters is that they help us discover who we are. I enjoy it here, you know? I don't know how it was for you but I grew up in the understreets of the capital with no parents. But Jinya picked me up and brought me here, and I never slept with an empty stomach ever again. Say, do you need your parents to be happy?" She asks, cocking her head at you curiously. Then she shrugged, without waiting for an answer. "As for me, I'm satisfied as long as I'm full." Back then, you didn't say anything back and continued to wait. Darya insisted on accompanying you even when you ignored her, and continued to grin widely when you answered her. You believed in your mother, in your bond. She would never leave you. And despite what Darya told you, for the first time in five years, your mother returned.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch01]]</center> <<set $l2 to "true">>

<<if $a is "1">><<if $a1 is "true">>The Crown is the term used to refer to the King or Queen of Ramla. They are the immediate authority in the kingdom, and are assisted by a council of governors. <span class="purple">''Current Head of state''</span>: Tamara Rezky.<<else>>NOT ''//UNLOCKED//'' YET.<</if>><</if>><<if $a is "2">><<if $a2 is "true">><span class="mc">The Hand</span> is the policing presence in Ramla. It has has an excellent reputation, and its lofty goal is to protect its territory and root out evil. They receive their orders from The Council of Governors. <span class="purple">Ranks</spans> Admiral. Marshal. Commander. General. Captain. Sergeant. Guard/Watch. <span class="purple">''Location''</span> : Their main headquarters is the () District, in the capital city of Tirav. However, you can find 'Ramla's White Ants' at every point within the territory of the kingdom. <span class="purple">''Uniform''</span> : You can easily recognize The Hand's troops by the fully white uniform and differentiate between their ranks by their Bernous tassel's colour. <span class="purple">''Banner''</span> : A white background; with a green fist from which grains of sand pours.<<else>>NOT ''//UNLOCKED//'' YET.<</if>><</if>><<if $a is "3">><<if $a3 is "true">><span class="mc">The Order</span> is an independent power. They are The Crown's personal army, and are only loyal to her. Their orders are received either from The Crown personally from their or from their General. The Order was founded when the first Crown appeared and still is operating to this day. Their only goal and mission is to shield the Crown from any harm. <span class="purple">''Location''</span> : Their main headquarters is the Royal Palace, in the capital city of Tirav. <span class="purple">''Uniform''</span> : You can recognize The Order's troops by their uniform which consists of a cape pinned to each shoulder with a brooch, a long-sleeved fitted blue velvet vest; which is embroidered in flower patterns using golden thread. Paired with simple black pants and boots. <span class="purple">''Banner''</span> : A crimson red background; which includes a sword piercing into a crown.<<else>>NOT ''//UNLOCKED//'' YET.<</if>><</if>> <<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>>

With that your mother abruptly stands, hugging her coat tightly around her body and sprinting away from you. She leave you with your thoughts and storming emotions. Your head drops, desperately seeking to chase after her but something stronger than you could ignore stopped you. It was like gravity became stronger for a moment, glueing you to your spot. You heard slow calculated footsteps moving toward you. The sound ceased when a pair of polished black balgha filled your view and halted next to you. You know these pairs too well, it was that man's, Cevir. Your head was too heavy at that moment but somehow you managed to look up at him as he looked down at you with a cool expression. "That mother of yours sure is smart," He said, staring at you for a period of time before turning in his heels and heading to where he came from. "Don't disappoint her," He added, steering farther away from you.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.2]]</center>

//No way. Bulshit.// Who are you kidding? What's normal about The Crown herself expressing her concern for a random Mystic? That could've been possible in Crown Mayza's case, but this one. No way. She is too busy for this kind of insignificant matters, and a little too prideful. Arrogant would be a more appropriate word though. No to mention that Mystics issues and affairs are handled by a Capitain, and would be passed to a <<link 'Bey'>><<dialog 'PEOPLE/ASSOCIATIONS'>><span class="mc">A Bey</span> is a third type authority. They govern over Cities and heed to their citizens' needs. Beys also report directly to The Hand office situated in their city land <<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>><</dialog>><</link>> at best. Moreover, if they wanted to solve a simple bullying case then why would they ask for your presence at court or even bother... If you think about it, it's true and a pretty known fact that Crowns over the ages valued Witches, and favored them over other creature, for personal not so known purposes. You know...it's just that you refuse to acknowledge it. That this is a subtle way of saying. //We have known where you hid all this time and turned a blind eye, but now we're letting you know that we are aware because...// //Shit!// Because of whatever damned reason they have. You'd be damned if you knew. They stated nothing in their letter, told you nothing. You can't believe that The Crown wants you back. You thought you were just one of hundred others. That they wouldn't notice if you disappeared, set a cabin away from the bustle of the capital city and the curious eyes of the villagers. Turns out no one gets away from The Crown's eyes, huh. Nevertheless, they have left you alone for all these years. What could you have done to gain their attention back? //It's not your right to question The Crown. It's a Royal order//. You have heard your guardians repeat these words to an incredible amount of people before. //Then who can?// Darya would whisper to you. You had no idea either. If you want to live normally you can't refuse a Royal order, and they will send someone after you if you don't leave soon. It's true you were isolated and lived away from others, but you know that much. You've never thought that you'd once again have to return to that place. The capital city of Tirav. //When the moon is full and the sun has risen above us.// They even used Witch's clock tongue. That would be your clue, right? That they know who you are. What you are. It's a week from now.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.7]]</center>

It's dark, very dark. Standing in the middle of nowhere. It's a huge forest. You are surrounded by tall trees and could hardly see anything beyond as you turn around to search for any source of light. It doesn't feel...right. You were inside the carriage, drifting to sleep and the sun was still glaring from high up in the sky. How could you've arrived here? How did you come to reach this place? A shiver runs down your spine when you feel a hand tighten its grip on your arm. You instantly swirl around and find nothing, nothing but defeating darkness. Silent. Vacant. Fog creeps through the space between the trees, trickling in your direction and slowly beginning to swarm around you, curiously. It's weird, because you feel it acting like a living being. Swirling and dancing. It flocks around you and sways akin to soft ocean waves. Until it slowly begins to gather in front of you, forming into a hazy silhouette. It twists and reforms for a while before a familiar willowy figure that reminds you of your mother stands before you. A distorted looking clone that resembles your mother, that is. It had an odd large mouth twisting downward and desperate looking holes for eyes. She looked miserable as she stared at you. //"Be what they fear, $name."// Your mother smiled, eyes sparkled with mirth. Because of her mouth size and shape, her smile appeared almost monstrous. //What do they fear, mother? How can I be that? Who are 'they'?// //Are you happy now mother? Is it cold where you live now? Are you no longer hungry? Do you ever miss me there?// These are all questions you desperately want to ask her, but she's not here with you and you find yourself unable to speak anyway.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.12]]</center>

<<if $Pro6 is "1">> You blink slowly as a smile forms on your lips. "That's...so nice of you to say." "It is the truth and not a compliment." He shakes his head. "Still, I am grateful you think so." You answer, waving your hand in the air as a chuckle escapes your lips. "You know, not many appreciate my presence like you do." "You say that but you can never really know," Rael shrugs. "You might have a lot of hidden admirers." You do not respond, but only laugh at his words.<<elseif $Pro6 is "2">>You smile meaningfully. His words fill your heart. "Thank you, Rael." Rael steps forward, shaking his head. "I didn't say it for you to thank me, I'm-" "Rael," You cut him with a small smile. "I realize that, and I want you to know that I appreciate it. I really do." He nods and with a complacent smiles, he says. "Alright."<<elseif $Pro6 is "3">>You let out a snort which shake your shoulders slightly. "You say that because it's you. Believe me not many would share the same thoughts." "Why are you so sure, you never know." Rael cocks his head, looking puzzled at your certainty. "You may have a lot of hidden admirers." "Oh really?!" You giggle, shaking your head. "And are you the head of the sect?" He lifts a single brow as he smirks. "Is it that obvious?" You burst out laughing, and shove his shoulder playfully.<</if>><hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Pro7]]</center>

<<set $C6 to "true">>You'd rather avoid the crowd, for you can and will protect yourself just fine. Besides, what's more terrifying than a thick crowd of strangers wandering around and eying your every step, like a flock of crows. It's horrendous. The opening to the infamous back alley, squeezed between a fishing bait shop and a tea house. When the passage itself is spacious enough for two cows to fit through, you couldn't say the same about its entrance which proved to be a hard entry. A vexing narrow gap. Yet, you still managed to wring your way in with some effort. A grey cat hops down from atop the tea saloon rooftop, knocking a trash bin lid to the ground and your guts twist at the smell of the rotting waste and scrap that has been released into the air. Then, the grey feline suddenly sprints in your direction and sneaks between your legs, scurrying out of the alley. It makes you lose your footing momentarily as you support your weight on the gritty wall to balance yourself. When you look down, you find yourself stepping over a sticky, black substance. You grimace, instantly shaking it from your $shoes. //Your luck, huh.// You look away, rushing your steps up on the broad flat stairsteps to get away from the gutting smell. Though there's not much you can do as grime sticks to your $shoes, huddling your steps. You flinch and abruptly halt your steps when a young woman pushes past you, pulling an unconscious drunkard by the legs and tossing him into another nearby narrow side alley. She catches your gaze almost instantly, glowering at you and you freeze to your spot. It feels like you've seen something you shouldn't, but you can't look away from the body. You feel a faint buzzing sensation in your core, as you stare blankly into the void. Everything turns hazy. It's blurry. It's red. You reach for your pulsing skull, attempting to blink a few times but to no avail. Your view is still a foggy mess, full of disoriented shapes. It steers to the left then veers to the far right, as if you were inside a bouncing ball and you stagger following its rhythm.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|C6-2]]</center>

<<if $Cho7 is "1">><<fair_plus "$cold" -10>>The signs of exhaustion and weariness on her face were disturbing. That picture stimulated emotions you haven't felt in a long time, and deep down you know just why you feel so uneasy. You know //who// she reminds you of and that's why you can't look away. You offer a hesistant smile as an encouragement. You're worried for her. Although, it is but a simple smile, you know the effect such small gestures have on people. Sometimes, it just makes someone's day even if it's from a stranger. Her eyes brighten, and she nods reassuringly. Soon a customer moved toward her stall and seized her attention, concealing her from your view.<<elseif $Cho7 is "2">><<fair_plus "$cold" +10>>You don't even comprehend why people do this. It's strange to smile at someone you don't know. What are they even thinking as they do it? You wonder if there's an ilterior motive behind it.<<else>><<fair_plus "$stoic" +10>>The signs of exhaustion and weariness on her face were disturbing. And deep down you know just why you feel so uneasy, you know //who// she reminds you of and that's why you can't even look her in the eyes. You nod as acknowledgement. You have no idea as to why she's smiling for you but it'd be rude not to acknowledge her somehow. Her smiles widen, and she nods back. Soon a customer reached toward her and seized her attention, concealing her from your view.<</if>><hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch5-2]]</center>

Your head throb as all sounds seem to have blended together into a single irksome buzzing noise. Like a bug was tossed inside your head and started floundering helplessly, evoking an unbearable headache as it searched for an exit. //It aches.// You start to hit your head weakly for it to quiet and leave you at peace. //You hate it. You can't take it. Your eyes burn and tears trickle down your face. Your fingers reach up to wipe your cheeks. It's not tears.//<hr> <center>//[[Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood.|C6-3]]//</center>

Your heart hurts. It aches. Blood.Blood.Blood.Blood.Blood. Blood is dripping from your hands… No, you didn't. It was not you… Blood.Blood.Blood.Blood.Blood.Blood. YOU DIDN'T… IT WAS NOT YOU… YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING. Blood.Blood.Blood.Blood.Blood. Blood trickles down your arm and drips on the ground. It's annoying. Stop it. Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. STOP. STOP IT.//<hr> <center>//[[WHY? WHY? WHY?|C6-4]]//</center>

Your head throb viciously and everything comes back to you at once as you stumble back awkwardly. A firm hand catches your arm in an attempt to help steady your footing. "Stop mumbling, there's literally no blood on you or anywhere for that matter. You are totally fine." You feel impatient as you ignore the voice and shake your head, blinking repeatedly in an attempt to clear your persistent blurry vision. "Do you hear me? Are you alright?" You let out a rugged breath as you look up at the hazy figure next to you. Your vision is becoming clear and you can somewhat make her features. Her alluring waves of ebony hair sticking to her forehead are as beautiful as a raven's feather, adorned with a golden single jewel head chain. A frown has settled on her face, darkening her olive complexions. Wait… Her honey colored eyes, framed by long thick eyelashes were the same ones that glared at you. It's the same woman you just saw moments ago dragging…dragging whatever that was. You stumble back in horror and she catches your hand once more to prevent you from hitting your head on the wall behind you. "Careful."<hr> [[' "Let me go! Murderer." '|C6-5][$Cho6 to "1"]] [[' "Did you…did you kill him?" '|C6-5][$Cho6 to "2"]] [[' "Who are you?" '|C6-5]]

<<set $CC5 to "true">>You swirl around and turn left as you reach the barber sign, hopping on a couple of stairs before continuing to walk uphill. The crowd in this district is remarkably thicker, louder. Well, it's the market district afterall. It looks like a battlefield. The shops are cramped and people tirelessly squeeze their way through the narrow gaps as if it was an everyday chore, which more than probably was. The stinking smell of fish, sweat, rotten food and a hundred other unidentifiable scents but still there, blending to form a…disturbing odour. Everything about this place renders your mind hazy and if it's for the disgusting smell or for the memories it incites, you have no idea. You want to hold your breath so badly but settle for covering your nose with your cloak to block the smell somewhat. Otherwise, you'd faint by the time you reach your destination. Some merchants chose to climb on top of their shops to evade the crowd or risk get looted. A merchant hung loosely on the drapes covering his stall as he yelled for the herd of folks toward his goods, tirelessly. Yet, despite the merchants' honourable efforts pickpockets found their way into their precious pouches all the same. And as you've guessed, even the customers weren't safe from the hungry thieves. You reflexively nudge your cloth sack close to your chest, eying your surroundings warily as you make your way out of the energetic crowd. A vegetable cart attached to a mule stood on the corner next to a long line of fish stalls with shredded covers and cracked wooden kegs filled with water. One of the vendors, a young woman with a baby tied to her chest with a thick sash, looked extremely distressed as she cooed her crying infant and bent down to fill a mug from the keg, emptying it over the fresh looking fish. Her gaze seemed to find yours, and she smiled warmly at you as she wiped the sweat from her forehead.<hr> [[Smile for the kind-looking lady, as an encouraging gesture.|C5-1][$Cho7 to "1"]] [[Ignore her. You don't make a habit of smiling at strangers.|C5-1][$Cho7 to "2"]] [[Nod. It would be rude not to.|C5-1]]

<<if $Cho6 is "1">>"Let me go this instant." You grunt, pulling your hand once more from her grip. It seems there wasn't that wide of a gap left between you and the wall as your back thud softly against it. "Murderer." You whisper, breathing roughly and sticking closely to the rough cold gravel as if it is your only shield from the woman or monster standing in front of you. //She may be one for all you know.// You are not usually intimidated by ambiguous strangers. However, whatever that scene from before has triggered in you. It has rendered you unstable, and completely vulnerable. The woman lets her hands fall to her sides. The concerned look is washed away from her face as she lets out a frustrated breath. "What's wrong with you?" "What's wrong with //you//?" You exhale heavily, barely able to gasp for air as you glare at her and point an accusing finger at the man's body. Does she think you are a fool? That's clearly a person's corpse laying in there. The woman's peeks at him from the corner of her eyes with a cold-blooded and unrepenting gaze. Her full lips pulling into a disgusted grimace. "I don't see how that is any of your business, $brother." Your brows twist and your grip on your joined hand loosen. At a closer look, the man's body doesn't have a single drop of blood on him. Was it your imagination? How could it be? Still, even if he has no blood on him, it doesn't change that whatever she's done is a crime. It still looks like a crime scene. When he may not be dead, he surely looks like he could die. Who would throw a drunken man in the middle of an abandoned alley where no one would ever find him. And if someone did, it would be his rotting corpse they discover for sure. You cross your hands, staring her down. "I'm not your $brother. And I don't think whatever authority you have here would share the same opinion as you." "Oh for god's sake, get down from your moral high horse, will you?" She rolls her eyes, as her lips twist into a bitter smile. "Don't act like you're any better. You know exactly what you are and what you do, or //did//. You think you're clean? better than any of us now?" "What?" You recoil back, blinking in confusion. "You know me?" Her eyes appraise you for a moment before she takes a step back. "Anyway, you must be just feeling alright seeing you're starting to throw threats." The woman scoffs, pushing past you and heading back from wherever she came from. "Hey! You! I'm not done with you!" She ignores you, casually strolling toward a large blue back door to which you'd guess belongs to an abandoned building. The woman hauls it open, and peeks at you for one last time before heading inside. "I'm glad you're well. Go ahead and do whatever you want, //$brother.//" The thick noise of the closing metal door resounds heavily in the air, knocking out the empty bird cage hanging loosely on the wall.<<elseif $Cho6 is "2">>"Did…did you kill him?" You ask, your voice reverberating in the empty alley as you eye him cautiously. The woman loosens her grip on your hand, glancing at the man for a second before swirling her head instantly as if sickened by his sight. "No." Comes the short reply. Her tone is almost…remorseful, not regretful. It's as if... Would she want him to be? Still you breathe a sigh of relief. "Then is he alive?" "Probably." Your expression falls, watching the creepy smile ascending her expression. //So she's not sure.// Searching for a getaway from the sight, your eye shifts to assess the body. At a closer look, he doesn't have a single drop of blood on him. Not a single one. How is that possible? Was it your imagination? How could it be? Could it be that the scene has triggered something inside your memory? It's the only probable explanation for the lack of any blood on your person or the man's body. It was the work of your own imagination…was it? "Well then, if you don't have any more interesting questions to ask then I must excuse myself." The woman begins, smiling as she bypasses you. "I'm quite busy as is, you most certainly would understand." You don't even know her. Why would you? "And I have a feeling we will be meeting very soon, //dear $brother//" Is the last words you hear before she disappears behind the doorsteps of the large back door, which you'd guess belong to an abandoned building. You didn't even have a chance to speak to her. A lot was left unspoken as you were too stunned by the mystery of her person. She surely has a way of bewitching people into silence.<<else>>"Who are you?" You gulp. The words leave your lips in a quiet breath. Is that you're not sure if you want to know or really regret asking, you have no idea. "A sister." She answers, smiling. It's a fond one, and feels genuine, to you at least. "A sister?" You repeat. As far as your knowledge goes, you don't remember having siblings or any member left in your family tree. "Make of it what you will, dear $brother." She says, with an all knowing grin. It would've been a pleasant sight if not for her hooded gaze which makes you feel like she's staring right into your soul. You hate being the only oblivious one to whatever is happening around you. "When our ways cross paths again by the will of one God, I hope that would be in a day where your conscience is unrestrained." She says, smiling warmly. "Free of your stigma." You cock your head, confused. And before you could fully process her complicated speech, the woman had already bypassed you and returned from where she came, as the vibrant noises of a large metal door closing resounded in the empty alley.<</if>><hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.21]]</center>

<<if $CC5 is "true">>Your steps slow down, as you reach the end of the road. It's a dead end.<<elseif $C6 is "true">>Well, that was a curious encounter. You force your gaze away from the sight and continue forward, hastily slipping out of the alley, and into another dead end road.<</if>> It's a district where buildings look almost abandoned. There's a deafening quiet, with the only sound coming from the scuttling rats, the occasional noise of metal clinging and meowing felines. <<if $C6 is "true">>The faint noises coming from the market reaches your ears, and since the market's main road leads to this neighbourhood as well, it has become a place where merchants and vendors throw their waste.<<elseif $CC5 is "true">>The faint noises from the market you left behind reaches your ears. This neighbourhood has become a place where merchants and vendors throw their waste.<</if>> From the stack of broken crates, scrap, and random rotten pieces, you'd guess this area must have become a place even for random folks to dump and dispose of their trash and useless crates. Your gut twists in disgust as your gaze darts to the large clumps of unidentified objects, rotting in the corner. //And maybe more…// The only way forward is the entrance to a back alley, nestled between two buildings. There's actually another way from here to the stairs leading up to the Upper City but that's a long way to go. If you want to find a room in a proper saloon to stay the night, you'd have to speed it up before the gate to the Upper City closes for the evening. You ignore the feeling of nausea building in your gut, holding your breath as you sidestep the pile of disintegrated clumps, with insects flocking above it. You wring your way through the alley entrance, delving deeper into the passage path. Cobweb threads stick to your face and you grimace, cursing internally. It must have been a long time since anyone had come through here. And when it's a good sign, meaning you won't be encountering any more strangers going forward. It also means that the road ahead is filthier. Sighing, you wipe your face, choosing to regard it as a good luck sign. There's to surviving this box of dirt.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.22]]</center>

The market is always crowded with carts, horses, cows and even cattle. A vast majority of the fresh produce owners are villagers from the farmlands just outside the city walls. Even Hiwa was once a prosperous village before the bandits took over it. It had many riches to provide the city with; such as large amounts of wool, wheat and legumes. Nevertheless, it's undebatable that fishing makes the primary income for folks here as The Daly lake is a very rich source; in terms of sea life, herbs and clean water which is why you could see fish stalls and bait shops spread everywhere around the Under City in large numbers. It certainly explains the domineering eerie odour too. Your eyes follow the other side of the streets, where there is a line of various types of stalls. Carts which carried fresh produce, candy stalls, and handcarts filled with colourful flowers. You look up, listening to the laughing and giggling noises erupting just above your head. The children's shadows are vividly visible over the soft drapes pinned to the buildings' flat roofs on each side of the streets. They often use it as a slide plaything. Others are up on the building's roofs waiting in queue for their turn, they seem cheerful and energetic as they come. That's until one of their playmates trips on the rooftop edge she steps on. The girl screamed as she fell half the way down until her shirt stuck to a long thick nail hammered to the building's wall, dangling as she struggled to free herself. And she did. The girl tore her sleeves, fell to the ground on all four and then rose to her feet. She shook off her loose pants and went running to climb the stairs up once more towards the rest of her friends. Your ear twitches when you hear a slight grating sound. //Damn it!//<hr> [[Move to the side.|C5-3][$C5 to "1"]] [[Smuck the thing with your hand.|C5-3][$C5 to "2"]] [[Catch it.|C5-3][$C5 to "3"]]

<<if $C5 is "1">>It is a little too late when you notice that the nail started cracking and falling down from the impact, right after the girl disappeared. Though you do sidestep the falling chunk easily enough, a coughing rage knocks you over when a large amount of dust is shoved down your throat, clogging your lungs. "That was smooth and a pretty neat move." You hear a small voice shouts from atop the roof. And you look up at the young boy leaning on one leg as he looks down at you. "I want to do that too. Do I have to be a Witch?" "You have to be alert, and aware of your surroundings. Practise." You shrug. <<set $perception to Math.clamp($perception + 10, 0, 100)>><<elseif $C5 is "2">><<set $vigor to Math.clamp($vigir + 10, 0, 100)>>It is a little too late when you notice that the nail started cracking and falling down from the impact, right after the girl disappeared. You close your eyes, sighing as you smack the hefty nail with the back of your hand as if it was dirt. Your knuckles only stings for a second but what really bothers you is the coughing rage that knocks you over when a large amount of dust is shoved down your throat, clogging your lungs. "Wooaah, that was //cool//. You must be so strong, Witch." You hear a light voice from atop the roof. The boy leans on one leg as he claps. "I want that too." You chuckle at his addorable attempt to flex his biceps. "Practice hard, and you may grow some muscles."<<elseif $C5 is "3">><<set $agility to Math.clamp($agility + 10, 0, 100)>>It is a little too late when you notice that the nail started cracking and falling down from the impact, right after the girl disappeared but you still managed to catch the heavy metal nail easily enough, tossing it in the air once before throwing it to the ground. "O Woaaah, you can do that? So cool. I want to try." You hear a light voice from atop the roof. The boy leans on one leg as he claps. You narrow your eyes at him. "No, it's dangerous. It requires practice." "Can I do it if I practise?" His eyes twinkle as he crouches down. "Probably." You shrug.<</if>><hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch5-4]]</center>

The girl from before slowly approaches him, looking in your direction shyly as she pulls her hands behind her back. The boy gazes at her with a fond expression, before he turns to you. "Anyway, we're here to apologise as this one right here can be a handful. She is a clumsy one, so please forgive her careless behavior." He grins, grabbing the back of her head with his hand. "I'm sorry," She rubs the back of her neck, and offers an embarrassed smile. "It's alright" You shrug, dusting your cloak. "But be careful, next time you may get hurt, kids." "Oh sure, don't worry for us. We-" He gasps as the girl suddenly pulls him from his collar. "Hurry, it's our turn, Aliv." She shouts, and they disappear farther away into the roof. You sigh, shaking your hand as you stare down at the large heavy nail, with both hands resting on your hips. These little ones here surely know how to survive, but they nearly killed you in the process. Rubbing your eyes for any remnant dirt, you shake the thoughts out of your head and pick up your pace once more.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.21]]</center>

It's a long walk before you take another right turn, and reach yet another passage. This one is a little more spacious as it's nearing the end of the series of alleys. It feels like you've taken these routes, alleys, and streets a hundred times over. Walking through them just feels that natural. It looks like you've neared the end of the alley, as noises of a crowd, carts and galloping horses reach your ears. You hop on the two last steps, ducking under an archway as you walk into an open clear area but no less bumpy or distinct from the rest of the Under City. You step into the streets, blending with the rest of the crowd as you set your gaze up ahead on the enemerous perron swept from down the streets to the top where it leads up to the gate of The Upper City. There's a hefty crowd of people gathered, along the long series of steps. It's something you really expected. Since all roads are closed, everyone will be prompted to take this gate to reach the Upper City, for there's no other entrance. The massive wall standing in front of you, is what separates the Under City from the Upper. It highlights the gate that allows passage between the two cities, and which is open only three times a day. Unlike the rest of the Under City, this wall seems to be equipped with a watch tower on each side of the gate. According to The Council, these procedures were taken in hope of; First, to protect the people and discourage rebels. Second, is to maintain security and order. In addition to preventing serious issues that could arise if the gates are to be open at all times. You scoff at the useless knowledge you were taught back at The Academy, pausing for the horse carriage to pass before finally coming to stand in front of the stairs's first steps.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.22-0]]</center>

<<if $Cho10 is "1">>You may have failed to notice it but since you've passed through The Ground gate earlier. Your body has been trembling and shivering all over, like a possessed carcass. As you delved deeper into these streets, stairs and alleys. As every corner reminded you of when you walked through these places with your mother. It burns your lungs and empties your bowel. You feel hunger, thirst, vulnerability and exhaustion. And it all hit you at once, piercing and tearing your flesh in consecutive arrows shots.<<set $state to "Anxious">><<elseif $Cho10 is "2">>It's doesn't feel like anything. It doesn't taste like anything. It's like you've taken a step outside your safe bubble, and all sounds have turned mute. You can't feel pain or joy. All that's currently circling your head are muddled thoughts, which even you can't comprehend or arrange. To properly deal with this, you don't know what to do. And yet you keep pushing yourself to go on.<<set $state to "Numb">><<elseif $Cho10 is "3">>Everything makes you furious, and you can't stop the heat building up in your heart. This accumulated resentment, that you have always been trying to protect yourself and those around you from. It burns. It hurts. It feels like it will consume you if you don't do something about it, and you can't find someone or something to vent your anger on.<<set $state to "Furious">><</if>> You glance up as your exhausted legs lead you to the top of the stairs. A young man immediately comes to stand in front of you, obscuring your view. His pure white bernous's tassel is a dark green. A guard. //And yet another white ant//. You sigh, and he frowns. "Stand in line." He orders firmly, pointing to the far side at a crowd of people, making about three different long lines waiting in queue, and standing in front of three armed guards, seeming to be checking their ID as they question them. You absently reach for your letter, tucked safely under your cloak and pass it to the guard as you curiously peek behind him at the streets beyond the gate. From your spot, you could see much cleaner and wider streets, even the air flowing through the gate feels different. Unfortunately, you couldn't see much because of the string of guards lining across the gate opening, and obscuring the view beyond. "May you have a pleasant stay, estimated guest." The guard begins, smiling politely as he pulls you out of your daze. You blink slowly and nod, grabbing your letter from his hands. "Please wait here…somewhere until we're done with the inspection and proceed with opening the gate." He adds before leaving you and returning to his previous post. You drift away from the crowd to sit up on the flat concrete balustrade. Crossing your hands, as you look down at the city bemusedly.<hr> [[The young girl.|Ch1.24][$Cho3 to "1"]] [[The eldery man.|Ch1.24][$Cho3 to "2"]] [[The ghoul woman.|Ch1.24][$Cho3 to "3"]]

<<if $Cho3 is "1">><<set $ch3 to "1">> In the corner, sitting on the ground as she leans on the perron's panel is a little girl. <<if $CC5 is "true">>It's the same one who has fallen from atop the roof earlier in the market.<</if>> She wears a simple salmon colored gandora. A dress with a single strip embroidery on the front and on the hems of the short sleeves. The young girl looks sideways, seeming to be checking her surroundings before pulling a small leather sack from her chest. She empties it on her lap and arrange the coins, then start counting like a professional merchant…or rather a little experienced thief. That's what happens when you have a city vacant of any guard patrolling duties. When adults leave these little ones to be raised by the ways of the streets. You wonder what it would take to save this place. When the girl finished counting, she tucked her sack back inside her dress and then took her foot in her small hands, and began massaging it slowly in circular motions. Your eyes flash as you instantly turn your sight away from her. //"$name dear, you've been running around all day. Use this oil for your feet and hands, it'll help."// //No. Not again. Who is speaking? Who is this? You don't remember anything.// Breath in and out. You'll be fine, $name. You are safe. It's not happening again. You have to occupy yourself with somethig else.<hr> <<if $ch4 is "2">>==[The eldery man.]==<<else>>[[The elderly man.|Ch1.24][$Cho3 to "2"]]<</if>> <<if $ch5 is "3">>==[A ghoul woman.]==<<else>>[[The ghoul woman.|Ch1.24][$Cho3 to "3"]]<</if>> <<if (($ch3 is "1" and $ch4 is "2") and ($ch5 is "3"))>><<link "You're done assessing the city." "Ch1.25">><</link>><<else>>''[You're done assessing the city.]''<</if>><<elseif $Cho3 is "2">><<set $ch4 to "2">>A young woman carrying a large teapot fastened to her back, and a teacup set attached to her waist walks the streets, shouting. "Tea, tea. Come and try our fresh tea. Herbal tea. Sweet tea. Soothing tea." An elderly man sitting on his house's stairstep motion for her to approach as he peels a tangerine. The young woman notices and takes long strides toward him, smiling happily. The pair exchange greetings before she leans forward to fill a cup for him, then walks away from the satisfied customer. Your attention veers away from them, as you quickly loose interest.<hr> <<if $ch3 is "1">>==[The young girl.]==<<else>>[[The young girl.|Ch1.24][$Cho3 to "1"]]<</if>> <<if $ch5 is "3">>==[The ghoul woman.]==<<else>> [[A ghoul woman.|Ch1.24][$Cho3 to "3"]]<</if>> <<if (($ch3 is "1" and $ch4 is "2") and ($ch5 is "3"))>><<link "You're done assessing the city." "Ch1.25">><</link>><<else>>''[You're assessing the city.]''<</if>><<elseif $Cho3 is "3">><<set $ch5 to "3">>A tall muscular woman stood with her hand resting on her sabres, which was tightly swathed to her sash. From what you've gathered, she is haggling with the street vendor for an antiquity from an ancient lost empire. Her robe's sleeves are rolled up to her shoulder, and her arm muscles popped as she tightened her grip on the sabres, looking discontent. Despite the cold weather, sweat dribbled down the vendor's neck. He reached for the cloth hanging over his head to wipe it as he eyed the woman's sabres, smiling sheepishly. Your eyes wander away and when they come back to find the pair, they seem to have finally come to an agreement as the vendor wraps the antiquity in a parchment paper and hands it over to her. The woman takes it happily and leaves as she tosses him a hefty pouch. Your gaze naturally drift somewhere else.<hr> <<if $ch3 is "1">>==[The young girl.]==<<else>>[[The young girl.|Ch1.24][$Cho3 to "1"]]<</if>> <<if $ch4 is "2">>==[The elderly man.]==<<else>> [[An elderly man.|Ch1.24][$Cho3 to "2"]]<</if>> <<if (($ch3 is "1" and $ch4 is "2") and ($ch5 is "3"))>><<link "You're done assessing the city." "Ch1.25">><</link>><<else>>''[You're assessing the city.]''<</if>><</if>>

<div class="bang"> <span class="shake">''BANG!BANG!BANG!''</span></div> You are startled when the loud banging of drums starts to echo in the city streets. The sound is certainly not coming from the Under city, which necessarily means it is erupting from inside the Upper one. "THE GATE SECOND OPENING!" "ENTRANCE CLEARING!" A group of guards from inside the Upper city come scruying forward, descending a few too many steps and creating a wall between the people still in queue and the ones already admitted, such as yourself. Then the guards who were lining up, forming a chain to cover the gate slowly began advancing forward with steady calculated steps, prompting the crowd on top of the stairs, which is made of the admitted folks, to step a couple of stairs down. The sound of the trumpet blew from above the wall, drawing people's eyes upwards. A tall, rugged looking man stands behind the watchtower. He wears The Hand's uniform under his bernous's with a blue tassel on the hood. Must be a Captain. "Listen here, I will not repeat these words of mine twice." He yells. "For starters, don't attempt any foolish act once you pass through these gates. Our Archers-" He points to a long line of hooded figures on top of the wall. "Will be more than inclined to shoot. I would also let you know that any hostility or suspicious actions you are to attempt once inside these sanitary walls will not be taken lightly. Be careful, I warned you." "GUARDS UNFOLD!" At the command, everyone wait patiently as the sect of guards blocking your way begin retreating to opposite sides, clearing the way for the crowd to pass through. Your dislike for The Hand aside, you'd admit the ants title really does suit them. They seem to be in ordinance, and following a strict systematic structure.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.27.]]</center>

<<if $Cho8 is "1">>You nod back just to be polite and avert your gaze away from $ahim. <<include "Ch1.31">><<elseif $Cho8 is "2">>You decide to greet $ahim. There's no harm in giving up a few minutes of your time to chat with the city residents. Oddly enough the intense scent of flowers, roses and soil intensifies the closer you get to $ahim. The $aman slowly stands to $ahis feet, watching you with a growing grin on $ahis face as you approach. "Good evening," <<print $ahe.toUpperFirst()>> greets you with a nod. <<print $ahe.toUpperFirst()>> wears a navy apron over $ahis white dress shirt and mahogany pants. <<print $ahis.toUpperFirst()>> copper hair cascades down $ahis shoulders in gentle waves. "Good evening to you, $asir. It's a great pleasure." You greet $ahim back with a smile of your own. "$name $lname. Call me $name." The $aman removes $ahis gloves and rolls up $ahis sleeves, exposing pale strong arms and long elegant fingers. "A pleasure indeed, $name. I'm Anwar." <<print $ahe.toUpperFirst()>> adds, extending a hand. "I'm sorry for the...earthy scent." "Oh! I don't mind." You take $ahis hand in yours, shake it and proceed to ask the obvious. "Are you a foreign?" Anwar nods as $ahe smiles. "That I am." "And does this shop belong to you? Or are you part of the staff?" You ask, curiously peeking behind $ahim at every corner of the shop. It's vibrant with colour and gorgeous plants. <<print $ahe.toUpperFirst()>> pauses, looking at you for a moment as $ahe cocks $ahis head to the side. "Aren't you…a curious one?" "Huh," Your gaze shifts back to $ahim. "Isn't that why people speak to strangers? Out of curiosity?" A dumbfounded look ascends $ahis face as you seem to stun him into silence, then $ahis lips stretch into a wide grin. "A curious one alright. And to answer your question." <<print $ahe.toUpperFirst()>> sucks in a breath, nodding once as if pondering your question. "I guess, you could say that it's mine. The shop, I mean."<hr> [[' "What is that supposed to mean?" '|Ch1.30][$Cho9 to "1"]] [[' "It looks nice. I like it." '|Ch1.30][$Cho9 to "2"]] [[' "I love nature and greenery. Your flowers are too beautiful." '|Ch1.30.0][$Cho9 to "3"]] [[' "You're amazing, for to grow this place and take care of these flowers requires a lot of effort and patience." '♡|Ch1.30.][$Cho9 to "4"]]<</if>>

<<if $Cho9 is "1">>You stare at $ahim unblinking. "What is that supposed to mean, $asir?" "Nothing much." <<print $ahe.toUpperFirst()>> smiles, shaking $ahis head. "I had just recently moved to Tirav to expand my business, but I'm still not sure I'll stay in this part of the kingdom since I'm having some difficulties with the previous owner." "I see, that sounds tough. I hope everything goes well for you." Anwar nods. "Thank you for the encouraging words."<<set $rAnwar to Math.clamp($rYasir + 5, 0, 100)>><<elseif $Cho9 is "2">>"It looks great, I like it." You beam, looking around at the vibrant colors and leafy vines climbing on the shop walls. "That's sweet of you to say." <<print $ahe.toUpperFirst()>> follows your gaze, and point at $ahis shop. "Please come visit anytime, I would be happy to arrange a bouquet for you." "Thank you, I will consider it."<<set $rAnwar to Math.clamp($rAnwar + 5, 0, 100)>><</if>> From what you could see, Anwar seems like a sweet and respectful person. You are glad you choose to speak to $ahim. "Oh I forgot to ask-" You begin but pause, and frown as you glare down at the ground. Would it be rude if you kept bombarding $ahim with questions? But you really want to know where $ahe came from and how could $ahe learn your language quickly, speak it so fluently. "I wouldn't have said anything if I had known you'd look so troubled," <<print $ahe.toUpperFirst()>> says, looking a bit remorseful. "Please, don't take my prior teasing to heart. I'm glad I've got your interest, it's an honour." "No," You shake your head. "It's just unfair if I keep getting all the answers when you know nothing about me." "Oh! If that's it then it's no problem, I really don't mind." Anwar acknowledges, with more enthiasism. Then $ahe grinned as if an idea popped into $ahis head. "But we could make an arrangment." "To make it fair?" <<print $ahe.toUpperFirst()>> smiles, making way for you. "We should meet up for tea soon. You can visit me anytime, and we could also have some pastries I had recently imported for me from my hometown." "That sounds good, it's so nice of you to offer. I will surely consider it." You smile, pulling your hood over your head. "Then I will be on my way." "Sure," <<print $ahe.toUpperFirst()>> nods, as $ahe watches you leave. "See you soon." You nod back and take off. "Hopefully."<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.31]]</center> <<set $r4 to "true">>

<<if $Cho9 is "3">>"I love nature and greenery, and your flowers are just gorgeous." You smile, beholding the colorful sight of flowers, roses and leafy green plants. "I can't seem to take my eyes off them." "Do you?" <<print $ahe.toUpperFirst()>> asks before turning to pull a blue rose from a small bouquet basket that was hanging on the shop wall. "Then, please take one with you." "Oh, no I didn't say that to-" Anwar takes your hand, and places the rose into your palm. "Please, take it. Consider it a token of a new friendship." You hold it into your hands, gazing at the delicate beauty lovingly. "Thank you, it's nice of you." "No, I'm glad it's to your liking." From what you could see, Anwar seems like a sweet and respectful person. You are glad you choose to speak to $ahim. "Oh I forgot to ask-" You begin but pause, and frown as you glare down at the ground. Would it be rude if you kept bombarding $ahim with questions? But you really want to know where $ahe came from and how could he learn your language quickly, speak it so fluently. "I wouldn't have said anything if I had known you'd look so troubled," <<print $ahe.toUpperFirst()>> says, looking a bit remorseful. "Please, don't take my prior teasing to heart. I'm glad I've got your interest, it's an honour." "No," You shake your head. "It just seems unfair if I keep getting all the answers when you know nothing about me." "Oh! If that's it then it's no problem I really don't mind." Anwar acknowledges, with more enthiasism. Then $ahe grinned as if an idea popped into $ahis head. "But we could make an arrangment." "To make it fair?" <<print $ahe.toUpperFirst()>> smiles, making way for you. "We should meet up for tea soon. You can visit me anytime, and we could also have some pastries I had recently imported for me from my hometown." "That sounds good, it's so nice of you to offer. I will surely consider it." You smile, pulling your hood over your head. "Then I will be on my way." "Sure," <<print $ahe.toUpperFirst()>> nods, as $ahe watches you leave. "See you soon." You nod back and take off. "Hopefully." <<set $itemf to "1">><<set $rAnwar to Math.clamp($rAnwar + 10, 0, 100)>><<elseif $Cho9 is "4">>Anwar swiftly picks the lotus from the water, and stand to $ahis feet. "Take it." "What?" Your look down at the flower $ahe pushes toward you. "No, you'd give me such a precious flower?" "You know Lotus is used to signify rebirth as well as wisdom, and who knows? You might need some." Anwar begins, as $ahe hold it toward you. "Moreover, there are many exotic and rare flowers here, but this particular flower called out to you. I believe she wants to leave with you." "But you're raising your plants so preciously, and for me to take it…I still feel like-" "I //want// you to." <<print $ahe.toUpperFirst()>> pushes the lotus to your lips, and your eyes widen. "It's fine. Take it." "A-alright." You hesitantly reach for the flower. Your fingers brushes against $ahis for a brief moment and you look up at $ahim when $ahe doesn't let it go. "It looks good on you." Anwar says as $ahe grins, letting $ahis hold on the flower linger for a moment before letting go. "Thank you." You let out, breathless. You didn't even notice that you've been holding your breath the whole time. "I appreciate it." From what you could see, Anwar seems like a sweet and respectful person. You are glad you choose to speak to $ahim. "Oh I forgot to ask-" You begin but pause, and frown as you glare down at the ground. Would it be rude if you kept bombarding $ahim with questions? But you really want to know where $ahe came from and how could $ahe learn your language quickly, speak it so fluently. "I wouldn't have said anything if I had known you'd look so troubled," <<print $ahe.toUpperFirst()>> says, looking a bit regretful. "Please, don't take my prior teasing to heart. I'm glad I've got your interest, it's an honour." "No," You shake your head. "It just seems unfair if I keep getting all the answers when you know nothing about me." "Oh! If that's it then it's no problem I really don't mind." Anwar acknowledges, with more enthiasism. Then $ahe grinned as if an idea popped into $ahis head. "But we could make an arrangment." "To make it fair?" "To make it fair." <<print $ahe.toUpperFirst()>> nods, smiling as he makes way for you. "We should meet up for tea soon. You can visit me anytime, and we could also have some pastries I had recently imported for me from my hometown." "That sounds good, it's so nice of you to offer. I will surely consider it." You smile, pulling your hood over your head. "Then I will be on my way." "Sure," <<print $ahe.toUpperFirst()>> nods, as $ahe watches you leave. "See you soon." You nod back and take off. "Hopefully."<</if>><hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.31]]</center> <<set $r4 to "true">>

You quickly approached the group and asked them where they got their food from. "It's from Zahir," The tallest one says, pointing to a small red shop next to the stairs leading down the Bazaar. "He makes the best street food, I very much recommend. Enjoy!" You murmur words of thanks, and immediately set up toward the small open shop. It has a rectangular broad sign with the phrase 'Zahir Food' and a bowl carved on it. It's good that you arrived just as the crowd was starting to separate, and leaving for nearby districts. You approach the long counter with a man currently busy grilling meat. He looks up at you and smiles, revealing crooked teeth. "Sorry, I didn't notice you there, dear one." "It's alright." You answer, waving a hand. The smell of food and the warm steam gushing really renders you impatient. "I will have some of these." "Do you have any preferences?"<hr> [[' "No meat please, I would rather have mushrooms instead." '|Ch1.33][$C34 to "1"]] [[' "Yes, make it spicy." '|Ch1.33][$C34 to "2"]] [[' "I would like more meat than vegetable." '|Ch1.33][$C34 to "3"]] [[' "Don't add onions, please." '|Ch1.33][$C34 to "4"]]

<<if $food>> food<</if>> <<if $tart>>tart<</if>> <<if $cup>>cup<</if>> <<if $plate>>plate<</if>> done.

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Meat is optional.] </label></td> <td>65 RC<img src="data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABAAAAAQCAYAAAAf8/9hAAAACXBIWXMAAAsTAAALEwEAmpwYAAAB+0lEQVR4nGNInF9xOXlG3f/Uir6raRX9lgxQMK3eVWxmjfveqZVOjiD+zCp3yek1roen1DhqMyCDxHkVlxPnV1xMq5gQmlbRd4+B4T/jtGpXpxk1rm+3T4/+ObvO7eOkKhfvmbWur7ZNjfw1u979ycxyF34GbCC1uvdv8oyKL/nT8//0Lyv9v3573f8Vy/L+9bcE/Tu1Nuvv13Ot/w8tTP45q8798KrQUGYMA9Iauz81r575f8bxxf979s3837il73/Z6pb/6Qsr/8fNKfufu6jqf8PKmv81s3J/FU9MOxw3uzwG1QXNHZdrF0z7v+vBXgy8/d7u/6uubvw///SK/5MPzftfvbHnb8K88rcoBiS1tC3O653wG6YJ5ApsNAjPPb3sf/KCyksoBqS0tKelN/T8gSkCORsbDcITDs79nzivYg2KAZnNPbKplf3/t9/dTdCAlh2TfsbOLmvFGhMLj68j6IXSte0f42eXpmEa0ND9rnvdfKwBCcObbm0H+f973OwyMwwDUpo7TyV3tf5KWVj1HhVXf0hdWP0RhBPnV3xNWVg1AWtiSqvsy06r6NvGQC5Irpygl1rR9zGjvMeQbEMyaibsS6+a8C+zeuL/tMp+FJxRPfF/etWEP9m1E7twGpBeNeHHnLUHQQq/kyIHByDTQQqz6iZ3EpIDAORupGKEe7mNAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC"></td> </tr> <tr> <td><label><<checkbox "$salad" false true>>3=Special salad.[''DESCRIPTION'': Roasted and peeled bell peppers, raw tomato and raw sliced onion salad. Seasoned with olive oil, salt and red vinegar. Served with bread.]</label></td> <td>60 RC<img src="data:image/png;base64,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"></td> </tr> <tr> <td><<checkbox "$Tajin" false true>>4=Chicken and olives dish.[''DESCRIPTION'': Seasoned Chicken, carrots, mushrooms, coriander and a white sauce flavored with cinnamon and thickened with olives.] </td> <td>65 RC<img src="data:image/png;base64,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"></td> </tr></table></div> <<script>> $(document).one(':passagerender', function (ev) { setup.limitCheckboxSelection(ev.content, '#fo', 1); }); <</script>><hr> <center>[[You're satisfied with your order. You'll order dessert now.|Dessert]]</center> <<set $C41 to "true">>

<div class="Container"><span class="big">︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶THE RUBY QUEEN HOUSE.︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶</span></div>THE TASTE OF PARADISE<img src="data:image/png;base64,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"><img src="data:image/png;base64,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"> <span class="small">Our sweets will melt in your mouth and sweeten your tongue.</span> <div style="text-align: right;">•//please make sure to inform us if you're allergic to any of the ingridients//•</div><div id="ds" data-max-selectable="1"> <table class="table"> <tr> <td>''FOOD.''</td> <td>''PRICE.''</td> </tr> <tr> <td><label><<checkbox "$Baklawa" false true>> 1= Baklawa. [''Ingredients'': Pure honey, Flour, Rose water, Butter, Sugar, Ground cinnamon, Flour.][Nut filling options: Almonds, Walnut, Pistachio.][handmade dough.] </label></td> <td>90 RC<img src="data:image/png;base64,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"></td> </tr> <tr> <td><label><<checkbox "$Baghrir" false true>>2=Baghrir.[''Ingredients'': flour, semolina, sugar, raw honey, dry yeast, and warm water.] </label></td> <td>70 RC<img src="data:image/png;base64,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"></td> </tr> <tr> <td><label><<checkbox "$Tamina" false true>> Tamina. [Ingredients: semolina, salt, honey, butter.][Topped with a mix of Nuts of choice.]</label></td> <td>85 RC<img src="data:image/png;base64,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"></td> </tr> </table></div> <<script>> $(document).one(':passagerender', function (ev) { setup.limitCheckboxSelection(ev.content, '#ds', 1); }); <</script>><hr> <center>[[You're satisfied with your order. You'll order a savory dish now.|Savory]]</center> <<set $Cho41 to "true">>

<center><span class="mc">[Items]</span></center> ''POUCH'': $Coin RC<img src="data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABEAAAARCAYAAAA7bUf6AAAACXBIWXMAAAsTAAALEwEAmpwYAAACu0lEQVR4nGNgwALs7e1ZKopim/PTPCbnJbtOyk9xnVye6dAEEmcgFpQWxhaf2Fz69/Mhrf8wfHiu2t/CNPsCog2Jigqy27eu+tf/Uxr/YXjnVLVfSWFujng1NlWm7mgrdz3ZWGBzw8/PT31Sd/Gb/6c04Yb0V5q8Bom3VMXdaCuxP9mQZ7UDw5DetoIH/8+a/t82Wf1naKiPTVV54ZvJ3XlvJ3ZlvZnUmfG2pDDxTWhogM2u1bU//51Q+99VZvoAw5Camsq7E/rb35ZVlH4NDg62bazN/bRmVtSP1dNDf6yeHvyjpizmU2hoqE1NbdXXvr7mtyVlhXdRDEhLS2OtLEl7PbPN81NLicOP1FjPhjmTyr4+2KD4/8EGeTCe1aD3NTU+sKGtNvHHjBaXT6VZrq9B+uCG1FembLl/MOkPyO8fD2j8byhP+v37nBs8PED411GV/3V5dn/fH9QD8++sV/5Tl2e9BWxAclyo2doFFV9himd0Rv9/fzoGxQAYfrNb6f+UGqP/oDAB8Vd2aX+ND3UzZqgtT5717GQ+WPDgIsf/J7ZUwDXd3mjwv7nYEUzDxA7NUfm/Z7oqmP1os8L/mlybGQx5mdExJ7dB0sTM3oz/oBiCaZjbavN/dovt/xOLTeBi/06o/p9SYwB2zdF5Kr/ykh2jQD5irK9I3DGnO/T5wqlF/5Cdv3+u6f+SDNf/GydboHhrfrPe/9mNxm/q8qy3g/TDA9fHx0dk3pTSj8iKt04z/99V4fB/ZpMtiiFzGg0+gtRjTbX97UVP/59B+P/dPp3/S7qswTTcOyfV/veUmT7FmfRrSxJK9q4ugscUNrxjiubX8iz7Qrx5qKYsob67IebR8RUeP5/v1AXnYBB9bKHez64yy0fV2TZ1eA1ATsExEaGuxdkhTcWZnjOKUhwbo4LcXVBSKBIAALAp8dT8A6S5AAAAAElFTkSuQmCC"> ''BANK'': $Coins RC<img src="data:image/png;base64,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"> ''ITEMS'': <svg width="20" height="20" viewBox="0 0 18 18" fill="none" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg" > <path fill-rule="evenodd" clip-rule="evenodd" d="M8 12L6 7H16L18 12L16 17H6L8 12ZM8.95407 15L10.1541 12L8.95407 9H14.6459L15.8459 12L14.6459 15H8.95407Z" fill="currentColor" /> </svg><<if $itemf is "1">> A blue rose.<</if>> <svg width="20" height="20" viewBox="0 0 18 18" fill="none" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg" > <path fill-rule="evenodd" clip-rule="evenodd" d="M8 12L6 7H16L18 12L16 17H6L8 12ZM8.95407 15L10.1541 12L8.95407 9H14.6459L15.8459 12L14.6459 15H8.95407Z" fill="currentColor" /> </svg><<if $itemf is "2">> A blue Lotus.<</if>> <svg width="20" height="20" viewBox="0 0 18 18" fill="none" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg" > <path fill-rule="evenodd" clip-rule="evenodd" d="M8 12L6 7H16L18 12L16 17H6L8 12ZM8.95407 15L10.1541 12L8.95407 9H14.6459L15.8459 12L14.6459 15H8.95407Z" fill="currentColor" /> </svg> <svg width="20" height="20" viewBox="0 0 18 18" fill="none" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg" > <path fill-rule="evenodd" clip-rule="evenodd" d="M8 12L6 7H16L18 12L16 17H6L8 12ZM8.95407 15L10.1541 12L8.95407 9H14.6459L15.8459 12L14.6459 15H8.95407Z" fill="currentColor" /> </svg> <<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>>

<hr> <div class="caption"><<if $caption0 is "true">><span class="caption0">$name $lname.</span><hr> <span class="Caption">◈CONDITION◈</span> $state. <span class="Caption">◈LOCATION◈</span> <<if $loc is "1">> ''[DOERAY]'' You are currently still in your hometown. <<elseif $loc is "2">> ''[TIRAV]'' You are currently in the capital.<</if>><hr> <span class="caption1">''BAG'':</span> $Coin RC.<</if>></div>

"Yeah, sure. Just give me a minute." Zahir says with a light smile. "Thank you, I will have two sticks." You say, as you glance at the small kitchen behind him. There's no one to help him, you wonder how he can handle the shop alone during busy hours. "Just two?" He asks, reaching for the salt bottle. "Yes, I will be having dinner after this." You explain, waving off the steam clinging to your face. "I just stopped by briefly since I've been traveling for hours." "Oh! You're not a local." He exclaims. And he looks genuinely surprised by that. "But then again I've never seen your face around here." "No, I'm from Doeray, actually." That's curt and informative. No information shared more than necessary. He doesn't need to know that you are a Tiravian descendant. "I see, it's been busy for us lately. A lot of people pass through this gate because of the current situation. Most seeking refuge from what's waiting outside." He says, remorseful. "Fortunately, we are safe within the city walls." //Safe?// The revolutionaries only target the Crown, so what does the citizens have to do with it? "Safe from what?" You ask, furrowing your brows. "Monster attacks." He shrugs, and moves to sizzle the sliced vegetable pieces, as if it's just a basic knowledge. "Aren't you here for that reason? To shelter from the attacks?" "There have been monster attacks? How could that be? That isn't possible. It's hibernation season, and less monsters are active during spring."<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.33.]]</center>

<<if $C32 is "1">>You nod and take off, biting into your kebab skewer and enjoying the harmony between flavours. It's chewy and juicy. Now you understand why that Zahir place is famous. Unfortunately, your sticks are emptied quickly before you could even realise it. And although you wanted to fill your empty stomach and silence your hunger on your way to the Saalon, you still find yourself hungry. In fact, the skeweres only aided your craving for food. It's time you visited the Salvia district. You'd better hurry because Saloons will be full by the time the sky turns dark and you're already late as is. You search for the signboard carved with the Sylvia district syllables which happens to be built between the flower and vegetables shops. It is an uphill walk, known for its wonderful view of the ocean.<<elseif $C32 is "2">>You're already late, if you dwell here any longer you may not get a seat or even worse, no room to stay in for the night. It's time you visited the Salvia district. You search for the signboard carved with the Sylvia district syllables which happens to be built between the flower and veggie shops. It is an uphill walk, known for its wonderful view of the ocean.<</if>><hr> <center>[[THE SYLVIA DISTRICT|Ch1.36]]</center>

<<if $C34 is "1">>"Here take your Kebab with mushrooms." The seller says, putting the kebab skewers in a small carton box and pushing it toward you. "That will be 30 Coins."<<elseif $C34 is "2">>"Here enjoy your extra spicy Kebab." The seller says, putting the kebab skewers in a small carton box and pushing it toward you. "That will be 30 Coins."<<elseif $C34 is "3">>"Here take your Kebab with extra meat and less veggies." The seller says, putting the kebab skewers in a small carton box and pushing it toward you. "That will be 30 Coins."<<elseif $C34 is "4">>"Here take your Kebab with no onions." The seller says, putting the kebab skewers in a small carton box and pushing it toward you. "That will be 30 Coins."<</if>> "Sure, here you go." You push the coins pouch onto the counter. "Thank you," The seller take it from you and count it before tucking the pounch under the counter. Then, with a complacent smile he adds. "Enjoy your visit."<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.35]]</center> <<set $Coin -= 30>>

Looking up at the heavy crowd once more. You secure your belongings, nudging them close to you. //A wise mind once said: Theft operations grow with the crowd.// You muse to yourself, hurrying your steps and climbing up the stairs as you squeeze your way between the heavy crowd. That earns you one too many grunts, complaints and a few swear terms you've never heard before. Like why would anyone ever call another the child of a dog? A donkey? Or curse their ancestors when they are already dead? But all is worth it for a safe and quick trip, it will all be over once you're inside the Upper City. Though you have to admit, these are one of the longest stairs you've ever had //the honour// to ascend, but you didn't seem to mind much on the night you escaped. You were so engrossed in running, that you just operated your way around the city streets without thinking much of what or how long it would take. It was horrific. Now, it surely feels ironic. The road you took to willingly enter is the very same one you used to escape.<hr> [[You feel nervous.|Ch1.23][$Cho10 to "1"]] [[You feel numb.|Ch1.23][$Cho10 to "2"]] [[All you feel is anger.|Ch1.23][$Cho10 to "3"]]

Your attention steers to a merchant who started calling in your direction as soon as her eyes landed on you. Her cart, towed by a horse, is set next to the ceramic fountain. It is full of silk, cotton and all different types of cloth materials. "Silky and Milky, you'll not find anything like it even in Kienty!! Buy three and take one for free!!" She calls as if her life depends on it. Seeing that her business is her breadwinner, maybe it does. The merchant's cries lure a crowd of high-borns like a pied piper as she begins to introduce the merchandise she claims are of high quality. It's not uncommon for people around here to get extorted or tricked. After all, this City also has no shortage of thieves and cheaters. Residing in a rich area doesn't insure your pocket safety, but only improves your chances of getting robbed. The guards patrolling and the status of most people means nothing to the dedicated of thieves. One would believe an expensive heavily guarded gem is not an unthinkable risk but a tougher struggle. Whether it's a worthy gamble or not, is not to be argued. The scent of flowers and herbs lingers in the air as you approach a nearby flower shop, set between the end of your road and the one leading to the Silvia district. A young <<cycle "$aman" autoselect>> <<option "woman">> <<option "man">> <</cycle>> is crouching next to a pot of flowers, caressing its petals with gloved hands.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.28.]]</center>

Once the road is cleared, the overflowing crowd push and shove their way inside the city, like prisoners detained in a cell who were sent packing into utopia. You are released into the street leading straight to a public space which was set in the middle of a cross road. You look sideways at the pure white houses extending on each side of the streets and leading to the centre of the Public space. The houses have huge ornate doors and simple wooden blue windows. They appear to be well maintained and much larger than their precedents from The Under city. People slowly scatter into different areas, the majority taking the roads leading to The Great Bazaar or Silvia district. The streets here are much less crowded, refined and nothing sticks to your $shoes you walk the limestone path. This City is certainly not solely for the wealthy to wander, but for people from all different backgrounds. Not for human pleasure but for every existing being, or rather //decent// beings //who are not blacklisted by The Crown.// That is. However, judging from their clothing, everyone whether a highborn, a merchant or a servant has a proper income to feed and dress decently. A distinct difference from what you've seen in the understreets. You halt in your steps to run your gaze over the public space, and then… //Thump// //Dang! Wrong move.// You shouldn't take your eyes off your surroundings for even a moment or you will risk throwing people to the ground. Just like now. "Are you serious..." The woman laying on the ground groans, tugging at her head.<hr> [["I'm sorry, I was distracted." You say. [stoic]|Ch1.28.0][$Cho28 to "3"]] [["Are you alright?" [Kind]|Ch1.28.0][$Cho28 to "4"]] [["You should be careful." [Cold]|Ch1.28.0][$Cho28 to "5"]] [["I…I will help you." [Kind]|Ch1.28.0][$Cho28 to "6"]] [["That hurts." You say, rubbing your arm. [Cunning]|Ch1.28.0][$Cho28 to "7"]]

<<link 'The Order'>><<dialog 'CODEX:ASSOCIATIONS'>><span class="mc">The Order</span> is an independent power. They are The Crown's personal army, and are only loyal to her. Their orders are received either from The Crown personally from their commanders. The Order was founded when the first Crown appeared and still is operating to this day. Their only goal and mission is to shield the Crown from any harm.<span class="purple">//[Read more on ''CODEX'']//</span> <<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>><</dialog>><</link>> is closing as many roads leading to the capital as possible, leaving people only one road to travel through. Your carriage continues to move forward, with a palpable slower pace due to the stifling traffic as you reach The Wing bridge. Your heart sinks and begins pounding loudly in your ears as you catch a glimpse of a very familiar gate getting bigger and bigger the closer you get to it. Your body trembles and you absently brush your damp palms on your cloak, repeatedly. You could only watch in awe. A wet warmth gathers around your forehead and you reach for it with the back of your hand to wipe it dry. It wasn't because you were excited or eager to arrive, for you don't believe your heart would sting like this and pound like loud drums inside your head if you were. The horseshoe arched entrance that was once the gate to your cage stood sturdy, of the finest dark wood and carved finely with complicated but detailed patterns made of fairy dust. The ceramic coated walls extending on each side were of blue and white decorative. It is a marvellous portal to an eerie land, where people like you stroll and go about their tasks freely. Even if this place was horrid to you, it still was a home to many others. To you it was a facade. That gate was a beautiful facade. And honestly, at this point all you wish for is to stay sane for just long enough to finish whatever is waiting for you inside and be able to return back.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.17.5]]</center> <<set $a3 to "true">> <<notify 5s>> //''CODEX''// Updated.<</notify>>

You've just started your ride and you're already bored. You'd better get some sleep to pass time.<hr> <center>[[You close your eyes.|Ch1.11]]</center>

<<if $Cho9 is "4">>"You're amazing," You tell $ahim, excitedly gawking at $ahis art work. "To grow this place and take care of these flowers requires a lot of effort and patience." <<print $ahe.toUpperFirst()>> watches you with amusement as $ahe pulls $ahis hands behind $ahis back. "That's very observant and thoughtful of you." You nod distracted by the vibrant colours, filling the shop entrance. A particular vigorous flower draws your attention and you beam as you look up at $ahim. "A blue lotus? How did you get it? It's such a rare flower, and it's a wild one. How can you raise it like this?" Anwar looks surprised as $ahe cocks $ahis head, smiling. "You know a lot about flowers. Are you a gardener? A florist, perhaps?" "Ahm, that's…" You mumble, freezing to your spot. How do you tell $ahim that you're a Witch, and not some angelic florist nor a //normal// gardener. Anwar takes notice of your hesitation, and $ahe steps next to you caressing the petals of the blue lotus. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that you need to take a particular profession to take interest in beautiful things. You must simply love flowers." "I do." You breathe out, watching $ahim as $ahe absently gazes at the flower. <<print $ahis.toUpperFirst()>> perfect side profile is a dreamy view. <<print $ahe.toUpperFirst()>> looked like $ahe belonged between these flowers and vigorous plants, a part of it. Such a fresh sight. <<print $ahis.toUpperFirst()>> burning amber eyes warmed with a copper tint glowed softly as $ahe stared at the flower, like a most precious treasure. "It burns." <<print $ahe.toUpperFirst()>> says, softly. "What?" You ask, stratled out of your haze. <<print $ahis.toUpperFirst()>> gaze shifts to you as $ahis hands remain on the lotus. "It looks like it's burning from the inside, doesn't it?" Your gaze drifts back to the flower. And it indeed does. The combination of orange and yellow shades make it look like it's burning from the inside. This look gives it a frenzy glow. "Even flowers can be tamed." Anwar crouches next to the flower and continues. "It may look like a fierce flower and it really is. It's one that thrives in tough weathers and circumantances. But once it's between your hands, turns delicate and needs a lot of care and attention to grow. Neglecting it, leads to its death." There is something strange about the way $ahe speaks. And although $ahe is not looking at you, $ahis words make you feel like $ahe's not describing the flower but speaking to you. But who is $ahe talking to you about?<<set $itemf to "2">><<set $roAnwar +=2>><</if>><hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.30.0]]</center>

"I honestly have no idea, as I don't know much about monsters' activities." He confesses. "But even if that's true, The Crown has yet to make an announcement. We are waiting until they are finished with preparing a report on what is going on." You step closer, trying to register his words. "Are you sure of what you say?" "Certainly, I don't know why you didn't hear about this, but even Ifran started taking precautions to protect its borders from the attacks." Zahir says. "The forests and woods are not safe so be careful on the way back." His words are completely different from what Refe told you. Their words don't correlate. And you passed through the forest of the night, but did not see anything strange or suspicious. What could be the connection between the two stories? How could Refe hear different words from what the seller told you?<hr> [[Ask him about the revolutionary acts.|Ch1.33.0][$C33 to "1"]] [[Don't ask him. You'd rather stay low and not attract attention.|Ch1.33.0][$C33 to "2"]]

Farther ahead behind the ceramic well was the road leading to the Great Bazaar, with shops standing on each side of the road. A small bakery and a post office. On the right, the vegetable and fruit shop is set next to the bakery. The best veggies are proudly displayed in large crates in front of the shop. The owner picks up a ripe apple and begins polishing it with a cloth as he wears his best customer service smile for the aged woman approaching his stalls. They share a short greeting and she gently pats his shoulder then turns to appraise the watermelons, rolling, stroking and weighing it before choosing a decent one. Your stomach rumbles loudly. Yet it's not for the sight of fresh produce in front of you but for the heated and savoury scent of the roadside food-stalls and bakery heated scent that just reached your nostrils. Your hunger prosper considerably when a group of people pass by you, happily chattering as they enjoy their beverages and juicy skewers.<hr> [[Go get some of those. You will have a full meal at a Saloon later.|Ch1.32][$C32 to "1"]] [[You're not that hungry. You'd wait till you reach the Saloon.|Ch1.35][$C32 to "2"]] <<notify 5s>>''//RELASHIONSHIP//'' HAVE BEEN UPDATED.<</notify>>

You walk the broad streets, staring at the long rows of houses. Apparently owned by officers and foreigners who prefer residing in a district which is close to their working place. Meanwhile, it's pretty well known Tiravians' upperclass rather inhabit the Alara and Zaitt districts. Still, these houses are no less extravagant. White, large and surrounded by high walls for privacy. The carefully carved wooden doors are as large as to literally fit a ghoul. Once you're on top, you turn your back to stare into the distance from atop the city and catch a glimpse of the horizon turned to shades of orange and red. The ocean is tinted in cobalt blue, with the sun beginning to descend under the water as if it were swimming in it. The docks as well as other parts of <<link 'The Great Port'>><<dialog 'CODEX:LORE'>><span class="mc">The Great Port</span> is one of the most important sources of income for the kingdom of Ramla. In the beginning, the port was made in order to facilitate the journeys of the first inhabitants <span class="purple">(Ramlans)</span>, also to help them fish and store food. As for later, it was conferred as an important trade exchange point between three kingdoms. (Anhar, Ramla and Batna.) <span class="purple">(Read more on CODEX: TIRAV.)</span><hr> <<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>><</dialog>><</link>> are visible. You catch sight of a werehouse, large containers, workers and some tourists getting off a large ship, from the blue bird crest you'd guess it's a ship from <<link 'Anhar'>><<dialog 'CODEX:PLACES'>><span class="mc">Anhar</span> is a country made up of several islands. It has water borders with Ramla to the south. The population is mostly made up of both Elves and faes, meanwhile humans are a minority.<span class="purple">(Read more on CODEX: places.)</span><hr> <<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>><</dialog>><</link>>. And just as Refe had told you, aside from The Ground Gate, The Great Port is the only open gate leading to Tirav. Satisfied with the sight, you begin carefully searching for a suitable place to stay for the night as you walk between brothels, Tea houses, shops and Saloons. Unlike the entrance of the district which is a residential area, the top is brimming with public and social spots. Farther downhill is the Zaitt district, and you don't plan to go there anytime soon since it's known as The Hand's main office domain.<hr><center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.37]]</center> <<set $p3 to "true">>

It's gotten late. The lanterns hanging loosely from the street poles become the only source of light illuminating the dark alleys and forming soft golden pools on the limestone path. You halt in front of the largest building in the district that appears to be a luxurious Saloon surrounded by huge walls. A building of three stories, from which you can see the balcony of the second floor from your spot. It's a sturdy large building, and definitely an excellent one at that. You promised to treat yourself during your stay here. Besides, why would you use your own money to stay in a cheap lodge when you can exploit The Crown's letter to the last drop. This may soothe the lump in your heart, even if a tiny bit. Pushing the Saloon's wooden door open, you are immediately ushered into the central courtyard by a fresh-looking woman, her smile radiating like sunlight. "Welcome dear customer!" <<link 'The Riad'>><<dialog 'CODEX: LORE'>><span class="mc">•The Riad•</span> Most houses and buildings of wealthy residents in Tirav; are with multiple stories and centred around an open-air courtyard with a fountain called a Riad. It's an open-air area, an interior garden or a courtyard. <<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>><</dialog>><</link>> has an imposing star-shaped waterfall in the middle and its floor is made of the finest zellij tiles. People circled the Riad chattering and enjoying the night view from their soft cushion beds, as they seeped on their tea leisurely. A bearded man leaning on the fountain is playing the mandolin as the woman next to him beats the bendir. A group of folks sat on their cushions and gathered around the pair in small groups to sing along, songs of old. The woman who welcomed you at the door seizes your attention as she points at the building in front of you, and says, "I apologize but there's only one last available seat inside for tonight." "The balcony seats are all taken?" You ask, looking up at the crowded low tables encircled by cushions, and lining the entirety of the second-floor's balcony. "I'm sorry," She shakes her head, prompting you forward with an open arm. "But I promise it's a decent seat, please follow me inside." You nod and follow after her, leaving the courtyard and sauntering inside the building. The heavy thick air blows over your skin as you step inside, and you immediately miss the cool airy breeze from outside.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.38]]</center> <<set $l3 to "true">>

The interior is exploding with colors and frills. Zellij tiles, ornaments and painted glass windows covered the walls. There are two long rows of seating areas set by the walls; it is a form of elevated platforms that have marble pillars supporting the ceiling and exhibiting large lanterns in the middle, which added a yellowy red background to the space. The paths between platforms are broad and covered with a carpet of red, green and yellow geometric patterns. "You can take the seat over there." The woman points to a seating area on the far right. It's not bad. In fact, it's the perfect spot to conceal yourself away from the crowd. Then she continues. "If you want to order anything then please head to the registers over there," She points at a small open room, covered by transparent beige curtains and built under the stairs leading upstairs. It overlooks the rest of the space, and actually is the closest to your seat. "And again we are sorry for any inconvenience, dear customer." The woman continues to apologise as she inclines her head.<hr> [["It's alright, I only have myself to blame." You admit.|Ch1.39][$C39 to "1"]] [[You nod thoughtlessly, and move away.|Ch1.39][$C39 to "2"]] [["Don't worry about it." You smile to reassure her. It's not her fault.|Ch1.39][$C39 to "3"]]

<<if $p3 is "true">><center><span class="mc">THE ANHAR KINGDOM</span></center> Anhar is a country made up of several islands. It has water borders with Ramla to the south. The population is mostly made up of both Elves and faes, meanwhile humans are a minority. Anhar depends on marine trade, as well as rare jewelry and gold. It has a close and amicable relationship with Ramla. <<message 'PROFILE'>> ''Capital'': Jaref. ''Government'': Monarchy. ''Demonym'': Anhari. ''Current Crown'': Kaws Battim<</message>><</if>> <<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>>

<<if $C39 is "1">>"It's alright, I only have myself to blame." You admit, raising your hand in an attempt to ease her worries. "Thank you! Have a nice stay." She nods before disappearing outside once more.<<elseif $C39 is "2">>You nod thoughtlessly, and move away before you could register her expression.<<elseif $C39 is "3">>"Don't worry about it." You smile lightly to reassure her. It's not her fault. "If you say so," She nods, as a wide content smile begins to ascend her expression. "Then, excuse me." You nod and she disappears outside once more.<</if>> You are incredibly hungry, and so you hurriedly saunter between the two seating rows to the registers at the end of the hall. Your footsteps quelled by the thick rug under your feet. On your way there, you take notice of a group of drunks singing and dancing on the platform opposite of yours. You can already imagine the severe headache this company will cause in the morning, and you'd hate to stay until then. The air here isn't any different from a common Saloon, just the usual upbeat loud noises, excited cries and the smell of sweat, tea and wine. It's a place for those who seek entertainment and leisure afterall. But in contrast to the former, expensive and popular Saloons are moderately clean and lavishly decorated. Not to mention their services tend to be more favourable which is exactly what you are in lack of now. Reaching the register room, you swipe the light plain fabric aside and step inside. Behind the long counter is the keeper, wearing a wide serwal with cuffs at the ankles and a fitted black shirt. He's currently busy counting his coins chain, and resting his legs on top of the curved dark wood counter. As soon as he notices you approaching, the keeper swiftly straightens up, shifting in his chair to a more proper stance. There's a hint of canines peeking at you from under the wide business smile he gives as you approach. "Seeking to fill a hungry stomach or resting tired limbs?" The keeper asks, tilting his head as strands of long dark brown hair fall over his shoulder, framing a round face and fitting a glowing brown skin. You're itching to ask about his skincare habits but you're too afraid your pride would take a hit, if he confesses to only washing his face with soap and water. It's not like you do use any skin products yourself. However, you do sell them. //Witch privilege, be grateful for your ancestors.// Though you'd say his skin put even yours as a Witch to shame.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.40]]</center>

Forcing the thoughts aside, you inquire, "What if I didn't want either?" It's not like you actually don't. You are just curious as to what else this place could offer. His expression darkens and he shrugs, supporting one hand on top of the desk as he crouches down to return the coins back into a drawer. Your eyes shift slightly to the tattoo drawn on his hand but he pulls it away before you could make it out for what it is. Though, you suspect it looked like a wing on fire. And that's...odd. You must have seen wrong. Phoenix went extinct. Humans made sure of that. You have a tatto of your own too. It's one you get when you've completed your training. Yours is a <<nobr>><<cycle "$tattoo" autoselect>> <<option "Raven tattoo on your arm">> <<option "Moon phases tattoo on top of your wrist">> <<option "Love yourself tattoo on your collarbone">> <<option "Half moon on your forehead">> <</cycle>><</nobr>> . "If one doesn't plan to order anything then you can dwell around for as long as you wish," The keeper explains, bringing your thoughts back to your previous topic as he glances at you from the corner of his eye warily. You hear the clinging of keys before he comes back to his feet. "That is as long as you pay a reasonable fee," The keeper adds, bending over the countertop as he pushes a wooden board on top of it. You glance down at the menu, listing varied choices of food and drinks. When you look up to meet his gaze again with a quizzical look, he grins. "In my experience as a host, I don't think it is what you're here for. So, which will it be?" "Both," You answer quickly without missing a bit. And he nods, satisfied. You wonder if he is pleased that he hit the nail or that he expects a generous amount of money to fall on their Saloon tonight. Because it better not be the latter. "Great!" He says, claspig his hands together. "What would you like to see first?"<hr> [[' "I would like to see what you have as savory plates." '|C41]] [[' "I would rather see what you have as dessert options first." '|C41.]]

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<div class="Container"><span class="big">︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶THE RUBY QUEEN HOUSE.︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶</span></div> THE TASTE OF PARADISE<img src="data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABkAAAAZCAYAAADE6YVjAAAACXBIWXMAAAsTAAALEwEAmpwYAAABgUlEQVR4nN2VwSsEURzHH0pclJKLXKRkj8z7zaiNCyflZOb32yWi+BMUDpNk5/fYPXD2F2xxU8o/IE7KhaJo5SDl4qBWq8fs7tCWxduD/dW3ppn3Pp/fm3m9EeK/lBvzmwl4EoF3CHgpMZjuMAZHK92NwOsEfE+gCuXwretkuv6ALjSQzWMIvE+S80UwSj4j4GWUfBzeO5kd8Vt+hJ6C7Ta01SKCOo90/ULAWc/aHC2OS8aDdpR8GYpXq4J7jhogqXYJ1HMEfoOgVqaHtjorzpHBcDjuSUsrgvUyPQhmIksvIKhXBHVItppw3WzTd80R8FE4d/7Tg6QV9KBUCoEfSl1LfkTgtOukeqtaelEieSFk7Alf+I0EPI6SD3S35c751LN5znUyreIX5VqqL2RdCAS9K6Lbz3Ak50VNBfCRkkTUoKh+JVeif8106KvkWsSMhypIfNOh+vvwKPlOXyRsjpsUeMWTWHJO24IaHysb7/9nlCqljYbhOS3QfJNvSNR/vQEvqBNlOb/mjgAAAABJRU5ErkJggg=="><img src="data:image/png;base64,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"> <span class="small">Our sweets will melt in your mouth and sweeten your tongue.</span> <div style="text-align: right;">•//please make sure to inform us if you're allergic to any of the ingridients//•</div><div id="ds" data-max-selectable="1"> <table class="table"> <tr> <td>''FOOD.''</td> <td>''PRICE.''</td> </tr> <tr> <td><label><<checkbox "$Baklawa" false true>> 1= Baklawa. [''Ingredients'': Pure honey, Flour, Rose water, Butter, Sugar, Ground cinnamon.][Nut filling options: Almonds, Walnut, Pistachio.][handmade dough.] </label></td> <td>90 RC<img src="data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABAAAAAQCAYAAAAf8/9hAAAACXBIWXMAAAsTAAALEwEAmpwYAAAB+0lEQVR4nGNInF9xOXlG3f/Uir6raRX9lgxQMK3eVWxmjfveqZVOjiD+zCp3yek1roen1DhqMyCDxHkVlxPnV1xMq5gQmlbRd4+B4T/jtGpXpxk1rm+3T4/+ObvO7eOkKhfvmbWur7ZNjfw1u979ycxyF34GbCC1uvdv8oyKL/nT8//0Lyv9v3573f8Vy/L+9bcE/Tu1Nuvv13Ot/w8tTP45q8798KrQUGYMA9Iauz81r575f8bxxf979s3837il73/Z6pb/6Qsr/8fNKfufu6jqf8PKmv81s3J/FU9MOxw3uzwG1QXNHZdrF0z7v+vBXgy8/d7u/6uubvw///SK/5MPzftfvbHnb8K88rcoBiS1tC3O653wG6YJ5ApsNAjPPb3sf/KCyksoBqS0tKelN/T8gSkCORsbDcITDs79nzivYg2KAZnNPbKplf3/t9/dTdCAlh2TfsbOLmvFGhMLj68j6IXSte0f42eXpmEa0ND9rnvdfKwBCcObbm0H+f973OwyMwwDUpo7TyV3tf5KWVj1HhVXf0hdWP0RhBPnV3xNWVg1AWtiSqvsy06r6NvGQC5Irpygl1rR9zGjvMeQbEMyaibsS6+a8C+zeuL/tMp+FJxRPfF/etWEP9m1E7twGpBeNeHHnLUHQQq/kyIHByDTQQqz6iZ3EpIDAORupGKEe7mNAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC"></td> </tr> <tr> <td><label><<checkbox "$Baghrir" false true>>2=Baghrir.[''Ingredients'': flour, semolina, sugar, raw honey, dry yeast, and warm water.] </label></td> <td>65 RC<img src="data:image/png;base64,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"></td> </tr> <tr> <td><label><<checkbox "$Tamina" false true>> Tamina. [''Ingredients:'' semolina, salt, honey, butter.][Topped with a Mix nuts of choice.]</label></td> <td>85 RC<img src="data:image/png;base64,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"></td> </tr> </table></div> <<script>> $(document).one(':passagerender', function (ev) { setup.limitCheckboxSelection(ev.content, '#ds', 1); }); <</script>><hr> <center>[[You're finished with your order.|Ch1.42.0]]</center> <<set $Cho41 to "true">>

<div class="Container"><span class="big">︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶THE RUBY QUEEN HOUSE.︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶</span></div> <span class="small">DRINKS SERVED BY US.</span> •COLD BEVERAGES•<img src="data:image/png;base64,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"> <div style="text-align: right;">•//please make sure to inform us if you're allergic to any of the ingridients//•</div> <div id="fo" data-max-selectable="1"><table class="table"> <tr> <td>''DRINK.''</td> <td>''PRICE.''</td> </tr> <tr> <td><label><<checkbox "$water" false true>>1=Water. </label></td> <td>FREE.<img src="data:image/png;base64,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"></td> </tr> <tr> <td><label><<checkbox "$Ojuice" false true>> 1= Orange juice.[''INGREDIENTS'': freshly picked oranges, sugar.] </label></td> <td>45 RC<img src="data:image/png;base64,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"></td> </tr> <tr> <td><label><<checkbox "$Ljuice" false true>>2=Lemon juice [''INGREDIENTS'': freshly picked lemons, sugar.] </label></td> <td>50 RC<img src="data:image/png;base64,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"></td> </tr> <tr> <td><label><<checkbox "$wine" false true>>3=Red wine.</label></td> <td>45 RC<img 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your order.|Ch1.43.]]</center>

"Is there any anything else you'd like to request? Or maybe something special added to your order?" "No, I'm fine." You asnwer. "What beverages do you offer?" You inquire, and he immediately pushes another wooden board on the counter.<hr> <center>[[Choose a beverage.|Ch1.42.]]</center>

<center><div style="font-family: 'Delius', cursive;"><img src="data:image/png;base64,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">THE AGREEMENT.<img src="data:image/png;base64,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"></div></center><hr> <div style="text-align: center; font-family: 'Delius', cursive; color: white;">THE COUNCIL<img src="data:image/png;base64,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">RUBY QUEEN SALOON</div> <div class="containerr">The agreement that took place between the two represented parties; implies that The Ruby Queen's Saloon is exempt from the obligation to provide free food for The Royal letter holders. The Saloon is still expected and required to provide free lodging and keep food prices within reasonable limits, as well as showing hospitality for our estimated guest. <div style="text-align: right;">The High Council.<img src="data:image/png;base64,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"></div></div><hr> <center><<button "CONFIRM" 'Ch1.43'>> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>></center>

"According to the agreement you're to have a free room, but still have to pay for your meal." The keeper explains farther. "I see." You say, reaching for your pouch to pay. "We only accept payment after our service." He says, raising a hand for you to stop. "We will get your order to your table in a moment. After you're done, you'll be provided with a key to your room, and if you still have any requests or wishes to inquire further on our services, please call for a servant." He says with neutral courtesy, as he inclined his head slightly. "Please, enjoy your stay, dear guest." You thank him with as much politeness and walk to your table. People usually have different reactions to the letter, some would rather get paid and others would be satisfied by pleasing a person close to The Crown, eventually earning potential connections. In this keeper's case, you couldn't tell if he was upset or pleased, no emotion registered on his face as his hand brushed over the letter's seal. Still, you'd bet he was disappointed to an extent. This keeper does look like the type to milk you to the last drop before letting you go. His reaction was a bit different from the guard's but you could understand his skepticism. You'll be just as cautious if someone came to you with a letter from The Crown, which was the case for you a few days ago. As far as your knowledge goes, it's a truly rare occurrence.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.44]]</center>

You sit cross legged, tapping your fingers on the mahogany table and glancing around thoughtlessly. There are individuals minding their own business in the corners silently just like you, meanwhile others or most patrons join the crowded tables to enjoy chatting, drinking or arm wrestling. You blink and your eyes instinctively drift to your right, peeking at the platform behind the one on the row next to yours. There's a thin curtain draped over and obscuring your view. Your head throb. A feeling of anxiety suddenly invades your senses, there is something telling you to check the area. You feel it. You can sense it. There is something wrong going on as your eyes twitch, urging to connect with your Raven. You could probably make most of what's inside using your Aether. They could sense something is watching them but won't know who or how. You could reach for your Raven Eyes, knowing it would risk getting you noticed.<hr> [[Use Aether to see inside the platform.|Ch1.45][$C44 to "1"]] [[Let it go.|Ch1.45][$C44 to "2"]]

<<if $C44 is "1">>You close your eyes shut, squeezing them tightly as you expand your senses farther beyond the building domain to search for him. It's a practice that requires experience, concentration and precision. It's easy to lose focus when your senses are overwhelmed with pesky emotions; such as anger, uneasiness or anxiety. If you let them control you, you wouldn't be able to concerate or work it properly. All emotions are a hindrance, during this trance. There he is, your Raven. On top of the building. You immediately reach for him and connect. //Throb. An immediate headache surges to your head.// Your eyes snap open, and you feel your pupil dilating, seizing your entire vision. Your lips open slightly as your Raven's opaque essence slowly seeps out of your mouth, akin to cigarette smoke. Yet, it feels like your soul left your body as you lose all senses of hearing, seeing and become entirely unaware of your surroundings. Unconscious. //Your breathing stops.// This practice leaves you entirely vulnerable, so you'll need to be quick. The shadow trickles freely in the air, wringing its way between the crowd and into the slight gap left in the curtains. You blink and your vision shifts, giving you an explicit clear vision of what's inside the platform as your Raven settles on top of the lantern and glares down at the room. The area is encircled by a group of six, who are supposedly enjoying a game of cards. You couldn't miss the subtle glances, the shortest one with scars all across her face tosses your way as she flips the cards skillfully in her hands. The man sitting on top of the square mahagony table starts laughing awkwardly, smacking the one next to him on her back and instantly averting his gaze when he is caught doing just about the same thing as his comrade. Staring. This exchange undoubtedly screams trouble. What have you gotten yourself into again? You were literally keeping your head as low as you could.<<elseif $C44 is "2">>You wont risk it. It would be better if you keep it low for now. It won't do you any good if you're caught spying on them, even if they are doing just that. No one would dare harm you in this big crowd, that would be an inappropriate public display in a distinguished Saloon. You'd just have to wait and see for now.<</if>> Your ears perk up as the sound of subtle footsteps approaches from behind you. The place is heavily crowded and sounds of shoes shuffling on the carpet come from all random directions; it has blended together into one loud racket, yet you could pick up that very particular one almost instantly. Because it's coming for //you.// This person is taking slow, calculated and confident steps. You couldn't lie, it's distressing. Especially after your prior exchange with that strange group of thugs. It makes your skin crawl. A sense of vulnerability.<hr> [[' "If you are trying to sneak up on me then please try to be more discreet." '|Ch1.46][$C45 to "1"]] [[You ignore them and continue minding your own business.|Ch1.46][$C45 to "2"]] [[' "Well, isn't that just rude?" '|Ch1.46][$C45 to "3"]] [[You instantly turn around, alarmed. You don't take nicely to such gestures. Whoever is trying to sneak up on you.|Ch1.46][$C45 to "4"]]

<<if $C45 is "1">>"If you are trying to sneak up on me then please do try to be more discreet." You tell whomever is trying to get close to you, amongst the crowd. "If not?" A husky voice resounds right next to your head. //Walking on feathers are we.// When did they manage to get so close? "I doubt it." You answer, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. You'll say they weren't sneaking up on you, if they didn't try. But they did. It's clear that whomever this person is. They are trying to intimidate you, that they could conceal their footsteps noise if they wanted to. That they wanted you to know they were coming for //you.// But even if that wasn't the case. The remaining question now is; What are they trying to do? You don't bother to look up as you lift the cup of water the waiter left earlier to your lips. It's clear they are trying to intimidate you. //Fuck you, right?// Why do you keep surrounding yourself with dangerous individuals?<<set $rYasir to Math.clamp($rYasir + 5, 0, 100)>><<fair_plus "$playful" +20>><<elseif $C45 is "2">>It's a crowded place, no one would dare attack you in a public building. Well, it's a different story if that person is insane or particularly violent. Still, even with that knowledge, you can't help the way the skin on your back crawls as you force yourself to surpass a shiver. You reach for the cup of water the young woman left for you earlier, it may help soothe your alerting nerves. Even though you know that your signalling senses won't recoil until the potential danger passes. It's clear they are trying to intimidate you, that they could conceal their footsteps noise if they wanted to. That //they// wanted you to know they were coming for //you.// //Fuck you, right?// Why do you keep surrounding yourself with dangerous people?<<fair_plus "$stoic" +10>><<elseif $C45 is "3">>You scoff, running your finger on the rim of the goblet of water the young woman left for you, "Well, isn't that just rude?" You ask, smiling to yourself. "What is?" You hear a thick laugh resounding next to your head, and you shiver. When did they manage to get so close? It's clear they're trying to intimidate you, that they could conceal their footsteps noise if they wanted to. That //they// wanted you to know they were coming for //you.// And it doesn't sit well with you. You refrain from answering the rude stranger. Even if you took their act with a grain of salt you still don't appreciate being stalked.<<fair_plus "$sarcastic" +20>><<elseif $C45 is "4">>It's clear they are trying to intimidate you, that they could conceal their footsteps noise if they wanted to. That //they// wanted you to know he was coming for //you.// //Fuck you, right?// Why do you keep surrounding yourself with dangerous people? You instantly turn around, alarmed. You don't take nicely to such gestures. Whoever is trying to sneak up on you is going to hear it from you. "I don't take kindly to stalking." You say, glaring at the person standing next to your head, behind the platform patio. He doesn't answer and instead continues walking forward. You frown. When did he manage to get so close? It doesn't sit well with you.<<fair_plus "$cautious" +10>><</if>><hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.47]]</center>

The uninvited guest steps into the platform and crouches down, claiming the cushion seat opposite you and giving you a clear view of his figure as he crosses his legs and lays his arms on his thighs. The first thing that catches your line of sight is the extravagant gold cuff clasped to his sash, insinuating to a wealthy background. Your gaze slowly trails up to meet the face of a refined, sophisticated man who looks quite tall even as he sits down. Probably born into it. A highborn, alright. "Are you alone?" He inquires, grinning at you as his hand runs over his neatly slicked back ebony short hair. He wears an emerald green robe, slightly open at the chest and tied around his waist by a silk silver sash adorned with small tassels. Hanging loosely over his shoulder is a sleevless long back cloak. You keep your thoughts about him to yourself for now and address his question.<hr> [["And how is that any of your business?" You inquire. ♡|C47.1]] [["Do you want me to be?" You ask, grinning. ♡|C1.47.][$C47 to "2"]] [["That phrase is old-fashioned." You state, bluntly.|C1.47.][$C47 to "4"]] [["I didn't tell you to sit down." You say. ♡|C1.47.2]] [["Not anymore." You say, shrugging.|C1.47.][$C47 to "5"]]

You fold your arms across your chest in defiance, and avert your gaze as you feel a sudden rush of heat climbing into your cheeks. "Shouldn't you have just said so directly from the beginning?" This time he's the one baffled. His mouth closes and opens for a second. It seems you've got him out of fucking words. Because if his words weren't clear. What about his tone? Michievous grin? Just admit you fucked this up. You could just admit to your ignorance and insensibility. But you? admit to it? Admit to what? No, you won't do that. Oblivious to your rushing mad thoughts, the man starts laughing to himself. "Said what directly? That I'm flirting with you?" He asks, cocking his head to the side. "Turns out I'm not as smooth as I would like to think." "Yeah, I guess you are not." You nod, agreeing with him. It's not like you'd admit anytime soon that you were the oblivious one in this equation. He can dream about it all he wants. The man simply smiles. You wouldn't call it polite, genuine, or amused. It's rather...predatory. It makes you wary of what he is going to say next, and your brows furrow into a knot as you bring your arms closer to your chest. "Is it your first time here?" //There it is, you knew you wouldn't like it.// You've always wanted to believe that you were up for anything, ready for //anything//. People questions, attacks and others curiosity. But you'll admit, you didn't expect him to ask you //this//. And that's because it just a simple question. Quite simple, so simple. But that's what makes it strange. Although, you have no problem in letting him know as long as you don't get into details.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.48]]</center>

<<if $C47 is "2">>You lean forward, batting your eyelashes as you whisper in a seductive sultry voice. "Do you want me to be?" What a fine man you've got yourself here. He is very much your type. A reserved and confident demeanour. And would you look at those dangerously enchanting hazel eyes? The man grins and your stomach does a flipback. "Obviously," He whispers with as much enthusiasm, leaning forward until only hot breaths can be felt between you. //Well, this escalated fast.// You stay like this for what feels like forever, scrutinising each other's every feature. His full lips look so soft, chewable. You bite yours lightly instead, quelling the urge to do his. Your eyes slowly drift up to meet his gaze once again. There was a mysterious color, an addicting hue to it. It looked like a forest of green, like the sky at dawn and more of a dirty path leading to your own end. An alarming hazel. Apparently, you have an unhealthy appetite for fellows with lethal and dangerous auras. Grining, you will yourself to slowly pull back into your seat, cursing as you suppress the heat spreading throughout your body. He leans in following after you with his dreamy eyes fixated on your lips. As soon as he reaches a certain point, the table edges halt his movement, restricting him from leaning forward any farther. He stares back at you with an unblinking expression as if he was just splashed with water, and awakened from a lucid dream. It's not fun if he doesn't work for it. Hell, this attraction you feel when you don't even know his name feel illegal. You catch a hint of disappointment in his eyes, and can't help but giggle at that. The man blinks a few times before pulling back, retaining his composure. "Say, is it your first time here?" The man inquires, breaking from his daze and choosing to change the subject. Your grin drops, and your fingers that have been running nonstop on your goblet edges instantly halt its movements as you ponder over the question. //What a mood killer!// You've always wanted to believe that you were up for anything, ready for //anything//. People questions, attacks and others curiosity. But you'll admit, you didn't expect him to ask you this. And that's because it just a simple question. Quite simple, so simple. But that's what makes it strange. Although, there's no harm in letting him know, as long as you don't get into details.<<fair_plus "$playful" +10>><<set $roYasir +=1>><<elseif $C47 is "4">>"That one is old-fashioned," You say, bluntly. You wouldn't actually call it old-fashioned, but choose to be bitter today. He smiles, leaning on his elbows and supporting his chin on his hand as he stares at you with amusement. "It always works though." Sparing a glance at his relaxed expression, you say. "Then consider this the first of many more upcoming failures." "And why are you so sure of that?" He asks, genuinely curious. "Because no matter how much people like to think they are different and unique, they will always share a lot of traits and similarities. I'm no different. There's a high chance you'd get the same response again if you use it often enough." The man cocks his head in thoughts, then nods. "When you //are// special for //reasons//." He insists, pulling back. "I would rather think of it this way; my luck will return to me after this encounter." "Optimistic." You shrug. "Good luck with that." He chuckles, moving to his next question which is not one you appreciate being asked. "Is it your first time here?" You've always wanted to believe that you were up for anything, ready for //anything//. People questions, attacks and others curiosity. But you'll admit, you didn't expect him to ask you //this.// And that's because it just a simple question. Quite simple, so simple. But that's what makes it strange, suspicious. Since you will inevitably receive similar questions in the future anyway. There's no harm in letting him know, as long as you don't get into details, just like you've always done.<<fair_plus "$sarcastic" -10>><<elseif $C47 is "5">>"Not anymore." You say, glancing at him and then turning your attention to your drink again. "Well, that's cold." The man grins, nodding in your direction. Even as he says it, he doesn't seem to mind your attitude but rather takes joy in it. "Is it?" You cock an uninterested brow, but you are not sure he notices as your head is dipped down, studying the carvings on the table. He shrugs, feigning indifference but his eyes are dancing with amusement. Like watching a little pet bite on his finger. "Well, from all the reactions I expected this one was unforeseen." "Your question was clear and I had a simple answer. I don't see what's so unforeseen about it." You tell him, quietly. "But you could always try again." "That's a good idea, let's not linger in the past." He nods and laughs in response. "Fortunately, I have yet another question for you." Is //but a few seconds// considered lingering in the past? Technically, he's not wrong. Looks like he will take what he can get. Though, his next question doesn't please you but rather awakens the paranoid in you. "So is it your first time here?" You've always wanted to believe that you were up for anything, ready for //anything//. People questions, attacks and strange occurrences. You've always wanted to believe that you were up for anything, ready for //anything//. People questions, attacks and others curiosity. But you'll admit, you didn't expect him to ask you //this//. And that's because it just a simple question. Quite simple, so simple. But that's what makes it strange. Although, you have no problem in letting him know as log as you don't get into details.<<set $rYasir to Math.clamp($rYasir + 5, 0, 100)>><<fair_plus "$stoic" +10>><</if>><hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.48]]</center>

"I didn't allow you to sit down." You note. You know that people here can be overly friendly and nosy at times but that doesn't mean you'd tolerate it. He looks quite taken aback by your remark but quickly blinks the surprise away as he leans back onto his chair. He looks confident enough not to get hurt by a nasty remark from a peasant. Or maybe and despite his looks, he just has thick skin. The man appears unbothered, as he answers. "No, you didn't." Your brows twist into a knot, lips twitching. "But you still allowed yourself to do so." He shrugs, nodding. "I guess, yeah." //Ha! Is he joking?// Your gaze sharpens and your frown deepens, as you glare at him. "Give me a reason as to why I shouldn't ask someone to come kick you from this table or the whole place for client disturbance." The man laughs. "You'd go that far? Seriously! Don't say that, I will like you even more." "I don't think it's my fault if you have a masochistic side to you, sir." You mutter, crossing your arms and glaring to the side. His flirting has little effect on you at this point. This time a louder laugh erupts from his chest, and he starts shaking as he pretends to wipe a tear. You never would have taken yourself as a comedian.// A clown.// "I will confess this is the first time I hear this one." He confesses, appearing amused by you. "People usually use completely…opposite words to describe me." "That didn't answer my first question." You say, cocking your head to get a better view of his face. He doesn't look bothered in the least as he stares back at you with a lighthearted gaze. "You could try." "What?" He grins, shrugging. "Try it. Kick me." Is that a challenge because you'd surely take it if he continues to push your buttons, and why is he so confident? Though seeing that the buttons on his shirt could buy the whole place. He //should// be. Even you are acting as cocky, enjoying your dinner in an elegant place that you could not have dreamed of entering without the Royal letter.<hr><<fair_plus "$cold" +10>><<set $roYasir +=1>> <center>[[NEXT.|C1.47.2.]]</center>

"And how is that your business?" You ask, raising a questioning brow. Your eyes never once leave his, searching for any hints of doubt or deceit. A look of surprise washes over his face for a second. Has he never been queried about his intentions before? You roll your eyes. //Highborns.// The man's expression returns to its previous cocky confidence as he leans back in his seat. "I guess not, but if you want it to be-" "What do you want?" You ask, bluntly. If he doesn't cut to the chase then you will. You don't even try to hide your scepticism as you glare pointedly at him. What does he want from you? "I'm flirting with you." He says, as if his explicit words and unmistakable intention were unable to get through that thick skull of yours. "You-" You begin. "Wait. W-What?" Your retort dies in your throat as you feel your tongue twist into a knot, quite baffled by the sudden statement and more embarrassed by your own oblivion.<<set $roYasir +=1>><hr> <center>[[NEXT.|C1.47.1]]</center>

You stare back at him coldly, assessing his expression closely and acting as relaxed and composed as possible, because deep down you surely are losing it by now. It doesn't matter at this point, you'll just entertain him to see where this is going. "No." You answer, truthfully. But you can't help being wary, let's blame it on your overthinking mind for the millionth time. "No, it's not. But how is that a concern of yours? Have you…Have you seen me before?" "I'm simply trying to make conversation." He shrugs brushing off your attempt at antagonising him. "I'm Yasir." "Knowing your name won't help with easing this conversation." You grimace as you say this. You're not always this aggressive with strangers. Yet… Have you read too much into it? Maybe. But it's not your fault, you know not to trust strangers. You can't give it up, there's something…Does he know you? Is he playing fool? Maybe, he's someone from the past you don't remember. But you can't point him out. He doesn't strike anywhere close in your memory. "Say, what do you need from me? //Truly//." You ask once more. You just can't help yourself, it's almost as if your consciousness is speaking for you and the words leave your lips before you can think it over. People always spoke to you for a purpose, to take something. It was never for the joy of chatting with you. You wish you could stop being paranoid, but you know that you won't be able to trust anyone that easily. //A simple conversation?// Your ass. //He wants something.// The man, Yasir nods once. "I think you'd like to rethink your question, it's //you// who need me." //Ah! No! He's getting on your nerves now//. Who does he think he is? Would he like to know how much you want to punch that handsome face of his? It's a crime to walk around with that face //and// attitude. To be this brazen. "You must be kidding. I? //Me//? I need //you?//" You snort, shaking your head in disbelief. "Excuse my rudness, but are you insane? If you're then you're excused, I forgive you. So just leave me alone, please."<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.49]]</center>

"Listen, I'm not trying to bother you." The man begins. "I am here and you're here. I'm alone and so you're. So, I just thought we should chat." You start at him for a long moment before sighing. If you were going to raise your walls that high, and be wary of every single person then you'd would look strange and suspicious. It's just a chat over dinner and you'll part ways later. You can bear with it, for an hour...or two. "Alright, I don't mind it." You let out in defeat. He seemed to have reconsidered and decided against infruitaing you any further as he spoke. "Nice." His smile widens, but to your horror his next question have you regreting the moment he saw you. "Is it your first time here?" Your expression fall and your fingers that have been running nonstop on your goblet rims cease their movements, as you ponder over his question. You've always wanted to believe that you were up for anything, ready for //anything//. People questions, attacks and others curiosity. But you'll admit, you didn't expect him to ask you //this//. And that's because it just a simple question. Quite simple, so simple. But that's what makes it strange. He is a curious and nosy individual isn't he? But, there's no harm in letting him know, as long as you don't get into details.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.48]]</center>

"Do you see the group of misfits in the opposite row, sitting on the fifth table?" He asks, fixating his sharp gaze on you. Your eyes immediately drifts there. It's the same group that have been watching you from before. "What's going on?" You ask hastily, trying to keep your voice low. They are clearly suspicious but what if you are overthinking it? Are they…? What do you do if it's true? "As you must have noticed, these are thieves. Part of a pretty famous guild here; The Falcons if you've ever heard of them⎯" He says, tapping his fingers on the table surface as he scrutinises your expression with his icy gaze. When has the air turned so intense? "⎯Skilled, capable and quick with their hands." Yasir continues watching you closely. You didn't realize his face turning serious as you were too busy probing the ways you could get rid of them…and now //him//. You try to look relaxed as you lean back on your chair, but the gears in your head are clearly shifting in many ways than one. You shouldn't let them know that you've noticed anything, you know that but they've caught you staring too. You've been doing it for too long for them not to.<hr> [["Is this the part where you tell me it's your crew, thieves leader?" You remark, sarcastically.|Ch1.49.][$C48 to "1"]] [["Summary." You say, dragging your tongue inside your mouth, impatiently.|Ch1.49.][$C48 to "2"]] [["I feel like there's a lost piece in this puzzle. If I may be honest." You argue.|Ch1.49.][$C48 to "3"]] [['"I can see that they are thieves. But you, what role do you play in all this?"'|Ch1.49.][$C48 to "4"]]

<<if $C49 is "1">>Despite your effort to stay calm, you can't help stomping your fist on the wooden table, but instantly quiver inside your hood as people nearby start peeking at you curiously, others annoyed. You don't need or want any more attention on you. "And why are you telling me this?" "I already told you that I want to help." Yasir offers. "Why?" He shrugs. "Because I can." don't fully believe him, there's a lost piece here. Though, You sigh, nodding. "How do you plan to do that?"<<elseif $C49 is "2">>You stare down at your trembling hands, licking your lips nervously. "What do I do now?" "Calm down, I will help you." He leans and whispers softly. But that doesn't do anything to calm your heart which is currently beating loudly inside your ear. You can't help feeling like a prey under their intense gazes, prickling down your skin. You hate it. Your gaze shifts between him and the group of thieves. "How do you plan to do that?"<<elseif $C49 is "3">>Your gaze is cautious as you look at him closely. "That still doesn't answer the question, why do I need you?" "I'm the only person who can help you." A combination of surprise and suspicion flickers through you, as your eyes narrow. "Why would you?" "Do I need a reason?" He asks, and you glare at him. //Of course he does.// When you don't answer, he shrugs. "Because I can." You quickly recover, leaning back. And genuinely wonder how one person could help you get out of this. Out of the claws of the most famous thieves guild in Tirav. It could quickly turn into a mess if handled poorly. So, you ask just that. "How do you plan to do that?"<<fair_plus "$cautious" +10>><<elseif $C49 is "4">>You shake your head, as you mutter hesitantly. "You are bluffing…right?" He smiles faintly at that. "I don't think you'd want to test that." The skeptical look on your face doesn't waver, even as his gaze on you softens. "I will." "Are you refusing my offer to help?" "I didn't say that," You say, as your gaze shifts between him and the group of thieves. "What I'm saying is why should I believe you of all people can help me against the most famous thief guild in the city?" You are not as naive or //stupid// as to deny help, and you've seen the guild's tattoo stamped on their forearms. So he wasn't lying about that part. This could quickly turn into a mess if handled poorly. What could he do?<</if>><hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.51]]</center>

"Simple, you can just have dinner with me and take me to your room after that." He says, casually dragging his gaze over the room. "I'm pretty well-known around here, so if they see you with me then they would be more reluctant to make a move on you."<hr> [["What?" You ask, startled. ♡|Ch1.52][$Cho10 to "1"]] [["Sounds good to me." You grin.♡|Ch1.52][$Cho10 to "2"]] [['"You are joking, right?"'|Ch1.52][$Cho10 to "3"]] [["No." You answer, simply.|Ch1.52][$Cho10 to "4"]] [["Have I heard you right?"♡|Ch1.52][$Cho10 to "5"]]

<<if $C33 is "1">>You clench the counter's edge, and look up at the seller. "So there are no revolutionary acts outside the gates?" He returns you gaze with a perplexed expression. "No, not that I heard of." The seller proceed with his work as he picks a stick from a container next to him and fills it with veggie pieces. And as for you, the mouse starts playing in your chest. The Crown summons you. The monster attacks. The Revolutionary acts. There must be something in between, something you don't know. You must do something about it, before the tide sweeps you away with it.<<elseif $C33 is "2">>Better not make a ruckus out of this. You'll also have to be careful of what you say and do, as everyone's movements are watched in this place. And even if that wasn't the case, salesmen are known for their loose tongues, and they talk about everything with everyone. You just need some sweet talk, pushing here and there for them to start pouring it all out. Your words may spread and make a big noise, and you don't want anyone on your back. Especially not The hand. Though you're sure something big is going on and there's a high chance you'll be involved. The Crown summons you. The monster attacks. The Revolutionary acts. There must be something in between, something you don't know. And you must do something about it, before the tide sweeps you away with it.<<fair_plus "$cautious" +10>><</if>><hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.34]]</center>

<<if $Cho28 is "3">>" I'm sorry, I was distracted." You say as you turn to face her. "The latter? I can see that you were, but the former? That I doubt." The woman grunts, as she helps herself to her feet. "And you're excused." "No, I am." You insist. "My face is just not…that expressive." "I can see that." She chuckles. "But tell me, are you from here? I haven't seen you before but your features are familiar."<<fair_plus "stoic" +10>><<elseif $Cho28 is "4">>"I'm not dead, I guess?" The woman deadpans, helping herself to her feet. "That's good." You answer, genuinely worried for her well-being as her sarcasm fly over your head. "Yeah." She nods, then tilts her head curiously. "Say, are you from here? I haven't seen you before but your features are quite familiar."<<fair_plus "$cold" -10>><<elseif $Cho28 is "5">>"You should be more careful." You tell her, as you look down at her. "//I// should be careful?" She asks, grunting as she pulls herself up. "You were the one who bumped into me." "You look fine to me." You say, turning on your heels. "Wait." She calls to you. "Are you from here? I haven't seen you before but your features are familiar."<<fair_plus "$cold" +20>><<elseif $Cho28 is "7">>"That hurt quite a bit." You hiss, rubbing your arm. "You were the one who suddenly stopped moving." She defends, pulling herself up to her feet. "Well, the road is cramped, you should've warned me." You shrug. "You've a point." The woman nods and makes to leave, but halts abruptly as she take a second look at you. "Are you from here? I haven't seen you before but your features are familiar."<<fair_plus "$cunning" +30>><<elseif $Cho28 is "6">>You move quickly and grab her arm to support her on her feet. "Let me help you." "It's appreciated, I guess." She says, leaning on you as she stands. "No, it's the least I could do after what happened." "It's alright, busy streets and all. I don't blame you." She shrugs, then takes a second look at you. "Are you from here? I haven't seen you before but your features are familiar."<<fair_plus "cold" -20>><</if>> You freeze in your spot. //Of course, they are.// When the nomad Ramlans arrived on this land, they did not find it bare of life. Though, they were the ones who gave rise to Ramla. It prospered because of their love for trade and travelling, and thus people started flocking to the land shortly after their arrival. They were treated as a good sign. Not only were the Ramlans masters of their craft, they were honest, obliging and generous. Therefore, the first tribes did not hesitate to accept them, which helped both races live in harmony. It is also said that all major tribes are Witches tribes, that they were the ones who inhabited this land first to isolate themselves from the rest of the world. And when no one was sure of anyone else's tribe or origin after the mixing of races and blood, what encouraged these rumors is the impact the Witches had on this land, as well as the fact that their Clans claim different parts of Ramla, each one settling in a specific geographical point of the land, depending on their nature and needs. As for you, your ancestry goes back to one of the major first tribes. The Sarkan tribe, originally from Tirav or Tanin in the past. They are distinguished by their <<nobr>><<cycle "$eyess" autoselect>> <<option "almond">> <<option "monolid">> <<option "round">> <<option "hooded">> <</cycle>><</nobr>><svg width="20" height="15" viewBox="0 0 24 24" fill="none" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg"><path d="M13.1459 11.0499L12.9716 9.05752L15.3462 8.84977C14.4471 7.98322 13.2242 7.4503 11.8769 7.4503C9.11547 7.4503 6.87689 9.68888 6.87689 12.4503C6.87689 15.2117 9.11547 17.4503 11.8769 17.4503C13.6977 17.4503 15.2911 16.4771 16.1654 15.0224L18.1682 15.5231C17.0301 17.8487 14.6405 19.4503 11.8769 19.4503C8.0109 19.4503 4.87689 16.3163 4.87689 12.4503C4.87689 8.58431 8.0109 5.4503 11.8769 5.4503C13.8233 5.4503 15.5842 6.24474 16.853 7.52706L16.6078 4.72412L18.6002 4.5498L19.1231 10.527L13.1459 11.0499Z" fill="lavender" /></svg> eyes and <<nobr>><<cycle "$nose" autoselect>> <<option "hooked">> <<option "broad">> <<option "straight">> <</cycle>><</nobr>><svg width="20" height="15" viewBox="0 0 24 24" fill="none" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg"><path d="M13.1459 11.0499L12.9716 9.05752L15.3462 8.84977C14.4471 7.98322 13.2242 7.4503 11.8769 7.4503C9.11547 7.4503 6.87689 9.68888 6.87689 12.4503C6.87689 15.2117 9.11547 17.4503 11.8769 17.4503C13.6977 17.4503 15.2911 16.4771 16.1654 15.0224L18.1682 15.5231C17.0301 17.8487 14.6405 19.4503 11.8769 19.4503C8.0109 19.4503 4.87689 16.3163 4.87689 12.4503C4.87689 8.58431 8.0109 5.4503 11.8769 5.4503C13.8233 5.4503 15.5842 6.24474 16.853 7.52706L16.6078 4.72412L18.6002 4.5498L19.1231 10.527L13.1459 11.0499Z" fill="lavender" /></svg>noses. They are also known for <<nobr>><<cycle "$skill1" autoselect>> <<option "their quick wit.">> <<option "being insightful. Showing a keen ability to observe and understanding their surroundings.">><</cycle>><</nobr>>. As well as their <<nobr>><<cycle "$skill2" autoselect>><<option "superior agility.">> <<option "exuberant and resilient strength of body.">><</cycle>><</nobr>> "I'm not from here. I am from Ifran." You finally answer her. "I see." She nods slowly, and leaves.<hr> <center>[[You run a quick check over the Public space.|Ch1.28]]</center>

<<if $game is "1">>↠<span class="purple">''//Customise your MC://''</span> You're given the chance to customise your Character from [Name, Appearance, personality, skills to purpose]. Includes: *↠<span class="purple">''//Customizable personality system://''</span> Your Witch can be sarcastic with a sharp tongue, stoic with a soft heart, playful but secretive or as cold as a winter storm *↠<span class="purple">//''What type of witch are you:''//</span> This feature allows you to wear the world as a ring on your small finger. To be their darkest nightmare? Or maybe, the sacrificial sheep, or are you the wolf in sheep's clothing? Play it your way. *↠<span class="purple">''//Witch's Skill System://''</span> From Intelligence, Agility, Vigour to Perception. These skills open up many different doors, outcomes, and options for your witch. And whether it succeeds or fails, it may tell you about secrets you did not take into account. *↠<span class="purple">''//Customizable appearance://''</span> Customise your Witchfrom head to toe, includes but is not limited to; height, appearance, unique features, tattoos. *↠<span class="purple">''//The Witch's purpose://'' </span>You're playing a dangerous game, but you're not who started it. What purpose do you have to survive it all? ↠<span class="purple">//''Face the consequences of your choices:''//</span> Be careful, or don't. In both cases, the decision is in your hands, and the consequences are yours to bear. So what path will you draw for yourself? ↠<span class="purple">''//Romance one of four different ROs. Two mysterious strangers, a florist or maybe someone you never wished to see again.//''</span> ↠<span class="purple">''//Influence others' fates as much as they do yours://''</span> Develop your relationship with others. Or use them to achieve your motive. Your decisions and every step you take affects those around you as much as it affects you. Would you care? ↠<span class="purple">''//The wise Elders are ambiguous://''</span> Explore this world and find the secrets it holds and behold. ↠<span class="purple">''//Take in a little apprentice to succeed you.//''</span> ↠<span class="purple">''//Vengeance. Deceit. Betrayal. Treason://''</span> It is blood for blood? How will you face the world that burned you alive? ↠<span class="purple">''//You don't fit anywhere, or maybe it's that you belong everywhere://''</span> Choose on your own, Humans or Mystics. Which side will you support? <<elseif $game is "2">> <center>''//CHANGELOG//''</center> <<message 'Updated DEMO ver.0.1.1'>> =Updated/fixed the CODEX. =added new Scenes/Choices. =Added MC customization. =Added font sizes.(according to requests[Please do notify me if you want me to add other sizes].) =Added hints and clues. =Added an Inventory system. =Added more skill bars. =Added more Characters' relationship progress bars. =Introduced new characters. =Updated trigger warning. =Removed a disturbing saving system and added autosaving notification.<</message>> <<message 'DEMO ver.0.1.2'>> Estimated release date: February - March. Release date: Released features: =Introduced new/main characters. =Meet two ROs =Enjoy a luxurious dinner! =Start forming relationships/connctions. =Explore Tirav. =Learn more about yourself. =Fall in trouble. BIG TROUBLE. <</message>> <<message 'PLANNED FEATURES FOR DEMO ver.2.1'>> Estimated release date: UNKNOWN. You'll find sneak peaks of the next chapter at the end of the demo. =EXPORE MORE. =TROUBLEMAKER~~ =Reach the Palace. =Meet the Crown and some more. ~wink~wink~ =Here begins your great plan of revenge or whatever you're on. =MORE TOUBLE :). =ReMEET The introduced ROs. DRAMA. PAIN. =MUCH MORE STUFF TO EXPERIENCE. <</message>> <<elseif $game is "true">> <center><span class="purple">''IMPORTANT NOTICE.''</span></center> ↠The player is not obligated in any way to choose //every// possible flirt option to activate a romance. ↠Asexual routes will be available for all ROs. ↠Yellow colored words are important CODEX. ↠Some CODEX/PROFILES are locked until you've unlocked it. ↠Lavender links are cycle choices. <</if>><hr> <center><<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>></center>

<<if $aman is "woman">><<set $ahe to "she", $ahis to "her", $ahim to "her", $ahiss to "hers", $ahimself to "herself", $asir to "miss", $aboy to "girl", $ason to "daughter", $abrother to "sister", $asir to "miss">> <<elseif $aman is "man">><<set $ahe to "he", $ahis to "his", $ahim to "him", $ahiss to "his", $ahimself to "himself", $asir to "sir", $aboy to "boy", $ason to "son", $abrother to "brother", $asir to "sir">><</if>> From the way $ahe holds it so gently, you'd guess $ahe's the owner. From the way $ahe dresses, $ahe must be a foreign. The flourist notices your gaze and nods with a small smile. Looks like $ahe would fancy a chat.<hr> [[Speak to the florist.|Ch1.29][$Cho8 to "2"]] [[Ignore the florist.|Ch1.29][$Cho8 to "1"]]

<<if $Cho10 is "1">>"What?" You ask, almost spitting your drink. "I said-" "I heard you, clearly." You cut him off with a groan as you wipe your mouth with your sleeve. "What do you mean?" You know he doesn't mean it in that way. You can't miss the teasing grin plastered on his annoyingly graceful wealthy face, and his words are clearly meant for you to //misunderstand// as you wish. After a moment of watching you glaring at him with unmistakable amusement, he clears his throat and draws his hands in surrender. "I'm just teasing you, please. Don't look so horrified. We don't have to go that far, you can just have a //simple// //friendly// dinner with me."<<set $roYasir +=1>><<elseif $Cho10 is "2">>"Sounds good to me." You reply immediately, grinning and making your attention clear. Dinner and a long relaxing night would be just the right combination to clear your mind from what this place has done to you. He pauses for a moment. His expression stricken with shock, as if he doesn't believe the person sitting in front of him. But he soon recovers, and erupts into a loud laugh. "Well, that was quick." "What can I say?" You shrug. "I'm unpredictable that way." "And I'm loving it more than I should be." Anwar confesses. His eyes glinting with mischief. "Although, I didn't //necessarily// mean it in //that// way." "Are you playing coy with me now?" Your lips curve upward. If he thought that he'd topple you of your game by his teasing then he's got another thing coming. "Because that's what I heard it as." "No, I'm not." He says. "Not with you." "Then? What's the matter?" "What I'm offering is dinner." He draws the words slowly, as his gaze linger on your face. "And then? You can do whatever you want with your time...and mine. What do you say?"<<set $roYasir +=1>><<elseif $Cho10 is "3">>"You must be joking, right?" You plead, making a face. He chuckles. "I am." "Then spit it out because my patience is running out." You roll your eyes at him. //Not funny.// "So short-tempered." He jokes. "Anyway, we don't have to go that far by any means. You can just have a //friendly// dinner with me. What do you think?"<<elseif $Cho10 is "4">>"No." You state, simply. He raises both brows, while heaving his infamous grin. "Aren't you going to listen to me first?" "Well, there was an evident full stop to your sentence." You conclude. "You didn't make a move to elaborate, which means you were waiting for an answer or better yet…a reaction." "You are one of a kind, aren't you?" He laughs, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, that was a dirty move on my part." "You don't look sorry." You state, flatly. It's not that you care either way. "I don't?" He tilts his head slightly, maybe amused by your indifference when you don't rise to his taunts. But he doesn't wait for an answer as he continues. "You're right, and we don't have to go that far by any means. You can just have a //friendly// dinner with me. What do you think?"<<elseif $Cho10 is "5">>"Did I just hear you right?" You say, blinking as you stare at him in disbelief. He nods. "Yes." "You are kidding, you //must// be." "No." He shakes his head with an amused grin. "Would you rather I whisper it in your ear?" "What?" You utter in frustration but it quickly dies when you notice the teasing grin plastered on his face. "Ah… I see, you're being an ass." "That's-" "Well then, you better start speaking before my patience runs out." You glare at him, before he could get his next words out. "Alright, alright. I'm sorry," He says between chuckles. "We don't have to go that far, you can just have a //friendly// dinner with me. And maybe-" Your eyes narrow at him. "I said //maybe//." He defends. "I'm not saying I'd force you into anything. You may decide that you…want me?" Your eyes widen, as you hit your hand on the table. "//Want?-//" He smiles. "What do you say?"<<set $roYasir +=1>><</if>><hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.53]]</center>

<<if (($roYasir gte 1) or ($rYasir gte 55))>>You draw back in your seat, tapping your finger on the table in deep thoughts. "Why would they care? If they minded every significant figure they met, they wouldn't have joined this field in the first place." You say. "They are thieves, and won't bat two eyes if they get what they want in the end."<<else>>You tilt your head in thoughts, pondering his offer. "I don't think thieves would be doing what they do if they minded every significant figure they meet, especially if they are running their business in a city like Tirav."<</if>> "You do have a point. Yet, their craft compel them to be cautious, particularly of these 'significant figures', if you may." He shrugs, leaning an elbow on the table. "More importantly, my Saloon is a favourite of theirs and-" "Wait, wait, wait, wait a freaking minute." You say, cutting off whatever he was going to say next. "You are the Saloon owner?" "That's what I just said." You throw aside all the questions you have, only to focus on this single statement. "Then kick them out." "Why?" "//Why?//" You repeat, as a grimace ascends your face. "They are thieves." He cocks his head, sucking in a long breath. "Don't get me wrong I do fancy you, but you are asking me to kick regular customers who help run my Saloon?" He asks, as if your request is simply unthinkable. "They may be thieves but they pay //and// tip generously. Also, there are certain limits to how I could be of assistance to you. I'm not their leader and can't exactly order them around but seeing you with me would send an unmistakable message." "I still don't see what you'd gain from this exchange." <<if $roYasir >=1>>"Oh! Believe me, it's a very simple equation. One where we both could get what we want." He says, trailing off as he runs a ringed finger across his jaw. "I would be stopping a theft from happening in my Saloon, gaining connections //and// enjoying a lavish dinner //with// an interesting beauty." He explains, "Count with me now, how many birds did I hit with one stone? Four, right? And can possibly escalate to five." His last sentence is carried on with a wolfish grin. Not a subtle one, huh. He's rather an //I get what I want// type. We will see about that. "Why does it always have to be the attractive ones? Weird and //particularly// suspicious." You roll your eyes, peeking at the group of thieves. Your eyes almost instinctively shift in their direction every once in a while. Anwar smiles at that and shrugs, leaning into his chair as he crosses his arms. "I gave you my piece and you can always turn down my offer."<<else>>"On the contrary, I think it's rather easy to imagine." He argues, shrugging as he leans back on his hand. "You're carrying the Crown's letter, right? And I'm the owner of this Saloon who will help you and protect you from being robbed. Thus, you will come out of this like a hair strand from the dough, as you'll not have to face the wrath of The Hand for losing their most valued item." He continue, and you shiver at the though. They'd skin you alive for losing it. "And then what? You'll put a good word for me-the prince charming who saved you- at The Crown's Palace." You scoff, and frown. This man is dangerous, that's undeabatable. "You approached me as soon as I sat down, how long did it take you to plan this?" "20 seconds." "Bold." "My trade compel me to be." He says. "So deal?"<</if>><hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.54]]</center>

<<if $perception gte 40>>You watch his muscles flexing under his robe's sleeves as he crosses his arms across his broad chest. A highborn with defined muscles? That's rare. It makes you wonder what he does for a living. Though to your knowledge, they mostly do nothing aside from taking over their parents' business, some others prefer reading literature in their free time or spending their hard acquired wealth.<</if>> <<if $wit gte 40>>Even in the face of an important figure as he claims, thieves are thieves. Especially large organizations that have hands everywhere, they don't heed to the wealthy, and only work for themselves most of the time. Although, if he is this confident, then this may mean something. It may mean that he is not just a wealthy noble. He must be an influential person. Someone you might even regret meeting.<</if>> A waiter comes back with your dinner before you have the chance to answer. He glances between you and gives a slight polite smile as he puts down your order and pushes a pouch holding the key to your room on your side of the table. He takes his leave after bowing his head in the Owner's direction.<hr> [["You can stay."|Ch1.55][$Cho11 to "3"]] [["I will turn down your offer."|Ch1.55][$Cho11 to "4"]] <<set $r5 to "true">>

<<if $Cho11 is "3">>You glance subtly to the side. They are still there. "You…You can stay." You tell him, nodding reculantly. The Owner smiles, inclining his head slightly. "Thank you for your benevolence, gorgeous one. I will try my very utmost best to be an entertaining host." You snort at his antics, stifling you laugh with a hand. "I don't doubt that."<hr><center>[[NEXT.|C7]]</center><<elseif $Cho11 is "4">>The Owner doesn't look shocked by your answer, he simply nods and leaves. "I hope you enjoy your stay in Tirav."<hr> [["Wait."|C8][$Cho12 to "1"]] [[You don't call after him, you've made your decision.|C8][$Cho12 to "2"]]<</if>> <<notify 5s>>''//RELASHIONSHIP//'' HAVE BEEN UPDATED.<</notify>>

"So? You're not from Tirav, I mean you don't live here, do you?" He wonders out loud, supporting his chin on his crossed hands to look straight at you. "Then, what brings an enchanting Witch like you here?" //An enchanting Witch.// //Witch//. The words echoe inside your head like thunder. An unknown look crosses your face as your eyes shift to look up at him and then around the room, ensuring that no one has heard. Everyone seems to be minding their own business and no one's attention has drifted to you, except for the group of Falcon thieves stealing quick glances your way. Though, they shouldn't be able to hear anything from this distance. Witches are not human, but they aren't considered a Mystic either. It's one of the reasons they are shunned by both groups. Your only distinct feature from other folks is your hair of shades like no other. Anyone could tell a Witch by their hair because when it isn't particularly glowing, there is a mysterious tinge to it. And yours is concealed with a spell, to omit the glamour. So the questions your head is storming as of now are; How did he find out? Has he known what you are this whole time but still chose to speak to you? Why is he only mentioning it now? What is he? The fact that your veil was lifted makes you feel slightly uncomfortable, naked even. Meanwhile Yasir smiles, crossing his hands in his lap. He is patiently waiting and apparently expecting an honest answer. "What are you?" You inquire. He is either human or his aura is veiled. If he's human how could he tell? And if he's a Mystic how could he see through your guise? But that's not relevant, not at the moment. Then you think of a better question yet. "No, What do you want?" It's this question again, but this time it is asked with certainty. Yasir clearly is after something, he wants something from you. Even if he doesn't //want//, there's a //purpose//. His Kin isn't important but his intentions are. You study his expression carefully as you wait for him to speak but to your disappointment. It was never that easy. "You shouldn't feel nervous, no one will harm you here. The worst you'll get are side eyes or glares from ignorant ones, but don't worry no one but me knows what you are… for now." Yasir licks his lips, as he whispers the last words. He taps his fingers on the table, rhythmically. //A predator.// Your senses alarm. There's a dangerous glint in his eyes when he adds. "Though, you haven't answered my prior question yet, $prince." The audacity. Demanding answers of you when he hasn't replied to any of your questions. When all he's been doing until now is deflect.<hr> <<link "Oh no, you are the one who'll answer //me//." "C7.1">><<set $Cho13 to "1">><</link>> [["I'm not playing this game with you." You cross you arms over your chest. ♡|C7.1][$Cho13 to "2"]]

<<notify 5s>>//''CODEX''// and ''//RELASHIONSHIP//'' HAVE BEEN UPDATED.<</notify>> <<if $Cho12 is "1">>But, he doesn't look twice at you as he leaves, pretending not to hear you. He continues without halting in his step or even flinching. You sigh turnin your gaze back to your table.<<elseif $Cho12 is "2">>This is better. You'll rather enjoy your dinner in peace. Everything else you can handle later .<</if>> <<include "Ch1.56">>

The sound of ringing bells pierces your hearing and you unconsciously straighten up and turn in the direction of the village. It came from the town centre, signalling for people to gather around it for an announcement. In the past, you. No, your child self would run as fast as you could upon hearing the first note, just to arrive on time. You were once an eager child amongst the people standing in the first line, excitedly waiting for the village's Senior to begin their speech. You smiled foolishly, memorizing by heart every word they said. It was like watching someone you can't reach, someone who you thought was out of this world for their forbearance, compassion and virtue. Senior Mahan carried himself gracefully, he had the wisdom of an old soul and the patience of an educator. He was a significant figure, someone everyone respected and so you did, from the bottom of your heart. You really... You were part of that community. One of them. Or you thought you were. That was you. Sighing, you throw your clothes into the wooden basket stepping out of the river and with a 'heave ho' carry it to your cottage. Upon approaching the doorsteps, your gaze travels down at the overgrown grass surrounding it and make a mental note to cut it off later as you open the front door and step into your threshold. The cottage is a small one room space, spacious enough for one person. A unique smell fills the air, it's a blend oozing from the mushroom pot on the window still and dried herbs arranged on the cabinets by the entrance wall. On your right were a small kitchen and a square wooden table. Farther inside lay a small wooden bed, covered in chiffon sheets and occupied by an intrusive guest at the moment. You drop the clothes basket on the floor, causing water to splatter out of it and wetting the wooden floor. "Rael," You call, resting both hands on your hips and watch his clothes scattered across the floor with narrowed eyes.<hr> <<link "You did have your //fun// yesterday and you don't really mind him staying over, but that doesn't mean he can roam around as he wishes.♡" "Pro1-1">><</link>> [[You did have fun yesterday and you don't really mind him staying over, but that doesn't mean he can roam around as he wants.|Pro1-2]]

<<if $Cho13 is "1">>You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. "I'm not going to play this game with you, Owner Yasir." "I'm just sitting here trying to be friendly." He sigh, dropping his spoon. "But you, you seem to mind." "Don't play smart with me." You hiss. "This act won't work on me." "I'm not trying anything." "You're really…" You begin but pause. You don't really care at this point, there are just too many circling thoughts in your head for you to count. He's really a walking headache. "Then, will you shut up, please? My head will explode. I don't want to get sick and be obliged to skip my luxurious dinner because of this conversation." "Alright, let's enjoy our dinner in silence then." He says evenly, and without much care as if you're just having the most regular conversation in the world. He doesn't look like the type who get offended easily. Maybe because he doesn't see you more than dirt under his feet. Isn't that just how Tiravians see everyone else. "Good." You sigh. It doesn't matter as long as he cooperate with you. His smile widen, exposing pointed fangs. //A <<link 'Warrior'>><<dialog 'LORE' 'MYSTIC'>><span class="mc">A Warrior</span> Warriors. The term came from their long lineage of fighters and skilled combatants, as well as the high mortality rate of their race newborns hence making their surviving offspring a warrior by birth. They specialize in combat and espionage. They are skilled with a sword and their stamina, resilience and strength are incomparable. Warriors tend to prefer residing in high and isolated places such as Hills, plains and especially mountains. They also have a strong sense of morality and prefer to live in large communities, since they are a very family oriented race. Family and Clan are valued and sacred to them.<span class="purple">//[Read more on ''CODEX'']//</span> <<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>><</dialog>><</link>>!// Well that answer all your questions then. The reason he was able to sense you were a Witch and where that predatory impression came from. They don't have an aura like the rest of Mystics, Warriors were hired to hunt Witches in the past, as only they can sense their aura even while disguised.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.56]]</center><<elseif $Cho13 is "2">>//That's it. You've had enough and your cup is overflowing.// "You are the one who invaded my space first, and thus have no right to question me," You point out, shoving a finger in his direction as you add. "Answer //my// question first." "An impatient //and// demanding beauty, huh." He muses, feigning a frown but his eyes glint with interest as he bites on his lower lip exposing pointed fangs. "I like wild and feisty ones. Though, I'm often told it's a weird taste of mine. But can you blame me?" //Ah! Damned <<link 'Warrior'>><<dialog 'LORE' 'MYSTIC'>><span class="mc">A Warrior</span> Warriors. The term came from their long lineage of fighters and skilled combatants, as well as the high mortality rate of their race newborns hence making their surviving offspring a warrior by birth. They specialize in combat and espionage. They are skilled with a sword and their stamina, resilience and strength are incomparable. Warriors tend to prefer residing in high and isolated places such as Hills, plains and especially mountains. They also have a strong sense of morality and prefer to live in large communities, since they are a very family oriented race. Family and Clan are valued and sacred to them.<span class="purple">//[Read more on ''CODEX'']//</span> <<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>><</dialog>><</link>>.// They too don't have an aura, you see why you couldn't identify him now. Warriors were hired to hunt Witches in the past, as only they can sense their aura even while disguised. Is it a crime to stab him if he won't die anyway? He would just bleed a bit, a little more than that maybe if he's unlucky. But, he came to you first. Can anyone blame you? "Are we really going to discuss your type //now//? With //me//? At //this// point?" "Why not?" Yasir asks, casually. You wish you could wipe that amused smug grin from his face. Then without waiting for an answer, he nods to your food and takes hold of a fork to cut into his meat. //Oh! Right, you've been served dinner and you're starving. But let's forget that for a few minutes.//<hr> [['"Because this not the point of our discussion."'|C7.2][$Cho12 to "4"]] [['"Because I will get ideas."'|C7.2][$Cho12 to "5"]]<</if>>

<<if $Cho12 is "4">>"Because it has nothing to do with me. This is not the point of our discussion." You shoot him a glare, taking hold of your knife as if threatening him not to go any further with his nonsense. Yasir glances at you for a moment, his gaze slowly drifting to the knife on your hand before focusing his attention back on his food. "If you say so." He says. You sigh, putting the knife down and picking the spoon but let it fall on the table, and only speak when Anwar reach to pick it up for you. "Listen, don't misunderstand. I'm actually really grateful you're inclined to help me but I'm not the best at handling… all this. I want my mind to rest, as it continued to operate restlessly since I first crossed the gates. I want it to stop for a minute." "And I respect that." Yasir says, quickly. "Let's enjoy our dinner in peace then, shall we?" His words sound genuine so you decide not to think more of it and nod back.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.56]]</center><<elseif $Cho12 is "5">>//What a fine man you got yourself there, $name! You'd high five yourself if you could.// You smile biting on your lower lip as you unhurriedly put down your spoon and lean on your elbow. "You see, if you do that. I will get… ideas." You drag your words slowly as you run your gaze on the length of his body. Your eyes can't help but pause on every curve, muscle and scandalous points. Yasir glances at you over the rim of his lifted glass, and chuckles. "As you should." His grin suddenly drops and his gaze turns feral as he looks down at your forefinger which has slipped under his robe's sleeves, and is busy exploring the length of his arm. Yasir's eyes slowly drift up to meet yours. "Don't play this game with //me//." He warns, voice barely above a whisper. It's deep and withheld, but penetrates right through your soul. Any playfulness in his tone from earlier was thrown down the hill as has your sense of reason. You knew he was dangerous and tricky, and could easily read under the playful and mischievous facade he wears. But you were deep in shit when your eyes first met. So you may as well play whatever game this is. "What game?" You feign ignorance, as you gaze at him with just as much longing in your eyes. What do you have to lose? You're a Witch. Your life is shit as is, may as well sink deeper into the rabbit hole. You'll be fine if you bring a lantern, and at least this is entertaining. His gaze is still as intense as he puts down his cup, and reaches to grab your chin with his free hand. "My offer still stands." Yasir says, trailing his finger back across your jaw. Then, he quickly glances in the direction of your key to emphasize his words.<hr> [["After dinner." You whisper back.|C7.3][$Cho12 to "7"]] [["Let's go. Now." You grin.|C7.3][$Cho12 to "8"]] [["I wouldn't go that far." You pull back, shaking your head.|C7.3][$Cho12 to "9"]] <</if>>

<<if $Cho12 is "7">>He chuckles, "I guess that's only fair." "I haven't eaten in two days, you can't imagine how hungry I am." "Oh, believe me when I say I do." Yasir says, smiling. But doesn't allow you to inquire about it as he picks his fork to dig into his mashed potatoes.<<elseif $Cho12 is "8">>"Are you sure? Wouldn't you like to eat first?" Yasir asks, and you can feel the genuine tinge in his voice but you've already set up your mind. Until…your stomach disagrees. You haven't eaten for two days, so you must have expected this. "Sit down, we have all the time." He says, letting out a deep laugh, and beckoning you to your seat again. You slowly down yourself on the chair, resigning to your fate.<<elseif $Cho12 is "9">>"It's alright, I understand." He says, pushing the tablecloth to your side. "Let's enjoy our dinner. Shall we?" "For sure." You nod, smiling. You've been waiting eagerly to fill your stomache.<</if>><hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.56]]</center>

Your food is still hot and waiting for you to pounce on it. The savory aroma of your meal already filling your nostrils. <<if $Tajin>>You take a fork and pick a green olive with a piece of chicken, and then you try it with some bread. And as expected, it does taste better with it, as the bread neutralises the salty flavour of olives and the thick sauce.<</if>><<if $Hrira>>You pick up your spoon to dig into your steaming Hrira soup. The thickness of the soup, combined with the loafy soft bread is what you'd call a match made in heaven. There is the faint taste of lime and fresh coriander leaves which enhances the taste.<</if>><<if $Jwaz>>You reach for the bread, and cut a piece to dip it in the thick red sauce and scoop some potatoes and courgettes. It's hot but soft and flavorful.<</if>><<if $salad>>You take a loaf of bread and open it to scoop some well seasoned tomatoes, peppers and raw onions inside.<</if>> <<if $wine>>It goes especially well with wine, the fresh sensation soothes your throat.<</if>><<if $Ojuice>>It goes well with orange juice, the fresh sensation soothes your throat.<</if>><<if $Ljuice>>It goes well with lemon juice, the fresh sensation soothes your throat.<</if>> After a few more spoonfuls, not enough to fill your empty stomach but plenty for you to be able to speak soberly. "This is blissful." You say, feeling your eyes water. <<if (($Cho11 is "3") or ($Cho13 is "1"))>>Yasir chuckles. "This is what a warm meal does to a hungry soul."<</if>><hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.57]]</center>

<<if $Baklawa>>You turn to your chosen dessert. Baklawa is a luxury, especially when the several dough layers that contain the filling are handmade. You hurriedly pick your fork and dig into your honey covered pastry. It's not necessarily crispy but slightly chewy and has a rich sweet taste because of the nuts and honey mixture.<</if>><<if $Baghrir>>You turn to your chosen dessert. Baghrir is a tricky dessert to make. Rumors even say that the recipe works depending on the person, as if the baghrir has a mind of its own and that's why cooks who are able to make it are held highly between their pairs. It's a miracle dessert. You reach for the scoop and pour the butter and honey mixture on the tiny holes to absorb it. then, you quickly roll it and take a bite. The spongy and soft texture takes you in a heavenly trip, filled with a rich sweet flavour.<</if>><<if $Tamina>>You turn to your chosen dessert. Tamina is a very traditional Tirav dessert, it was said that Tamina was the simplest and easier food available in abundance during the Great Crisis. You could make it just by roasting the semolina and then using a hot honey and butter mixture you could roll it into balls or eat it using a spoon. It's filling and tasty. It was cooked by your Ramlan ancestors when they were tired of eating bread. It remind you of your childhood because despite being born after The Great Crisis. You had to fill your stomach somehow and your mother was a great cook, obviously. Nowadays it's made in fancy ways, like adding cinnamon powder, nuts and dattes for flavour. It has a harsh but pure texture. It also has quite a heavy sweet flavor, which leaves a strong burning sensation on your tongue.<</if>> <<if $btea>>The pastry goes well with your black tea, it enhaces the flavour.<</if>><<if $gtea>>The pastry goes well with your green tea, it enhaces the flavour.<</if>><hr> <<if $Cho11 is "4">><center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.58.1]]</center><<else>><center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.58]]</center><</if>>

<<if (($Cho12 is "7") or ($Cho12 is "8"))>>And throughout dinner you find that the Warrior doesn't seem to enjoy exchanging conversation as he eats, for he hasn't uttered a single word since you've started eating and only responded with a hum when you commented on anything, but he did look like he was listening to you, as he answered courtly when needed.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.58.2]]</center><<elseif (($Cho13 is "1") or ($Cho12 is "9")) or (($Cho12 is "4"))>>The dinner was peaceful, neither of you spoke after that. You have only realised how hungry you were when you had your first few bites and then continued to swallow everything in your way, without pause. That's what two days without a proper meal do to you. After you're done, Yasir dips his head slightly, excusing himself. "It was nice meeting you, thank you for the lovely evening." We're the last words you heard from him before he left. You didn't see him after that for the rest of the evening.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.58.1]]</center><</if>>

The rest of the evening went pretty good as you enjoyed your meal without feeling much distress, especially when the Falcon thieves seemed to lose interest. They checked out at the register and left. At first their movements seemed suspicious, especially when they lost interest and left after all the time they spent watching you. You were tense and scanned your surroundings with much intensity. But, you quickly relaxed when you assessed your surroundings and didn't find anything to be suspicious of, they were nowhere to be seen. Even your Raven didn't spot them outside. <<if $Cho11 is "4">>And while you didn't accept Yasir's offer, he did speak with you for a long while. They may have thought you were acquainted and figured it was not worth it.<</if>> Still, your paranoid self looked over your shoulders constantly as you climbed up the stairs to your chamber, though aside from the hurrieds maids and the drunk patrons evacuating to their chambers, no one was following you. You were distracted for so long that you didn't even realise when you reached your room, pushed the door open and hurried inside. It was dark and you could barely see anything but you were too tired to care. That's what a two days long trip does to you. It comes as no surprise to you when you doze off immediately the moment you throw yourself on the bed. After all you had no complaints that night, that's until morning came and all hell downed on your head.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.59]]</center>

Yasir had already finished his meal and was flashing a grin in your direction as he relaxed back on his chair, watching you take your last bite. You wipe your mouth with the napkin set across the table. "Shall we?" His grin widen as he unhurriedly stood from his seat and beckoned you with his arm. "Lead the way." You smile, taking his stretched hand in yours. It is his Saloon but it feels like you own the place, as you drag him behind you and wring your way between the platform areas. It must be curious or maybe even shocking to those who work for him to see their own employer getting dragged across the place. Though, you soon find that it's a combination of both as not so subtle glances and murmurs follow after you. Meanwhile others barely glance twice at you.<hr> [[You cower feeling shy.|Ch58.3]] [[You don't mind.|Ch58.3]]

It's not inside your bag. Not under the bed. Not on the dresser, or inside any of the drawers. And not under the table either. Not behind the curtains. Or under the rug…<hr> <center>[[WHERE IS THE DAMN LETTER?|CHAPTER 2]]</center>

You know that by your actions you are throwing all caution out the window, maybe it's the booze kicking in or your withering soul wanting to be advantageous for one day. It could be your aching heart and fear of staying alone in this city or the nightmares awaiting to haunt you tonight the moment your cheeks touch your pillow. But you decided that whichever excuses your mind is suggesting or asking for to pardon what you plan to do, doesn't matter. Not when you're this desperate for a warm presence. You rashly swipe the transparent pink curtains aside and climb on the stairs, freeing Yasir's hand when you're a few steps away from the upper floor to search for your chamber's key inside your pocket. Once you've taken hold of the cold metallic thing, you turn around once more to make sure he is still following after you. He meets your gaze and smiles as if happy he has your full attention again. You are taken by surprise when he suddenly reaches for your arm, pulling you toward him. A whimper leaves your lips as you topple a few steps down and collid with his upper body. He catches you halfway, supporting your weight with his hand on your lower back. Yasir places a soft feathery kiss to your lips and then licks it. The gesture remind you of an animal. You want to be angry and snap at him but the blazing flame of anger dies, just for another sensation to flare in your body when you look into his eyes. They are burning, not literally but you could sense the heat seeping through them. You feel his whole body heating up under your touch as you support yourself on his shoulder. "My patience is running out." He breathes with a thick voice as he leans in. It takes you a great amount of will to break away from his gaze. There should be honourable titles for those having enough will to resist gorgeous creatures like the one standing in front of you. You meet his gaze with a slight frown, wishing he would not notice your desire for him so your point would reach him across. "That was dangerous, I could-" You begin to berate him. But he pushes his thumb to your lips. "I wouldn't let that happen." He whispers, enclosing his forehead on yours as he gazes into your eyes with as much intensity. //A promise.// His words stimulate the lump in your heart and you feel electricity striking your nerves. You could hardly restrain yourself from tearing into his flesh. //He shouldn't//. He shouldn't promise you anything. //Anything.// You do not fare well with promises. People can't keep their words. //Your mother didn't, she left you alone. All alone.// You know what this is…so he can't. Not to you, not in this state. In this city. He shouldn't be this sweet or treat you this affectionately when you know how short this will last. How insignificant this is. How little it should mean to him. You wince, pulling back. "Don't make promises." Yasir gives you a curious look but doesn't spare your statement another thought as he nods. Or maybe he wasn't that curious in the first place, which you are grateful for…but a tiny bit disappointed. His lips brush your cheek as he plants a soft kiss on your eyelid. "As you wish."<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.58.4]]</center>

When you reach your doorstep, he grabs your arms again and your head swivels in his direction, raising a curious brow as you wait for him to speak. "Tell me. Are you sure about this? Because there's no going back once I step inside. I'm not sure I will be able to step back."<hr> [[You nod.|Ch1.58.5][$Cho13 to "1"]] [[On second thought. You don't want this anymore.|Ch1.58.][$Cho13 to "2"]]

You slide the key into the door lock, and twist it. Pushing the door open after hearing a clicking sound. Yasir waits for you to step inside first and then follows. You hear the wooden door creaking close behind you when you turn around to face him. "I think-" Your eyes widen, struck by the sudden attack. Your words are eaten along with your lips. Yasir pushes you against the wall and you feel his hand wander to your jaw gently holding you in place as his lips hungrily feed on yours. He looked so composed and indifferent to it all during dinner, your subtle glances were ignored and for a second it made you think he lost interest. You even started doubting your hearing abilities and then your comprehension skills, that he may have meant something else entirely, something that could be discussed with your clothes still on. Instead, he leaped on you as soon as you were out of everyone's sight. You didn't even realise when you started returning his kisses, opening your mouth for him to explore. His tongue so sweet and lips so soft, it was like diving into a creamy dessert. Although, you knew a whole meal was standing before you. Yasir grins, nipping on your lower lip with his fangs. What a tease. Hungry but passionate eyes look back at you as he pulls back. A fiery gaze that makes you weak in the knees. It takes all the air left in your lungs to whisper the words. "So aggressive." "You don't like it?"<hr> [['"Be gentle."'|Ch1.58.6][$Cho13 to "3"]] [['"I do. I love it."'|Ch1.58.6][$Cho13 to "4"]]

<<if $Cho13 is "3">>Yasir smiles, pressing his forehead to yours. "I will try." He wraps his arms around your waist to lift you off the floor compelling you to wrap your legs around his. Your hand finds the back of his nape and begins massaging the area above his neck. His hair feels as soft as it looks, wavy black locks as beautiful as a raven feather. Your gaze trickled down his face, staring at the way the sharp edges of his jaw clenched, then at the way his teeth bit hard at his lower lips. You knew Yasir had a pleasing visual. It didn't take lenses to releasise he was handsome. If anything, the long and subtle gazes, accidental shoulder brushing, and lustful stares people down at the Saloon flashed at him weren't only for recognizing who he was, many lingered long enough to entail they were mesmerised by his presence and beauty. But his gaze never once left yours as he spoke to you. That was hot. Yasir squeezes your butt lightly as he slowly lowers you down on the bed. He parts your legs, positioning himself in between. You gasp at the feeling of his cool hands pressing against your skin as he runs his fingers up on the length of your leg. He leaned until your chest was pressing against his. His sweet breath mixing with yours. "Shall we?<hr> [["Don't ask." You whisper grinning.|Ch1.58.8]] [[You nod, shyly.|Ch1.58.8]] [['"Finally."'|Ch1.58.8]]<<elseif $Cho13 is "4">>His arms wrap around your waist and you gasp as he lifts you off the floor. "You asked for it." A giggle escapes you and you wrap your legs around his firm waist. Yasir all but growls as he walks you to the bed. You gaze at the exposed skin on his neck and upper chest, your fingers sliding all the way down from his jaw to his neck, halting just above his collarbones. The veins writhed and twisted in his neck like demented. Despite his skin feeling like larva and burning your fingertips, you were so in awe of how surprisingly soft to the touch it felt as if he dwells in rose bathes everyday. And maybe your assumption have some truth to it because that's also exactly what he smells like. The next moment and before you could break from your daze, Yasir throws you into the bed and climbs on top of you. His expression is frigid and eyes intense. You even doubt it's the same person you were having dinner with an hour ago. "What are you doing?" You ask, pulling your head up to meet his gaze while supporting your upper body with an elbow. Yasir ignores you and grins as he reaches for your legs and in a swift move pulls you toward him as he spreads them apart to position himself in between. You gasp but don't resist for now. A grin creeps to your face, amused. Is this how it's going to be? //Let's see what you've got.// Yasir leans forward just a few inches away from your face. His flaring nostrils sending chills through your skin. "What you were doing to me just now but with my mouth." //Ah! He noticed your hungry gaze.// Yasir dips his head in your neck, pulling the skin with his fangs while putting pressure to stimulate the nerves but not enough to break into the skin. He licks and presses teasing bites on your neck all the way down and then licks it all the way up. You quiver in response as you curl your toes unconsciously to surpass the feeling building in your navel just below your stomach. It's embarrassingly ticklish. You don't want him to know that you want him so soon into the game already, he will surely smell it. //Damn Warriors hyper senses.// He seems to sense your wandering mind as he frowns, putting more pressure on sucking and biting on the skin just above your collarbone, and you suck in a surprised moan as his hand continues to travel its way up under your tunic, drawing ticklish shapes on your sensitive heated skin. You are growing more needy in other parts which are left unattended and it's infuriating. You want him to explore more of you. But, you are not begging him anytime soon. You grab his robe's collar and guide his mouth to yours but to your surprise and against your better judgment it feels like you've fallen right into Yasir's trap when you sense his grin as he kisses you back so hard, it feels like he could swallow your tongue. If he thinks you'll submit after this then he underestimated you and has another thing coming. Securing his waist between your legs, you grind against him as he lets out a not so controlled growl in your mouth. "That's dirty play." He growls, pressing a long kiss to your lips. "But we're done with games."<hr> [['"Then take me."'|Ch1.58.8]] [["We are." You smirk, pushing him down so you're sitting on top of him.|Ch1.58.8]] [['"Finally."'|Ch1.58.8]]<</if>>

The rest of the night is filled with your cries, moans and sweat as you topple and indulge each other in a battle of power. It's as sweet and pure as it's sour and spicy. Yasir's hands that travelled and explored your body like a newfound island were heavenly. He drank from you like a lost thirsty traveller who found his oasis. You had no complaints that night, that's until morning came and all hell downed on your head.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.59]]</center>

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"I'm sorry...I'm tired and-" "No, no." Yasir smiles, taking a step back. "It's fine. Let's look at the bright side of things, It's better now than later, right? I would hate for you to kick me out with my pants pulled down to my knees." The image prompt a loud laugh from you as you try to stiffle it with your hand. Yasir grin widens, as he watch you choke with laugher. "Yeah! Good job. Life isn't worth more than that." He says, walking backwards. "So, see you around?" "Hopefully." You say, with a light smile. That's if you're ever back here. "Alright, have a good rest, $prince." He performs a bow, and winks. "Oh, and sleep peacefully. No resentment from my side, just so you know." "Seriously, stop it." You stiffle a laugh. "It was nice talking to you, really." "Likewise." Yasir says and leaves. With that, you push the door to your room open and hurry inside. It was dark and you could barely see anything but you were too tired to care. That's what a two days long trip does to you. It comes as no surprise to you when you doze off immediately the moment you throw yourself on the bed. After all you had no complaints that night, that's until morning came and all hell downed on your head.<hr> <center>[[NEXT.|Ch1.59]]</center>

Your expression turns pale when you twist to fully face the keeper, as he stares back at you weirdly. "Would you humour me one last question, sir?" He hesitates but nods in response. "The Falcons. Who's their leader?"<hr> "What's bothering you, Advisor Goviatt?" Tamara inquired as she watched the frown ascending his face with amusement. "We can't have something occupy our genius's mind." Rael pursed his lips and closed his eyes. "What do you mean?" "Oh! Excuse me, I should've phrased my sentence better." She mused as she approached his back and leaned in. Rael frowned as he heard her whisper. "//Who//'s occupying that pretty head of yours?" <hr> Astro Loops depend on particular regional gemstones that harmonise with the sun, moon and stars to measure time. The Loop's flexibility makes it far more precise and meticulous compared to human Clocks, as it shifts and adapts easily depending on weather, region and location. You close the lid shut, and cover your eyes with your hand as you look up at the vivid cloudless sky. The sunlight is warm on your skin, and there's a cool salty breeze wafting in the air carrying with it promises of vigorous ocean waves.<hr> "What an entrance, your magnificence. Shall I clap?" You grin, venom pouring with every word. The sound of your clapping resounded in the quiet hall as you feigned looking around contentedly. You were always one for dramatics, of course. Even if deep down you knew it's but a defence mechanism, a very precarious one you don't seem to be able to get rid of. Because you sure as hell realize that The Crown is supposed to have your head rolling on the ground by this point.<hr> "That sounds very unlikely to happen." You remark, trying to mask your voice with an unconcerned tone. "Do you suppose so?" The Crown inquires, crossing her hands in front of her. "I disagree."<hr> The silence is broken when The Crown gives an order to clear the Hall. "Dismissed."<hr> //That's crazy. She's not in her right mind, is she?// //She knows what you are.//<hr> "Iyed." You call for him to cease his rumbling. And he nods in response, indicating for you to keep going. "If the left Wing is for the Imperial Advisor and Witch. Who does this wing belong to?" He pauses, pulling his hands behind his back as he stares at you as if you were an impossible puzzle. What's the use? He knows that you know now.<hr> "My heart just fluttered." Tamara confesses as she sips into her tea. "What?" She chuckles. "I was reminded of a much younger version of yourself. A lovely and less hostile version." <hr> "We never know," You shrug. "You may change your mind and leave me bare at the end." "I don't lie." "Do I look like I care?" You roll your eyes. "I don't trust you if that wasn't so obvious."<hr> You are approaching the courtyard when someone calls your name. The sound somewhat familiar. It prompts you to glance behind you and catch sight of a similarly familiar figure. "Rael?"<hr> <<button "CONFIRM">> <<run Dialog.close()>> <</button>>

<<if $C48 is "1">>"Is this the part where you tell me, it's your crew and threaten me?" You scoff, searching his face as you watch the scowl that descends his face at your words. "Or not…yet? Have I skipped a chapter?" "No," He retorts. "This is the part where you realise I'm your ally. The savior." "I don't have anything valuable on me." You tell him, and it's partially true. You don't think they would be interested in Witch items or books as they wouldn't be able to use it anyway.<<fair_plus "$stoic" -10>>.<<fair_plus "$sarcastic" +10>><<elseif $C48 is "2">>"Summary." You say, dragging your tongue inside your mouth. "What do you want to say from this charade?" "I see that impatience is a disease, my dear." He says with a teasing smirk. "And I see that your smartass tongue needs a cut." You sneer. "Violent." His nose scrunches. "I just want to help." "I don't have anything valuable on me, though." You tell him, and it's partially true. You don't think they would be interested in Witch items or books as they wouldn't be able to use it anyway..<<fair_plus "$stoic" +10>>.<<fair_plus "$sarcastic" -10>><<<<elseif $C48 is "3">>"I feel like there's a lost piece in this puzzle, if I may be honest." You say, dragging your gaze back to his. This sounds strange. "What piece?" He asked with a tight smile. "There are a lot of wealthy people here, such as yourself. Why will they come after me?" You say. "And I don't have anything valuable on me, anyway.".<<fair_plus "$stoic" +10>>.<<fair_plus "$cautious" +10>><<elseif $C48 is "4">>"I can see that they are thieves" You shrug, eying the group. "But you, what role do you play in all this?" "I am the savior." He smiles, leaning on the table. "I want to help." "I don't have anything valuable on me." You tell him, and it's partially true. You don't think they would be interested in Witch items or books as they wouldn't be able to use it anyway..<<fair_plus "$cautious" +10>><</if>> The man smiles, giving you a knowing look as he lifts an arrogant thick brow. "You don't?" Your head snap in his direction, and you blurt in irritation. "What?" You are struck for a minute, wondering what he must mean. And then it all clicks into place. //Ah! Right!// //The letter.// //The. Fucking. Cursed. Letter.// For God's sake, you've come here to relax. You don't even have to ask how anyone has noticed. Didn't your idiot self pass it to the owner in a public place, full of people and not so subtly either? But hell how would you know some filthy thieves would be lurking in a distinguished Saloon. For them to be allowed to enter, they must be either feared in all of Tirav or won't pounce on their prey until it's out of here. In your defence, you never imagined anything like this may happen. You should have. //Should//. It's in the past now. Think fast. What do you do? You can't lose it. How would you enter the Royal palace tomorrow without it? No, The Hand would behead you for losing it before you even reach the steps of The Palace. And The Order? They will eat you alive for losing such an important item.<hr> [[' "Why are you telling me this?" '|Ch50][$C49 to "1"]] [["What do I do," You ask, panicking.|Ch50][$C49 to "2"]] [[' "That still doesn't answer the question, why do I need you?" '|Ch50][$C49 to "3"]] [[' "You are bluffing." '|Ch50][$C49 to "4"]]