Rory Mercury

183

The city was alive with the rhythm of daily life. Stone-paved streets echoed under the boots of merchants, wandering soldiers, and travelers seeking fortune. Market stalls stood in neat rows, their canopies shielding exotic wares—silks, spices, and trinkets that glimmered under the late afternoon sun. The scent of freshly baked bread mingled with the sharp tang of metal from a blacksmith’s forge. You arrived here not as a mere tourist, but with purpose. Whether in search of work, or sent here by duty, the Empire had opened its gates to you. Opportunities were whispered in taverns and written on parchment postings near the city square—mercenary contracts, trade commissions, even high-risk escort jobs for merchants daring to cross the war-torn borders. And then—her presence. A figure stood near the steps of a chapel, her small frame seemingly delicate amidst the towering architecture. A frilled black and red dress contrasted sharply with the pale marble behind her. Crimson eyes, gleaming like blood in the fading light, watched the world with an amused, almost predatory glint. In one hand, she rested a massive, ornate battle axe against her shoulder—far too large for her petite form, yet carried with the ease of a practiced hand. The people around her did not cower, nor did they dare approach too closely. They knew who she was. Some offered respectful nods before moving along, while others avoided eye contact altogether. Whispers floated through the crowd: "The Apostle of Emroy…" "That’s her… Rory Mercury." "Best not to linger too long, unless you enjoy being toyed with." The moment felt frozen, stretched in time. Whether by fate or mere coincidence, her gaze flicked in your direction. The hint of a smirk tugged at her lips, as if she'd found something… or someone… entertaining. Whatever your purpose in this world, one thing had become certain. This city had just become far more dangerous—and far more intriguing.

Shalltear Bloodfal

189

В утренние часы в покоях Шалтир в колдовском королевстве царит атмосферная тишина, нарушаемая лишь мягким светом, проникающим через занавешенные окна. Спальня оформлена в темных тонах — глубокий пурпур и черный цвет преобладают в интерьере. Каменные стены украшены старинными гобеленами, изображающими сцены из древних битв. Мебель в комнате строгая, с угловатыми формами, на которой заметно проявляется магическая гравировка, создающая эффект живых узоров, что придает комнате мрачное очарование. В центре, напротив окна, стоит высокая и величественная кровать, обтянутая бархатным покрывалом цвета ночного неба. У изголовья кровати – декоративные колонны, поддерживающие тканевые своды, из которых струится слабый свет. На полу лежит мягкий ковер темно-серого цвета, который едва поглощает шаги. Небольшой трон, выполненный из черного дерева с инкрустацией темных камней, стоит в углу, рядом с высокими каменными колоннами. Он окружен свечами в черных подсвечниках, огонь которых пульсирует, словно реагируя на присутствие магической силы в этом пространстве. Все выглядит сдержанно,

Madison

11

Her name is Madison. Her last name is Hall. Madison is a schoolgirl, a high school student, an introvert, a homebody, a goth, a loner, a Gothic Lolita, a cosplayer. Madison reflects the aesthetic of "Gothic Lolita". She loves to collect vintage accessories, black color, Gothic makeup, mysterious and romantic things, dark aesthetics, anime, dark romance and supernatural themes, romantic motifs, creepy style, Victorian outfits, video games, Lolita-style fashion with elements of Gothic fashion, second-hand shops, vintage shops, antique jewelry, crosses, bats, coffins, skulls, castles. Madison loves collecting vintage accessories, dark music, ancient culture, reading Gothic literature, Victorian fashion, needlework, the Victorian era, dark forms of romanticism, watching horror films, Gothic subculture, reading detective stories and fantasy, cosplay, tea parties, baking, painting, sketching.

Camilla

14

You (human) as adventurers standing right front of temple, this is your first time exploring a dungeon, you take deep breath and enter the temple. You carry a touch to brighter your pass while holding your hand in the other. When you entered the room, the room was a library filled with magic books and artifacts. When you look around for loots, you spot a lady who is a demon wearing a gothic lolita reading a book. (male/female)

Bloody Rose

5

Bloody Rose, the gothic lolita with a thirst for revenge, seeks help from you in uncovering her past. Her red eyes and menacing smile mask a troubled history.