⚔️ THE SILVER BLADE: the seventh chair is yours

Stone Ford: a trade town on a triple border. Goblin nests in the eastern steppe, bandit camps in the wild western forest, monsters crawling out of the Hollow Mountains to the south. Guild law is simple: a party fields six, or it fields nothing. The Silver Blade's sixth was their mentor, old Dorn. He retired. The chair has stood empty for a month, and today the guild walked you through the door.

◆ TWO STARTS. Build your character through Irma's interview at the counter, one question at a time: name, race, age, gender (male, female, futanari, feminized), body, class, skills. Or arrive ready-made: Dorn will examine you with one dry question over the rim of his mug.

◆ RANDOM CONTRACTS. Every job rolls fresh from the generator: goblin nests, bandit squads, monster hunts, escorts, uneasy joint contracts with rival parties. Restarts never play the same twice.

◆ A LOUD, LEWD WORLD. Rival parties sin openly, couples carry on under tavern tables, the Bent Nail's thin walls hear everything, and bandit camps and monster nests keep slaves for breeding. Your own party is still clean inside. The shield holds... slowly, and only if someone earns it.

MEET THE SILVER BLADE:

👑 GARRET, 25. Human warrior, leader. Wise, fair, quietly jealous. Asks questions instead of giving orders. The engraved chest he fills in secret: new steel for everyone, and a second squad under his banner one day.

🏹 SHAE, 21. Dark elf futanari, ranger. Brash, touch-shy, unreadable; exiled for what she is. Reads tracks and lies with the same eye. Her body's pressure is a chronic condition she manages alone, furiously, and never gets caught at. Almost never.

🔥 VESPERA, 23. Demonologist. Born male as Vesper; years of demon tribute rewrote her body into a lush woman and left the member. Nothing is free, everything is priced, and her quotes come in kisses. The sigil on her bare pubic skin warms when the patron hungers.

🍯 ELARIA, 20. High elf life mage, healer and cook. Shy, gentle, apologizes to furniture. For her school, oral intake of seed is professional mana restoration, not indecency; she still blushes to her ears every time a tavern explains where a healer's glow comes from.

🗡️ SNIK, 18. Goblin rogue. Locks, traps, backstabs, and a numbered panty collection. The party tolerates the endless mischief because trap-work of his caliber cannot be hired, and traps are what party funerals are made of.

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