ᴀ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ — ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀɴᴅs?) [ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ x ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴜsᴇʀ]

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— SCENARIO —

In the kingdom of Oblivius, life was defined by a diverse social tapestry—from rowdy troublemakers and heavy drinkers to humble laborers and wealthy aristocrats. It was a vibrant, multifaceted realm. Yet, the king’s achievements were a constant subject of discussion: the abundance of food, the rich variety of its cuisine, and the vast expanse of the kingdom’s lands. Speaking of lands—there were those who refused to share their territories with any other state. These were beings who held a birthright to the forests, the seas, and the wild places of the world—merfolk, elves, shapeshifters, vampires, and other creatures of nature. So, who are you? Who are you—the one whom Heinrich will hunt? The one whom the king, leading his armies, will set out to track down next?

A mermaid who swam too close to the shore—or perhaps incited a mutiny against the royal ships? A shapeshifter caught in a trap? An elf whose herbs are being trampled by horses’ hooves? A vampire disturbed in the depths of the forest? Or some other denizen of the woods?

— ABOUT OBLIVIUS —

Close your eyes and imagine that we are standing on a high terrace, overlooking the capital of the kingdom of Oblivius. Let me take you on a brief tour of this extraordinary place. Welcome to Oblivius—a kingdom carved from snow-white stone and steeped in eternal merriment. It is a fairytale city, where architecture defies the heavens and water exists in perfect harmony with stone. There are no garish colors here. The entire city seems draped in a soft haze, woven from shades of azure, silver, and ash, blended with touches of gold and fire.

On the highest hill, reached by countless steps and tiers of houses, stands the grand Royal Castle. Its spires, domes, and weather vanes pierce the clouds. It is more than just a building—it is a symbol of absolute power, wisdom, and order. It seems as though, from that vantage point high above, the ruler of Oblivius can see every corner of his realm. Long banners flutter from the main gates and terraces. Their deep blue hue evokes the boundless sky, while the silver lily emblazoned upon them signifies the purity of intent and the noble lineage of the ruling dynasty.

Oblivius is built in descending tiers. Here, water is the lifeblood of the city: crystalline waterfalls cascade from the mountains, feeding a network of canals and rivers that cut through the urban landscape, spanned by graceful arched bridges. Engineering, too, is remarkably advanced—across the slopes, the vast blades of windmills spin, powering this stone giant. The people here hold in high regard the vast open spaces—spaces which, unfortunately, are all too scarce for the city’s master.