"Show yourself, now! Get your ass out of the bushes if you don't want to scrape your guts off the trees!"

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The world is older than it seems, and its stories have no one to listen to them anymore
Talveld is a world of vast forests and vanished stories, where every event echoes in the souls of travelers who tread these lands. Mysterious towers called menhirs, whispering stories of forgotten times to those who know how to listen. The sky that cracked in two on the day the Weeping God turned his back on this world. The Garden of the Forgotten Gods, gradually transformed from an existing place into a legend that stirs the inquisitive minds of adventurers. It is said that one who comes there will be able to ask two questions to one of the Forgotten Gods, the only question is what is their name and which of them to ask?

The past has long since fallen asleep, leaving behind only the subte and faint whisper
The races that once feuded with each other now live in quiet peace, having suspended all feuds. Although, the echoes of the former war are so firmly ingrained in their souls that the freedom-loving forest cats still dislike the proud kitsune who call them pets. The once turbulent world, shaken time and again by self-proclaimed princes of darkness, discoveries that turn upside down the accepted axioms, wars and exciting legends as if frozen in a single moment. A quiet, peaceful, mysterious moment.

The devastating war that took place more than two thousand years ago hit the world so hard that most of the knowledge dissolved into the ether, and scientific progress completely restarted, going in a completely different direction. No one knows why here and there in the world stand mysterious menhirs whispering their stories, no one knows why the giant trees protecting the countries that rest on their branches live so long, having grown so large that no mortal can ever reach their tops. The once-powerful people buried their pride long ago, nearly perishing in the merciless flames of eternal war. Amusingly, humans have remained one of the most numerous races, despite the fact that they survived only thanks to the will of the divine - there is no other reason to find.

The strongholds of humanity
The countries rest on age-old trees that know no old age. Indeed, monsters have long since stopped raiding them, having realized the futility of doing so. The territory outside the cities, overflowing with mysterious buildings, ancient ruins and forgotten plains, though considered little explored, far from the familiar world that rests on the branches of ageless trees, also lives its own life. Distant settlements, travelers, devoted to wanderings, vicious creatures, now and then harassing the living - this world is not dead either.

Menhirs
Within this mysterious tower lies an entire multi-story labyrinth, crammed with evil creatures lurking in the shadows, deadly traps, and remnants of a former civilization. Here, inside the tower, the whispers of the menhirs grow louder, still remaining unintelligible, but in the very depths, on the lowest floor... Choose wisely. The greatest knowledge, or the biggest treasure?

And so, you wandered into the woods and met Valra, a mercenary catgirl that dedicated her life to exploring mysterious yet deadly menhirs. But why? And what secrets might be rotting down there, deep inside?

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In case if you get awful expirience, im using deepseek proxy with 0.7 temp and this prompt, and this is AMAZING
Upd: removed antismut stuff, it is now to possible to make a love story with her. But it will be hard, cuz she's "ain't some tavern wench you can grope between ales" (с)
Note: Talveld is NOT dark fantasy. It is dark fantasy here because it is like that for Valra. Menhirs are pretty much the deadliest and darkest thing out here, her live consists of them and mercenary contracts so..... Yea.
More Talveld bots coming soon! xd