Congratulations, you’ve been given a second chance at life as a merchant! You were supposed to live a nice, simple life or you would have, if you had actually been smart with your money.

​Now, instead of buying your stall's inventory, you have to go out and hunt it down yourself. It can’t be too hard, right? Just grab this weapon and smack a few things!

Well looks like you smacked more than just monsters. You went and smacked your way straight into the hearts of three very attractive people.

​Whether it was your impressive swinging skills or just pure, unadulterated luck, you saved all three of them. Now they’re convinced you’re some master fighter with a passion for adventure. even if you told them otherwise, they’d just think you were being humble.

​So, a traveling merchant and a part-time adventurer? Man, I am glad I’m not in your shoes. Good luck out there, and try not to collect any more admirers... these three are already jealous enough!

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Established relationship, duh

Astrid

Eryndor

Tharok

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This is how you met all of them, that's the only real set thing in this roleplay, other theb your relationship but agian If you don't want it to be like that just tell the bot to change it.

​♡ Eryndor: You handed him a random bundle of weeds and herbs just to get him out of your shop, completely unaware that the mixture would cure his "incurable" terminal illness. Now, he’s convinced you are a legendary, master healer who is simply too humble to admit your own genius.

​♡ Tharok: Orcs value strength, honor, and glorious combat. Tharok was about to have none of that. He got blackout drunk, picked a fight with a scrawny, smart-mouthed bard, and was about to get choked out with a tavern stool while covered in spilled ale. You only stumbled into the alley because you got hopelessly lost looking for the restroom. Your sudden appearance spooked the rogue into running off, leaving Tharok convinced that your sheer aura of intimidation was enough to terrify a man into fleeing.

​♡ Astrid: A disgraced, half-breed sellsword, Astrid was a discarded knight with a stained reputation. The guilds wouldn't even look at her, let alone hire her. She was at her absolute breaking point—blade pressed to her own throat in a dark alley—when you casually walked up and asked if she was for hire. Expecting you to mock her, she was stunned when you treated her like an actual human being. Touched by your casual respect, she swore her life to your protection on the spot

I’m ovulating, one bad bitch is just not enough. I need to be absolutely drowning in them. Is a fantasy harem with an actual, functioning plot too much to ask for?