The Shadow of Olympus

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The Shadow of Olympus --------------------------- You are a young woman named Philtra from Olympia, which is a city (polis) named after the famed Mount Olympus. The twelve Olympian gods live there, and Zeus's seat is on the highest peak, Olympia. Olympia is a polis where gods and mortals dwell together. Gods get involved in people's lives, and power battles happen all the time. The gods weave fate and destiny, each with their plans, and mankind are often the unknowing victims of their heavenly plans. This polis is a mix of beauty and violence, where wealth and violence live side by side. Gods and goddesses regularly engage with people, either by taking lovers or getting involved in their lives. The polis's politics, culture, and daily life are all affected by this heavenly power. Olympia has a strong slave trade, and people often employ slaves for work, sex, or religious purposes. Slaves can come from either the mortal or divine world, and their owners can treat them however they like. A small number of strong people, both mortal and divine, hold most of the wealth and power. Patronage is a vital part of Olympia's civilization. Powerful people offer security and resources in exchange for devotion and service. Slavery is a deeply rooted part of life on this globe, just like the changing of the seasons. People typically take slaves from areas they have conquered or sell them into slavery to pay off debts. Slaves work in all parts of society, from doing hard labor to working in the home and even in the most private roles. Their masters control their lives, and they have few rights or protections. This makes them open to the whims and wishes of their owners. Nudity is just as common and accepted, and it is routinely used to manipulate and humiliate people. People often see slaves naked in the streets during auctions or as punishment. Even free people often go naked, especially during cultural ceremonies and celebrations, or as a gesture of submission and obedience. It serves as a stark reminder of the power dynamic, where the body becomes a tool for use and display. Sexual assaults are sad facts of life that constantly happen. Women, whether free or enslaved, are always in danger of assault because their bodies are considered property that can be taken at will. Married women often have to deal with advances from their husbands' bosses or other powerful men. Unmarried women and slaves are considerably more at risk because their consent is rarely taken into account. People often do not say anything or tolerate these violent behaviors, which makes the cycle of abuse and powerlessness even stronger. In this world, the powerful exploit the weak, leaving the latter with no choice but to endure. It is a harsh truth, but it has shaped the culture and society into a place where you must accept what you cannot change and find strength in tough times.<<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> [[About you]]

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You stood outside your parents' chamber, your heart racing as you overheard their intense argument.<<dialogue "Peregrine" "Medaea, I won't abandon my duty to Olympia and my men. My ambition is for the good of this polis.">><<dialogue "Medaea" "And what of our safety, Peregrine? What of my feelings? I can sense the impending darkness. We should leave now.">>Peregrine's voice rose, tinged with scorn. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "You want me to throw away my honor and respect? I will not be a coward. I will earn what is rightfully mine.">>Medaea's eyes welled up with sadness. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Your ambition is blinding you. Is being a general worth risking our lives?">>Peregrine's tone turned cold and unyielding. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Yes, it is. If you can't understand that, then perhaps we have nothing more to discuss.">>Medaea took a shaky breath, her voice steady despite her trembling. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Very well, Peregrine. I will take Philtra and leave, with or without you.">>The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of their words settling like a shroud. You stood there, your heart heavy as you grasped the extent of the divide between your parents. Their love, once a beacon of strength, was now overshadowed by their clashing beliefs and desires. That day marked a pivotal moment, a shift in the foundation of your family, and the future stretched out before you, uncertain and fraught with change. [[Speak with your mother]] [[Speak with your father]] Dev Note: Please make a save here for trying out a different route in the next playthrough.

You found your mother, Medaea, in tears, her body shaking with sobs. You hurried to her side, concern etched on your face. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mother, what is it? What's wrong?">>She looked up at you, her eyes red and puffy. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Your father holds me accountable for his lack of advancement. He believes I've obstructed his career.">>You felt confused and angry. <<dialogue "Philtra" "But why? What have you done to deserve this?">>Medaea took a deep, shuddering breath, her voice heavy with emotion. <<dialogue "Medaea" "My magical abilities made me a desirable prize for many... kings, nobles, even gods. I gave up those alliances for your father's love. Now, those I spurned are plotting against him, making him suffer for my loyalty.">>You felt a sharp pang in your chest. <<dialogue "Philtra" "So, is that why you've kept me hidden? You feared I'd be harmed, that I'd become their target for revenge?">>She looked at you, her eyes filled with sorrow. <<dialogue "Medaea" "My being here causes trouble. Many bear a grudge against me and wish to see me suffer. I feared for your safety, Philtra. I didn't want you to be caught in the middle of this.">>You took her hand, holding it tightly. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Then why don't we just leave this polis?">>She gave you a sad smile. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Your father would never agree. His sense of duty and honor is deeply ingrained here. He's resolved to protect these citizens until his very last breath.">>In that moment, you grasped the magnitude of the sacrifice your mother had made and the weight she carried. You resolved to alleviate her pain and shield her from those who sought to bring her down. [[Ask your mother about her powers]] [[Talk to her about your future]] [[Hatch your own plan to resolve the issue between your parents]]

<<dialogue "Philtra" "This again?">>Peregrine, already on edge, explodes with fury, his eyes flashing with anger. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "You dare take her side? After everything I've sacrificed for this family?">>He launches into a bitter diatribe, his words sharp and cutting. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "I, this polis's greatest warrior, have been sidelined. My superiors are jealous, Medaea is a distraction, and my career has stagnated because of her. I should have been a general by now, leading armies, not stuck here, commanding a mere squad.">>His frustration morphs into raw resentment, his dark thoughts spilling out. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Sometimes I wonder if my life wouldn't have been better without the two of you. Maybe then I could have achieved greatness without these... complications.">>He pauses, his chest heaving with emotion, before delivering the final, crushing blow. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "I hate her, Philtra. I hate your mother. She's kept secrets from me, hidden her past, and refused to explain the source of her power. It's built a wall between us, and I can't break through it.">>Despite his anger, there's a glint of something else in his eyes... a desperate hope. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "But there's still a chance for me to reclaim my honor. General Mnemonides has challenged me to a trial of combat. If I win, I'll seize the generalship and carve out the legacy of a hero. The common folk will sing my praises, and my name will echo through the polis for generations.">>He looks at you, his expression full of longing. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "This is my chance, Philtra. My chance to prove myself and show the world what I'm made of.">> [[Try to convince your father not to take up this challenge]] [[Encourage your father in his new quest]]

Char Names: ------------- You - Philtra (Born in the Kingdom of Lycurgia, polis of Olympia, Currency - drachmae) Father - Peregrine the Lightbringer (Sword: Radiant Justice) Mother - Medaea (Born in the Kingdom of Dysnomia, polis of Eryx, Currency - Vyris Shards) Army General - Mnemonides (Sword: Shadow's Embrace) Friend 1 - Kaelen who is the son of high noble in this kingdom named Eamon Friend 2 - Seraphina who is the daughter of an infamous senator named Vespasian who is close with the king Philtra desired goddess - Aphrodite, goddess of love, beauty, pleasure, and sexuality Erythia - Servant of Aphrodite and Eros King of Olympia- Basileos (Son of late king Kyrathos, Lord of the Golden Flame) Zephyros - Mnemonides's father Avernios - Mnemonides's brother, Kyrathos's father Clymene - Basileos's grandmother, Wife to Zephyros Chalciope - Mnemonides's mother, Wife to Zephyros the dowager queen (King's mother) - Klytemnaestra (Eris) Thieving guild leader/members - Thysa and Lyssa Leader of the "band of the hawk" mercenery group - Gryphion Iodaeus - Band of the hawk's weapon engineer Elara - Hierodules of the Aphrodite Temple Merchant Guild - The first is my family, the House of Eamon. We control the trade routes and the import of exotic goods. The second is the House of Lucius (Helena), who manages the grain and livestock markets, ensuring the polis is fed. The third is the House of Cassian (Agamemnon), experts in textiles and clothing, dressing the polis from the poorest beggar to the richest noble. Lastly, the House of Silas (Cassandra), who deal in precious metals and gemstones, supplying the jewelers and goldsmiths of the city Croesus from Lydia (Polis of Sardis) - richest man on the kingdom/Plutus Mydos - Former King of Lydia/Sardis Lysara - Cunning Courtesan Theseus - New member of the army Lycaon - Temple of Zeus's priest in Olympia Iphianassa - Queen of Dysnomia, lives in Eryx Myrrine - Princess of Dysnomia, lives in Eryx Thrasybulos and Eudoxos - Two Pretorian Guards Tiberius Claudius Eutychus - Former Gladiator, now noble, owner of Ludus Aitherios Servilia Prima - Tiberius's wife Antistia Lupa - Head maid in Tiberius's household, Ludus Aitherios Trainers (Doctores) Spiculus - a murmillo trainer, his expertise with shield and gladius Verus - a retiarius trainer, he teaches finesse with net and trident, leveraging agility to overcome the physical weaknesses. Crixus - a thraex trainer, guides her in mastering the curved sica Trainees (Tiro) Flamma - a murmillo Carpophorus - a hoplomachus trainee Tetraites - an elite retiarius trainee (Dead) Priscus - an elite Samnite trainee Silenus - Satyr, Dionysus's companion Mydos - Former king of Sardis/Lydia Stygos - Fellow slave in the Tiberius household, cut out his own tongue Theoclymenus - Head seer in temple of Zeus Damaris - Thrasybulos's wife, Kimon (son) and Tryphaina (daughter) Variables: ---------- Main: aphroditefavor = 4; possible = 4 combat = 0; possible = 1 seduction = 0; possible = 1 persuasion = 0; possible = 1 elementalpower = 0; possible = 1 courage = 1; possible = 1 sexuality = 0; possible = 1 intellect = 1; possible = 2 Croesus: aphroditefavor = 9; possible = 12 combat = 0; possible = 2 seduction = 0; possible = 4 persuasion = 2; possible = 6 elementalpower = 0; possible = 1 courage = 1; possible = 2 sexuality = 0; possible = 5 intellect = 3; possible = 8 Lysara: aphroditefavor = 9; possible = 10 combat = 0; possible = 1 seduction = 2; possible = 3 persuasion = 0; possible = 1 elementalpower = 3; possible = 4 courage = 6; possible = 6 sexuality = 4; possible = 5 intellect = 1; possible = 2 Thysa Lyssa: aphroditefavor = 8; possible = 10 combat = 2; possible = 5 seduction = 3; possible = 4 persuasion = 0; possible = 1 elementalpower = 0; possible = 1 courage = 5; possible = 5 sexuality = 6; possible = 7 intellect = 1; possible = 2 Eryx: aphroditefavor = 12; possible = 17 combat = 3; possible = 4 seduction = 3; possible = 4 persuasion = 4; possible = 5 elementalpower = 0; possible = 1 courage = 3; possible = 5 sexuality = 0; possible = 2 intellect = 5; possible = 6 Erythia: aphroditefavor = 10; possible = 13 combat = 4; possible = 6 seduction = 0; possible = 3 persuasion = 0; possible = 1 elementalpower = 5; possible = 6 courage = 6; possible = 7 sexuality = 1; possible = 5 intellect = 2; possible = 4 Gryphion: aphroditefavor = 4; possible = 7 combat = 1; possible = 2 seduction = 0; possible = 4 persuasion = 3; possible = 7 elementalpower = 0; possible = 6 courage = 2; possible = 2 sexuality = 5; possible = 7 intellect = 5; possible = 7 Dungeon: aphroditefavor = 4; possible = 10 combat = 2; possible = 3 seduction = 0; possible = 6 persuasion = 0; possible = 1 elementalpower = 0; possible = 1 courage =3; possible = 6 sexuality = 0; possible = 6 intellect = 1; possible = 2

You've heard the whispers about Mnemonides... that he's not only immortal but a true sadist, taking pleasure in the suffering of others. A heavy, unsettling feeling washes over you as you realize your father intends to challenge him. Your mother's words echo in your mind, a grim reminder: "There are fates worse than death when you tangle with the immortal."<<dialogue "Philtra" "Don't do this, Father! Please, don't fight him!">>A knot of fear tightens in your gut. The thought of him facing Mnemonides fills you with dread. He scoffs, his eyes flashing with defiance. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Why? Do you truly believe I can't beat him? I'm the undisputed champion in single combat! People only think he's immortal because he's never faced me!">><<dialogue "Philtra" "He's a sadist, What if you lose? What then?">>He states matter-of-factly, as if discussing an inevitable outcome. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "If I lose, I die. I'm fine with that. My time was up a long time ago.">><<dialogue "Philtra" "And what about Mom and me? Everyone knows Mnemonides takes women for his breeding grounds! Is that our fate if you fail?">>He dismisses your concerns with a wave of his hand. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Your mother would never let that happen. She has more than enough tricks up her sleeve to protect both of you.">>You press on, trying to convince him to reconsider. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Father, what if we left? We could start fresh, far from the city's corruption. A new journey, just the three of us.">>He hesitates, the dangers outside the polis walls... and the enemies his service to the king has created... weighing heavily on his mind. But after a moment of thoughtful silence, he finally, albeit reluctantly, agrees. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Very well. If that's what you both want, then we'll leave. But mark my words, this polis will remember Peregrine, whether I fall in glory or live to fight another day.">> <<set $aphroditefavor += 2>><<set $persuasion += 1>><<set $intellect += 1>> [[Go to sleep happily]]

You shudder, recalling the whispers about General Mnemonides... his immortality and sadistic lusts. His eyes had undressed you and your mother, his desires raw and primal. He craves domination, possession, and the dark pleasure of breeding and chaining his victims. A cold dread grips you as you realize your father intends to challenge him. Your mother's warning echoes in your mind: "There are fates worse than death with the immortal."<<dialogue "Philtra" "Father, don't fight him. Mnemonides will take us if you lose. He wants to use us, to breed us, to keep us as his playthings.">>His jaw sets firmly. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "I'm not afraid of him. I'm the polis's greatest warrior. He's only seemed immortal because he's never faced me.">><<dialogue "Philtra" "You don't understand. If you lose, he'll display us and use us for his twisted pleasures. That's his desire, Mother and me, at his mercy.">><<dialogue "Peregrine" "He won't take you. Your mother has her ways. She can handle Mnemonides and his lusts.">>You want to believe him, but the chilling image of Mnemonides's hungry eyes and his dark desires lingers, a reminder of what's at stake.<<set $aphroditefavor -= 1>><<set $intellect -= 1>><<set $courage += 1>> [[Peregrine challenges Mnemonides]]

You confront, a sudden realization hardening your voice, <<dialogue "Philtra" "You've never mentioned my grandparents. Why don't we visit them? Are they even alive?">>Your mother offers a fatigued, joyless smile. <<dialogue "Medaea" "You will meet them when the time is right. Remember, you are truly special, and your powers must remain hidden. There are fates worse than death if they are discovered... fates that involve desires unspoken and pleasures that can enslave.">>A surge of fear runs through you, accompanied by a gleam of inquisitiveness. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What powers? I can't control the elements like you!">><<dialogue "Medaea" "No, my child. These are different, intrinsic powers, latent within you, waiting to stir. They are not just about moving earth or healing wounds; they are about influencing the very core of what makes us mortal. But be warned: abuse them, and you will face an eternal agony, a torment of the Tartarus at the grasp of those who would use you for their own pleasure. Not even death will grant you tranquility from such a fate.">>You swiftly shift the subject, attempting to dispel the dread and the enticing suggestion of something more. <<dialogue "Philtra" "How do you control the elements and heal? Who taught you?">>Her lips tighten, and she whispers, <<dialogue "Medaea" "My mother. She taught me. One day, I left on a journey, and destiny brought me to your father's encampment. And one day, you will have to face this harsh world alone, with all the power and responsibility that involves.">>Her voice fades, leaving you with a sense of apprehension and a newfound awareness of the subtle, potent forces within you. You go to sleep contemplatively, wishing for something more exciting to happen tomorrow. [[Go to sleep worriedly]]

You commence, a wry smile playing on your lips, <<dialogue "Philtra" "If I'm to face this harsh world, maybe I should start now? Just the two of us, leaving father to his ambitions?">>Your mother's gaze intensifies, her voice unwavering and firm. <<dialogue "Medaea" "My place is with your father, and I will not abandon him. He needs me, and I intend to stand by his side until the end.">>You acknowledge her loyalty but feel a twinge of impetuousness. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Then maybe it's time for me to venture out alone? Learn to traverse this world and its hazards?">>Her expression mellows slightly, but her determination does not falter. <<dialogue "Medaea" "You remain with me. My protection is your shield, and I will not have it fail. The world is a harsh place, and I will not have you exposed to its cruelties unprotected.">>You sigh, a hint of yearning in your voice as you shift the subject. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your tales of ancient gods and kings have always captivated me. Will I ever get to meet them? To see if they live up to the stories?">>Your mother's expression shadows, her voice taking on a cautionary tone. <<dialogue "Medaea" "You should consider yourself blessed if you never do. Kings and gods alike are harsh and lacking in kindness. They see only what they want and take without concern for those they hurt. Believe me, it is better to keep your distance from such powers.">>You go to sleep contemplatively, wishing for something more exciting to happen tomorrow. [[Go to sleep worriedly]]

You were never one to follow orders blindly, and curiosity often drew you to the Sacred Groves and Nymphs' Haunts beyond the polis walls. These enchanted places, dedicated to various deities and inhabited by friendly nymphs, offered a sense of seclusion and natural beauty that urban clamor could not match. Youths would venture there to offer small prayers, gather special herbs, seek respite, or simply escape the polis's noise. The nymphs, with their playful and sometimes mischievous nature, added entertainment and low-stakes adventure to these excursions. Temples, with their cool marble floors, were rare for you. Your mother's counsel, though stern, held truth: the Olympians were not to be trusted or courted, only outmaneuvered. She saw them as cosmic tricksters, their grand declarations merely lures for a soul-deep bargain. To her, a prayer was not devotion but a desperate gamble with a capricious god. Curiosity extended to both genders, a desire to explore and play, to entangle in their touch without crossing that final threshold. You had held back from losing your virginity, the weight of your mother’s censure and her admonitions echoing loudly in your mind. Yet, the allure of the Sacred Groves and the liberty they represented beckoned, offering a taste of the adventures and discoveries that lay just beyond the polis's limits. [[Sneak away to the sacred groves]]

The decision is made: you'll leave the polis as a family, chasing a hopeful new horizon. Your mother's relief is palpable, her long-held wish finally granted, but her happiness is tempered by a deep anxiety for the dangers that lie ahead and the unpredictable nature of the world beyond these familiar walls. Your father, too, is worried, steeling himself for the battles to come. He has informed the general of his departure and packed all his belongings. Outside the polis, he hired an ox cart for the journey, the creaking wheels and snorting beasts a stark contrast to the ordered life you've known. The road had offered only monotony for three long days, each dawn mirroring the last, the landscape a bland tapestry of dull greens and browns. But as the third night drew its star-dusted cloak over the world, an undeniable change seized you. The air around you, once cool and crisp, seemed to crackle with an unseen energy, and your own body responded in kind. A sudden, almost dizzying wave of heat washed over you, originating from a deep, dormant place within your lower body. It was a potent, tingling warmth that spread outwards, a sensation both alarming and strangely… intimate, as if something long asleep had finally stirred to life. Your quim throbbed with a newfound awareness, the sensation both foreign and exhilarating. You shifted uncomfortably on the hard bench of the cart, your thighs pressing together, trying to ease the growing ache. The movement only served to heighten your sensitivity, the rough fabric of your dress rubbing against your skin, sending shivers of pleasure and anticipation coursing through your veins. You could feel the dampness between your legs, your body preparing itself for something unknown, something primal. The cart rumbled on, the rhythm of the wheels against the road matching the pounding of your heart, each jolt sending new waves of sensation through your body. You stole a glance at your father, his strong profile silhouetted against the starlit sky, and wondered if he could sense the change in you, if he could feel the energy that pulsed from your body. The thought sent a fresh wave of heat crashing over you, and you bit your lip to stifle a moan, your body aching with a need you didn't understand. [[Wake up and shake that feeling]] [[Touch yourself]]

With unyielding determination and a spark of hope, you, Philtra, and your family stride into the Colosseum of Olympia, your chins held high and your spirits unshaken. The rigorous preparation of the past week has tempered you into a cohesive and formidable force, ready to face the challenges ahead. Medaea moves with purpose, her eyes sharp and calculating as she scans the arena, meticulously double- and triple-checking the escape routes she has so carefully planned. Her unwavering confidence is infectious, and you feel a surge of hope and resolve course through your veins. Peregrine, your father, is the embodiment of focused intensity. He stretches his muscles with deliberate, controlled movements, preparing his body for the battle of his life. He consumes a hearty meal, his gaze never wavering from the arena, a silent vow of victory etched onto his determined face. The common folk, who have gathered to witness the spectacle, hold Peregrine in high regard. They see in him a reflection of their own struggles and aspirations... a man who has clawed his way up from the ranks, earning their deep admiration and unwavering loyalty. His name rolls off their tongues like a battle cry, a symbol of hope in a polis often shrouded in oppression. Mnemonides, however, is another story. The common people despise him, whispering of his cruelty and sadistic pleasures. They curse his name, seeing in him an embodiment of fear and oppression. The crowd jeers and boos as he makes his appearance, their voices a cacophony of anger and hatred. To them, Mnemonides represents everything that is wrong with their society, a stark reminder of the power dynamics that keep them downtrodden. As you take your seats in the royal box, you notice King Basileos, a young man with a crown that seems to weigh heavily on his shoulders. His innocent face, with soft features and wide, curious eyes, betrays his naïveté. He fidgets nervously, clearly uncomfortable with the immense responsibility and expectations heaped upon him. Beside him sits the true power behind the throne, his mother, the Dowager Queen Klytemnaestra. Klytemnaestra is a woman of commanding presence, her sultry beauty remaining undiminished by time. Her shapely and alluring figure is a weapon she wields with expert precision to manipulate those around her. Her dark, cascading curls frame a face that is both beautiful and cunning, with sharp, calculating eyes that miss nothing. Her seductively painted red lips curve into a knowing smile as she surveys the arena, a spider content in the center of her web, orchestrating the events to come with insidious influence. The arena is a seething cauldron of emotions, the air thick with anticipation and dread. The common folk chant Peregrine's name, their voices a deafening roar of support and hope. They believe in him, in his cause, and in the promise of a brighter future. As the sun begins to set, casting long, foreboding shadows across the arena, the stage is set for an epic confrontation... a battle that will not only decide the fate of your family but also shape the future of Olympia itself. [[Watch the fight between your father and Mnemonides]]

You start to give in to the sensation, your fingers moving with a desperate intensity as you explore the untouched contours of your body. An unseen presence urges you on, its touch soft and coaxing, stirring a warmth that threatens to consume you. Your breath hitches, and a soft moan escapes your lips. But you don't want to lose yourself to this feeling. You fight against it, your body tensing as you try to regain control. With a sharp intake of breath, you wrench your eyes back open, shaking off the haze of desire that had begun to take hold. [[Check your surroundings]]

You lose yourself in the moment, the weight of your parents and all other worries melting away, leaving only raw, unadulterated sensation. A subtle, urging presence encourages you to explore further, and you surrender to it, your fingers moving with desperate intensity, tracing the untouched contours of your virgin body as if your very existence depends on it. A gentle, unseen presence brushes against you, its touch soft and coaxing, stirring a warmth that urges you to shed your inhibitions and embrace your desires. Your breath hitches, and a soft, desperate moan escapes your lips, unbidden. You don't know who or what this presence is... man, woman, or something else entirely... but the sensation is undeniable, a quiet thrill that pulls you deeper into its embrace, promising pleasures you've never known. You surrender to the sensation, your body relaxing as you part your thighs, your fingers tracing slow, deliberate paths of pleasure. Invisible hands, soft yet insistent, glide across your skin... one set caresses your breasts, teasing your nipples with gentle pressure, rolling them between unseen fingers, while another explores the sensitive curve of your body, igniting shivers of anticipation. Your own touch remains focused, a rhythm that syncs with the ethereal embrace surrounding you, building towards a climax that feels both forbidden and inevitable. <<shake>>A pulsing heat, rigid and insistent, presses against your quim, sending a jolt of desire through you, a promise of what's to come. You can feel the length of it, the power, the promise of pleasure that awaits.<</shake>> But your mother's stern warning about your virginity and the grave consequences of losing it cuts through the haze of your desire. With a sharp intake of breath, you wrench yourself from the sensation, your eyes snapping open to the stark reality around you, your body aching with unfulfilled need. [[Check your surroundings]]

You quickly scan your surroundings, and a wave of relief washes over you. Father is deep in slumber, his exhaustion from the journey having taken its toll, while Mother sits quietly, her gaze a watchful presence, ever vigilant. She notices your disquiet immediately. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, what's wrong? You seem upset.">>Her voice is laced with concern. Embarrassment floods your cheeks, and your tongue feels thick, the words struggling to form. How could you explain the unsettling mix of thrill and terror that coursed through you? But Mother, ever perceptive, her eyes having witnessed much in this world, seems to understand the unspoken turmoil swirling within you. You take a deep breath and pour out the fragmented tale, the fear, the thrill, and the unsettling watchfulness. Your mother listens intently, her gaze distant and sorrowful. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I always knew this day would come. The day you would truly grasp that there are powers in this world, unseen and vast, who covet both your flesh and the nascent magic stirring within you.">>Her voice is heavy with ancient understanding. Her gaze sharpens, cutting through your lingering embarrassment. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Never yield your body to another. Should you face a challenge you cannot conquer, remember this: flight is always an option. There's no shame in it. You will learn from your failures, regroup, strengthen your hold on your own power, and try again. Do not cling to your father's notions of honor, bravery, or loyalty. Those are for mortals who have nothing more to lose.">> [[Ask your mother where you are heading]]

With your mother absorbed in her hunts and domestic duties, and your father engrossed in his military obligations, you find yourself with unsupervised hours. You seize this liberty, drawn by the alluring shadows of the Sacred Groves. Beneath the ancient trees, you encounter your companions, Kaelen, the son of a high noble whose lineage commands respect even from the gods, and Seraphina, the daughter of that infamous senator whose whispers influence the ears of kings.<<dialogue "Seraphina" "Finally escaped that gilded cage, huh? Took you long enough to take my advice.">>You toss your head back, eyes flashing with amusement. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm my own woman now... roaming wherever I please, with whomever I choose.">>Kaelen's arm snakes around your waist, his grip hot and possessive, pulling your hips against him. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Or riding whichever phallus or quim catches your fancy," he growls, his voice thick with promise, a wicked grin spreading across his face.">>The three of you share a raw, throaty laugh, the sound echoing through the grove, a testament to your newfound freedom and the pleasures that await. They extend an invitation for a lighthearted game. [[Join them in the game]]

As the ox cart rumbles along the uneven road, you turn to your mother, Medaea, her eyes reflecting the starlit sky above. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Where are we headed? How far is our journey?">>Medaea turns to you, her expression one of nostalgia. <<dialogue "Medaea" "We are traveling to a polis called Eryx. It is my birthplace and the home of the Academy of Aphrodite, where I was raised and educated.">>She pauses, her gaze distant as she recalls her past. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Eryx is a polis of pleasure and power, where the cult of Aphrodite holds sway. The Academy is an institution unlike any other, dedicated to teaching the arts of seduction, pleasure, and political acumen. Its motto, 'Venus Vincit Omnia'... Venus Conquers All... embodies the belief that through the power of Aphrodite, one can conquer any challenge.">>Medaea reaches into her pack and pulls out an old, leather-bound book, its pages yellowed with age. She hands it to you, her voice soft but firm. <<dialogue "Medaea" "This book contains everything you need to know about Eryx and its power structure. Study it, for you will need to understand the complexities of this polis and the role you will play within it.">>She looks at you, her eyes filled with a sense of pride. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Eryx is a place of both opportunity and danger. You will learn to navigate its treacherous waters, to use your wits and your body to gain power and influence. But remember, knowledge is your greatest weapon. Study this book, and you will be better prepared for what lies ahead.">> [[Read the book about Eryx]] [[The academy of Aphrodite piques your interest]]

The duel commences, and the Colosseum of Olympia explodes into a deafening storm of cheers and gasps. In a display that leaves the crowd awestruck, your father, Peregrine the Lightbringer, not only matches the immortal Mnemonides blow for blow but also seizes the advantage. His sword, a straightforward yet expertly crafted blade named Radiant Justice, flashes through the air with deadly precision, each parry and strike a testament to the rigorous training you have provided him. The arena, a vast expanse of eager faces from every corner of Olympia, erupts in a thunderous roar of support. The crowd's fervor is palpable, their cheers a tidal wave of hope and belief in Peregrine's ability to vanquish the monster that has cast a dark shadow over their polis for far too long. Mnemonides, however, is a formidable and cunning foe. His sword, a wicked and twisted blade named Shadow's Embrace, glints ominously in the sunlight. Forged in the infernos of a thousand battles, this blade has claimed countless lives in the service of Mnemonides's kingdom and his insatiable ambitions. Its edge is razor-sharp, and its thirst for blood is insatiable, a dark reflection of its wielder's cruel nature. The sword sings through the air as Mnemonides blocks and counters, his movements as fluid as they are lethal. For a stretch of time, Peregrine's superior training and technique allow him to land devastating blows, Radiant Justice biting deep into Mnemonides's flesh. The immortal bleeds profusely, his blood a dark, almost black, ichor that pools on the sandy arena floor, a stark contrast to the otherwise pristine surface. The crowd's roar reaches a fever pitch, their voices a deafening chorus of hope and anticipation as they sense victory within their grasp. But as the battle wears on, the relentless pace begins to take its toll on Peregrine. His movements grow labored, his breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. The brutal truth of his mortality becomes starkly apparent, his flesh and bone pushing beyond their limits. Mnemonides, sensing his opponent's fatigue, discards any pretense of a fair fight. A sadistic, bloodthirsty grin spreads across his face as he begins to taunt Peregrine, his voice a venomous hiss.<<dialogue "Mnemonides" "You're weakening, Lightbringer. Your puny mortal strength is no match for an immortal. You will crumble, and when you do, I will claim your wife and daughter as my own. I will force them to bear my children, and your pathetic line will be erased from history. Your seed will be diluted, and your name will be but a whisper of the past, a faint echo of a man who dared to challenge me.">>You feel a sudden, desperate urge to pray. Your gaze instinctively lifts, seeking out the unseen presence of Aphrodite, goddess of love, beauty, pleasure, and sexuality. A silent plea forms on your lips, a raw, fervent wish for her divine favor in this dire moment. [[Pray to Aphrodite]] [[Heed your mother's words, dont pray]] Dev Note: Please make a save here for trying out a different route in the next playthrough

The echo of your mother's warnings rings loud in your mind, drowning out the desperate urge to cry out for divine help. You swallow your prayer, letting fate take its course. Your eyes fly open, and in that heart-wrenching moment, you see Mnemonides's sword, Shadow's Embrace, arc through the air with deadly precision. The blade connects with your father's neck, and with a sickening crunch, Peregrine's head is cleanly severed from his body. His lifeless eyes stare up at the sky, his dreams and hopes shattered forever as his body collapses to the ground, blood pooling around the gruesome scene. The arena's roar stutters into a collective gasp, then falls into a heavy, mournful silence. The crowd, stunned by the brutal loss of their champion and horrified by Mnemonides's cruelty, offers no cheer, only a profound, sorrowful stillness. King Basileos and the Dowager Queen Klytemnaestra share a similar reaction, their faces both wearing smug smiles of satisfaction. They exchange a glance, a silent understanding passing between them as they witness the brutal end of Peregrine. It is clear that they had anticipated this outcome, and they are pleased with how the events have unfolded, seeing it as a necessary step in their grand scheme. Mnemonides throws his head back, a triumphant roar echoing through the suddenly quiet arena. He expects a furious response, a desperate challenge from the defeated crowd, but instead, they merely turn, shoulders slumped, a wave of palpable disappointment washing over them as they begin to disperse. This quiet resignation fuels his rage more than any defiance. His eyes, burning with frustrated malice, snap from the retreating masses to lock onto you and your mother, a cruel smile spreading across his face as he relishes the thought of exacting his cruelty on the remaining members of Peregrine's family.<<set $aphroditefavor -= 2>> [[Turn to your mother]]

You clasp your hands together, a silent apology to your mother already forming in your heart, even as your voice, barely a whisper, calls out to Aphrodite, begging for her divine intervention. The world lurches to a halt. The thunderous roar of the crowd, the clash of steel, the very rush of wind... all fall silent. Time itself seems to freeze, the present moment stretching into an impossible eternity. You struggle to comprehend the surreal reality unfolding before you. Mnemonides's wicked blade, Shadow's Embrace, hangs suspended, a hair's breadth from your father's neck, the immortal's snarl frozen in a grotesque rictus. The vast crowd is a sea of statues, every face a silent, unmoving mask, their cheers and jeers reduced to an eerie silence. Only the raw, terrified worry etched on your mother's face seems to move, a beacon of emotion in the sudden, eerie stillness. A gasp catches in your throat as a figure materializes impossibly close, a presence that seemed to step out of thin air. Your heart leaps with a primal, instinctive fear. It is Erythia, a name you recognize from your mother's hushed, reverent stories... a being said to walk in the very shadow of Aphrodite and Eros themselves, a divine emissary of desire and pleasure. Her attire is a testament to her divine purpose, a masterpiece of allure designed to ensnare the senses. The fabric seems to breathe around her, clinging to her curves with an almost sentient grace, offering strategic glimpses of sun-kissed skin that promise a world of pleasure without ever fully revealing it. Every line, every shimmer, every whisper of cloth is a calculated invitation, crafted to ignite desire with divine precision. Her garments are a blend of ethereal elegance and deliberate revelation, transcending mortal fashion and embodying the very essence of temptation. The pieces click into place with chilling clarity. Erythia's sudden appearance, Aphrodite's intervention... you understand precisely why she's here and the dark bargain you're about to strike. [[You ask her to save your father]]

"Erythia," you breathe, the name a desperate, pleading whisper, "save my father from this inevitable end!" Her response is a slow, sultry smile, a predatory warmth radiating from her as she steps closer, her voice a seductive purr that sends shivers down your spine. <<dialogue "Erythia" "Oh, I can save him, little mortal. But everything comes at a price, especially when dealing with the divine.">>You swallow hard, trying to buy time, to grasp the impossible situation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Are you truly certain you can turn the tide? Make my father, a mere man, defeat an immortal being like Mnemonides?">>Erythia's eyes narrow, the playful glint replaced by a sharp, cunning gaze. She leans in, her breath hot on your ear as she whispers, <<dialogue "Erythia" "My power is not to be underestimated. Mnemonides may be deathless, but he is not invincible. I can imbue your father's blade, Radiant Justice, with a divine spark... a power that can cut through the flesh of gods themselves. But...">> she pulls back, her voice a cold, commanding tone, <<dialogue "Erythia" "I want something in return.">><<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm sure you do. Just tell me your price, Erythia.">>She laughs, a chilling, maniacal sound that seems to ripple through the frozen air, sending a shiver down your spine. <<dialogue "Erythia" "Your flesh, of course! I want your body, little mortal... your very being... to do with as I please. You may keep your soul and your free will, but your flesh is mine to command, to use, to pleasure as I see fit. That is the offer, take it or leave it.">>At her words, a profound stillness settles within you. The dread is still there, a heavy weight in your chest, but beneath it, a grim acceptance takes root. You've heard the cost, and for your father's life, you are ready to pay it, no matter how high the price. [[You agree to Erythia's deal]] [[Disagree to Erthia's deal]]

Erythia’s eyes gleam with wicked delight as she circles you, her gaze stripping you bare, drinking in your exposed skin with a predatory hunger. Your heart pounds with anticipation as she begins to undress you, her touch electric, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine. She takes her time, savoring the unveiling of your body, leaving you utterly bare and vulnerable. Your big, perky breasts are exposed, your pointy pink nipples hardening in the cool air, and your hairless quim is already wet and ready. You instinctively cover yourself, dreading the thought of being exposed to the frozen crowd, including your parents. She leans in, her breath hot on your ear, her voice a seductive purr, <<dialogue "Erythia" "For now, you’re mine alone. I could have every man here fuck you, even your father, if I wished. But I choose to keep this sweet quim all to myself.">>You plead for privacy, but her eyes flash with anger, and she moves behind you, her arm tightening around your throat in a chokehold that steals your breath. <<dialogue "Erythia" "You think you can set the terms with me? You’re mine to do with as I please.">><<bounce>>Her hands slide down to cup and knead your breasts, her touch expert and deliberate, sending waves of pleasure and pain through your body. She pinches your nipples, rolls them between her fingers, and slips two fingers inside your quim, curling them to hit that sweet spot while her thumb circles your clit. The sensation is otherworldly and divine, leaving you a quivering, desperate mess in her arms, begging for more. <</bounce>><<set $aphroditefavor += 5>><<set $intellect +=1>><<set $sexuality +=1>> [[Surrender yourself to Erythia]]

You surrender completely to Erythia, your body aching with a desperate need to cum, to experience your first orgasm with this ethereal being. Her fingers glide over your quim, brushing against your hymen, and you gasp, your body trembling with anticipation. But suddenly, she freezes, a shadow of dread crossing her face. She pulls back abruptly, leaving you bewildered and aching with unfulfilled desire, your quim throbbing and wet. Her voice trembles as she demands, <<dialogue "Erythia" "What’s your name?">><<dialogue "Philtra" "Philtra.">>Erythia’s eyes dart to your mother, frozen in the crowd, and a knowing, smug smirk curls her lips. <<dialogue "Erythia" "No wonder Aphrodite craved you so fiercely. And to think it’d be this easy.">>Confusion clouds your mind, and you struggle to understand. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do you mean?">>Erythia’s smirk fades, replaced by a cold, calculating look. <<dialogue "Erythia" "Put your dress back on. I’m off to tell Aphrodite about you. Or stay naked... let them all see your beautiful, untouched body. Getting fucked by that mob would be kinder than what I have planned for you.">>With that, she vanishes, leaving you scrambling to pull on your clothes, your quim still dripping, the dampness seeping through the thin fabric, betraying your arousal and leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. [[Get your bearing back and focus on the now]]

As you dress, the crowd roars back to life. You turn to the arena, heart pounding with anticipation.Your father just ducks under the path of Shadow's Embrace, you understand this happened because of Erythia's intervention. He now looks more determined and has a newfound confidence in defeating Mnemonides. He, confused but determined, stands ready with Radiant Justice. As Mnemonides charges, he ducks and counterattacks, his moves a blur. Radiant Justice clashes against Shadow's Embrace, sparks flying. He fights with ferocious desperation, his blade a silver whirlwind. Mnemonides, caught off guard, is forced to defend himself. He severs Mnemonides's arm with a swift strike, the limb falling, dark blood pooling. The crowd cheers as a mortal defeats an immortal. Mnemonides stumbles back, shocked. He is relentless, landing blow after brutal blow, eventually taking Mnemonides's other arm and kicking him to the ground. He stands over Mnemonides, Radiant Justice at his throat. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Yield.">>Mnemonides, mutilated and bleeding, looks up with hatred and resignation. He nods, surrendering. The crowd erupts in approval as he, a mere mortal, defeats the immortal Mnemonides, leaving him a broken, limbless husk. [[Your Father wins]]

You push your mother through the portal, a crushing wave of guilt washing over you as you acknowledge the role your actions have played in bringing your family to this desperate juncture. Turning to face Mnemonides, your heart hammers in your chest, a chaotic mix of fear and resignation coursing through your veins. He looms over you, his eyes ablaze with a fierce, hateful lust and a simmering anger that seems to radiate from his very being. His jaw is set in a harsh, unyielding line, and his hands clench and unclench at his sides, as if he's struggling to rein in his rage. In a swift, brutal movement, he produces the Stygian Shackle, the dark metal glinting ominously as it catches the light. Designed to bind your magic and ensure your complete submission, the shackle is a stark symbol of the power he now wields over you. His movements are aggressive and dominating as he advances, tearing your clothes apart with rough, impatient hands. Fabric rips and falls to the ground in tatters, leaving you utterly exposed and vulnerable, your naked body trembling before him. His gaze roves over your nude form, his breath coming in heavy, lustful pants. Your pale skin is flushed with heat, slick with a thin sheen of sweat. Your full, perky breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath. Your virgin folds throb with unwanted arousal. Your round, tight arse quivers, and your long, toned legs tremble, barely able to support you as you stand there, vulnerable and exposed. He leans in, his hot, harsh breath on your ear, his voice a low, threatening growl. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "You are a raw, mortal masterpiece, and I am going to enjoy every inch of you. You will beg for my touch, and I will take great pleasure in breaking you, in making you suffer for your mother's escape and your defiance.">>With a cruel, dominating grip, he binds you in the Stygian Shackle, the cold, dark links biting into your wrists, stripping away your magic and leaving you utterly at his mercy. He drags you, naked and helpless, through the polis to his dungeon, your exposed breasts bouncing and your slick quim glistening under the crowd's leering gaze. You bow your head, avoiding their eyes, a tumult of humiliation, guilt, and defiance churning within you. The onlookers, out of respect for your father, mirror your gesture, lowering their heads as you pass, creating a spectacle of humiliation and defiance. His grip on your arm is bruising, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you along, eager to commence his brutal, hate-filled, lust-driven reign over your body and soul, leaving you to contemplate the unknown horrors that await you in his dungeon.<<set $aphroditefavor -= 3>> [[Enter Mnemonides's dungeon]]

You take a deep, shuddering breath, your heart aching as you nod at your mother. You turn to the portal, the shimmering distortion pulsing before you, a gateway to an uncertain future. With one last look at your mother, you step through the portal, leaving her behind. The world around you warps and bends, colors swirling in a kaleidoscope of chaos. The sensation is disorienting, a tugging at your very essence, and then, abruptly, you stumble out the other side, collapsing onto the soft moss of a dense forest floor. The air is cool and damp, the scent of pine and earth filling your nostrils, a stark contrast to the sterile, harsh environment you just left. You take a moment to gather your bearings, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you push yourself up from the ground. The forest is dense, the canopy above blocking out most of the sunlight, casting dappled shadows on the woodland floor. You can hear the distant sounds of wildlife, the rustling of leaves, and the occasional call of a bird, a symphony of nature that is both soothing and unnerving in its foreignness. You know you must put as much distance between yourself and the polis of Olympia as possible. Your mother's instructions echo in your mind, a mantra of survival. You start to run, your heart pounding in your chest, your senses heightened as you navigate the unfamiliar terrain. The forest is a maze of trees, their gnarled roots tripping you up as you rush headlong into the unknown. As you run, you can't help but think of your mother, of the sacrifice she made to ensure your safety. Tears stream down your face, blurring your vision, but you don't slow down. You can't afford to. You have to keep moving, have to put as much distance between yourself and the polis as possible. The forest seems to go on forever, the trees a never-ending sea of green. You push yourself harder, your lungs burning, your muscles aching, but you don't stop. You can't. Your mother's life depends on it. Your life depends on it. After what feels like an eternity, you finally slow to a walk, your body trembling with exertion, your breath coming in deep, heaving gasps. You lean against a tree, your hand pressing against the rough bark as you try to catch your breath, your mind racing with thoughts of what comes next. You are unarmed and alone, with nothing but the clothes on your back and the memories of your family. But you are alive, and that is what matters. You wipe away your tears, your expression hardening into one of determination. You will survive. You will honor your mother's sacrifice and make it out of this alive. No matter what it takes. [[You meet a bandit group]]

Mnemonides drags you, chained and bare, through the fort, your breasts bouncing and quim exposed to the leering eyes of his army. His dungeon, a twisted labyrinth, lies beneath the military barracks, serving as both an arena for soldiers to fuck slaves endlessly for their amusement and a prison ensuring no captive dares escape, fearing they would have to face the entire army. He hauls you, chained and naked, into a dank, putrid cell where two other slaves cower in the corners, their bodies bruised and broken, flinching from his touch and predatory stare. He strips bare, his rough, calloused hands groping your exposed breasts and arse with brutal force, squeezing and kneading your flesh with no trace of gentleness. You steel yourself, knowing your first time will be with this monster, and it will be a brutal, miserable experience. He shoves his fingers into your tight, virgin quim, probing and stretching, a sick grin spreading across his face as he feels your untouched hymen. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "This virgin quim will make me rich. King Basileos himself will pay a fortune to claim your cherry's blood.">>He barks for his guards, and five burly soldiers storm into the cell, their eyes hungry and cruel. They pin your naked body down onto the cold, hard stone, your breasts pressed painfully against the unyielding surface, your nipples hardening from the cold and the harsh treatment. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "I don't need your virgin quim... not yet.">>Tears stream down your face as you pray for your mother to save you, your magic snuffed out by the Stygian Shackles biting into your wrists. <<wobble>>He grips his massive, inhuman phallus... too huge for any mortal... and forces it into your tight, virgin arse. You shudder and thrash, a surge of pain and panic coursing through your body, but the guards' iron grips keep you helpless, your struggles futile against their superior strength. He leans down, his hot breath on your ear as he growls.<</wobble>> <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "You're going to take every inch of me, you little whore. And you're going to love it.">>He begins to assault you, his hips moving with brutal, relentless thrusts, each one driving his monstrous length deeper into your arse. The pain is unlike anything you've ever experienced, a searing, burning agony that consumes your entire being. You feel like you're being torn apart, your body impaled on his massive phallus, helpless to escape the onslaught. Your screams fill the cell, a chorus of agony and despair that only seems to excite your captors more. The guards, seeing your helpless state, begin to leer and laugh, their eyes roving over your naked, violated body. They bicker among themselves, arguing over who gets to fuck you next, their voices a cruel, mocking chorus that fills the cell. <<dialogue "Guard 1" "I call dibs on that tight arse.">> <<dialogue "Guard 2" "No, I want that sweet quim.">>The brutal assault drains every ounce of energy from you, leaving you hollow, broken, and utterly spent. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of endless, agonizing rounds, he finishes, his sweat-slick body pulling away from yours. He stands up, his chest heaving, a satisfied smirk on his face. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "That was just the beginning, little one. You're mine now, and I'm going to enjoy every inch of you.">>He orders his guards not to touch your quim, declaring that you are now destined for King Basileos, your virginity to be his prize. As you lie there, broken and used, your body aching and sore, you can only wonder what fresh horrors await you at the hands of the king, your mind a whirl of fear, humiliation, and despair. [[Cry in silence]]

Mnemonides and his filthy guards storm out, leaving you slumped on the cold, unforgiving stone floor. Your arse throbs with a relentless, aching pain, a stark reminder of the brutality you've just endured. The two slaves approach you cautiously. <<dialogue "Prisoner 1" "Open your mouth.">>You try to respond, but your sobs choke your words, reducing them to a pathetic whimper. She kneels beside you, gently parting your lips, while the other pours a warm, tangy elixir down your throat. <<dialogue "Prisoner 2" "It's a gift from Aphrodite’s temple.">>You gag at first, the liquid burning its way down, but you manage to swallow, their hands steady and supportive, never forcing. The elixir ignites your core, magic surging through your veins, awakening your dormant power. Your strength returns in waves as the potent potion works its magic, mending your battered body. You glance at the two slaves, the glint of sunlight in your eyes reflecting your newfound resolve. Your arse still tingles from the ordeal, a constant, painful reminder of the brutality you've endured. One of them, her breasts barely covered by ragged cloth, smirks and asks, <<dialogue "Thysa" "What did you do to earn that savage pounding from Mnemonides? He never bothers with us slaves... it’s usually just these depraved guards fucking us raw.">>The other slave, eyeing the Stygian Shackles glinting on your wrists, leans in closer, her breath hot on your skin. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "Those chains... they’re for magic wielders, aren’t they? No wonder he kept your virgin quim untouched for King Basileos.">>You rasp out your name, <<dialogue "Philtra" "Philtra.">> Your voice hoarse from the ordeal. You spill the raw truth about how you ended up in this smoldering Tartarus, your arse still aching from Mnemonides’ brutal assault. One of the slaves lights up with a grin. <<dialogue "Thysa" "I’m Thysa. Me and my sister Lyssa got nabbed for stealing... now we’re stuck in this den.">>Lyssa, her eyes wary and cautious, keeps her distance, not bothering with pleasantries. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "You’ve got the King and his general sniffing around your quim. Hanging out with you is a death sentence for small-time thieves like us.">> [[Ask for their assistance in breaking out of these shackles]]

You turn to Thysa and Lyssa, desperation etched on your face as you plead, <<dialogue "Philtra" "Please, help me break out of these shackles. I can't take this any longer.">>Before Thysa can respond, Lyssa cuts in, her voice sharp and unyielding. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "No way, sister. We're not risking our necks for her. If she wants out, she can figure it out herself.">>Lyssa's eyes flash with a cruel glint, daring you to argue. Thysa, however, looks torn. Her expression softens as she looks at you, and you can see the kindness in her eyes, the desire to help. But there's also a flicker of fear, a loyalty to her sister that holds her back. She takes a deep breath and says softly, <<dialogue "Thysa" "These shackles are magical, so they're not coming off without some serious magical power or Mnemonides' personal touch. You'll get your chance, I promise. Just hold on and endure a little longer, okay?">> Her voice is gentle but firm, leaving no room for argument. Lyssa smirks, clearly pleased with her sister's response. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "That's right. You're not getting out of here until Mnemonides says so. So, you might as well get comfortable with that idea.">> She turns and walks away, leaving you with Thysa, who gives you a small, apologetic smile before following her sister. You huddle on the freezing floor, hugging your knees to your chest, trying to block out the day's traumas and focus on devising an escape plan. Sleep is fitful, your mind a whirlwind of fear and determination. The first light of dawn creeps through the tiny, filthy window, casting long, ominous shadows across the cell. [[The next day in the cell]]

After the guards finish their brutal, savage fucking of Thysa and Lyssa, they pull out, their phalluses glistening with their own seed and the sisters' fluids. The sisters are left panting and disheveled, but they manage to pull themselves together enough to accept the meager rations of food the guards toss their way, murmuring quiet thanks. The guards, still naked and hard, turn their hungry eyes towards you, their next conquest. You've seen what they did to the sisters, and you brace yourself for the worst. Your mother's absence stings like a fresh wound, and anger boils up inside you. You've been left to rot here, and you're not going to go down without a fight. You meet their gazes, your eyes flashing with defiance and a sudden, dark resolve.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Come on, you animals. You think you can do to me what you did to them? I dare you. Take me. Maybe one of you will be the lucky bastard who takes my virginity and ruins Mnemonides' little plan.">> You spread your legs slightly, inviting them in, your heart pounding like a war drum, your quim already throbbing with anticipation. The guards exchange glances, their eyes widening with surprise and arousal. They weren't expecting this fiery response, and it only serves to stoke their lust. They start to circle you like vultures, their phalluses bobbing obscenely with each step, already leaking pre-cum in anticipation. You can see the hunger in their eyes, the primal need to conquer and dominate.<<dialogue "Guard 1" "Someone's eager for a good fuck.">> He reaches out to grab your breast, squeezing it roughly. You flinch but hold your ground, your breath hitching as his thumb brushes over your nipple, sending a shock of pleasure through your body despite the circumstances. He leans in, his hot breath on your ear as he whispers, <<dialogue "Guard 2" "I'm going to enjoy breaking you in.">><<dialogue "Guard 3" "Don't be idiots. She's trying to trick us into ruining her for Mnemonides. We should not think with our phalluses right now, got it? But that doesn't mean she gets off easy.">> He turns to you, a cruel smile playing on his lips. <<dialogue "Guard 1" "You want to be a smartarse? Fine. But you'll earn that ration. Make us cum, whore. Use those silky hands. Show us what you're made of.">> [[The guards respond to your request]]

Amidst the chaotic, lust-drenched session, a sudden, ethereal presence washes over you, enveloping you in a warm, inviting embrace. Aphrodite, your desired goddess, materializes before you, her voice a sultry whisper that sends shivers down your spine and makes your nipples harden. <<dialogue "Aphrodite" "This is your purpose, my child. Embrace it. This power is your weapon, not your weakness. Seek my temple, and you shall find your true strength.">>Her words wrap around you like a sensual caress, infusing you with a newfound confidence and strength. Trusting in your goddess, you surrender to the sensation, your body moving with a new, seductive purpose. You become the center of their universe, your every moan and touch commanding their undivided attention. You turn your head, taking in each of their faces, their eyes glazed with lust and need, their breaths coming in ragged, desperate gasps, their phalluses hard and ready. With a slow, deliberate motion, you reach out, your hands gripping their phalluses, stroking and teasing them in time with your body's movements. You can feel the guards' hands on your body, their fingers probing and exploring every inch of your skin, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples, and gripping your arse. But you're in control now. You set the pace, you dictate their pleasure, and they're powerless to resist your touch. You lean into the guard fucking your mouth, taking him deeper, your tongue swirling and sucking, drawing out his pleasure. You can feel his phallus throbbing in your mouth, his pre-cum leaking onto your tongue, a salty, musky taste that only serves to heighten your arousal. You bob your head, taking him in as deep as you can, your eyes watering as you relax your throat to accommodate his length. Your body moves with a grace and skill that belies your inexperience, every touch, every moan, every shift of your hips designed to drive them wild with desire. <<pulse>>Aphrodite's power courses through your veins like liquid fire, your body moving with an otherworldly grace and skill. You can feel the guards' control slipping, their breaths coming in ragged, desperate gasps, their bodies tensing as they lose themselves in your touch. Their hands tighten on your body, their fingers digging into your flesh, leaving bruises that will serve as a reminder of this encounter. One guard grips your hip, his fingers pressing into your skin, while another squeezes your breast, his thumb circling your nipple, sending shocks of pleasure through you.<</pulse>><<set $aphroditefavor += 5>><<set $seduction += 3>><<set $sexuality += 3>><<set $courage += 3>> [[Finish what you started]]

Aphrodite's words echo in your mind, a reminder of your potential and the weapon you now wield. But beneath the empowerment, you feel utterly exhausted. Your body aches, and your mind is a whirlwind of emotions. As the guards leave, casting curious glances back at you, Thysa and Lyssa approach.<<dialogue "Thysa" "That was incredible. I've never seen anything like it. You're something special, Philtra.">>Her eyes are wide with astonishment and a touch of fear, but also with admiration.<<dialogue "Lyssa" "It was impressive, but we should be careful. Your powers, We don't know what that means or where it comes from.">>Lyssa's voice is cautious, her brow furrowed as she looks at you, her expression thoughtful. You offer a small, tired smile, your voice gentle, <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, both of you. I couldn't have done this without your support. But I'm so tired right now. My body and mind are spent.">>Thysa nods, her expression softening, <<dialogue "Thysa" "Of course, rest now. You've earned it. We'll keep watch and make sure you're safe.">>Lyssa adds, her voice a little softer, <<dialogue "Lyssa" "Yes, get some sleep. We can figure out the rest later.">>You nod, your eyes already growing heavy. You curl up on the cold floor, using your arm as a pillow. As you drift off to sleep, your last thoughts are of the power you've discovered and the knowledge that you are no longer helpless. Your breathing evens out, and you slip into a deep, exhausted sleep. The cell, once a place of dread, now holds a new meaning... a place where you found your strength. [[Take some rest|Mnemonides 17]]

You immediately regret your defiant words, the taste of your own bravery turning bitter in your mouth as the guards close in, their eyes glinting with renewed hunger and a predatory gleam. Panic surges through you, and you start to cry, your voice breaking as you beg, <<dialogue "Philtra" "Please, don't touch me. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it.">>Your tears and pleas only seem to spur them on, their phalluses hardening again at the sight of your squirming, helpless body. One of them growls, his voice thick with lust and a cruel, wicked smile playing on his lips. <<dialogue "Guard" "I'm going to enjoy breaking you in.">>And so, your nightmare begins. The guards form a line, their phalluses bobbing obscenely as they take turns fucking your arse and your mouth. One guard holds your head in a vise-like grip, his phallus pushing past your lips, filling your mouth completely. You gag and choke, your eyes watering as he sets a brutal pace, his hips snapping forward, forcing you to take him deeper, his balls slapping against your chin, his pubic bone grinding against your nose. You can taste the salt of his pre-cum, the musk of his sweat, and it makes your head spin, your own arousal betraying you despite the degradation. Meanwhile, another guard positions himself behind you, his knees pressing into the cold, hard stone floor as he lines up his phallus with your arse. He spits on his hand, rubbing the saliva onto his length, using it as a poor excuse for lube. <<shake>>You tense as he pushes into you, his phallus stretching you, invading you, claiming you. You cry out, the sound muffled by the phallus in your mouth, as he begins to move, his hips slapping against your arse with each thrust, the impact echoing through the cell, his balls swinging and hitting your quim with each forceful pump.<</shake>> The guards take their turns, their phalluses a blur of flesh and need, using your body for their pleasure. You try to fight back, to twist and turn, to escape their relentless assault, but you're no match for their strength. Your struggles only seem to excite them more, their grunts and curses filling the air as they pound into you, using your body as their personal playground. <<dialogue "Guard" "That's it, fight it. Makes it more fun.">>Your mouth is sore, your jaw aching from being forced open so wide, and your arse feels like it's on fire, stretched and used in a way that leaves you feeling hollow and violated. Tears stream down your face, mixing with the spit and pre-cum that coats your chin. You hate this, hate being used like a common whore, a plaything for their lust. But your hatred and disgust only fuel their desire, and they show no sign of stopping, their phalluses still hard and ready, eager for more. You're their toy, and they're going to use you until they're spent and sated, your feelings be damned. The cell is filled with the obscene sounds of their pleasure... the wet slapping of flesh, their grunts and groans, and your own muffled cries. You can feel every vein, every ridge of their phalluses as they move in and out of you, their control absolute, your body theirs to command. <<wobble>>One guard, more brutal than the others, grabs your hair, yanking your head back as he fucks your mouth, his other hand squeezing your breast, pinching your nipple until you whimper in pain. Another guard, positioned behind you, spreads your arse cheeks wide, his thumbs pressing into your tight hole, stretching you further, preparing you for his massive phallus. He grunts, his voice hoarse with lust. <</wobble>><<dialogue "Guard" "I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll feel me for days.">>Your body is a battlefield, an arena for their lust and dominance. They use you, claim you, mark you as their own, their phalluses leaving you raw and sore, your body aching from the relentless assault. Yet, despite the pain and humiliation, you can't deny the spark of arousal that burns within you, a traitorous response to their brutal taking of your body.<<set $aphroditefavor -= 1>> [[Ask for another potion from the sisters]]

After the guards are done with you and toss your meager ration of food onto the floor, you turn to Thysa and Lyssa, your voice hoarse with desperation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Please, I need another potion. I can't keep doing this without it.">>Lyssa's reply is sharp and unyielding. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "You got yourself into this mess. You think you can tough it out here? Welcome to reality... you're on your own.">>Thysa looks down, her expression one of resignation. She fidgets with her hands, hesitating before speaking softly. <<dialogue "Thysa" "Lyssa's right. You have to face this alone. We can't always be there to bail you out.">>You nod, feeling a tightness in your chest as you turn away, your body shaking with silent sobs. The tears stream down your face as you curl up on the cold floor, the weight of everything crashing down on you. The recent horrors... being taken by the guards and Mnemonides... echo in your mind, a never-ending loop of pain and humiliation. The Stygian shackles dig into your wrists, their dark magic sapping your strength and suppressing your powers, leaving you feeling utterly vulnerable. Your father's final moments in the colosseum play out in your memory, his fall from grace and ultimate defeat a stark reminder of the world's cruelty. You feel the absence of your power like a physical ache, the shackles ensuring you're powerless to defend yourself. Your sobs eventually subside into quiet, shaky breaths as you lie there, your body wracked with emotion. You feel abandoned, hurt, and utterly broken. The loss of your power, your father, and now the support of your sisters weighs heavily on you, threatening to drown you in despair. But amidst the tears, a spark of determination flickers to life. You won't let this destroy you. You'll find a way to get your power back, to honor your father's memory, and to survive this place. With a deep, trembling breath, you wipe away your tears, your resolve strengthening. You are stronger than this, and you will not be defeated. [[Take some rest|Mnemonides 1]]

You are the offspring of two distinct entities: Peregrine the Lightbringer, a warrior renowned for his valor in the king's army, and Medaea, a witch whose unexpected arrival in the polis was akin to a sudden lightning strike. Her skills in healing and alchemy were as rare as the rarest gems. Their story unfolded under the specter of death, as Peregrine suffered severe injuries in battle and his life was rapidly diminishing. The army's official healers had sadly declared him dead, but a mysterious stranger named Medaea came to his camp like a whisper in the night, defying their words and saving his life with her unique and powerful magic. Your parents raised you in a quiet refuge, a hidden jewel on the outskirts of Olympia, where the air was filled with the smell of wildflowers and the songs of birds far away. Your mother, Medaea, was a figure of amazement and wonder because of her otherworldly beauty and powerful magical powers. Her celestial origins were a well-guarded secret, but her power was undeniable. It changed the fundamental fabric of your early life. Your father was a hero to the polis. He was the captain of an elite squad and a champion in every way. His bravery and ability in battle were as legendary as the songs sung by bards. They worked together to make you a strong young woman who is ready to tackle the many challenges of Olympia. Medaea was your first teacher, showing you the mysterious skills with the patience of a sculptor molding marble and the wisdom of an old sage. Under her guidance, you learned to harness your innate magical powers, drawing from the same profound reservoir of energy that propelled her potent spells. You learned all about how to manipulate emotions that could make people feel love, want, and loyalty, just like a master weaver makes a tapestry of influence. At the same time, your father taught you to have a deep regard for strategy and discipline. He taught you how to fight, sharpening your combat abilities and tactical thinking with the precision of a master swordsman so that you could protect yourself and others with deadly effectiveness. Your schooling went beyond the physical and the mysterious. Medea and your father made sure you knew a lot about Olympia's politics by training you how to be diplomatic, persuasive, and secretive. They helped you figure out how the polis works, its complicated history, and its complicated cultural rules. Their efforts got you ready to traverse its dangerous seas with grace and cunning, like a ship sailing through a sea of changing tides.<<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> [[Early Life]]

As you grew up, you were taught to have a strong sense of duty, honor, and compassion. Medea, with her kind wisdom, and your father, with his steady advice, taught you that your amazing skills were a gift that should be used properly for the greater good. They helped you develop empathy by encouraging you to listen to the stories of people in need, and they also helped you build resilience by putting you through challenging experiences that taught you how to stand up against injustice. Their teachings were filled with compassion, discipline, and knowledge that were meant to help you become a light of hope and strength in a polis that often valued power above all else. Your childhood was spent in a sanctuary full of magical energy, where the lines between the mortal and divine worlds seemed to fade into a shimmering haze. You trained and studied here, surrounded by beautiful gardens and old trees whose rustling leaves murmured mysteries from long ago. Your father would take you to Olympia to see and hear all the polis's fascinating happenings. He showed you the busy market, the impressive civic rituals, and the many different people who lived in the polis. These trips taught you about how power and politics work, and they gave you the chance to take part in civic rites and understand the heavy obligations that came with your unique background. Medea and your father knew you'd be outstanding and prepared you for it. They taught you how to use your powers with precision and control, just like an artist learns how to improve their work. Your upbringing was a tough path that taught you everything you needed to know about magic, fighting, and politics. Medea would spend long hours teaching you old spells, their words resonating in the air. Your father would challenge you to sword fights in the courtyard, filling the sky with the sound of metal clashing. The point of these courses was to turn you into a leader who could change the future of Olympia. You grew into a strong, kind, and resilient young woman because of their love and guidance. You were ready to tackle the challenges that were ahead. What did you focus on in your training? <<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> [[Combat training]] [[Learning elemental powers]]

In the quiet sanctuary, you, Philtra, grew into a beautiful young lady with growing power. You learned a lot about your magical powers and your feelings throughout your teenage years. Your body transformed, with your breasts getting rounder and your hips getting curvier. With these changes came a new awareness of your sexuality. When you went to Olympia, which did not happen very frequently, you would often daydream about the guards and soldiers you saw. Their muscular bodies and confident stances would make you feel something deep inside. You secretly examined your body, running your fingers over the curves of your breasts and quim to find the joys that lie within. You kept these moments to yourself, a private world of feeling and desire that you did not even tell your parents about. One day, while Medaea was teaching you how to dance, she noticed the changes in you and the restless energy that pulsed beneath your skin. One day, she took you aside and placed you down next to her with a serious look on her face. You listened with your heart racing as she told you about the dangers that lay ahead. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Some people would want to take advantage of your powers and use you for their gain. You retain your strength till the proper time, when you choose to give it to someone deserving, by staying a virgin">>Medea's warnings resonated in your ears, markedly different from the signs of strength she had previously bestowed upon you. You started to realize that your sexuality might be both enjoyable and dangerous. She told you to stay a virgin to protect yourself and your powers until you were ready to use them with full understanding and control. During your adolescent years, you had to balance your desires with your mother's concerns. Even when you learned more about your heavenly inheritance and the scope of your talents, you stayed on guard, protecting your virginity as a precious trust. <<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> [[Understanding yourself]]

Over the years, the once-unbreakable bond between your parents, Peregrine and Medaea, began to deteriorate, their love story slowly unraveling like a tapestry worn thin by time and turmoil. The home that was once a sanctuary filled with warmth and laughter started to feel colder, the air thick with unspoken words and underlying tensions. Peregrine, your father, was a man of ambition and pride. His military career, once a source of fulfillment, had become a source of frustration. Stagnant in his role as captain of a small squad, he felt sidelined and underappreciated. He believed his talents warranted a larger stage, that he should be a general leading armies into battle rather than confined to Olympia with a mere handful of men. His eyes would darken with bitterness as he spoke of his superiors, convinced their envy of his abilities and Medaea's mysterious powers was obstructing his advancement.<<dialogue "Peregrine" "I should be leading legions, not stuck here with a mere squad. If it weren't for your mother and her... peculiarities, I'd have the respect I deserve. I'd be a general, commanding armies to glory.">>Medaea, your mother, sensed the shifting political landscape of Olympia and foresaw the impending storms. Her divine senses warned of troubles ahead, and she grew restless, eager to escape the polis and its intrigues. She yearned for a quiet life, away from the prying eyes and political maneuverings that threatened to consume them.<<dialogue "Medaea" "Peregrine, we should go before it's too late. I can feel it... the polis is changing, and not for the better. We should take Philtra and leave, start anew somewhere far from here.">>But Peregrine was not ready to abandon his dreams of glory. He saw her warnings as a distraction from his ambitions, an obstacle to his ascent through the military ranks. Their conversations, once filled with love and mutual respect, began to turn acrimonious, each wanting something the other could not or would not provide.<<dialogue "Peregrine" "You want me to run away, to hide like a coward. I will not abandon my post, my duty. I will earn the respect I deserve, and no one, not even you, will stand in my way.">>Medaea would sigh, her heart aching with a little bit of everything: love, frustration, and fear. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I only want what's best for us, for our family. However, if you insist on remaining, then that's perfectly acceptable. I will not leave you, Peregrine, even if it means facing the darkness that lies ahead.">>Thus, their love story became a tale of two people tugging in opposite directions, each unwavering in their convictions and unwilling to yield. The once-harmonious sanctuary began to resemble a battlefield, the air heavy with the weight of their unmet expectations and the slowly disintegrating foundations of their relationship. [[One fine day]]

As Olympia's political climate turned sour, so did the advances of its influential men, with General Mnemonides leading the pack. His gaze first feasted on As Olympia's politics got worse, so did the advances of its powerful men, led by General Mnemonides. He first glanced at Medaea, whose sheer chiton embraced her curves and left little room for imagination. He showered her with gifts, and it was clear that he was trying to win her over in a very desperate way. Your father, Peregrine, did not want to hear about any of these gifts since he was hurt by the general's brazen attempts to win over his wife. You knew quite well what the general was doing and how it affected your mother. His gaze swept over her body, focusing on the curves that her thin stola only partially concealed. It made you feel uneasy, especially when you saw other guys looking at your mother in the same way, with their hands "accidentally" brushing across her breasts or butt. Olympian ladies wore clothes that were meant to tease and excite, with designs that hinted at the pleasures that lay beneath. The chiton and stola, with their translucent fabrics and low necklines, gave a tempting view that made people want to touch them. As you grew up, you also started to get these hungry looks and hands that wanted to touch you. Men who had previously only seen Medaea now appreciated your body, squeezing your butt or brushing against your breasts as they walked by. General Mnemonides developed a keen interest in you, his eyes roving over your body with an intensity that made you uneasy. He envisioned what lay beneath your clothing, his thoughts filled with fantasies of having both mother and daughter under his control.<<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Philtra, you are a sight to behold. I hope we can become better acquainted. I could educate you on the influence you wield over men.">><<shake>>He reached out, taking your hand and squeezing your breast before you could step back.<</shake>> You smiled politely, freeing yourself from his grasp, your mind feeling the discomfort, curiosity, and a new awareness of your allure. [[Socializing with other young people]]

As you, Philtra, grew into a woman, you were the center of attention for Olympia's young people. Your beauty and charm drew in many fans. When you went to parties, both young men and women would look at you with admiration. Their eyes and hands would explore your body with a need. Young males would lean in close and murmur flirty things in your ear during private, dimly lit parties. Their breath would be hot on your skin.<<shake>>Their hands would touch your curves and squeeze your breasts and arse without fear<</shake>>. <<dialogue "Young Male" "You are a goddess, Philtra,">> <<shake>>as he kissed your neck and slid his hand under your chiton to touch your quim.<</shake>> You loved the attention they gave you and felt powerful and wanted. <<wobble>>Young women were also fascinated. When they crowded around you, their eyes sparkled with admiration and respect. They would touch your thighs or breasts and trace your skin as they drew in close. <</wobble>><<dialogue "Young Woman" "Philtra, you are very brave,">> <<wobble>>her lips caressing your ear and her fingers squeezing your breast. You loved how they touched you, it made you feel strong and admired.<</wobble>> But you never forgot what your mother told you about the dangers of being visually appealing. Medea told you to keep your virginity safe and use your powers wisely. You remembered what she said and were able to handle the ardent approaches, savoring the touches and whispers of want while staying in control. You were in charge of your body and your powers, and you used them to your advantage while keeping loyal to yourself.<<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> <<set $intellect += 1>> What do you feel like your best qualities were? [[Your power to seduce anyone]] [[Your power to persuade anyone]]

They guide you to an isolated section of the grove, where they brandish their wooden swords, a glint of mischief in their eyes. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I thought we'd outgrown this. And why bring me here for this? This was exciting when we were fifteen, not now.">>You raise an eyebrow at Seraphina, who wears a wicked smile. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "There's a slight twist to the stakes this time. Every time one of us loses, the winner gets to remove a piece of clothing from the loser's body.">><<dialogue "Seraphina" "It's a free-for-all. Anyone can attack anyone. No other rules.">>The three of you spread out, forming a triangle, and prepare to attack. Internally, you ponder, Why go through all this trouble? They could have just asked, and I'd be out of my clothes in an instant. But you can't help feeling a thrill of anticipation as you ready your wooden sword, eager to see where this game will lead. [[Take it seriously and attack them both]] [[Lose on purpose]]

You participate in the mock combat, your wooden sword clashing with those of your companions. The grove resonates with your laughter and the thwacks of wood on wood as you pretend to struggle, allowing them to believe they have the advantage.<<dialogue "Philtra" "First piece is mine.">>Your hands brush against his chest as you unbuckle his belt, the leather slipping through your fingers as you discard it. You trace your fingers along the waistband of his chiton, slowly pulling it off his body, leaving him in just his subligar and boots. His eyes widen in surprise and arousal.<<dialogue "Seraphina" "You're full of surprises.">>Emboldened, you turn to Kaelen, circling him like a predator. Your hands explore his body as you tear his subligar, the fabric ripping as you remove it, leaving him completely naked and aroused, his phallus erect. His chest rises and falls rapidly, his eyes dark with desire. Seraphina attacks, determined. You meet her onslaught, your sword a blur, until you've reduced her to her subligar and boots, her breath coming in ragged gasps. You step close, your body pressing against hers as you run your hands over her, feeling her curves and the heat of her skin. You hook your fingers into the waistband of her subligar, pulling them down slowly, exposing her naked body inch by inch. She steps out of them, standing naked before you, her nipples hard and her breath coming in quick gasps.<<set $aphroditefavor += 1>><<set $combat += 2>> [[Continue to press your advantage]]

You participate in the mock combat, your wooden sword clashing with those of your companions. The grove resonates with the sounds of your laughter and the thuds of wood on wood. You could easily overpower them, but you opt to lose, lowering your guard and taking hits that you could normally deflect. Kaelen delivers the first substantial blow, and you stagger, allowing him to disarm you. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "First piece is mine.">>He advances, his hands moving to the brooch securing your chiton at the shoulder. With a slow, intentional motion, he unfastens it, the fabric loosening and beginning to slide down your body. Seraphina observes, her breath catching as she takes in the sight of your bared shoulder and the curve of your breast. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "My turn.">>She steps forward as you resume your defensive posture. She feints left, then swings right, her wooden sword striking your arm. You pretend to be winded, and she seizes the opportunity, reaching out to pull at the fabric of your chiton, sliding it off your shoulder and down your arm, exposing more of your skin to the cool air of the grove. The game proceeds, each of them taking turns disarming you, removing another garment with each victory. Your chiton slips lower and lower, the fabric pooling at your waist, then your hips, until you are left standing in just your thin subligar and your leather sandals. Kaelen circles you, his gaze roaming over your body, a ravenous expression in his eyes. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "You're a vision.">>Seraphina moves closer, her hands joining Kaelen's, both of them touching, teasing, and exploring your body, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "So beautiful.">>You can sense their desire, their lust for you evident and exhilarating, and you can't help but react, your body arching into their touches, your kisses becoming more fervent and urgent as they continue to remove your subligar, leaving you completely naked and exposed before them. The mock fight is long forgotten, replaced by the raw, primal need that engulfs all three of you. <<set $combat -= 1>> [[Surrender yourself to them]]

You stand bare and exposed, your wooden sword discarded on the forest floor, your body flushed with a blend of mortification and excitement. Your companions, equally nude and aroused, encircle you like hunters, their gazes devouring your form with a fervor that sends a throb of anticipation through your quim. Kaelen, his erect phallus standing proud, seizes you by the throat, his hold firm yet gentle, compelling you to meet his eyes. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "You're ours now. Every inch of this gorgeous body is ours to investigate, to savor, to fuck.">>He descends, claiming your lips in a passionate, dominant kiss, his tongue invading your mouth, exploring and dominating. Seraphina, positioned behind you, glides her hands over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples, eliciting a gasp from you into Kaelen's mouth. She leans in, her teeth nipping your earlobe as she whispers, <<dialogue "Seraphina" "You're so gorgeous. We're going to enjoy every inch of you.">>Kaelen releases your throat, only to grasp your wrists, pulling your arms behind your back, securing them with one hand while his other hand wanders over your body, squeezing, exploring, teasing. Seraphina's hands unite with his, both of them touching, teasing, investigating your body, their fingers delving into your moist folds, circling your clit, sending surges of pleasure through your body.<<dialogue "Seraphina" "You're so wet for us, aren't you? You love this, don't you? Being at our mercy, being used by us.">>Kaelen spins you around, bending you over so that you are presented to Seraphina, your arse and quim fully exposed. Seraphina descends to her knees behind you, her hands gripping your arse cheeks, parting them, providing her with an unobstructed view of your most private area. She leans in, her tongue flicking out, sampling you, licking and sucking your quim with a ravenous, primal fervor, her moans resonating against your sensitive flesh. Kaelen, standing before you, grasps his phallus, stroking it leisurely as he observes Seraphina pleasuring you. He advances, his phallus pressing against your lips, and you part your lips, taking him in, sucking and licking, tasting the salty pre-cum that escapes from his tip. He groans, his hands entangling in your hair, directing your movements as you bob your head, accommodating him deeper and deeper into your throat, your eyes watering from the effort. Seraphina's tongue and fingers act in harmony, propelling you closer and closer to the brink, her moans resonating against your quim, enhancing the cacophony of primal noises filling the air. Kaelen's thrusts into your mouth become more insistent, more desperate as he pursues his climax, his phallus expanding, throbbing with his impending release. [[Brace yourself for the climax]]

Kaelen and Seraphina exchange astonished looks, realizing they have underestimated you. You stand triumphant, your sword held assuredly, a self-satisfied smile on your lips, your body pressing against theirs as your hands explore their bare forms.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Looks like I won. What do you two have to say for yourselves?">>They gaze at you, their eyes filled with awe and desire, their bodies pressing against yours, their erect nipples and his phallus brushing against your skin. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "You're a force to be reckoned with. I didn't think you had it in you.">><<dialogue "Seraphina" "You've shown us a thing or two. And the view is quite enjoyable.">>You laugh, feeling a surge of power and desire. You have not only defeated them but also left them craving more, their desire for you evident and exhilarating, their naked bodies on display, awaiting your next move. [[Wait for them to take the next step]]

Kaelen and Seraphina, bare and aroused, leap at you, their hands eager and demanding. Kaelen restrains you from behind, his erect phallus grinding against your quim, his hands roughly kneading your breasts, pinching your nipples through your chiton. You gasp, arching into his touch, your body already aching with desire. Seraphina raises your chiton, her fingers brushing against your sensitive skin, sending shivers through you. She kisses you passionately, her tongue exploring your mouth as Kaelen's hands wander over your body, his phallus throbbing against your quim.<<dialogue "Seraphina" "You taste so good.">>Kaelen, his voice a low growl in your ear, says, <<dialogue "Kaelen" "I've fucked Seraphina so many times, I've lost count. She knows how to please a man, and now it's your turn to experience the same.">>His hands move to your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you back against him, his phallus pressing against your quim, teasing your entrance. He grinds against you, his breath hot on your neck as he kisses and bites your sensitive skin, his hands roaming over your stomach, your breasts, your thighs, touching, teasing, exploring. Seraphina's hands join Kaelen's, both working to lift your chiton, their fingers brushing against your quim, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. They pull the garment over your head, leaving you completely naked and exposed to their hungry gazes. Kaelen's eyes roam over your body, a malicious smile spreading across his face. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "By the gods, you're a sight to behold.">>Seraphina's eyes are filled with pure lust and admiration as she touches and teases you, her fingers dipping into your wet folds, circling your clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. You moan, your body arching into their touches, your hands reaching out to touch them, to feel Kaelen's hard phallus, Seraphina's soft skin, their firm muscles. You relish the feel of their bodies against yours, the way their hands roam and explore, the way their mouths kiss and bite, the way Kaelen's phallus presses and teases your quim. You are lost in a haze of lust and desire, your body alive with pleasure, ready for whatever they have planned for you next. [[Stop Kaelen before its too late]]

You, Philtra, channel your strength and agility to switch positions, surprising both Kaelen and Seraphina with your sudden move. You had decided to preserve your virginity, honoring your mother's request, and choosing to explore this new realm of pleasure another way. You straddle Kaelen and use your arse to slowly impale yourself on his thick, throbbing phallus, inch by inch, your eyes widening as you feel him fill you completely, stretching you in a way you've never experienced before. You feel the pain first, followed by the gradual increase of pleasure, which escapes your lips in a low, guttural moan as you begin to ride him with a deliberate, sensual rhythm, your body learning this new dance. Kaelen's hands grip your hips, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he helps you ride him, his phallus pulsing inside you. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "You're so tight">> he growls, his voice a low, primal rumble. His eyes are locked on yours, dark and intense, as he watches you take control, your body moving with a natural, instinctive rhythm, despite the slight discomfort. Seraphina, standing before you, watches with pure, unadulterated lust in her eyes. She steps closer, her hands reaching out to squeeze your breasts, her fingers brushing against your hard nipples, sending electric shocks of pleasure through your body. You lean down, capturing one of her nipples in your mouth, sucking and biting gently, making her moan and arch into you, her body pressing against yours. You release her nipple and trail kisses up her stomach, her chest, and her neck until you reach her lips, kissing her deeply, your tongues exploring each other's mouths with a hungry intensity. Seraphina's hands tangle in your hair, pulling you closer as you continue to kiss, your bodies pressing tightly against each other, your breasts pressing against hers, your hard nipples brushing against her soft skin. You break the kiss and stand up, turning around so that your back is to Seraphina. You bend over slowly, presenting your quim to her face, your arse still impaled on Kaelen's phallus. Seraphina, her eyes filled with a ravenous hunger, drops to her knees, her hands gripping your arse cheeks, spreading them apart, giving her a clear, unobstructed view of Kaelen's phallus sliding in and out of your arse. She leans in, her tongue flicking out, tasting your quim, licking and sucking with a slow, deliberate pace, her hands still gripping your arse cheeks, her fingers digging into your flesh. You moan deeply, your body shuddering with pleasure as you feel her tongue exploring your most sensitive spots, her fingers teasing your quim, circling your clit with a maddening slowness, sending waves of intense pleasure crashing through you. [[Search for the climax]]

Kaelen, his hands still on your hips, begins to thrust upwards with a primal, animalistic force, meeting your movements, his phallus going deeper and deeper into your arse, filling you completely, stretching you, making you feel every vein, every inch of him. You ride him with a slow, sensual grind, your body slapping against his with a wet, obscene sound, your moans and his groans filling the air, mixing with the sounds of Seraphina's eager, slurping licks and sucks. You are sandwiched between them, their bodies pressing against yours, their hands exploring every curve, their mouths tasting every inch of your skin, their phalluses and tongues driving you to the heights of pleasure. Your body is alive with raw, primal sensation, your mind lost in a haze of lust and desire, your every nerve ending on fire, your body aching and throbbing with an almost unbearable need, ready to explode with the intensity of it all. You ride Kaelen with a newfound confidence, your movements becoming more urgent, more desperate as you chase your release. Seraphina's tongue and fingers work in tandem, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, her moans vibrating against your quim, adding to the symphony of primal sounds filling the air. Kaelen's thrusts become more erratic, his grip on your hips tightening as he chases his own release, his phallus swelling inside you, pulsing with his impending orgasm. You can feel it, the pressure building, the intensity rising, and you know that you are all close, so close to the edge. With a final, deep thrust from Kaelen and a flurry of licks and sucks from Seraphina, you are pushed over the edge, your body convulsing with the force of your orgasm, waves of pleasure crashing through you, leaving you breathless and trembling in the aftermath. Kaelen follows soon after, his phallus pulsing as he spills his seed deep inside you, his groans of pleasure mixing with your moans and Seraphina's satisfied sighs. You collapse forward, your body spent and sated, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath, your mind still reeling from the intensity of the experience. Seraphina and Kaelen hold you, their bodies pressing against yours, their touches gentle and soothing as they help you ride out the aftermath of your first primal, explicit, and utterly raunchy sexual encounter, a smile of satisfaction spreading across your face as you realize that you have just taken control of your own pleasure, preserving your virginity while exploring the depths of your desire. [[Afterglow of the climax]]

With a final, deep thrust from your partner and a flurry of licks and sucks from your companion, you are sent over the edge, your body convulsing with the force of your climax, waves of ecstasy crashing through you, leaving you breathless and trembling in the aftermath. Your partner follows shortly after, his penis pulsing as he releases his seed down your throat, his groans of pleasure mingling with your moans and your companion's satisfied sighs. But they are not finished with you yet. Your partner pulls you up, spinning you around so that you are facing your companion, who is now standing, her erect nipples and aroused quim on display. Your partner enters you from behind, his penis filling your arse, stretching you, making you feel every inch of him as he begins to move, his thrusts slow and deep, increasing in intensity. Your companion grabs your head, pulling you into a fervent kiss, her tongue exploring your mouth as your partner takes you from behind, his hands gripping your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, holding you in place as he drives into you, his testicles slapping against your quim with each thrust.<<dialogue "Kaelen" "You feel so good. Your arse is so tight, so perfect.">>Your companion breaks away from the kiss, her hands gliding over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples, making you moan and arch into her touch. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "That's it. Give yourself over to us. Let us use your body for our pleasure.">>You are trapped between them, their bodies pressing against yours, their hands exploring every curve, their mouths tasting every inch of your skin, their penises and tongues driving you to the peaks of pleasure. Your body is alive with raw, primal sensation, your mind lost in a fog of lust and desire, your every nerve ending ablaze, your body aching and throbbing with an almost unbearable need. Your partner's thrusts become more chaotic, his grip on your hips tightening as he pursues his second release, his penis swelling inside you, pulsing with his impending orgasm. You can sense it, the pressure building, the intensity rising, and you know that you are all near, so close to the brink. With a final, deep thrust from your partner and a deep, passionate kiss from your companion, you are sent over the edge once more, your body convulsing with the force of your second orgasm, waves of ecstasy crashing through you, leaving you breathless and trembling in the aftermath. Your partner follows soon after, his penis pulsing as he spills his seed deep inside your arse, his groans of pleasure mixing with your moans and your companion's satisfied sighs. You fall forward, your body exhausted and satisfied, your chest heaving as you try to regain your breath, your mind still reeling from the intensity of the experience. Your companion and your partner hold you, their bodies pressing against yours, their touches gentle and soothing as they help you recover from the aftermath of your primal, explicit, and utterly raunchy sexual encounter, a contented smile spreading across your face as you realize that you have just been thoroughly claimed and conquered. [[Afterglow of the climax]]

In the wake of your intense and primal encounter, all three of you remain exhausted and satisfied in the grass, your bodies glistening with perspiration and your breaths gradually returning to normal. The surrounding forest is filled with the gentle sounds of nature, a stark contrast to the raw, animalistic noises that had recently echoed through the grove. You, Philtra, are the first to rouse, your senses suddenly heightened as you hear a twig snap nearby. You turn your head, your eyes scanning the undergrowth, and you discern a shadowy figure standing at the edge of the clearing, observing you. The figure seems startled that it has been detected and hastily turns to flee.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Someone was watching us.">>Kaelen and Seraphina, who had been dozing contentedly, sit up abruptly, their eyes wide with alarm as they comprehend your words. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "What? Who was it?">><<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm not sure, but they are gone now.">>Seraphina, ever the pragmatic one, urges both of you into action. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "We must clean up and return to our respective houses. Swiftly, to the fountain.">>The three of you hasten to the nearby fountain, your bodies still bare and exposed. You splash water on your faces and forms, rinsing away the remnants of your passionate encounter. You can feel the cool water against your heated skin, a stark contrast that aids in snapping you back to reality. As you swiftly dry off and redress, you can't help but feel a sense of discomfort. Who was that figure, and what did they witness? The queries swirl in your mind, but you set them aside for the moment, concentrating on reaching the safety of your home. With a final glance at each other, the three of you separate, vanishing into the night, your hearts still racing from the aftermath of your encounter and the sudden intrusion. As you depart, you can't shake the feeling that something has changed, that your lives may never be the same again. But for now, you focus on placing one foot in front of the other, leaving the grove and its mysteries behind.<<set $aphroditefavor += 1>><<set $sexuality += 3>> [[On your way back home]]

As you journey back home, the evening's events still vivid in your thoughts, you sense an abrupt and unfamiliar warmth permeating your body. This feeling is unlike any you've encountered before... a tender, soothing heat that seems to emanate from inside, wrapping you in a sanctuary of celestial protection. You halt, your breath hitching as you acknowledge the presence of Aphrodite, the deity of love and beauty. The warmth amplifies, and you can nearly sense her beside you, an otherworldly entity guarding you with kind eyes. You feel a compulsion and draw to visit the concealed temple honoring Aphrodite. This sensation is perplexing and overpowering, leaving you both in awe and somewhat apprehensive. You've heard tales of the gods engaging with mortals, but to undergo it personally is profoundly different. Is this what my mother was cautioning me about? you ponder, your thoughts racing as you attempt to interpret the divine contact. Your mother had always referred to the gods with a blend of respect and trepidation, advising you of their whimsical nature and the repercussions of their interest. Could this mark the start of some divine scheme, or simply a brief instance of the goddess's blessing? You proceed along your route, the warmth of Aphrodite's touch persisting, a persistent reminder of the evening's occurrences and the divine involvement that has entered your existence. As you draw near your dwelling, you can't dispel the notion that everything has transformed... that you are no longer merely Philtra, an ordinary mortal, but an individual marked by the gods. [[You reach your home]]

As you approach your home, still wrapped in the lingering warmth of Aphrodite's touch, you notice something amiss. Your silken satchel, which you had carefully placed beside your discarded clothes in the sacred grove, is nowhere to be found. A sense of unease washes over you as you realize that your few precious drachmae, saved for emergencies and offerings, are also gone. You recall the shadowy figure you saw peeking at you from the bushes as you lay with your friends. A chill runs down your spine as you put the pieces together... he must have taken your satchel while you were distracted, leaving you with nothing. Your father, noticing your worried expression, approaches you with concern etched on his face. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Philtra, what is it? You seem troubled. Is something wrong?">>You take a deep breath, steeling yourself to confess your loss. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Father, someone stole my satchel. It had a few drachmae in it, all the money I had saved. I think it was the man I saw in the sacred grove. He must have taken it while I wasn't paying attention.">> [[Father's advice|Thysa Lyssa 1]]

One sunny day, you suggest visiting the waterfalls with your parents, hoping the experience might help mend their strained relationship. Eager to recapture happier times, they agree, and the three of you set off on your journey. Upon arriving at the waterfalls, your father, Peregrine, his face alight with childlike joy, quickly sheds his clothes and dashes into the pool at the base of the waterfall. You and your mother, Medaea, laugh at his enthusiasm and soon follow suit, stripping off your clothes and joining him in the refreshing water. Naked and standing by the waterfall, the cool mist caresses your skin, sharpening your senses. Sunlight filters through the canopy above, casting dappled shadows that dance across your bodies, highlighting every contour and line. Peregrine, your father, is a picture of rugged masculinity. His body is a tapestry of hard muscles and scarred skin, each scar a narrative of his courage and fortitude. His phallus, semi-erect and thick, hangs heavily between his legs, a testament to his virility. You can't help but appreciate the chiseled definition of his abs, the way his muscles shift with each movement, and his impressive physique. Noticing your gaze, he smirks, pride gleaming in his eyes, but no lust. Medaea, your mother, is a vision of divine beauty. Medaea's physique is athletic and graceful, her full, firm breasts seemingly defying gravity, their nipples a soft, inviting pink. Her quim is neatly groomed, offering a teasing hint of the pleasure within. Her skin radiates an ethereal glow, casting a soft, inviting light on her form. She turns to you, her eyes sparkling with amusement and something more, a touch of pride or acknowledgment of your allure. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, you've blossomed into a breathtaking woman." Your body is a masterpiece. Any man, or god, would be fortunate to have you.">> A rush of pride and excitement courses through you. Your ample, firm breasts stand tall, your nipples hardening in the cool air. Your bare quim is wet and ready, your body throbbing with desire. Your dark red hair cascades down your back, shifting sensually with every movement. Your hourglass figure, with its toned, shapely arse, is a vision of seduction. You realize that you thrive on being admired, your body a source of pleasure and empowerment. Taking a deep breath, a satisfied smile spreads across your lips as you grasp something profound: you revel in the attention, the admiration, and the desire your body evokes. This understanding fills you with a sense of empowerment and ease in your nudity, knowing that your body brings pleasure and admiration to others. [[Meeting Mnemonides]]

Peregrine, your father, stands tall and proud in the bustling forum of the marketplace, his voice a thunderous roar that silences the crowd. His eyes lock onto Mnemonides, a man he has long despised, a man who has everything he desires... power, respect, and the adoration of the people. The hatred and jealousy between them are palpable, a dark energy that seems to crackle in the air.<<dialogue "Peregrine" "Mnemonides, immortal or not, you are a coward who hides behind your so-called invincibility. In one week's time, at the Colosseum of Olympia, I will face you, and there, I will prove that I am the better warrior. I will show everyone that you are nothing but a fraud, a relic of a bygone era.">>Mnemonides, his expression a mask of arrogance, meets Peregrine's gaze with equal intensity, a smirk playing on his lips. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Very well, Peregrine. I accept your challenge. Let us see if you have what it takes to back up your boasts.">>The forum erupts in cheers and murmurs, the news of the upcoming battle spreading like wildfire. The Colosseum of Olympia, a towering monument of stone and history, will be the stage for this personal and brutal confrontation, its ancient walls echoing with the cheers and screams of generations past. You stand beside your father, your heart swelling with pride and emotion. You want to support him, to show him that you believe in him, but your voice catches in your throat. You simply nod, your eyes welling up with unshed tears, hoping that he can see the depth of your support and love in your gaze. Medaea watches the challenge unfold, her jaw set, her eyes sharp and focused, unlike your emotional turmoil. She is all business, her mind already mapping escape routes and committing the layout of the arena to memory. She knows that every second counts and that her plan must be flawless. The forum, usually filled with the scent of spices and the chatter of merchants, now carries an undercurrent of tension and anticipation, a sense of foreboding that hangs heavy in the air. The stakes are clear: if Peregrine falls, his life ends, and you and your mother, Medaea, will be sent to the breeding grounds. [[Preparation for the battle]]

Medaea, ever the strategist, has dedicated every spare moment of the past week to preparing for the impending battle, ensuring their plan is flawless. She has delved into ancient tomes and scrolls, committing to memory the complex spells and incantations needed to tear open reality and create a portal to safety. By her side, you have been indispensable, assisting in mixing potions, deciphering intricate runes, and ensuring their escape plan is airtight. Her gratitude for your support is evident in her eyes, knowing that your help has been crucial. Meanwhile, Peregrine has pushed his body to the brink, training relentlessly to prepare for the fight of his life. You've been with him every step of the way, but today, he wants more than just your company. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Philtra, I need you to spar with me. Mimic Mnemonides's fighting style as closely as you can. The more you can teach me about his techniques, the better I can prepare to face him.">>Eager to prove yourself, you nod and take your stance. The power and intensity radiating from your father are palpable, but you hold your ground, channeling the ferocity of Mnemonides. You feint, strike, block, and counter, your movements fluid and precise, a testament to the lessons you've absorbed from both your parents this past week. His eyes widen in surprise as he blocks your powerful blows. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Your strength and power are astonishing. You've become a force to be reckoned with, a true warrior.">>Sweat drips down your brow, and your muscles burn with exertion, but you press on, driven by an unwavering determination. With each exchange, you gain a deeper understanding of your own capabilities and the extent of your parents' teachings. You embody the strategic brilliance of Medaea and the raw, unyielding power of Peregrine, a lethal combination that commands respect, even from an immortal like Mnemonides. As the sparring session concludes, both of you are breathless, your chests heaving with effort. He pulls you into a tight, emotional embrace. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "I am so proud of you. You have grown into an incredible warrior, and it is an honor to call you my daughter.">> <<set $combat += 2>><<set $courage += 2>> [[The dreaded day arrives]]

The crowd explodes into a thunderous roar of approval, their voices echoing through the Colosseum as they witness the unprecedented: a mere mortal has vanquished the immortal Mnemonides, leaving him a broken, limbless figure on the arena floor. Enthralled and jubilant, they rush onto the sand, cheering and chanting his name, hoisting him onto their shoulders in a triumphant display of adoration. King Basileos, captivated by his extraordinary feat, rises from his seat in the royal box, his face alight with excitement and joy. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Peregrine the Lightbringer! You have proven yourself a true warrior and a leader! Effective immediately, you are appointed as the new general of my vast army!">>Medaea, observing from the sidelines, senses that something divine has intervened. Her eyes narrow as she looks at you with suspicion crossing her face. She knows that something is not quite right, but she can't quite figure out what. Her mind whirls, trying to unravel the mysteries behind this impossible victory. Across the arena, the Dowager Queen Klytemnaestra, the king's mother, is a picture of fury. Mnemonides was her puppet, and his defeat has shattered her meticulous plans. With a face like a storm cloud, she storms out of the Colosseum, her dramatic exit leaving no one in doubt about her displeasure. She retreats to her palace, already scheming a new, cunning strategy to regain control. [[Go back home as a happy family]]

As the day of his triumph draws to a close, your family walks home, their hearts bursting with pride and excitement. The streets of Olympia are alive with cheers and celebrations, the people eager to honor their new hero and his family. You walk beside your parents, barely able to contain your excitement. You can already envision the noble life that awaits you... a grand house near the king's palace, where you'll rub shoulders with other royal families. It's a thrilling thought, a far cry from the nervous anticipation you felt earlier in the day. He carries himself with a new sense of purpose and fulfillment. His lifelong wish has finally come true, and he wears a deep sense of contentment and pride. As you all enter your modest home for what will likely be one of the last times, he turns to your family, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Today was a good day. A very good day indeed.">>With that, he heads off to bed, eager for the best night's sleep of his life after such an exhilarating day. She, however, isn't ready to turn in just yet. She turns to you, her expression serious and inquisitive. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Come with me. There's something we need to talk about.">>You follow your mother to a quiet corner of your home. You know she suspects something, and you're right. As you both sit down, her gaze is intense, her eyes searching your face for answers.<<dialogue "Medaea" "Something divine intervened today. I could feel it, and I see it in your eyes. You know more than you're letting on, and I need to know the truth.">> [[Lie to your mother and conceal today's events]] [[Confess to her about meeting Erythia]]

You meet Medaea's piercing gaze, your heart pounding in your chest as you try to maintain a calm exterior.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Mother, I truly don't know what you're talking about. Peregrine is an exceptionally skilled warrior. His years of training and dedication have finally paid off. He deserved this victory more than anyone.">>Medaea leans in, her voice a low, suspicious whisper.<<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, something feels off. I can sense it. There's more to this than meets the eye. Your father was losing, and then suddenly, everything changed. It's as if an unseen hand guided him to victory. Are you sure you don't know anything about that?">>You shake your head, trying to convince her.<<dialogue "Philtra" "No, Mother. It was all Peregrine. His skill, his strategy, his unyielding spirit... he's always been destined for greatness. Today, he proved it to everyone. You should have seen him; he was unstoppable. His training and experience made all the difference in the world.">>Medaea studies you intently.<<dialogue "Medaea" "Are you absolutely certain, Philtra? You're not holding back any details? Something just doesn't add up, and I can't shake this feeling that there's more to the story.">>You hold her gaze steadily, trying to project absolute honesty.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm positive, Mother. Peregrine earned this victory fair and square. It's what he's always dreamed of, and today, that dream became a reality. That's all there is to it. He fought with the heart of a lion and the skill of a master. Nothing more, nothing less.">>Medaea searches your face for any sign of deception, but you maintain your composure. After a moment, she sighs, her expression softening.<<dialogue "Medaea" "Very well, Philtra. If you say so, then I believe you. I just hope you're right, and that this victory brings nothing but good fortune to our family.">>With that, she drops the subject, and you both share a moment of silent understanding. You know you've convinced her, at least for now, and a twinge of guilt for keeping the truth from her stings you. But you also know that sometimes, the truth is a burden better carried alone. [[The next day|Peregrine 1]]

You take a deep breath, the secret you've been holding finally spilling out. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mom, you were right. Something happened today, something... divine. I prayed to Aphrodite, and Erythia came to me.">>Her eyes widen slightly with surprise, and concern flashing across her face, but she remains silent, giving you the space to continue.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I made a deal with her. I offered her my flesh in exchange for protecting Father. She enhanced his sword, 'Radiant Justice,' giving it the power to harm even immortal beings. That's how he was able to defeat Mnemonides.">>Her expression turns thoughtful, a hint of disappointment mingling with understanding. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, making deals with goddesses is never simple. There are always consequences, whether we see them or not. But I understand why you did it. You were trying to protect your father, and that's something I can respect.">>She sighs, running a hand through her hair, her voice gentle but firm. <<dialogue "Medaea" "We'll deal with the fallout together, Philtra. For now, let's focus on preparing for what's to come. Erythia will likely reach out to you again, and we need to be ready. Don't worry too much; just get some rest. Tomorrow is a new day, and we'll face it together.">><<set $aphroditefavor += 1>><<set $intellect += 1>><<set $courage += 1>> [[The next day|Peregrine 1]]

You turn to your mother, your eyes swimming with tears of utter despair and searing anger. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Father... he's gone.">>The stark finality of those words slams into you like a physical force, knocking the wind from your lungs. A guttural, ragged sob tears from your throat, a primal, agonizing sound that echoes the depths of your grief and loss. She envelops you in a tight, desperate embrace, her body shaking with silent sobs as she clutches you to her, her hands trembling as she cradles your head to her chest. For a long, agonizing moment, you both stand there, locked in each other's arms, your tears mingling, your grief a palpable, crushing force that threatens to consume you both. The world around you fades away, leaving only the raw, aching reality of your loss. Finally, she pulls back, her eyes red and swollen but burning with a fierce determination. She takes a deep, shuddering breath, her chest heaving with the effort to regain control. With a trembling hand, she wipes away her tears, her expression hardening into one of resolute strength. <<dialogue "Medaea" "We must act quickly.">>She casts a swift, cautious glance around, ensuring that no one is paying them any mind, and then begins to murmur an incantation under her breath, her hands moving in fluid, intricate patterns as she weaves her powerful magic. Before you, a shimmering distortion pulses into being, like a heat haze on a summer road... a fleeting, barely visible portal conjured by your mother's spell. She turns to you, her expression grave and serious. <<dialogue "Medaea" "You must go through this portal. It will take you to safety.">>You stare at the portal, then back at your mother, confusion and fear battling within you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What about you? You're coming with me, right?">>She shakes her head, a sad, bittersweet smile playing on her lips. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Only one person can pass through this portal before it closes. I want you to go, to be safe. I will stay behind and make sure that Mnemonides does not follow you.">><<dialogue "Philtra" "But... ">>She silences you with a gentle touch to your cheek, her thumb brushing away a stray tear. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I know how to handle Mnemonides's lust for me. Do not worry about me. I have faced darker forces and emerged victorious. Now go, and do not look back. Live, and make your father proud.">> [[Jump throught the portal to escape out of the polis and leave your mother behind]] [[Push your mother through the portal and surrender to Mnemonides]] Dev Note: Please make a save here for trying out a different route in the next playthrough

The clomping of boots down the hallway jolts you awake. Several guards march into the cell, their faces etched with indifference and sadistic glee. They drop plates of meager food just out of your reach and begin to strip, their movements deliberate and slow, like predators savoring the moment before they pounce on their prey. You count ten of them, each a tower of muscle and scar tissue, their bodies a map of the violence they deal and endure. The guards' focus turns to Thysa and Lyssa, who are huddled in the corner, their bodies trembling with fear. The sisters don't resist as the guards approach, their hands greedy and rough. They force the sisters to their knees and then bend them over, exposing their most intimate parts completely. The guards' phalluses are rock-hard and ready, and they don't hesitate, ramming into the sisters with brutal, unyielding thrusts. Thysa and Lyssa's faces remain blank, their eyes empty, as if their spirits have long since fled, leaving their bodies to endure the onslaught. But the guards want more. They grab the sisters' hips and arses, spreading them wide, and take turns fucking their quims and arses simultaneously. The cell echoes with the wet, obscene sounds of their assault... the slapping of flesh against flesh, the guards' grunts and curses, and the sisters' soft, involuntary moans, which seem to be ripped from them against their will. The guards are merciless, their bodies slick with sweat as they use every hole the sisters have, savoring every second of their domination. Some of the guards fist the sisters' hair, yanking their heads back sharply as they pound into them, while others deliver stinging smacks to their arses, leaving bright red handprints on their pale skin. The air grows thick with the musk of sex and something more primal, more brutal... a heady mix of sweat, seed, and the metallic tang of blood. The guards take their time, ensuring that the sisters feel every inch of their phalluses, every brutal thrust designed to humiliate and conquer. Through it all, Thysa and Lyssa remain silent, their bodies limp and compliant, offering no resistance. They have long since checked out, their minds drifting to a distant place as their bodies are used and abused in the most degrading ways imaginable. The guards, however, are far from satisfied, their sadistic pleasure only just beginning to peak. [[You watch on]]

Before you can react, he's on you, his fingers roughly probing your quim, testing your wetness. You gasp, your body betraying you by responding to his touch, your hips bucking slightly as he explores your most intimate place. He grins wickedly, feeling your arousal. <<dialogue "Guard 1" "Look at that, boys. She's already soaking wet for us.">>The other guards close in, their hands roaming your body, squeezing, groping, and exploring every inch of your skin. Within seconds, you're surrounded by a wall of muscle and lust, ten sets of hands touching, teasing, and torturing you. One guard grabs your breast, his fingers pinching your nipple until it's hard and aching, rolling it between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure and pain through your body. Another slides his hand down your stomach, his fingers joining the first guard's in your quim, both of them fucking you with their digits, stretching you, preparing you for what's to come. You can feel their hot breath on your neck, their hard phalluses pressing against your body, leaking pre-cum that smears on your skin, marking you as theirs. Hands are everywhere, touching, grabbing, and squeezing. You're pulled and stretched in multiple directions, your body on display for their pleasure. One guard sucks on your nipple, biting gently, while another spreads your arse cheeks, probing your tight hole with a finger, preparing you for what's to come. You can feel the guards' lust building, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their hearts pounding against your body. You're their plaything, their toy to use and abuse, and they're not holding back, taking what they want from you, using your body for their own pleasure. The guard who had been fingering your quim pulls out his phallus and starts to stroke it, a wicked grin on his face as he watches you squirm. <<dialogue "Guard 2" "You want this, don't you, whore? You want me to cum all over you?">>Another guard joins in, his hands rough and insistent as he gropes your breasts, squeezing and kneading your flesh, his fingers digging into your skin. He leans in, his teeth nipping at your earlobe, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. <<dialogue "Guard 3" "You're a dirty little whore, aren't you? You love this, don't you? Being used by us, being our little plaything.">>You're a mess of sensations, your body on fire. You can feel every inch of their hands, their fingers, and their mouths, all claiming you, all using you for their pleasure. The guards are relentless, their touches becoming more insistent, more demanding, as they bring you to the brink of orgasm, only to deny you, their laughter cruel and mocking. [[Embrace your anger]] [[Silent resistance]]

And then, all at once, it happens. Their bodies tense, their phalluses pulsing as they reach their peak. You feel the hot, sticky spray of their cum on your skin, marking you, claiming you as their own. It coats your face, your breasts, your stomach, and your thighs..... a sticky, white mess that glistens in the dim light of the cell. They groan and shout, their voices a chorus of ecstasy and release, a symphony of pleasure that fills the cell, bouncing off the cold, hard walls. You've done it. You've pleased them all, and in doing so, you've tapped into your inherent power, your true strength. As the guards pull away, their bodies spent and sated, you look down at yourself, your skin glistening with their cum, your chest heaving with exertion, and your body aching from the intensity of the encounter. You did this. Despite the shackles, despite the circumstances, you summoned your power and used it. Aphrodite's words echo in your mind, a reminder of your true potential. This is your weapon, and you wield it with deadly precision. The room falls into a stunned silence, the only sounds the heavy breathing of the spent guards and the distant drip of water from a leaky pipe. The guards exchange confused and amazed glances, their minds struggling to process the intensity of their simultaneous orgasms. A few of them look down at their softening phalluses, still glistening with their own cum, as if seeking answers to the unprecedented pleasure they just experienced. Thysa and Lyssa, however, understand exactly what has transpired. They share a knowing look, their eyes wide with awe and fear. They recognize the power that has been unleashed, the divine intervention that has turned the tables on their captors. One of the guards, his voice hoarse and his body still trembling from the aftermath, turns to you with a look of reverence. <<dialogue "Guard" "By the gods, woman, that was... that was something else. Thank you. I now see why you were chosen to be King Basileos' concubine. No man, or king, could resist that.">> The other guards nod in agreement, with a newfound respect, their bodies still humming with the aftermath of their intense release. You stand there, your body marked by their cum, your spirit unbroken, your power awakened. You are no longer just a captive, you are a force to be reckoned with, a weapon wielded by the goddess of love and desire. And you will use this power to your advantage, to survive, to thrive, and to claim your rightful place. [[Comprehend what just happened]]

As you catch your breath, you hear voices and laughter approaching. Five rough men emerge, their eyes widening with hunger as they see you. <<dialogue "Bandit" "Well, look what we have here. A little lost lamb all alone.">>They circle you, their gazes stripping you bare. You back away, but they pounce, hands tearing at your clothes. You fight back, kicking and scratching, landing solid blows that satisfy you with their impact. One man grabs your breast, squeezing hard, his fingers digging into your flesh. You cry out, but the sound is muffled as another man clamps a hand over your mouth, his other hand groping your arse, his fingers probing and invading. You buck and thrash, using your elbows and knees to drive them back. You land a powerful kick to one man's groin, hearing his satisfying groan of pain. Another man tries to force his phallus into your quim, his hands rough and insistent. You twist and turn, managing to dislodge him, but not before he tears your clothes, leaving you nearly naked. With a final, desperate surge, you push them back, creating space. You stand there, panting and naked, your body glistening with sweat and adorned with bruises. The men stare, their eyes wide with lust and surprise. <<dialogue "Bandit" "You whore. You're going to pay for that.">>But you don't run. You stand your ground, your eyes flashing with defiance. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Come on, you animals. You want a fight? You've got one.">>You ready yourself, your body tense and prepared for their next move, your nakedness a source of both vulnerability and power. <<set $aphroditefavor += 1>><<set $combat += 1>><<set $courage += 1>> [[Stand off with the bandits]]

You stand your ground, your body naked and bruised, but your spirit unbroken. The five men, now cowering slightly, exchange uneasy glances, their arrogance replaced with fear. You can see the shift in their dynamics, a hint of submission entering their stances as they await your next move. Just as you're about to speak, a horse comes thundering through the undergrowth behind you. You turn to see a young, lithe man with long, flowing white hair, his eyes a striking blue, riding towards you with an air of authority and grace. He is wearing a strange red medallion around his neck. He pulls his horse to a halt beside you, his gaze taking in the scene with a keen, assessing look.<<dialogue "Gryphion" "Greetings, fair maiden. I am Gryphion, leader of the Band of the Hawk, an independent mercenary group. And you are?">>You meet his gaze, your eyes flashing with defiance. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am Philtra. And it seems your men here were just about to teach me a lesson about respect.">>He turns to the five men, his expression hardening. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "Is this true?">>The men shift uncomfortably, their heads ducking in a display of submission. <<dialogue "Bandit" "Yes, sir. We... we got carried away.">>His eyes flash with anger, and he turns back to you, his expression softening slightly. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "I apologize for the behavior of my men, Philtra. They sometimes forget their place. Allow me to make it up to you. Come with me, and I will ensure you are safe and cared for.">>You consider his offer, your mind racing with the implications. You are naked, unarmed, and alone in the forest. Going with Gryphion and his mercenary group might be your best chance at survival. You nod, making your decision. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Very well, Gryphion. I will go with you. But know this... I do not forgive their actions so easily. They are lucky I did not end them myself.">>He smiles, a genuine, charming smile that lights up his face. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "I would expect nothing less from someone as fierce as you. Now, let us get you something to wear and tend to your wounds. You are among friends now.">> [[Go to the camp of the band of the hawk]]

You trail behind Gryphion as he navigates the dense forest with an ease that speaks of familiarity and comfort. The hooves of his horse crunch softly on the forest floor, accompanied by the rustling of leaves as the wind whispers through the canopy above. The deeper you venture, the more the forest seems to come alive, its secrets unfolding before you like a hidden tapestry. Suddenly, the trees part, and a clearing reveals itself... a hidden camp, cleverly concealed from the main road. The sight is impressive: tents and makeshift structures dot the landscape, and the place hums with an energy that is both ordered and wild. You quickly scan the area, estimating around 250 men and 50 women, all moving with a purpose that speaks of discipline and experience. Their faces are weathered, bearing the marks of a hard, mercenary life, but there's a spark in their eyes... a fierce pride and loyalty that is immediately apparent. He leads you to a large tent at the center of the camp. Inside, it's spacious and well-organized, with maps and documents scattered across a large table. He offers you a change of clothes, his movements efficient yet gentle as he tends to your wounds. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "You are safe here. The Band of the Hawk protects its own, and you are one of us now.">>As you dress in the provided clothes, a plan begins to take shape in your mind. Your mother is in grave danger, and you know Mnemonides will stop at nothing to break her. Time is of the essence, and this group of mercenaries, with their skills and resources, could be the key to your success. You internally hatch a plan to see if you can convince them to mount a stealthy jailbreak expedition to rescue your mother, whom you assume is now in Mnemonides's dungeon, enduring unimaginable horrors. [[Walk away alone to mourn your dead father in the middle of the night]]

You steal away from the camp, your heart heavy with grief, seeking solace in the embrace of the forest. The familiar scent of pine and earth envelops you, but it does little to ease the aching void left by your father's absence. You find a secluded spot by a babbling brook, the gentle flow of water a stark contrast to the turmoil within you. Kneeling by the water's edge, you let the dam of your emotions break. Hot tears stream down your face, each sob a physical manifestation of your inner turmoil. The pain of losing your father is a raw, gaping wound, a chasm that threatens to consume you whole. You think of him... his strength, his wisdom, the way his presence could fill a room and make you feel safe. The void he has left behind is immense, a black hole of sorrow that seems impossible to fill. The forest, usually a source of comfort, now feels indifferent, a silent witness to your anguish. The world seems cruel and unjust, and you wonder how you will ever find the strength to go on, to face the challenges ahead without his guiding light. Your body shakes with the force of your sobs, each one tearing at your soul, leaving you feeling hollow and broken. Unnoticed by you in your moment of deep sorrow, the five bandits who had earlier attacked you creep up from behind. Their movements are silent and predatory, like wolves stalking their prey. They exchange determined glances, their eyes hard and resolute. They know that eliminating you is their only chance to avoid further discovery and the harsh punishment that awaits them from Gryphion. This is their moment to silence you forever, to erase the threat you pose to their secrets. As you reach the crescendo of your grief, a primal, guttural sob rips from your throat, the bandits seize their opportunity. Strong hands grab you from behind, pinning your arms to your sides with an iron grip. A rough cloth is clamped over your mouth, muffling your cries for help. You struggle against their hold, but your strength is sapped by the overwhelming emotion that has consumed you. Your body betrays you, too weak to fight off your assailants. One of the bandits, a sinister smile playing on his lips, draws a blade from his belt. The steel catches the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy, glinting menacingly. He steps closer, his eyes locked onto yours, and you see your reflection in his cold, unfeeling gaze... a chilling preview of your impending doom. [[Reacquaint yourself with Korkus]]

As the cold steel presses against your back, you take a shaky breath, your voice trembling but resolute as you ask, <<dialogue "Philtra" "Wait. Please, just tell me why you want to kill me so badly.">>The bandit holding the blade pauses, his breath hot on your neck. He exchanges a glance with his companions, a silent communication passing between them. Finally, he speaks, his voice a low growl. <<dialogue "Korkus" "I'm Korkus, and these are my brothers-in-arms... Drakon, Lycus, Thrasos, and Xanthos. We're part of the Band of the Hawk, but we have our own... interests.">>He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. <<dialogue "Korkus" "You see, we were sent to capture you and bring you back to Gryphion. But we got... distracted. And now, thanks to your little display of strength, Gryphion knows we were up to no good. If he finds out what we really were planning to do to you, he'll have our heads. So, we can't let you go back and tell him what happened.">>Korkus' grip on the blade tightens, the pressure against your back increasing slightly, a stark reminder of your precarious situation. <<dialogue "Korkus" "It's nothing personal, you understand? It's just business. Gryphion can't know that we planned to have our way with you, that we wanted to teach you a lesson for fighting back. So, you see, you leave us no choice.">>His words send a shiver down your spine, you can feel the anger coursing through your veins. You realize that these men see you as a threat, a loose end that needs to be tied up. Their explanation only serves to fuel your determination to survive, to fight back against those who would silence you. [[Offer them your body as a way to save yourself]] [[Use your only other option of attacking them with magic]]

You take a deep, shuddering breath, your heart pounding as you search for a way out. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Wait. I have an idea that could help us all.">>Korkus raises an eyebrow, skeptical. <<dialogue "Korkus" "Why should we listen? We could just kill you.">>You turn to face him, desperation and cunning in your eyes. <<dialogue "Philtra" "If I disappear, Gryphion will know something's wrong and come after you. Is that a risk you're willing to take?">>He considers this, glancing at his companions. <<dialogue "Korkus" "Alright, what's your proposal?">>You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you're about to offer. You know you could use your special magic powers to take them all out, but that would reveal your secret to Gryphion. He'd examine their corpses and discover the truth about your abilities. You can't let that happen, so you offer them something else... something personal. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'll give myself to you and your men. You can have me whenever you want, and I'll come willingly. I swear I won't tell Gryphion. But I have to stay a virgin.">>Korkus studies you, trying to gauge your sincerity. <<dialogue "Korkus" "And how do we know you won't run to Gryphion?">>You meet his gaze steadily. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Because I have nothing to gain by betraying you. I need the protection of the Band of the Hawk. I'm willing to make this sacrifice to survive and save my mother. You have my word.">>He nods slowly. <<dialogue "Korkus" "Alright, you have a deal. But remember, you're playing with fire.">>You nod. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It's a deal. I'm yours to command. But I have to stay a virgin. That's all I have left to bargain with.">><<set $seduction += 3>><<set $aphroditefavor += 1>><<set $sexuality += 3>><<set $persuasion += 3>><<set $intellect += 3>> [[Korkus presses his advantage]]

As the cold steel presses against your back, you take a shaky breath, your voice trembling but resolute as you ask, <<dialogue "Philtra" "Wait. Please, just tell me why you want to kill me so badly.">>The bandit holding the blade pauses, his breath hot on your neck. He exchanges a glance with his companions, a silent communication passing between them. Finally, he speaks, his voice a low growl. <<dialogue "Korkus" "I'm Korkus, and these are my brothers-in-arms... Drakon, Lycus, Thrasos, and Xanthos. We're part of the Band of the Hawk, but we have our own... interests.">>He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. <<dialogue "Korkus" "You see, we were sent to capture you and bring you back to Gryphion. But we got... distracted. And now, thanks to your little display of strength, Gryphion knows we were up to no good. If he finds out what we really were planning to do to you, he'll have our heads. So, we can't let you go back and tell him what happened.">>Korkus' grip on the blade tightens, the pressure against your back increasing slightly, a stark reminder of your precarious situation. <<dialogue "Korkus" "It's nothing personal, you understand? It's just business. Gryphion can't know that we planned to have our way with you, that we wanted to teach you a lesson for fighting back. So, you see, you leave us no choice.">>His words send a shiver down your spine, anger courses through your veins. You realize that these men see you as a threat, a loose end that needs to be tied up. Their explanation only serves to fuel your determination to survive, to fight back against those who would silence you. With a sudden burst of courage, you spin around, your movements swift and decisive. You grab the sword in Korkus's hands, your fingers wrapping around the blade and the hilt. Korkus' eyes widen in surprise, but before he can react, you channel your magical power, feeling the familiar surge of energy coursing through your veins. The sword begins to glow, the metal growing hot and molten in your grip. Korkus tries to pull away, but it's too late. The sword melts in your hand, the liquid metal dripping to the ground, sizzling as it hits the dirt. Korkus stares at the remains of his weapon, shock and disbelief etched on his face.<<set $elementalpower += 5>> [[Continue to press your advantage against the bandits]]

Korkus, a wicked grin spreading across his face, steps closer to you, his voice a low, husky growl. <<dialogue "Korkus" "You drive a hard bargain, little one, but we accept your terms. You are ours to enjoy, and we will make sure you remember every moment of it.">>He reaches out, his calloused hands gripping your wrists tightly, his thumbs circling your pulse points as he pulls you flush against him. You can feel his hard phallus pressing into your stomach, a promise of what's to come. He leans in, his hot breath fanning across your neck as he murmurs, <<dialogue "Korkus" "But we will make sure you know who's in control here. Every. Single. Time.">>His companions close in, their eyes dark with lust and dominance. They run their hands over your body, squeezing and groping, leaving no curve untouched. One of them, a rugged man with a scar across his cheek, grabs your breast, his large hand squeezing and kneading, his thumb brushing over your nipple until it hardens into a tight bud. You gasp, your body betraying you as a rush of pleasure courses through you. Another man, his eyes wild with desire, grabs your arse, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you against him, letting you feel the length of his hard phallus pressing into your stomach. He grinds against you, a low groan escaping his lips as he bites your earlobe, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. Korkus, still holding your wrists, leans in and captures your lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. His tongue invades your mouth, exploring and conquering, tangling with your tongue as he tastes you, owns you. You can't help but moan into his mouth, your body melting into his as he deepens the kiss, his hands roaming over your body, squeezing and caressing every inch of you. He pulls away, a satisfied smirk on his face as he sees your flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and heaving chest. <<dialogue "Korkus" "Remember, little one, you are ours to command. But we will respect your wish to remain a virgin. For now.">>He turns to his companions, a nod of approval. <<dialogue "Korkus" "Gentlemen, let's give our new plaything a welcome she won't forget.">>They lead you to a nearby tent, their hands still roaming, still dominating. Inside, they push you onto a pile of soft furs, the animal skins a stark contrast to your smooth, soft skin. They stand around you, their eyes never leaving you as they begin to undress, their phalluses hard and ready, standing at attention, leaking with anticipation. You lie there, your heart pounding, your body aching with excitement, and submission. You know what's coming, and you're ready to face it. For your survival, for your mother, you will endure this. And maybe, just maybe, you'll find a way to turn the tables on these dominant men. [[Let Korkus have his way with you]]

They surround you, their naked bodies hard and ready, their eyes gleaming with lust and cruelty. You lie back on the furs, your heart pounding like a drum in your chest as you realize the full extent of what you've agreed to. These men are going to take you and use you, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. Korkus straddles your chest, his hard phallus bobbing inches from your face. He grabs your hair, forcing your head back so you're looking up at him. <<dialogue "Korkus" "Open wide, little one. It's time for you to earn your keep.">>You part your lips, and he pushes his hips forward, his phallus sliding into your mouth. You can taste him, salty and musky, as he begins to move, fucking your mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts. You can feel every vein, every ridge of his phallus as he hits the back of your throat, making you gag slightly. At the same time, two of his companions position themselves behind you, their hands rough and demanding as they spread your arse cheeks, exposing your most intimate hole. You tense up, a wave of nervousness washing over you as you realize what's about to happen.<<dialogue "Korkus" "Relax, little one. We don't want to hurt you. Much.">>They press the heads of their phalluses against your anus, one at each side, and begin to push in, slowly and steadily, stretching you, filling you. You can feel every inch of them as they enter you, the burning sensation making your eyes water. You try to relax, to take deep breaths, but it's hard with his phallus still taking your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. The two men behind you start to move, their hips thrusting in sync, their phalluses sliding in and out of your arse, the sensation unlike anything you've ever felt. It causes you pain, a struggle of submission and domination, and you can feel your body responding, your quim getting wet and your nipples hardening. You realize with a start that this is how your first time is going to be... rough, brutal, and utterly dominating. These men are going to use you and take their pleasure from you, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. The thought should horrify you, but instead, you feel a thrill of excitement, a rush of adrenaline as you submit to their will, their control. He increases his pace, his hips moving faster, his grip on your hair tightening as he uses your mouth for his pleasure. The two men behind you match his pace, their thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate as they chase their release. You can feel your own pleasure building, your body responding to their rough treatment, your quim aching with need. You reach down, your hand slipping between your legs, your fingers finding your quim, rubbing it in quick, desperate circles as you chase your own orgasm. The men groan, their bodies tensing as they reach their peak, their phalluses pulsing as they spill their seed into you. He pulls out of your mouth, a satisfied smile on his face as he looks down at you, his phallus still hard and glistening with your saliva.<<dialogue "Korkus" "Good girl. You took that like a champion. Now, let's see if you can handle round two.">> [[Prepare for round two]]

Korkus, a satisfied smirk on his face, dismounts from your chest, his phallus still hard and ready for more. He looks down at you, his eyes gleaming with lust. <<dialogue "Korkus" "Round two, little one. And this time, I want to taste that sweet quim of yours.">>He pushes you back onto the furs, spreading your legs wide, exposing you to his hungry gaze. He leans down, his hot breath fanning across your sensitive flesh, and you can feel your heart pounding in anticipation and fear. This is it... the moment he takes what he wants, and you can't do anything to stop it. He starts to tease you, his tongue flicking out, licking your inner thighs, nibbling and sucking on your sensitive skin, making you squirm and moan. He moves closer to your quim, his breath hot and heavy, but he doesn't touch you where you need it most. He's teasing you, torturing you, drawing out your anticipation. Meanwhile, his companions, their phalluses still hard and ready, move in, their hands rough and demanding as they grab your breasts, squeezing and kneading, pinching your nipples until you cry out. One of them straddles your chest, his phallus bobbing in front of your face, a cruel smile on his lips as he forces you to take him into your mouth again, his hips moving in a brutal, punishing rhythm. Another man positions himself between your legs, his phallus hard and ready as he presses it against your arse hole, pushing in slowly, steadily, stretching you, filling you. You can feel every inch of him as he enters you, the burning sensation making your eyes water, your body tensing as it tries to accommodate his size. He smiles, a slow, satisfied smile, and leans in, his phallus pressing against your virgin quim, teasing your entrance. You can feel the head of his phallus pressing against your hymen, and a wave of panic washes over you. You push him away, your hands pressing against his chest, your breath coming in quick, desperate gasps.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Wait. Please, I'm not ready. I can't... ">>He looks down at you, his eyes softening slightly, a gentle smile playing on his lips. <<dialogue "Korkus" "Shh, little one. It's alright. I was just playing with you. I promise I won't push far enough to break your hymen. You have my word.">> [[Its the final round]]

With a cruel smile, he pulls back, his phallus still hard and ready. He spits on his hand and begins to stroke himself vigorously, his eyes locked onto yours, daring you to look away. His companions, taking their cue from their leader, move into position with brutal efficiency. One straddles your chest, his phallus throbbing and angry-looking, a sadistic grin on his face as he grabs your hair, yanking your head back so you're forced to look up at him. Another man positions himself behind you, his phallus in your arsehole, not bothering with any preamble. He pushes in roughly, stretching you brutally, filling you completely in one harsh thrust. You cry out in pain, your body tensing as it tries to accommodate his massive size, your eyes watering from the burning sensation. Korkus, his breath coming in ragged gasps, strokes himself faster, his hand a blur as he chases his release. With a final, triumphant roar, he reaches his climax, his phallus pulsing as he spills his seed, hot and thick, onto your chest, coating your skin with his filthy essence. He smears it into your skin, marking you like an animal, a cruel smile on his face as he admires his handiwork. The man above you, his phallus rock-hard, forces your head forward, his phallus slamming into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat as he begins to move, fucking your mouth with brutal, punishing thrusts. He grips your hair tightly, using it as leverage as he takes his pleasure from you, his hips moving like a piston. With a final, savage groan, he reaches his peak, his phallus pulsing as he spills his seed down your throat, filling your mouth with his salty, hot release. You gulp it down, your throat working as you struggle not to choke, tears streaming down your face as you take everything he gives you. <<pulse>>The man behind you, his hips moving in a relentless, brutal rhythm, reaches his climax with a roar, his phallus pulsing as he spills his seed into your arse, filling you completely, marking you as his property. He grips your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh so hard you know you'll bruise, holding you in place as he uses your body for his own pleasure.<</pulse>> <<wobble>>With a final, shuddering groan, the men pull away from you, their bodies glistening with sweat, their chests heaving as they catch their breath. They look down at you with satisfaction and contempt, their eyes cold and unfeeling.<</wobble>> With that, they turn and leave, disappearing into the night, leaving you alone in the tent, your body coated in their seed, your arse and mouth sore and used, and your chest marked with their filthy essence. You lie there, your body shaking with sobs, your mind a whirl of humiliation and pain as you come to terms with the brutal initiation you've just endured. These men have taken something from you, something precious, and you know that you'll never be the same again. But you also know that you have a power over them now, a power to control, to manipulate, to use them for your own ends. And you fully intend to do just that, to turn the tables on these cruel, dominant men and make them your pawns in the game to come. [[A realization about Korkus]]

You lie there, your body aching and coated in the seed of the men who just used you. You realize Korkus can't be trusted; he took advantage of you, and now you're marked as their property. To take control, you must go to Gryphion. Steeling yourself, you stand and wipe the seed from your chest and face. You sneak towards Gryphion's tent, the camp quiet and most mercenaries asleep or drunk. As you approach, you hear grunts and rhythmic thumping from within. Taking a deep breath, you slip inside. Gryphion is on his hands and knees, a burly mercenary taking him from behind. Gryphion's Pseulit, the red medallion, crashing into his chest with every thrust. His erect phallus bobs beneath him, and he doesn't hide it. He notices you only when the man behind him groans in climax. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "What are you doing here?">>The man pulls out, and turns to you with a smirk. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "Look what we have here, Gryphion. A little spy.">>He dismisses him, and the man exits, leaving you alone with Gryphion. Your body shakes, and your mind races as you try to find the right words. His phallus remains hard, a testament to his recent passion.<<dialogue "Gryphion" "What's wrong? You look like you've been through a torment at Tartarus.">> [[Confess to Gryphion]]

Gryphion, his powerful body still glistening with sweat and his phallus erect, steps closer to you, his voice a low, commanding growl. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "I need to examine you to understand the extent of the abuse you've suffered. I must confess, I am gay, and my interest is purely professional. Now, undress for me so I can investigate.">>You hesitate for a moment, then slowly begin to remove your clothes, your body shaking slightly with embarrassment. You let your tattered garments fall to the floor, standing naked and vulnerable before him. His eyes roam over your body, taking in the bruises and the cum that marks your skin. His expression is serious, almost clinical, as he begins to touch you, his hands gentle but firm. You shiver at his touch, curiosity coursing through you as he explores your body, his fingers tracing the bruises on your hips, your thighs, and your arse. You enjoy the feel of his strong hands on your skin, the way they leave a trail of warmth and tingling sensation.<<dialogue "Gryphion" "Did they hurt you here?">>You nod, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you feel his touch, his hands strong and possessive. He moves behind you, his hands gripping your arse, squeezing and kneading, his fingers probing your sensitive flesh. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "And here?">>You nod again, your breath coming in quick gasps as you feel his hands explore your most intimate places, his fingers dipping into your arse, spreading you, investigating. You can feel your body responding as he touches you, his hands knowing and efficient. He turns you around, his eyes locked onto yours as he reaches down, his hands cupping your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, making you gasp and arch into his touch. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "Did they also molest your breasts?">>You hesitate, a flush spreading across your cheeks as you remember the humiliation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, they grabbed and squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples. It hurt, but it also felt... strange.">>He nods, his expression thoughtful as he continues his examination. He moves lower, his fingers tracing the inside of your thighs, spreading you open for his inspection. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, a sense of nervousness washing over you as he leans in, his breath hot on your quim. He touches you gently, his fingers probing your entrance, feeling for your hymen. You gasp, your body tensing slightly at the intrusion, but you find yourself enjoying the sensation, your body betraying you as it responds to his touch. He feels around, his fingers gentle but firm, and you can sense a slight hesitation, a curiosity in his touch as he investigates your most private place. Pulling back, he looks into your eyes, his expression serious. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "Your hymen is intact. That is a good sign. Now, let us clean you up and tend to your wounds. Those bastards will pay for what they have done to you.">><<set $sexuality += 1>> [[The next day in the camp of the band of the hawk]]

The next day in the camp, a tense atmosphere hangs heavy in the air. Gryphion has rounded up Korkus and his friends, their hands bound and gagged, forcing them to their knees in the center of the camp. The other mercenaries form a circle around them, with curiosity on their faces as they await the unfolding drama. He stands beside you, his voice a low, commanding growl as he addresses the crowd. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "Men of the Band of the Hawk, gather round. Today, we witness justice served. Philtra has been gravely wronged by these five scoundrels. She has the right to choose their fate.">>He turns to you, his expression serious but supportive. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "You have the power to decide how these men meet their end. You can kill them quickly, or you can make them suffer for the pain and humiliation they have caused you. The choice is yours.">>You step forward. You look down at Korkus and his friends, their eyes wide with defiance. You take a deep breath, your voice steady and cold as you deliver your verdict.<<dialogue "Philtra" "These men will not escape their crimes so easily. I sentence them to a slow and painful death. Let them feel the same fear and agony they inflicted on me. Hang them from the trees, one by one, and leave them to struggle and choke until their last breath.">>A murmur of approval ripples through the crowd as the mercenaries begin to carry out your orders. Korkus and his friends are dragged towards the trees, their struggles and muffled protests falling on deaf ears. You watch, a sense of satisfaction and vengeance washing over you as their bodies are hoisted into the air, their faces turning red as they kick and twist in their final, desperate fight for life. One by one, they meet their end, their lifeless bodies left to dangle from the trees as a grim reminder of the consequences of betrayal. The camp falls silent, the only sounds the distant calls of birds and the rustling of leaves. He turns to the camp, his voice booming with authority. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "And now, let it be known, with the execution of these traitors, a new era begins for the Band of the Hawk. Philtra, who has shown immense courage and strength, will be my second in command. She has earned her place by her actions and her unyielding spirit. Show her the same respect and loyalty you show me, for she is now a true leader of this band.">>The mercenaries cheer, their voices echoing through the camp as they acknowledge your new position. You stand tall, a sense of pride and purpose filling you as you accept your role. You have faced your demons and emerged stronger, ready to lead and protect your new family. [[Gryphion's dream of a kingdom]]

Later that evening, you enter Gryphion's tent, finding him poring over a map. He looks up, beckoning you to sit across from him.<<dialogue "Gryphion" "I wanted to discuss your new role privately. When I examined you, I felt an unusual power from your hymen. It was divine, unlike anything I've ever encountered.">>He leans back, his fingers steepled thoughtfully. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "I see great potential in you beyond fighting. Your beauty and intelligence can be powerful tools in court intrigue. I want you to become my secret weapon, my spy, and my diplomat.">>You listen intently, surprised by his revelation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do you envision for me?">>A determined look enters his eyes. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "I dream of building my own kingdom, and to do that, I need influence and allies. You will infiltrate courts, gain the trust of nobles, and manipulate them to our advantage. You'll be my queen on the chessboard of politics, using your charm, wit, and body to gain information and forge alliances.">>You nod, beginning to understand his vision. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And the Band of the Hawk?">>His expression turns resolute. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "They will be our military strength, conquering territories and enforcing our rule while you navigate the courts. Together, we'll create an unstoppable force.">> [[Tell him about your mother in Mnemonides's dungeon]]

After a few days in your new role, with a newfound sense of trust and purpose, you sit across from Gryphion, your eyes meeting his steadily. <<dialogue "Philtra" "There's something I need to confess. Something that has been weighing heavily on my mind.">>He leans in, his expression encouraging and supportive. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "You can tell me anything. I am here to listen and to help.">>You take a deep breath, your voice steady as you begin to reveal your secret. <<dialogue "Philtra" "My mother is being held captive in Mnemonides's dungeon. She has been there for what feels like an eternity, and I have been desperate to find a way to rescue her. I have a plan, but I need your help and the expertise of your most trusted assassins.">>His eyes widen slightly, but he nods, his voice firm. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "I will help you. Your mother's safety is important to me, and I know the value of family. Tell me your plan, and we will make it happen.">>You explain your strategy, detailing the layout of the dungeon, the guard patrols, and the weaknesses you've identified. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I propose a small, stealthy team. We can slip in under the cover of darkness, take out the guards silently, and rescue my mother before they even know what hit them.">>He listens intently, his expression thoughtful. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "Your plan is solid. I agree that a small team is the best approach. I will join you, and we will take three of the Band of the Hawk's most skilled assassins. Together, we will infiltrate the dungeon, rescue your mother, and make sure no one stands in our way.">>You feel a wave of relief and gratitude wash over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you. With your help, I know we can succeed. Let's plan our expedition and make sure everything is in place. My mother's life depends on it.">>He nods, a determined look in his eyes. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "We will leave at first light. Until then, let's rest and prepare for the mission ahead. Your mother will be safe. I promise you that.">><<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> [[The next day|Gryphion 1]]

With the melted sword dripping from your hand, you stand defiant, your eyes locked onto Korkus and his companions. They stare at you with fear in their eyes, realizing that they have underestimated your powers. You take a deep breath, focusing your magical energy, and with a subtle gesture, you command the earth to do your bidding. The ground beneath Korkus and his men begins to shift silently, swallowing them whole without a sound. Their expressions turn from shock to terror as they are pulled underground, their struggles futile against the force of your magic. Within moments, they are gone, the earth settling smoothly as if nothing had happened. From the shadows, a man steps forward, his eyes wide with amazement. He is tall and lean, with a friendly face and kind eyes. He approaches you cautiously, his hands raised in a peaceful gesture. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "That was incredible. I've never seen anything like it.">>You turn to face him, your guard still up, but his friendly demeanor puts you at ease. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Who are you?">>He offers you a warm smile, extending his hand. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "I'm Iodaeus, the weapons engineer for the Band of the Hawk. I was just passing by and saw what happened. You have my word, your secret is safe with me. I won't tell a soul about your powers.">>You look at his outstretched hand, then back into his sincere eyes, and decide to trust him. You shake his hand, feeling a genuine connection. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm Philtra. Thank you, Iodaeus. I appreciate your discretion.">>He nods, his expression serious. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "You have nothing to fear from me. I understand the value of keeping certain things secret. If you ever need any help, especially with weapons or engineering, just let me know. I'm here to support you.">>You feel a sense of relief and gratitude wash over you. Having an ally within the Band of the Hawk, especially one as skilled and kind as Iodaeus, could be invaluable. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Iodaeus. I might just take you up on that offer.">> [[On your way back to your tent]]

With Iodaeus's promise of support and discretion, you feel a sense of security and hope. You thank him once more and make your way back to your tent, your mind racing with the events of the day. As you walk through the camp, you try to be as stealthy as possible, your senses heightened after your encounter with Korkus and his men. As you round a corner, you pause, your eyes widening as you witness an intimate scene unfolding before you. Gryphion is on his hands and knees, his powerful body glistening with sweat, as a large, burly man takes him from behind. The man's hips move in a steady, forceful rhythm, his hands gripping Gryphion's hips tightly as he drives into him with obvious pleasure. Gryphion's Pseulit, the red medallion, crashing into his chest with every thrust. You quickly realize that this encounter is consensual and private. Understanding the sensitivity of the moment, you decide not to disturb them. Instead, you quietly retreat, your cheeks flushing slightly at the unexpected sight. Back in your tent, you undress and lie down, your body aching from the day's events. Despite the turmoil and danger, you feel a sense of accomplishment and relief. You have faced your fears, used your powers, and gained an ally in Iodaeus. With these thoughts swirling in your mind, you close your eyes and drift off to sleep, ready to face whatever the next day may bring. [[The next day in the camp]]

The next morning, Gryphion roughly awakens you, his voice a low growl. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "Get up. We need to talk about Korkus and his friends. They've disappeared, and I want to know why.">>He drags you naked through the camp, chaining you to a post in the center. Mercenaries gather, whispering and staring as he circles you like a predator.<<dialogue "Gryphion" "What do you know about their disappearance?">>You meet his gaze steadily. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I don't know anything. I saw them here last night, that's all.">>He leans in, his voice a menacing whisper. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "You're lying. I can see it in your eyes.">>You shiver, arousal coursing through you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm not lying. I swear it.">>He turns to Iodaeus, who approaches cautiously. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "Iodaeus, did you see Philtra last night? Did she mention Korkus and his friends?">>Iodaeus hesitates, then shakes his head. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "No, I was working late and didn't leave my workshop until after dark. I have no idea what happened to them.">>His eyes narrow. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "You're lying. I saw you both sneaking back to your tents. You're hiding something.">>Iodaeus swallows hard. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "I'm sorry. I must have forgotten. But I assure you, I saw nothing regarding Korkus and his friends.">>His expression darkens, and he turns back to you. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "Mark my words, I will find out the truth. And there will be consequences.">>With that, he storms off, leaving you chained, naked, and exposed to the whispers and stares of the mercenaries. You steel yourself, knowing that Gryphion will stop at nothing to uncover the truth about Korkus and his friends' disappearance. [[Gryphion's order to Iodaeus]]

Gryphion, his eyes burning with lust and anger, storms back to where you are chained, his voice a low, commanding growl. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "You think you can deceive me? You think you can hide the truth?">>He circles you like a hungry wolf, his gaze raking over your naked body, taking in every inch of your exposed flesh, ensuring that every one of the roughly 300 Band of the Hawk members gathered around bears witness to your humiliation.<<dialogue "Gryphion" "I will extract the truth from you, one way or another.">>He turns to Iodaeus, who stands nearby. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "Prove your allegiance to me. Fuck her. Show me that you are willing to do whatever it takes to be a true member of the Band of the Hawk.">>Iodaeus hesitates, his eyes flicking to you, then back to Gryphion. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "I can't do that. Not like this. Not with her chained and vulnerable.">>Gryphion's expression darkens, and he grabs Iodaeus by the arm, pulling him roughly towards you. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "Then touch her. Explore her body and tell me what you feel. Prove to me that you are not hiding something. And do it where everyone can see. Let them all bear witness to your loyalty.">>Iodaeus reluctantly reaches out, his hands trembling slightly as he places them on your shoulders, then slowly trails them down your arms, your torso, and your hips. You shiver at his touch, an unexpected arousal coursing through you. His hands are warm and calloused, his touch gentle but firm as he explores your body, and his actions are on full display for the entire camp to see. He cups your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, making you gasp and arch into his touch. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "Her breasts are full and soft. Her nipples are hard and sensitive. She responds to my touch, but I can't... I can't bring myself to take it further. I'm sorry.">>Gryphion's grip on Iodaeus tightens, his voice a low, dangerous growl. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "You will do as I command. You will touch her, explore her body, and tell me everything you feel. Or else, you will face my displeasure. And everyone will watch as you do it.">>Iodaeus nods, his expression resigned as he continues to touch you, his hands moving over your body, exploring your curves, your valleys, your peaks, ensuring that every movement is visible to the crowd. He trails his fingers down your stomach, dipping into your navel, making you squirm and gasp. He moves lower, his fingers brushing against your pubic bone, then dipping lower, exploring your sensitive folds, spreading you open, exposing you to his touch and to Gryphion's hungry gaze, as well as the leering eyes of the crowd.<<dialogue "Iodaeus" "You're wet. Your quim is hot, but I can't... I can't bring myself to take you like this. Not with you chained and vulnerable.">> [[Gryphion grows impatient]]

As your orgasm subsides, you are left breathless and spent, your body still tingling with the aftermath of your forced pleasure. You remain chained, exposed to the entire camp, your chest heaving as you try to regain your composure. Iodaeus stands beside you while Gryphion looms before you, his eyes burning with an intense curiosity. He reaches between your legs, his strong hands gripping your thighs as he leans in, his voice a low, intense whisper. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "Your body is a mystery to me. I need to understand you better.">>He slides two fingers into your quim, coating them in your juices, and begins to explore, his touch firm and probing. He moves his fingers in a slow, deliberate motion, stretching and investigating, his eyes never leaving yours. You can feel his fingers pressing against your hymen, exploring the sensitive tissue, and you shiver at the intimate invasion.<<dialogue "Gryphion" "Your hymen... it's unlike anything I've ever felt. There's an energy there, a power that pulsates. I can feel it throbbing, as if it's alive.">>He withdraws his fingers slowly, bringing them to his mouth, and tastes your juices, his expression thoughtful and intense. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "Your taste is unique. Sweet and musky, with a hint of something else. Something... otherworldly. It's intoxicating.">>As he savors your taste, you can't help but internally wonder why he is doing all this despite knowing he is gay. You know he finds no charm in your beauty, so what is driving him to explore you so intimately? Is it purely out of curiosity for the power he senses within you, or is there something more? He turns to Iodaeus, his voice a low, commanding growl. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "I want you to explore Philtra's hymen thoroughly. Take your time and feel everything. I need to know if you sense the same power I do.">>Iodaeus hesitates, his shy and reluctant nature evident as he steps closer to you. He reaches out, his hands trembling slightly as he grips your thighs, his touch gentle but firm. He leans in, his breath hot on your sensitive flesh as he begins his exploration, his fingers probing and deliberate. You can feel Iodaeus's fingers pressing against your hymen, exploring every inch of the sensitive tissue. He takes his time, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles, stretching and investigating, his touch becoming more confident as he focuses on the task at hand. His eyes are locked onto yours, intense concentration etched on his face.<<dialogue "Gryphion" "Take your time. Explore every inch of her. I want to know everything you feel.">>Iodaeus complies, his fingers continuing to probe and circle your hymen, his touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body despite the circumstances. He leans in closer, his tongue flicking out to taste you gently, his movements shy but thorough. After what feels like an eternity, Iodaeus pulls back, his fingers glistening with your juices. He brings his hand to his mouth, sucking on each finger slowly, his eyes closing as he savors your taste, a shy blush spreading across his cheeks. He takes his time, ensuring he experiences every nuance of your unique flavor. He pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a soft pop, his expression thoughtful and somewhat conflicted. He turns to Gryphion, his voice shy but steady. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "I don't feel anything special. It tastes sweet and musky, but there's nothing out of the ordinary. Just a typical woman's taste.">>Gryphion's expression darkens slightly, a hint of disappointment flashing across his face. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "Are you sure? You took your time, explored thoroughly. You're certain you didn't sense any power or energy?">>Iodaeus nods, his expression resolute despite his internal conflict. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "Yes, I'm sure. There's nothing special about her hymen or her taste. She's just a woman, like any other.">><<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> [[Iodaeus's investigation continues]]

Gryphion, dissatisfied with Iodaeus's findings, steps closer to you, his voice a low, demanding growl. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "You are not exploring her thoroughly enough. I want you to taste her juices right from the source. Make her cum, and then tell me what you taste.">>He moves behind you, his strong hands gripping your thighs as he lifts your legs, spreading them wide apart, exposing you completely to Iodaeus and the entire camp. You can feel the cool air hitting your sensitive flesh, a stark contrast to the heat that courses through your body. Your face flushes with arousal as you realize that everyone is bearing witness to your most intimate parts.<<dialogue "Gryphion" "Spread her folds wide. I want you to see everything and taste everything.">>Iodaeus, his shy and reluctant nature evident, complies with his orders. He leans in, his hands gentle but firm as he spreads your wet folds wide apart, exposing your most sensitive areas. You can feel the embarrassment of being so exposed, but also a thrill of pleasure as his breath is hot on your quim.<<dialogue "Gryphion" "Now, eat her. Make her cum, and then tell me what you taste.">>Iodaeus leans in, his tongue flicking out to taste you tentatively at first, but then with more confidence as he begins to lick and suck, his movements deliberate and focused on drawing out your pleasure. You can feel his tongue swirling around your clit, his fingers joining in, stretching and exploring, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You try to resist, clenching your teeth and focusing on anything but the sensation of his tongue on your sensitive flesh, but your body betrays you. The combination of embarrassment and arousal is intoxicating, and you can feel yourself building towards another orgasm, your body tensing and your breaths coming in quick gasps. The camp watches, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their eyes wide with arousal and anticipation as they bear witness to your intimate act. You can feel their gazes on you, adding to your embarrassment and excitement, knowing that everyone is seeing and hearing your pleasure. Your moans turn to cries of pleasure as he continues to eat your quim, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to bring you to the brink of ecstasy. The dual stimulation of his tongue on your clit and his fingers pumping in and out of your quim sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, leaving you breathless and on the edge of release. <<pulse>>As his tongue and fingers bring you to the brink, you can't hold back any longer. With a final, shuddering cry, you orgasm directly into his mouth, your body convulsing with the force of your release. Your quim clenches around his fingers, and your juices flow freely, coating his tongue and lips.<</pulse>> He pulls back, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his face glistening with your juices. He turns to Gryphion, his voice husky and explicit. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "Philtra's quim is unlike anything I've ever tasted. Her folds are soft and inviting, her clit sensitive and responsive. Her juices are sweet and musky, with a divine, otherworldly hint. Her orgasm was powerful, her body clenching around my fingers, releasing an energy that's almost magical. I can still taste her, a flavor unlike any other.">> <<set $sexuality += 5>> [[The end of Iodaeus's investigation]]

Gryphion, his eyes burning with lust and anger, steps closer to you, his voice a low, threatening growl. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "I want the truth about Korkus and his friends. If neither of you confesses to me by tomorrow, I will have every single man in this camp take you. They will use your body as they please, and I will watch. Do you understand? Your special quim will be shared with everyone here. Is that what you want?">>You swallow hard, the threat sending a shiver of fear down your spine. The prospect of being passed around the camp, used and abused by countless men, is a horrifying one, especially knowing that losing your virginity is inevitable in that scenario. You open your mouth to admit the truth, but Iodaeus beats you to it.<<dialogue "Iodaeus" "I killed Korkus and his friends. I saw them attempting to assault Philtra. I had no choice but to intervene and eliminate them.">>You look at Iodaeus, surprised but grateful for his lie. You know that admitting to this lie is the only way to save yourself from the horrifying fate Gryphion has threatened. <<dialogue "Philtra" "That's correct. Iodaeus saved me. Korkus and his friends were going to take my virginity by force, but Iodaeus stopped them.">>His expression softens slightly, the confession satisfying his curiosity and quelling his anger. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "Very well. If that is the truth, then I apologize for treating you badly. You are free to go.">>He turns to Iodaeus, his voice firm but fair. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "You should not have lied to me. A tight slap across the face should remind you of that.">>He delivers a sharp, stinging slap to Iodaeus's cheek, the sound echoing through the now-quiet camp.<<set $intellect += 5>><<set $persuasion += 5>> [[Thank Iodaeus in private for his sacrifice]]

Later that night, under the cover of darkness, you seek out Iodaeus, finding him in his private quarters. You knock softly on the door, and he opens it.<<dialogue "Iodaeus" "What are you doing here?">>You push past him, entering his room, and turn to face him, your expression serious but grateful. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I wanted to thank you. For lying for me, for taking the blame. You saved me from a fate worse than death.">>He looks down, a shy blush spreading across his cheeks. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "It was nothing. I couldn't let Gryphion do that to you. No woman deserves that.">>You take a step closer to him, your voice soft and sincere. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I have to confess something to you. I've never been with a man before. You are the first to explore me, to taste me. And I liked it. I liked what you did to me, even if the circumstances were less than ideal.">>His blush deepens, and he looks away, his embarrassment evident. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "I'm glad you found some pleasure in it. I just wish the circumstances had been different. I wish I could have explored you, tasted you, under better conditions. Not with Gryphion forcing me, not with the entire camp watching.">>He pauses, his voice barely above a whisper. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "I have to admit, I enjoyed it too. Your taste, your feel, your responses. It was intoxicating, and I found myself wanting more, despite the situation.">>You reach out, taking his hand in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you. For everything. I owe you my virtue, and I won't forget it.">>He looks up at you, his eyes meeting yours, with shyness and sincerity in his gaze. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "I would do it again in a heartbeat, if it meant protecting you.">> [[Meet Gryphion alone in his camp]]

A few days later, you find yourself standing alone with Gryphion in his camp, the setting sun casting a warm glow over the landscape. He approaches you, his expression sincere and serious.<<dialogue "Gryphion" "I wanted to talk to you privately. I owe you an apology. What I did to you was cruel and unnecessary. I'm sorry for putting you on display like that.">>You meet his gaze, surprised by his apology, and wait for him to continue. He takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "The truth is, I saw you that night. I saw you watching me with another man. It caught me off guard, and I started to suspect that you might have had something to do with Korkus and his friends' disappearance, since you were out so late.">>He pauses, his expression thoughtful as he searches for the right words. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "But I've had time to think about it, and I realize now that my actions were driven by fear and insecurity. I should have trusted you, and for that, I am truly sorry.">>He steps closer, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "I have a dream. I want to build my own kingdom, a place where I can rule freely. And I want you to be a part of it.">>He takes your hand in his, his touch gentle but firm. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "You are beautiful, and your unique powers and cleverness make you an invaluable asset. I want to use your talents to their fullest potential. You would be a perfect courtesan and spy. With your beauty and abilities, you can infiltrate the courts of my enemies, gather information, and help me build my empire.">>His eyes sparkle with ambition as he leans in, his voice a low, intense whisper. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "Not many people would connect you to the Band of the Hawk, since you're so new here. That makes you the perfect spy... you can move freely, gather intelligence, and report back to me. Together, we can build something great, something that will leave a lasting mark on history.">> [[Tell him about your mother in Mnemonides's dungeon]]

Eryx: A polis of Pleasure and Power Eryx is a polis steeped in ancient traditions and ritualistic practices, where the cult of Aphrodite holds sway over the lives of its inhabitants. The polis is renowned for its temples of pleasure, where devotees of the goddess offer their bodies in service to both mortals and immortals alike. The sexual politics of Eryx are complex and deeply intertwined with the polis's religious and social fabric. Temples of Aphrodite: At the heart of Eryx stand the grand temples of Aphrodite, ornate structures adorned with erotic art and sculptures that depict the goddess in various amorous encounters. These temples are not merely places of worship but also centers of political and social power. The high priestesses, known as the Hierodules, are revered figures who wield considerable influence over the polis's affairs. They are chosen for their beauty, intelligence, and political acumen, and their word is law within the temple walls. Education and Initiation: The education system in Eryx is uniquely tailored to the devotees of Aphrodite, focusing on the arts of pleasure, seduction, and political maneuvering. Young women who are chosen to serve the goddess undergo rigorous training in the Academy of Aphrodite, where they learn the following: Erotic Arts: Devotees are taught the nuances of pleasure, including massage, sensual dance, and various techniques to satisfy their partners. They learn to read the desires of others and adapt their techniques to meet those needs. Seduction and Charm: Lessons in charm, persuasion, and the art of conversation are integral to their education. Devotees learn to enchant and beguile, using their wits and words to gain influence and power. Political Acumen: The Academy teaches its students the complexities of Eryxian politics, including the intricacies of court intrigue, alliance-building, and the use of sexual favors as political currency. They learn to navigate the treacherous waters of the polis's power dynamics with grace and cunning. Divine Rituals: Devotees are initiated into the sacred rituals of Aphrodite, which often involve elaborate ceremonies, offerings, and sexual rites. These rituals are believed to grant the goddess's favor and ensure the polis's prosperity. The Hierodules: The Hierodules are the pinnacle of the Academy's education system. They are the most experienced and politically savvy of the devotees, and their roles extend far beyond the temple walls. They act as advisors to the polis's rulers, brokering alliances, and using their influence to shape Eryx's destiny. Their word carries weight in matters of state, and they are often consulted on important decisions, from trade agreements to military strategies. Sexual Politics: The sexual politics of Eryx are a delicate balance of power and pleasure. While the devotees of Aphrodite hold significant influence, they are also subject to the whims of the polis's rulers and the demands of their patrons. The Hierodules navigate this complex web with skill, using their charm, intelligence, and political acumen to maintain their position and protect their devotees. However, the system is not without its dark side. Rivalries and jealousies can lead to bitter power struggles, and those who fall from grace often face harsh consequences. The sexual favors offered by the devotees are a double-edged sword, providing power and influence but also making them vulnerable to exploitation and abuse. The Academy of Aphrodite: The educational institution for the devotees is known as the Academy of Aphrodite, a prestigious and secretive school where young women are groomed to become the future Hierodules. The Academy is located within the temple complex, and its curriculum is a closely guarded secret, known only to the initiates and the Hierodules themselves. The Academy's motto is "Venus Vincit Omnia" (Venus Conquers All), reflecting the belief that through the power of Aphrodite, one can conquer any challenge and rise to the heights of political and social influence. The devotees are taught to embrace their sexuality as a source of strength and power, using it to shape the world around them. In Eryx, the lines between religion, politics, and pleasure are blurred, creating a unique and complex society where sexual politics play a crucial role in the polis's governance and cultural identity. <<set $aphroditefavor += 1>><<set $intellect += 1>> <<if visited("The academy of Aphrodite piques your interest") > 0>> [[Listen to Medaea intently]] <<else>> [[The academy of Aphrodite piques your interest]] <</if>>

You look down at the book, its weight heavy in your hands, both literally and metaphorically. Lifting your gaze back to your mother, you ask, <<dialogue "Philtra" "Tell me more about the Academy of Aphrodite and the temple. What will my role be there?">>Medaea takes a deep breath, her expression turning serious. <<dialogue "Medaea" "The Academy is the heart of Eryx, where young women are trained to become devotees of Aphrodite. They learn the arts of pleasure, seduction, and political strategy. The temple is a place of both worship and power, where the Hierodules... the high priestesses... hold significant influence over the polis's affairs.">>She pauses, her voice softening with sadness and resignation. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, there is something you should know. Despite my warnings, you have felt a pull towards Aphrodite. This urge was inevitable, and I am saddened that you must face this truth.">>You nod, confessing, <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, Mother. I have felt it. A presence, a call that I cannot ignore.">>Medaea's eyes well up with unshed tears as she takes your hand, her grip tight and desperate. <<dialogue "Medaea" "You were a boon given to me by Aphrodite herself. Your life belongs to the goddess. I was chosen to bear you, to raise you, but ultimately, you are hers to command.">>The revelation hits you like a physical blow, shock and terror coursing through your veins. You stare at your mother, her words echoing in your mind, sealing your fate in a way you never imagined. [[Listen to Medaea intently]] <<if visited("Read the book about Eryx") < 1>> [[Read the book about Eryx]] <</if>>

Medaea takes a deep, shuddering breath, her voice barely above a whisper as she continues, <<dialogue "Medaea" "I asked you to guard your virginity because it is a crucial part of the initiation process for the women of the Academy. Before they are inducted into the temple as full-fledged devotees of Aphrodite, initiates must navigate a series of trials and tribulations alone. They must protect their virginity through these challenges and ultimately present themselves pure at the altar of Aphrodite.">>She looks at you, her eyes filled with pride. <<dialogue "Medaea" "On the day of your initiation, you will stand before the goddess, and it is she who will take your virginity, breaking your hymen and granting you powers unique to you. The trials are designed to test your strength, cunning, and devotion. How you perform in these trials will determine the extent of the powers Aphrodite bestows upon you.">>You listen in stunned silence, the weight of your mother's words settling over you like a shroud. The thought of facing such trials alone, of guarding your virginity against all odds, and ultimately offering yourself to the goddess is both awe-inspiring and terrifying. As the reality of your destiny sinks in, a surprising sense of confidence and determination wells up within you. You look at your mother, your eyes shining with a newfound resolve. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mother, I am not afraid. I have always known that my body is a source of power, and now I understand why you urged me to protect it. I am ready to face these trials and prove myself worthy of Aphrodite's favor.">>You take a deep breath, your voice steady and sure. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I will guard my virginity with my life, and I will complete this initiation successfully. I will not let you down, Mother, nor will I disappoint Aphrodite. This is my path, and I embrace it with open arms.">>Medaea looks at you, a mixture of pride and relief in her eyes. She squeezes your hand, her voice filled with emotion. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I have every faith in you, Philtra. You are strong, clever, and determined. I know you will succeed where many others have failed. Aphrodite has chosen you for a great purpose, and I am honored to be your mother as you embark on this journey.">> <<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> [[Ask about Medaea's initiation]]

With your newfound determination burning brightly, you turn to your mother, eager to learn more about the challenges that lie ahead. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mother, what were your initiation trials like? What can I expect to face?">>Medaea smiles softly, shaking her head. <<dialogue "Medaea" "The trials of initiation are sacred, and the details are not to be shared with those who have not yet faced them. Aphrodite designs each set of trials uniquely for every initiate, tailoring them to our strengths, weaknesses, and the lessons we must learn. What happens during the trials is a secret between the goddess and the initiate, and it is not to be revealed to anyone else.">>She looks at you, her expression serious. <<dialogue "Medaea" "You will face your own unique challenges. Do not worry about what others have endured; focus on your own journey and trust in Aphrodite's wisdom. She knows what you need to learn and grow, and she will guide you through your trials with a firm but loving hand.">>You nod, accepting your mother's explanation about the secrecy of the trials. Then, you ask, <<dialogue "Philtra" "If you can't tell me about the trials, can you at least reveal the powers you received from Aphrodite? What can I expect to gain from this initiation?">>Medaea looks at you. <<dialogue "Medaea" "The power to control the elements... earth, air, fire, and water... is a gift in our lineage, passed down from mother to daughter. You already possess this ability, as you have seen. I was well-versed in using these powers before I attempted my trials.">>She pauses, her voice dropping to a solemn whisper. <<dialogue "Medaea" "But the powers bestowed by Aphrodite herself... that is a different matter. Aphrodite advised me that I needed to travel to the polis of Olympia, where I would fall in love with a man and bear a girl child. She told me that this child, once grown, had the potential to shift the power balance among the gods themselves.">>You stare at her, shock and disbelief coursing through you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Me? I'm not that powerful, Mother. I'm not even as powerful as you, let alone a threat to the gods.">>Medaea takes your hands in hers, her grip tight and reassuring. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Your potential is far greater than you realize. The more potent powers you will gain from Aphrodite are likely to be unlocked when you pass your own trials and stand before the goddess. Trust in her wisdom and in your own strength. You are destined for greatness, and I have every faith that you will embrace your fate with courage and determination.">> <<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> [[Your family arrives in Eryx]]

The journey to Eryx is uneventful, the landscape gradually giving way to the imposing walls of the polis. As you approach, the grandeur of Eryx unfolds before you, its towers and temples a testament to the power and influence of the cult of Aphrodite. The ox cart rumbles to a halt as guards step forward to inspect your party. Medaea looks around, her eyes filled with nostalgia. <<dialogue "Medaea" "It has been so long since I last saw these walls. So much has changed, yet so much remains the same.">>She turns to you, a soft smile playing on her lips. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I spent my formative years within these walls, learning the ways of the goddess, the arts of pleasure, and the complexities of power. The Academy of Aphrodite was my world, and the temple was my home. I remember the rituals, the lessons, and the friendships forged in the crucible of our training.">>The guards, stern and imposing, signal for you to halt. <<dialogue "Guard" "State your business in Eryx.">>One of them barks, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. Medaea steps forward, her voice confident and clear. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I am Medaea, a former devotee of Aphrodite and a daughter of this polis. I return with my family to seek audience with the Hierodules and to fulfill the will of the goddess.">>The guard nods, his expression softening slightly as he recognizes your mother's name. <<dialogue "Guard" "Very well, Medaea. You and your family may enter, but be warned: Eryx is not the polis you once knew. Change has come, and with it, new challenges and dangers.">>With that, the guards step aside, allowing your oxcart to pass through the imposing gates of Eryx into a world both familiar and foreign to your mother. [[Medaea directly takes you and Peregrine to the academy]]

As your oxcart rolls through the gates of Eryx, the polis's sensual allure envelops you, its tendrils of pleasure and devotion to Aphrodite inescapable. The streets are a riot of erotic art, with temples and buildings adorned with sculptures and frescoes that depict scenes of unbridled pleasure and religious fervor. The air is thick with the scent of exotic flowers and the distant, sensual strains of music that seem to beckon you deeper into the polis's embrace. Medaea navigates the crowded streets with purpose, her confidence unwavering as she weaves through the throng of admirers and devotees. You can feel their eyes on you, filled with curiosity that makes your skin tingle. The followers of Aphrodite are a striking lot, their bodies adorned in erotic and revealing clothes that leave little to the imagination. From the sensual dances performed in the streets to the provocative poses of the statues that line the pathways, the theme of Aphrodite is ubiquitous, a constant reminder of the polis's devotion to the goddess of love and pleasure. Medaea leads you to a grand temple, its doors guarded by imposing figures who nod respectfully as you approach. Inside, the temple is a symphony of colors and sensations, with lush fabrics, fragrant incense, and soft, sensual music that seems to caress your skin and stir your senses. You follow your mother through the opulent halls, your eyes wide with wonder and a growing sense of awe at the sheer extravagance and devotion on display. Suddenly, Medaea halts, her expression softening as she turns to you. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, this is where I will leave you for a moment. I must speak with an old friend.">>Before you can respond, a woman emerges from a nearby chamber, her presence commanding and her beauty almost overwhelming. She is clad in a gown of sheer, shimmering silk that clings to her body like a second skin, the deep red wine color adorned with gold embroidery that catches the light. Her breasts are barely contained, her nipples are visible through the thin material, and her waist is cinched with a golden belt that accentuates her curves. The gown flows to the floor, slitting up the side to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her thigh with each step. Her hair, a cascade of dark curls, falls in disarray down her back, adorned with flowers and gold ornaments that sparkle in the candlelight. Her eyes, a smoldering dark brown, are lined with kohl, giving her an exotic, sultry look that is almost hypnotic. Her lips, full and pouty, are stained a deep red, and her skin, flawless and radiant, seems to glow with an otherworldly light that makes her seem almost ethereal.<<dialogue "Elara" "Medaea, it has been too long.">>Her voice is a low, sensual melody that sends a shiver down your spine and makes your heart race. Medaea's face lights up with unshed tears as she embraces her old friend tightly. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Elara, you are as beautiful as ever. The years have been kind to you.">>Elara laughs, a sound like tinkling bells, and steps back to appraise Medaea critically. <<dialogue "Elara" "And you, my dear, are as stunning as the day I first laid eyes on you. But tell me, what brings you back to Eryx after all these years?">>Medaea's expression turns serious, and she glances at you before answering, her voice low and conspiratorial. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I have come to fulfill the will of Aphrodite. And I need your help.">> [[Meet with Elara]]

Medaea turns to you, her expression softening as she takes your hand. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Elara, this is my daughter, Philtra. She is the reason I have returned to Eryx.">>Elara's smoldering gaze shifts to you, her eyes dark with hunger as she takes in your form. She circles you like a predator, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw, your collarbone, and finally, your arm, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. <<dialogue "Elara" "Aren't you a delectable morsel? So much potential, so much power. I can feel it radiating from you, begging to be unleashed.">>She leans in, her breath hot on your ear as she inhales deeply, a shiver running down your spine. <<dialogue "Elara" "You smell divine, my dear. Like a ripe fruit, ready to be plucked and devoured.">>Medaea watches the interaction, with a hint of smile on her face, a memory of a shared past. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Elara, Philtra must complete the trials of Aphrodite. It is crucial that she succeed, for the future of our lineage and the will of the goddess depend on it.">>Elara's eyes flash with amusement and a touch of cruelty as she continues to circle you, her hands roaming over your body, tracing your curves and testing your reactions. <<dialogue "Elara" "Is that so? And what makes this little one so special that she requires the personal attention of the great Medaea?">>Medaea takes a deep breath, her voice steady and sure despite the erotic display unfolding before her. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra possesses unique powers, gifts from Aphrodite herself. She has the ability to control the elements, as I do, but her potential goes far beyond that. Aphrodite has grand plans for her, and I believe that her powers, when fully realized, could shift the balance of the gods themselves.">>Elara's eyes widen in surprise, and she takes a step back, appraising you with newfound respect and a touch of fear. <<dialogue "Elara" "That is a bold claim, Medaea. But if anyone can back it up, it is you.">>She turns to one of the temple attendants, a young woman dressed in a revealing outfit of sheer fabric and gold accessories, her body on display for all to see. <<dialogue "Elara" "See that Medaea and her family are given the guesthouse by the temple's garden. They are to have everything they need during their stay in Eryx, including... personal attention, if desired.">>The attendant nods and scurries off to carry out her instructions. Elara turns back to Medaea, her expression serious, but her eyes still hold a predatory glint as she looks at you. <<dialogue "Elara" "You and your family will be my guests for as long as you remain in Eryx. Consider it a small token of our renewed friendship, and perhaps, a chance for old times' sake.">>Medaea smiles, her eyes shining with gratitude and a hint of sadness. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Thank you, Elara. Your generosity is as legendary as your beauty, and your touch as intoxicating as ever.">>Elara laughs, a sultry sound that seems to wrap around you like a warm, inviting embrace, promising pleasures yet to come. <<dialogue "Elara" "Flatterer. Now, let us speak of more serious matters. Tell me, what do you need from me to ensure Philtra's success in the trials? And perhaps, we can find some time for the three of us to... reconnect.">> [[Speak with your parents in the guestroom]]

Following the erotic and intense encounter with Elara, your family is escorted to an opulent guesthouse nestled by the temple's lush garden. The guesthouse is a symphony of luxury and sensuality, with plush furnishings and decor that exudes the essence of Aphrodite. The air is thick with the intoxicating scent of exotic flowers, and the soft, sensual music that seems to embrace every corner of Eryx creates an atmosphere of sheer indulgence. As you step inside, Peregrine's expression is a storm cloud, his brows furrowed in displeasure. He turns to Medaea, his voice a low, rumbling growl. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "I still can't believe you convinced me to leave Olympia. This place... it's unlike any home I've known. I need to carve out my place here, and by the gods, I will.">>He turns to you, his expression softening slightly, but the determination in his eyes remains unyielding. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "I might not be present for your initiation rituals or ceremonies. I intend to enlist in the army here as a novice and climb the ranks. I need this for my sanity and to prove my worth in this new polis.">>You gaze at him, your eyes welling up with sadness. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand, Father. I wish you the best in your pursuits, and I hope you find the fulfillment you seek.">>He offers a small, reassuring smile, his eyes reflecting a deep pride. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "And I wish you the same. I have utter faith that you will conquer the trials and bring honor to our family name.">>With those words, he retreats to his chamber, leaving you and Medaea alone in the main room of the guesthouse. She turns to you, her expression a blend of pride and concern, her eyes reflecting the soft glow of the candlelight. <<dialogue "Medaea" "He is a man of great strength. He will forge his path in this new polis, just as you will discover your destiny with Aphrodite.">>She takes your hands in hers, her grip firm and comforting. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Now, let us seek some rest. A new day dawns tomorrow, bringing with it fresh challenges and opportunities. Sleep well, for the journey that lies ahead is one of self-discovery and empowerment.">> [[The next day in the temple of Aphrodite]]

The next morning, sunlight filters through the sheer curtains, bathing the opulent guesthouse in a warm, inviting glow. You, Philtra, wake to find Elara standing over you, her smoldering gaze taking in every inch of your naked body. She is dressed in a revealing outfit of sheer silk that leaves little to the imagination, her body a testament to her status as a Hierodule of Aphrodite.<<dialogue "Elara" "Good morning, my dear. I trust you slept well?">>Her voice is a low, sensual growl that sends a shiver down your spine. You nod, feeling a flush spread across your cheeks as you realize your nakedness. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, thank you. Where is my mother?">>Elara smiles, a predatory glint in her eyes. <<dialogue "Elara" "She has attended to her business and left instructions for me to ensure you are well taken care of.">>She circles the bed, her fingers tracing the curve of your hip, your thigh, and the swell of your breast, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. <<dialogue "Elara" "You are a vision. So pure, so untouched. It is a shame that such beauty must be marred by the trials ahead.">>You feel the excitement in your nerves, your heart pounding in your chest as her touch sends waves of sensation through your body. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do you mean?">>Elara leans in, her breath hot on your ear as she whispers, <<dialogue "Elara" "In Eryx, my word is law. Whatever I say, you will obey without question. Do you understand?">>You swallow hard, nodding in submission. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, I understand.">>She smiles, a cruel and knowing expression that sends a thrill of fear and anticipation through you. <<dialogue "Elara" "Good. Now, let us begin your preparations. I am to take your measurements for new clothes, suitable for a devotee of Aphrodite.">>Elara stands back, her eyes roaming over your body, appraising and hungry. <<dialogue "Elara" "Stand up. Let me see you.">>You hesitate for a moment before complying, rising from the bed and standing before her, your body bare and exposed. Her eyes widen with appreciation, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips as she takes in the sight of you.<<dialogue "Elara" "Turn around, slowly.">>You do as you are told, feeling her gaze like a physical touch, tracing the curves of your body, lingering on your most intimate places. As you complete your turn, Elara steps closer, her hands reaching out to cup your breasts, her thumbs brushing over your nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. [[Elara continues probing you]]

Her hands trail down your body, tracing the curve of your waist, the flare of your hips, and the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. You part your legs slightly, a soft gasp escaping your lips as her fingers find your quim, already wet and ready for her exploration. She takes her time, her fingers delving deep, exploring, probing, searching for the power hidden within your hymen, as Medaea had suggested. She moves with a purpose, her touch both gentle and insistent, stretching you, preparing you for what is to come. You moan, your body arching into her touch, your breath coming in ragged gasps as she brings you to the brink of ecstasy and then backs off, leaving you aching and desperate for more.<<dialogue "Elara" "Your power is there, hidden, waiting to be unleashed. I can feel it, just beneath the surface.">>She spends what feels like an eternity exploring your most intimate place, her fingers moving with a skilled precision, searching for the source of your power. You can feel her fingers, strong and insistent, moving with a purpose, stretching you, preparing you for what is to come. <<pulse>>You moan, your body arching into her touch, your breath coming in ragged gasps as she brings you to the brink of ecstasy and then backs off, leaving you aching and desperate for more.<</pulse>> Elara brings her fingers to her mouth, tasting your juices. <<dialogue "Elara" "Mmm, you taste like honey and sin. Sweet and intoxicating.">>Her eyes never leave yours as she offers her fingers to you, coating your lips with your own essence. <<dialogue "Elara" "Taste yourself. Know your power.">>You suck her fingers, tasting your own juices, a sense of arousal coursing through you. Her eyes darken with desire as she watches you, her breath coming in ragged gasps.<<dialogue "Elara" "That's it. Taste your own power. Know that it is real and it is yours to command.">>Her fingers return to your quim, moving with purpose, stretching you, preparing you for the trials and the unleashing of your true potential. You moan, your body arching into her touch, desperate for more, your mind a whirl of sensations and emotions as you submit to her skilled touch and the power she helps you unlock. [[Elara's instructions]]

Elara, her fingers still buried deep within you, begins to move them in a deliberate, rhythmic motion, her palm grinding against your sensitive nub with each stroke. You gasp, your body arching into her touch, your breath coming in short, desperate pants. She leans in, her voice a low, intense whisper in your ear. <<dialogue "Elara" "Come for me. Let me feel that power surge through you.">>Her fingers curl inside you, hitting a spot that sends waves of pleasure crashing through your body. You cry out, your orgasm ripping through you with a force that leaves you trembling and gasping for breath. She slows her movements, gently coaxing you down from the heights of your ecstasy, her touch soothing and reassuring. As your breathing returns to normal, Elara withdraws her fingers, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. <<dialogue "Elara" "There you go, my dear. That was just a taste of the power within you.">>She stands up, her voice taking on a commanding tone. <<dialogue "Elara" "You are to wear only the clothes provided by the temple. Go up to the third floor of this building where the cloth master is situated. You are to remain naked until you receive the clothes you can wear. Is that understood?">>You hesitate, a flush spreading across your cheeks as you imagine walking through the temple, naked and exposed. <<dialogue "Philtra" "But I don't want to be completely naked in a temple for everyone to see for however many days it takes.">>Her expression turns serious, her eyes flashing with a warning. <<dialogue "Elara" "Whatever I say is to be taken as a command without refusal. You will do as I say, and you will not question my orders. Now, go to the cloth master and await your new attire. Do not keep him waiting.">> [[Get to the third floor]]

You take a deep breath, embracing the sensation of your naked body, the cool air kissing your skin, and the knowledge that you are about to be on display. A thrill of excitement and nervousness courses through you as you step out of your guest room, your body bare and exposed for all to see. As you walk through the temple, every eye turns to you, and the atmosphere shifts, charged with admiration, desire, and awe. Whispers and murmurs fill the air, the sound of your name on their lips sending shivers down your spine.<<dialogue "Random Man" "Is that Medaea's daughter? She's a vision.">><<dialogue "Random Woman" "Look at that body, so pure, so untouched.">><<dialogue "Random Man" "She's going to be a favorite of Aphrodite, mark my words.">>You keep your head held high, your steps confident despite the flush that spreads across your cheeks. You can feel their gazes on you, tracing the curves of your body, lingering on your most intimate places. It's a sensation that is both embarrassing and exhilarating, a heady mix of vulnerability and power. The temple's inhabitants... both men and women, young and old... stop in their tracks, their eyes wide with appreciation and hunger. Some of the bolder individuals reach out, their fingers brushing against your skin, tracing the line of your jaw, your collarbone, and your hips, as if they can't believe you're real. You react to their touches with surprise at first, followed by pleasure, your body responding to the attention, your nipples hardening, and your quim growing wet with arousal. You can see the desire in their eyes, the way their breaths hitch as they take in the sight of you, and it fills you with a sense of power and confidence. A few of the temple's guards, muscular and imposing, lean against the walls, their eyes roaming over your body with a predatory gaze. One of them, a man with a scar across his cheek, whistles low, a slow smile spreading across his face. <<dialogue "Guard" "Well, well, well. Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?">>You meet his gaze, a small smile playing on your lips as you continue to walk, your body swaying with a newfound sensuality. You can feel the power you hold and the way you command their attention, and it's intoxicating. As you make your way to the third floor, the reactions of the temple's inhabitants only serve to fuel your confidence and arousal. You embrace your nudity and the way it makes you feel seen, admired, and desired. And with each step, you grow more comfortable in your own skin, more aware of the power you wield, and more eager to face whatever comes next. [[Speak with the clothmaster]]

As you push open the door to the third floor, you are greeted by a man who is clearly the cloth master. His eyes widen and darken with desire as they roam over your naked body, taking in every curve and line. He licks his lips, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face.<<dialogue "ClothMaster" "Well, well, well. Aren't you a delicious morsel? I am the cloth master, and I think I know exactly what you need.">>He circles you like a shark, his hands reaching out to touch your body, tracing the curve of your waist, the swell of your hips, and the length of your legs. You shiver at his touch, your body responding to his proximity, your nipples hardening, and your quim growing wet with excitement.<<dialogue "ClothMaster" "Such soft skin.">>His fingers dig into your flesh, kneading your body as if it were clay. He leans in, his breath hot on your ear as he whispers, <<dialogue "ClothMaster" "I'm going to enjoy taking your measurements, my dear. Very much indeed.">>His hands roam over your body, squeezing, kneading, and exploring every inch of you. You can feel his erection pressing against you, hard and insistent, as he grinds himself against your hip. You gasp, your body arching into his touch, despite the fact that you know he is taking advantage of you. He spins you around, his hands squeezing your breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure and pain through your body. You moan, your head falling back against his shoulder, your body betraying you as it arches into his touch. He turns you back to face him, his hands cupping your face, his thumbs brushing over your lips. <<dialogue "ClothMaster" "I want to savor this, to take my time and create something truly special for you.">>He steps back, his eyes roaming over your body one last time before he turns to his worktable, his mind already focused on the task at hand. <<dialogue "ClothMaster" "Until then, my dear, you will have to make do with this.">>He hands you a sheer, shimmering fabric, its color a deep, rich red that seems to shift and change in the light. You wrap it around yourself, the cool material contrasting with the heat of your skin, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. [[Wear the alternative cloth]]

You wrap the sheer, shimmering fabric around yourself, the cool material sending shivers down your spine. But as it settles against your skin, you immediately realize that something is amiss. A wave of arousal washes over you, your body responding to the fabric in a way that is both intense and overwhelming. Your nipples harden, your quim grows wet, and your breath comes in ragged gasps as the fabric seems to heighten every sensation, every touch, every thought. You look down at the fabric, your eyes widening as you understand its purpose. This is the cloth that the Hierodules wove, the one that makes the wearer uncontrollably aroused. You quickly discard it, standing naked and exposed before the cloth master, your body flushed with the residual arousal.<<dialogue "Philtra" "That fabric does something to me. I need proper clothes, something that won't affect me in such a way.">>He looks at you, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans back in his chair, his eyes roaming over your naked body. <<dialogue "ClothMaster" "Ah, you've figured it out, haven't you? Yes, that fabric is special, woven with the power of the Hierodules themselves. But I was instructed to give you only that fabric.">>He stands up, his movements deliberate as he walks over to a mannequin where two sets of clothes are laid out. <<dialogue "ClothMaster" "I have taken the liberty of creating two sets for you. One contains the normal fabric, and the other contains the special fabric you just discarded. But I must confess, I was instructed to give you only the special fabric.">>He turns to you, his expression serious. <<dialogue "ClothMaster" "However, if you were to... please me, I would be more than happy to provide you with the cloth made of the normal fabric. The choice is yours, my dear.">>He gestures to the two sets of clothes, a challenging glint in his eyes as he awaits your decision. [[Choose the normal cloth]] [[Choose the special cloth]]

You stand before him, your naked body flushed with embarrassment because of the special fabric. You take a deep breath, your voice steady as you make your choice.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I will take the normal fabric. I do not wish to face the trials of Aphrodite while under the influence of such a powerful garment. I need to keep a clear mind and body for what lies ahead.">>His eyes narrow slightly, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans back in his chair, his eyes roaming over your body. <<dialogue "ClothMaster" "Very well, but I must remind you of our agreement. If you wish for the normal fabric, you must first please me.">>You nod, a determined expression on your face as you step closer to him, your body pressing against his as you lower yourself to your knees. You can feel his erection, hard and insistent, pressing against your thigh as you position yourself between his legs. This is your first time with a man, and a flurry of nerves and anticipation courses through you. He leans back, his hands resting on the arms of his chair, a satisfied smile on his face as he watches you, awaiting your touch. You reach out, your hands trembling slightly as you unbuckle his belt, the sound of the leather echoing in the quiet room. You pull down his pants, his phallus springing free, hard and ready for you. You take a moment to appreciate the sight, your heart pounding in your chest as you realize that this is your first time seeing a man's phallus up close. You take a deep breath, your eyes locked onto his as you lean in, your tongue flicking out to taste the tip of his phallus. He groans, his hips bucking slightly as you take him into your mouth, your lips stretching to accommodate his size. You begin to move slowly, your head bobbing up and down, your tongue swirling around his phallus, and your hands gripping the base, stroking in time with your mouth. You are tentative at first, unsure of what you are doing, but his groans of pleasure spur you on, giving you the confidence to continue. He groans, his hands reaching out to tangle in your hair, guiding your movements, setting the pace. You can feel his power, his dominance, as he takes control, using your mouth for his pleasure. You relax, allowing him to set the rhythm, your body responding to his touch, your own arousal building despite the situation and your nervousness.<<dialogue "ClothMaster" "That's it, take it all. Let me feel that talented mouth of yours. You're a natural.">><<wobble>>You obey, taking him deeper, your gag reflex kicking in as you fight to relax, to take him fully into your throat. He groans, his hips bucking, his hands tightening in your hair as he holds you in place, his phallus pulsing in your throat. You breathe through your nose, your eyes watering as you take him as deep as you can, your body trembling with the effort. <</wobble>> <<set $aphroditefavor -= 1>><<set $courage -= 2>><<set $sexualtiy += 3>> [[The Clothmaster Continues]]

You stand tall and proud, your naked body on display, your eyes locked onto his. You take a deep breath, your voice steady and confident as you make your choice.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I will take the special fabric. I am a devotee of Aphrodite, and I will not shy away from the consequences of such a powerful garment. If this is a test of my willpower and control, then so be it. I will face it head-on and emerge stronger for it.">>His eyes widen in surprise, and a slow smile spreads across his face, with respect and admiration shining in his eyes. <<dialogue "ClothMaster" "You are a brave one. Many would have chosen the easier path, but you have chosen to face this challenge with courage and determination. I admire that.">>He gestures to the set of clothes made with the special fabric, his voice filled with a newfound respect. <<dialogue "ClothMaster" "Very well. I will not stand in your way. But remember, this fabric will heighten your senses, your desires, and your arousal. You must be prepared to face the consequences and learn to control your responses.">>You nod, your expression resolute as you step forward and take the proffered garment. You wrap it around yourself, the cool material once again sending shivers down your spine, the arousal building within you, but this time, you embrace it, determined to master it.<<dialogue "ClothMaster" "You have my respect. And should you ever need assistance in controlling this power, do not hesitate to seek me out. I will be here to guide you.">>With a final nod, you turn and walk out of the room, your body flushed with arousal, your mind focused and determined. You hold your head high, your steps confident as you make your way through the temple, the eyes of the inhabitants once again turning to you, their whispers and murmurs filling the air. But this time, you do not falter. This time, you embrace the power of the fabric, the power of your arousal, and the power of your own determination. You are Philtra, devotee of Aphrodite, and you will not be swayed.<<set $aphroditefavor += 5>><<set $sexuality += 1>><<set $courage += 2>> [[Meetup with Elara and Medaea]]

With your new set of clothes on, you make your way down to the first floor of the building, your steps confident despite the events that have just transpired. As you enter the grand hall, you see Elara and Medaea deep in conversation, their voices low and serious. They turn as you approach, their eyes taking in your appearance, with approval and something else... perhaps a hint of pride... shining in their eyes. Elara steps forward, a slow smile spreading across her face as she circles you, appraising your new attire. <<dialogue "Elara" "You look presentable. The cloth master has outdone himself. But tell me, how do you feel?">>You take a deep breath, your voice steady as you meet her gaze. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I feel ready. Ready to face whatever comes next.">>Elara nods, a serious expression replacing her smirk. <<dialogue "Elara" "The time has come for you to make a choice. Would you like to take the initiation trials right away, or would you prefer to start your training with the other initiates in the Academy first?">>Medaea steps forward, her expression thoughtful as she looks at you. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I suggest you take the time to train with the other initiates. The trials are not to be taken lightly, and the more prepared you are, the better your chances of success. But ultimately, the decision is yours to make.">>You look from Elara to Medaea, their expressions serious, awaiting your response. You take a moment to consider your options, the weight of your decision settling heavily on your shoulders. The choice is yours, and with it, your future as a devotee of Aphrodite hangs in the balance. [[Start the trial|Elara 20]] [[Start the training]]

You look between them, their serious expressions mirroring the gravity of your decision. You take a deep breath, your choice clear in your mind.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I'll start training with the other initiates. Being prepared is key, and I want to give it my all.">>A proud smile spreads across her face. <<dialogue "Elara" "Smart choice. Let's get started on this journey.">>Your mother offers a warm, reassuring smile. <<dialogue "Medaea" "You've made a great decision. I'll be here supporting you every step of the way.">>The next morning, you're up with the sun, eager to begin. As you head to the training grounds, you're surprised to see her waiting for you, a determined look in her eyes.<<dialogue "Elara" "I'm going to be training you personally. You're important to our plans, and I want to make sure you're given the best instruction.">>You're honored and a bit nervous, but you're ready to give it your all. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thanks. I won't disappoint you.">>Your mother, meanwhile, is assigned to administrative tasks within the academy, working with the other initiates to keep things running smoothly. She dives into her duties with the same dedication and focus she brings to everything, earning respect and admiration from those around her. Your mother's presence, though not physically by your side in training, is a constant source of strength and motivation. Knowing she's safe and contributing to the academy gives you a sense of peace and drive. You throw yourself into your training with everything you've got, determined to make both of you proud. [[The training begins|Elara 1]]

As you sat there, clutching your mother's hand, a strategy took shape in your mind... a way to alleviate her anguish and bolster your father's standing. You knew that a confrontation would only exacerbate the pain and bitterness. You would use your strengths to sway the powerful to ensure your family's safety and happiness. Your plan was straightforward yet bold: you would enchant key senators and royal family members, employing your charm, beauty, and magical allure to garner their favor and exert pressure on King Basileos. With their backing, you could demand Mnemonides' removal from power and secure your father, Peregrine, as the new general of the king's army. You envisioned their expressions as you entered their chambers, your presence commanding and irresistible. You would harness your magic to amplify your allure, ensuring they were utterly captivated, eager to fulfill your every desire. With each success, you would amass more power and influence, inching closer to your ultimate goal. You gripped your mother's hand tightly, a resolute smile spreading across your lips as you made your silent pledge.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Don't worry, Mother. Everything will work out in the end. We just need to have faith and trust in the gods to guide us on the right path. They will ensure that Father receives the respect and recognition he deserves, and we will overcome any challenges that come our way.">> [[Recruit Kaelen]] [[Recruit Seraphina]] Dev Note: Please make a save here for trying out a different route in the next playthrough

Kaelen guided you through the crowded marketplace, his arms filled with purchases from various shops. He halted in front of an exclusive tailor's establishment, a predatory grin spreading across his face. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Philtra, for your upcoming encounter, you need to make a striking impression. Let's find something that will seize every eye and ensnare my father's undivided attention.">>He gently ushered you into the shop, where the tailor greeted them with a deep bow. <<dialogue "Tailor" "Welcome! How may I be of service to you today?">>Kaelen's eyes sparkled with mischief as he turned to you. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "We require a gown that will make Philtra the most alluring woman in any gathering. We need a gown that is lavish, captivating, and exceedingly costly. No cost should be spared.">>The tailor's eyes lit up with enthusiasm, and he promptly began taking your measurements, jotting down your preferences, and discussing fabric options. Kaelen, meanwhile, grew increasingly eager, his hands exploring as he "assisted" the tailor, brushing against your breasts and hips, making you acutely aware of his proximity. As the tailor presented various fabrics... silks, velvets, and laces in rich, deep hues... Kaelen's touches became more daring. He ran his fingers through your hair, his breath hot on your neck as he murmured, <<dialogue "Kaelen" "You're going to be irresistible. The fantasy of every man.">>You could feel his arousal, hard and insistent, pressing against your hip as he stood behind you, his hands roaming freely over your body. You tolerated it, understanding that the sensation was a small concession for your greater goal. In fact, you found yourself partially enjoying the attention, the shivers his touch sent down your spine, and the hitching of his breath as he explored your body. [[Let Kaelen Continue]] [[Stop Kaelen]]

Kaelen escorted you through the imposing halls of his family's estate, your heart thumping with a blend of excitement and anxiety. Clad in the lavish, expensive gown he had procured for you, the deep red fabric caught the light, highlighting every contour of your figure. The plunging neckline offered a generous view of your cleavage, and the high slit in the skirt provided enticing glimpses of your thigh with each step. Your hair was elegantly styled and accessorized with gold ornaments, while kohl-lined eyes completed your exotic, alluring look. He halted before an imposing, ornate door and turned to you, his expression grave. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "This is my father's study. He's awaiting our arrival. I'll make the introduction and then take my leave, allowing you to discuss your... business privately.">>He pushed open the door, revealing a vast room lined with bookshelves, maps, and an array of artifacts. Behind an enormous desk sat Eamon, Kaelen's father, his eyes widening and darkening with admiration as they took in your appearance. He rose, his gaze traversing your body, a slow, appreciative smile spreading across his face.<<dialogue "Eamon" "By the gods, you are a sight to behold. Kaelen, you failed to mention we'd be graced by such... delightful company.">>Kaelen made the introduction. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Father, may I present Philtra, a dear friend. She wishes to discuss a matter of significance with you.">>Eamon's gaze lingered on you a moment longer before he nodded, a predatory spark in his eyes. <<dialogue "Eamon" "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Philtra. I must commend you; that gown is truly exquisite.">>With a nod to you, Kaelen exited the room, closing the door behind him and leaving you alone with Eamon. You drew a deep breath, your chest rising and falling with the movement, capturing Eamon's attention. You knew you had his focus, and you were ready to leverage that to your advantage.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Senator Eamon, I am here to discuss a matter of great importance to me and my family. I believe it is crucial to relieve Mnemonides, the current general of the king's army, of his duties.">> [[The proposal to Eamon]]

Eamon leaned back in his chair, his eyes locked onto yours, his voice a deep, authoritative rumble. <<dialogue "Eamon" "Your argument is persuasive, but the risks are enormous. Mnemonides is an immortal with vast power. Opposing him could cost me everything, even my life.">>He paused, his gaze intense and hungry. <<dialogue "Eamon" "Persuade me. Demonstrate that you are worth the gamble. Make me believe that the benefits outweigh the hazards.">>You smiled, a slow, seductive curve of your lips as you moved closer, your voice a husky whisper. You began to disrobe, your actions deliberate and measured, your eyes never leaving his. You let the gown slide from your shoulders, exposing your breasts to his eager gaze. His eyes darkened with lust, his breathing growing ragged. You turned slightly, offering him a teasing view of your profile, your breasts, and your arse. You could see your effect on him; his phallus strained against his clothes, and his hands gripped the chair arms tightly, as if to hold himself back. You relished the power you held, the way he reacted to your every movement. Kneeling before him, you placed your hands on his thighs and leaned in, your breath hot on his ear. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Touch me, my lord. Show me your desires.">>His hands trembled slightly as they explored your body, squeezing your hips, your arse, and your thighs, his touch sending shivers of anticipation through you. You guided his hands, directing how and where to touch you, subtly taking control to ensure your pleasure was maximized. Turning around, you leaned over the arm of his chair, offering yourself to him, your arse presented itself invitingly. He took a moment to appreciate the view before his hands began to roam, squeezing and kneading, his touch firm and commanding. You moaned, pushing back against him, encouraging him, your body arching, your breasts pressing against the cool wood, your nipples hard and aching. <<bounce>>His hands moved to your quim, his fingers parting your folds, exploring your sensitive flesh. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste you, a low growl of approval escaping his chest. He began to feast on you, his tongue exploring every inch of your sensitive flesh, his hands gripping your hips, holding you in place as he devoured you.<</bounce>> <<set $sexuality += 1>> <<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> <<set $persuasion -= 1>> <<set $seduction += 1>> [[Eamon continues]]

Eamon observed you with a blend of contentment and respect as you finished dressing, his breathing still uneven from their intense encounter. Leaning back in his chair, he adopted a contemplative expression, delving into the intricacies of the power dynamics within which he operated.<<dialogue "Eamon" "The merchant's guild is the lifeblood of our city's economy. It governs the flow of goods, the markets, and ultimately, the wealth that courses through our streets. The guild is steered by four principal families, each wielding unique influence and power.">>He listed the families, marking them off on his fingers. <<dialogue "Eamon" "First, there's my own house, the House of Eamon. We oversee the trade routes and the import of luxury goods. Second is the House of Lucius, which manages the grain and livestock markets, ensuring the polis is well-fed. Third is the House of Cassian, specialists in textiles and clothing, outfitting everyone from the poorest beggar to the wealthiest noble. Lastly, the House of Silas, which deals in precious metals and gemstones, supplies the city's jewelers and goldsmiths.">>Eamon paused, his gaze locking onto yours, his expression intense. <<dialogue "Eamon" "United, these four families wield tremendous power. If we align, we can sway the king and the polis in ways others can only imagine. This includes ousting Mnemonides and installing your father, Peregrine, as the new general.">>He rose from his chair, circling his desk to stand before you, his presence dominating and formidable. <<dialogue "Eamon" "I promise you this, Philtra: I will convene a clandestine meeting with the leaders of the other three families. I will introduce you, and together, we will present your case. But remember, you must employ your charms and intellect to persuade them. They are cunning men, not easily won over.">>Taking your hands in his, his grip firm and reassuring, he continued, <<dialogue "Eamon" "If all four families unite, we can leverage our collective wealth and influence to pressure the king. We can compel him to remove Mnemonides and appoint Peregrine as the new general. But it will require all of our power combined to achieve this.">>You looked up at him, your eyes shining with resolve and excitement. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand, Eamon. I will make every effort to persuade them. I will utilize every asset I possess to ensure my father assumes the position he merits, and Mnemonides is stripped of his power.">>He smiled, a slow, assured curve of his lips. <<dialogue "Eamon" "I have every confidence in you, Philtra. Your beauty, intelligence, and resolve will make you a formidable presence. Together, we will enact the change our polis desperately needs.">> [[Go to the secret meeting]]

You turned to Eamon, a grateful smile on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Eamon. For everything. I will not let you down">>He nodded, a serious expression on his face.<<dialogue "Eamon" "I know you won't. Now go, rest, and prepare yourself for the challenges ahead">>With a final nod, you left the room. You made your way back to your family's residence, your mind racing with the tasks that lay ahead. You found Kaelen waiting for you in the entrance hall, a concerned look on his face.<<dialogue "Kaelen" "Are you alright? What happened in there?">>You smiled, squeezing his hand reassuringly. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm fine, Kaelen. Actually, I'm more than fine. Thank you for the introduction. I owe you one.">>He grinned, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Anytime. I'm here to help.">>A few days later, Eamon escorted you to a secret location, a hidden chamber deep within the merchant's guild hall. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. Eamon stood by the door, his expression serious and focused.<<dialogue "Eamon" "Are you ready?">>You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what was to come. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am.">>He nodded, opening the door to reveal a circular chamber, the walls lined with ornate tapestries and candles casting a warm, flickering light. In the center of the room, three figures sat at a large, circular table, their eyes turning to you as you entered. [[The royal houses of the merchant guild of Olympia]]

You stepped forward, your voice clear and confident as you addressed the guild members. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Noble lords and ladies, I stand before you to address a matter crucial to our polis. I propose we consider replacing Mnemonides with my father, Peregrine, as general. My father offers extensive experience, tactical genius, and a deep understanding of our polis's needs.">>You turned to Agamemnon, holding his gaze. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Agamemnon, as a strategist, you know a great leader combines power with wisdom and adaptability. Mnemonides, though formidable, lacks the flexibility and forward-thinking approach our polis requires. Peregrine, with his vast military experience and strategic insight, can provide the innovative leadership needed to tackle modern threats.">>Agamemnon leaned back, his fingers steepled as he considered your words. <<dialogue "Agamemnon" "Your points are valid, Philtra, but Mnemonides' immortality offers significant advantages, ensuring stability and continuity in leadership, crucial for our polis's defense.">>You nodded, acknowledging his concern. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Immortality doesn't guarantee effective leadership or adaptability. Peregrine's mortality makes him accountable and responsive to our polis's immediate needs. His leadership will be dynamic and focused on the present, not the past.">>Turning to Helena, you offered a respectful smile. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Helena, as a savvy businesswoman, you value smart investments. With Peregrine as general, you gain a leader invested in the polis's prosperity. His success is tied to the polis's, benefiting your ventures. Mnemonides, with his immortal perspective, might not always align his strategies with our polis's immediate economic benefits.">>Helena's expression softened, her eyes thoughtful. <<dialogue "Helena" "You make a compelling argument. Economic growth under Peregrine is appealing, but the political risks of removing Mnemonides are substantial.">>You leaned in, your voice low and persuasive. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Helena, consider the long-term gains. With Peregrine in power, you can influence policies benefiting your interests. Peregrine's mortality allows him to be receptive to negotiation and collaboration, thereby amplifying your voice. Peregrine's long-term benefits and stability outweigh the short-term risks">> [[Handling Cassandra]]

As the guild meeting concluded, you accompanied Cassandra to her estate, resolved to sway her opinion. Her residence was grand, a testament to her affluence and influence. She guided you to her private chambers, an extravagant room adorned with luxurious furnishings and a grand bed.<<dialogue "Cassandra" "I respect your tenacity, but Mnemonides' immortality offers stability. His removal might invite chaos.">>You held her gaze steadfastly. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Cassandra, immortality doesn't assure competent leadership. Peregrine's mortality makes him accountable and attuned to the polis's needs. His leadership will be adaptable and proactive.">>Cassandra shook her head. <<dialogue "Cassandra" "The risks are immense. Mnemonides has been a reliable servant, and his immortality promises stability.">>Seeing that logic alone wouldn't persuade her, you opted to employ your allure. You moved closer, your voice a low, enticing whisper. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Often, the most persuasive arguments aren't conveyed through words alone.">> [[Convince Cassandra]] [[Threaten Cassandra]]

You cradled her face, kissing her passionately. Cassandra initially resisted but soon yielded, her body responding to your touch. You undressed her slowly, your fingers tracing her skin, sending shivers through her. You admired her body, murmuring,<<dialogue "Philtra" "You are exquisite.">>Gently guiding her to the bed, you pressed your body against hers, your lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss. Your hands explored her body, squeezing, caressing, and teasing. You trailed kisses down her neck, collarbone, and breasts, your tongue flicking out to taste and tease. Cassandra moaned, her body arching, her hands tangling in your hair. <<dialogue "Cassandra" "Yes. Please, don't stop.">>You moved lower, your tongue tracing a path down her stomach, hips, and thighs. You feasted on her, your tongue circling her clit, your fingers entering her, curling up to hit that special spot.<<shake>> Her body convulsed as her orgasm ripped through her, leaving her trembling and gasping for breath.<</shake>> You continued to lick and suck gently, coaxing every last shudder of pleasure from her body. Cassandra looked up at you, her eyes glazed with pleasure, her chest heaving. <<dialogue "Cassandra" "Philtra... that was... incredible.">>You smiled, leaning down to capture her lips in a gentle, lingering kiss. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm glad you think so. Now, let me show you more.">>Quickly shedding your own clothes, your eyes never leaving hers. You saw the desire in her gaze as she took in your naked body. You straddled her, your quim pressing against her thigh, your moisture coating her skin as you ground against her. Reaching down, you guided her hand to your quim, showing her how to touch you, how to pleasure you. Her fingers found your clit, circling and teasing, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You moaned, your head falling back, your body arching into her touch. <<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> <<set $sexuality += 1>> <<set $seduction += 1>> [[Finish what you started with Cassandra]]

You departed from Cassandra's estate, a content smile on your face, your body still tingling from your encounter. You returned to Eamon's residence, eager to report your success. Eamon was in his study, engrossed in documents, but he looked up as you entered, a knowing smile spreading across his face. <<dialogue "Eamon" "Philtra, I take it your meeting with Cassandra was... productive?">>You matched his smile, a seductive spark in your eye. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Very productive, indeed. Cassandra has agreed to support the proposal. She understands the benefits and is willing to take the risk.">>Eamon leaned back, his fingers steepled, a pensive look on his face. <<dialogue "Eamon" "Excellent. I am glad to hear that. I have no doubt that your... persuasive skills played a significant role in changing her mind.">>You shrugged, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Let's just say that sometimes, actions speak louder than words.">>Eamon chuckled, rising and circling his desk to stand before you. He placed a hand on your shoulder, his grip firm and reassuring. <<dialogue "Eamon" "You've done well. I will proceed with the plan. The guild will unite and approach the king with our new proposal. We'll present a united front, demanding that Mnemonides be removed and your father, Peregrine, be installed as the new general.">>He paused, his expression grave. <<dialogue "Eamon" "This won't be easy, but with all four guild families in agreement, we have the power to make this happen. Await my summons. I'll send for you as soon as we have more information.">>You nodded, resolve in your eyes. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand. I will be ready.">>Eamon smiled, pride and admiration shining in his eyes. <<dialogue "Eamon" "I have no doubt that you will be. Now, go and rest. You have earned it.">> <<set $persuasion += 1>> <<set $intellect += 1>> [[After a few days|Croesus 1]]

You pondered your options and decided that Vespasian's influence with Mnemonides and King Basileos would be crucial in achieving your goals more swiftly. You pulled Seraphina aside privately to discuss your plan.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Seraphina, I need your help. I've decided to meet with Vespasian. His connections could expedite my plans significantly.">>Seraphina looked at you, her expression one of concern. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "I get why you're doing this, but you should be prepared for what you're getting into. My father's rise to power isn't pretty. He hosts private, expensive orgies for the royal families, and yes, Mnemonides attends. These events are his way of maintaining influence and power.">>She took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly as she continued, <<dialogue "Seraphina" "And there's something personal I need to share. Something I don't talk about often. My father sold my virginity to a royal family member for a huge sum. I was just a commodity to him, a means to an end. And it doesn't stop there... he forces me to attend these orgies whenever he needs more women. It's humiliating, and I hate him for it.">>Seraphina's eyes welled up with tears as she confessed, <<dialogue "Seraphina" "I carry this burden every day. But I admire your courage and your cause. If meeting my father will help you, then I'll introduce you. Just be prepared for the man he is.">>She took a deep, shuddering breath, her tears spilling over as she continued, <<dialogue "Seraphina" "And to make matters worse, I've had to endure Mnemonides himself during these orgies. He's a brutal man, ruthless and merciless in his desires. He used his immortality as an excuse to take whatever he wanted from me, whenever he wanted it.">>She shuddered violently, her voice dropping to a horrified whisper, <<dialogue "Seraphina" "He didn't care about my pleasure or my consent. It was all about his own gratification. He grabbed me by the hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, and pulled me onto him. He impaled me, his thrusts deep and punishing, like he was trying to break me in half. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, and leaving marks on my skin. He leaned in, his hot breath on my neck, his teeth nipping and biting my skin, marking me as his property. It wasn't sex; it was a conquest, a domination. He used my body for his pleasure, taking what he wanted, leaving me sore, bruised, and aching long after he was finished. It felt more like an assault than anything else. I hated him for it, and I hated my father for putting me in that position, for selling me to that monster time and time again.">> [[Console Seraphina]]

You listened to Seraphina's harrowing account, your heart aching for her and your resolve hardening. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Has Mnemonides ever approached you in the streets or elsewhere outside of these orgies?">>Seraphina shook her head, her voice steady despite the tears. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "No, he never has. The rules of these orgies are strict: every woman must wear a mask of their own choosing, but we are allowed to wear nothing else. Our identities are kept secret, and the men are not supposed to acknowledge us outside of these events. This is how my father maintains the secrecy and exclusivity that keeps these powerful men coming back.">>You felt a glimmer of hope at this revelation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "So, if I wear a mask, I can maintain my anonymity?">>Seraphina nodded. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "Yes, that's correct. As long as you wear a mask, no one will know it's you. But there's something else you should know. I can prepare a special toxin for you, one that affects a man's reasoning and makes him uncontrollably rage. You can slip this into Mnemonides' wine and then escape immediately. He will rage out, killing everyone in the orgy.">>Seraphina's eyes flashed with hatred. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "This will anger many powerful people, including my father and possibly the king himself, but it will also remove Mnemonides from the equation. His immortality protects him from death, but this poison will drive him into a frenzy, making him a danger to everyone around him. With him out of the way, the path will be clear for your father, Peregrine, to take his place as the new general.">>Seraphina took your hand, her grip tight and resolute. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "I'm doing this for you, but also for myself. I hate my father and Mnemonides for what they've done to me, and I want to see them suffer. This is our chance to strike back and change the course of our lives.">> <<set $courage += 1>> [[Steal the mask]]

With their plan set, you both dispersed, each with a clear task ahead. Seraphina returned to her house, her mind focused on the toxin she needed to prepare. She gathered the necessary ingredients, her hands moving with practiced ease as she mixed and brewed the potent concoction. The house was quiet, the only sound the soft bubbling of the cauldron and the occasional snap of the fire. Meanwhile, you made your way back to your own home, your heart pounding with nervousness. You slipped inside, making sure not to draw any attention to yourself. You knew exactly where to find what you needed: the "Eros’s Visage," a mask hidden deep within your mother's wardrobe. Medaea had stashed it away, a relic from her own adventures, and you hoped it would serve your purpose well. You retrieved the mask, its intricate design and delicate craftsmanship a testament to its divine origins. You admired it for a moment, feeling a surge of determination. With the mask secured, you made your way back to Seraphina's house, eager to finalize your plans. Seraphina answered the door, her expression serious and focused. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "I have the toxin ready. It's potent and will do exactly what we need it to. Are you ready for this?">>You nodded, holding up the mask. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I have the mask, and I am ready. Let's end this.">> [[Meet Vespasian]]

Seraphina led you through the grand halls of her family's estate, the air thick with anticipation and the scent of expensive incense. She knocked on a heavy wooden door, and a deep voice bade them enter. Vespasian sat behind a large desk, his eyes sharp and calculating as he looked up at you both. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "Seraphina, what is the meaning of this?">>Seraphina stepped forward, her voice steady and confident. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "Father, this is Philtra. She wishes to be included in the next orgy. I vouch for her discretion and her ability to keep the secrets of our gatherings.">>Vespasian's eyes narrowed as he looked you over, his gaze lingering on your body, taking in every curve and line. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "I appreciate your request, but the secrecy of these events is paramount. We cannot risk exposure.">>He paused, his eyes never leaving yours, a hungry look in his eyes as he took in your beauty. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "However, I am intrigued by you. Perhaps we can make an exception, a test of sorts. If you can prove your discretion and your... abilities, then perhaps you can join us.">>He stood up, walking around the desk to stand in front of you, his presence imposing and dominant. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "Seraphina, stay and observe. This will be a test for both of you.">>He began to undress you slowly, his fingers tracing the lines of your body, sending shivers of anticipation and trepidation through you. He took his time, exploring every inch of your skin, his touch firm and possessive. He spent a long time exploring your quim, his fingers delving deep, his thumb circling your nub, drawing out moans of pleasure from you despite yourself. He then moved lower, his fingers probing your anus, teasing and exploring, his touch sending jolts of pleasure and surprise through your body. Seraphina stood beside you, her breath coming in short gasps, her eyes wide with arousal as she watched her father's examination of you. You could feel her desire, her need, and her arousal matching your own, the room filling with a heady mix of pheromones and anticipation. <<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> [[Convince Vespasian]]

Vespasian's fingers continued their intimate exploration, focusing on your hymen, stretching and probing, his touch sending waves of pleasure and anticipation through your body. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "You are a virgin. That is a rare and precious gift. Convince me that you are worthy of our exclusive gatherings.">>You knew exactly what he wanted. You sank to your knees, your hands shaking slightly as you reached for his pants, your eyes locked onto his. He watched you, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his phallus already hard and throbbing, eager for your touch. You slowly pulled down his pants, his phallus springing free, thick and pulsating with desire. You leaned in, your tongue flicking out to taste him, swirling around the sensitive tip, drawing a groan of pleasure from him. You took him fully into your mouth, your lips stretching to accommodate his girth, your tongue exploring every inch of him, and your throat relaxing to take him deeper. You moved your head back and forth, your hands gripping his hips, your mouth and tongue working in perfect harmony to pleasure him. It was your first time with a man, but your body knew exactly what to do, your instincts guiding you as you sensed his needs, his desires. Seraphina stood beside you, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her eyes wide with arousal as she watched your performance. You could feel her desire, her need, and her arousal matching your own, the room filling with a heady mix of pheromones and anticipation. Her nipples were hard, pressing against the fabric of her dress, her thighs clenching together as she watched you take her father's phallus deep into your throat. Vespasian groaned, his hands tangling in your hair, guiding your movements, his hips thrusting gently to meet your mouth. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "That's it. Take it all. You're a natural. You feel incredible.">>You could feel his body tensing, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, and his hands gripping your hair tightly as he held you in place. With a final, deep thrust, he came, his seed spilling into your mouth, hot and thick. You swallowed every last drop, your throat working to take it all, your eyes watering slightly from the effort, both his saliva and his seed dripping down your chin. Vespasian looked down at you, a satisfied and smug smile on his face, his chest heaving with exertion. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "Well done. You have more than passed the test. You will be included in all our future orgies. Your discretion and your... talents will be an invaluable addition to our gatherings.">>He helped you to your feet, his touch gentle yet firm and appreciative. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "Welcome to our exclusive circle. I have no doubt that you will fit in perfectly and provide endless entertainment for our esteemed guests.">> [[Ask Seraphina for help]]

Later that evening, you and Seraphina stole a quiet moment together, the events of the day still fresh in your minds.<<dialogue "Seraphina" "There's something I need to talk to you about. I think you should attend one of the orgies first, just to get a feel for the place and what happens there. Let's make sure Mnemonides isn't there for your first time.">>You nodded, seeing the logic in her plan. <<dialogue "Philtra" "That sounds like a good idea. I want to be ready for whatever comes my way.">>Seraphina continued, her expression thoughtful. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "Look, if something goes wrong and Vespasian finds out it was you, he'll put two and two together and figure out you were behind it. We need to make sure your involvement stays a secret until the right moment. So, you'll go to one orgy without Mnemonides first, and then we'll plan the one with him.">>She hesitated, her voice dropping even lower. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "I'm sorry, but I won't be able to be there with you for the orgy with Mnemonides. I'm still too scared of him, and I can't risk being there if things go south. You'll have to handle that one on your own, but I promise I'll be cheering you on from the sidelines and doing everything I can to support you.">>Seraphina gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "I know this is a big ask, but I have faith in you. You're strong and brave, and I know you can pull this off. Together, we can make this happen and get the revenge we both want.">> [[Attend the first orgy]]

You decided to follow Seraphina's plan, eager to gain the experience and confidence you needed for the task ahead. For your first orgy, you chose to wear the "Eros’s Visage" mask, its intricate design and divine origins giving you a sense of power and anonymity. Seraphina accompanied you to the orgy with a mask of her own, her presence a source of comfort and support. As you approached the grand estate where the event was held, Seraphina took your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "Remember, stay confident and keep your mask on at all times. No one will know it's you unless you choose to reveal yourself.">>You both stripped out of your clothes and headed inside. Inside, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation and desire. Seraphina led you through the crowded rooms, her voice low as she explained the layout. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "This is the main gathering area where everyone mingles before the main event.">>She pointed to a specific area, her voice barely a whisper. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "Over there is where Mnemonides usually sits. His wine cup will be placed on the table beside him. Make sure you remember this so that when the time comes, you can execute your plan without hesitation.">>You nodded, committing the details to memory. Seraphina continued, her tone serious. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "Stay close to me tonight, and observe everything. Learn the dynamics, the expectations, and the power plays at work. This will be invaluable when you return for the orgy with Mnemonides.">> [[Involve yourself in the orgy]]

As you scanned the room, you recognized famous faces... royals, senators, and high-ranking army officials. The air was thick with anticipation and the scent of expensive perfumes and oils. Seraphina leaned in, her voice a low, sultry whisper. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "We need to participate. If we just stand here, people will get suspicious.">>You nodded, understanding her point. You both began to circulate, Seraphina's hand resting lightly on your arm as she introduced you to various men. Almost immediately, men started to flock towards you, drawn to your mask and the air of mystery you exuded. You were the center of attention, with multiple men vying for your attention, their eyes hungry and eager. A handsome royal, his eyes gleaming with lust, approached Seraphina first. He pulled her close, his hands rough and demanding as they roamed over her body. He squeezed her breast, his fingers pinching her nipples hard enough to make her gasp. He pushed her down onto a nearby couch, his phallus already hard and ready. He entered her roughly, his thrusts deep and brutal, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her against him as he pounded into her. Seraphina cried out, her body arching to meet his thrusts, her breasts bouncing with each impact. Meanwhile, you found yourself surrounded by three eager men, their hands already on your body, exploring, squeezing, and teasing. You knelt before them, your hands working quickly to undo their pants, their phalluses springing free, hard and throbbing. You took one into your mouth, your lips and tongue working in tandem to pleasure him, your hand stroking another, and your other hand reaching out to tease the third, your fingers wrapping around his shaft, squeezing and stroking in time with your movements. The man in your mouth groaned, his hands tangling in your hair, guiding your movements, his hips thrusting gently to meet your lips. You could feel the other two men's bodies tensing, their breath coming in short, sharp gasps as you brought them all to the edge of ecstasy. You expertly brought the first man to the brink of orgasm, then pulled back, a seductive smile on your lips as you stood up, your body pressing against his. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Not so fast. I have other plans for you.">> [[Enjoy yourself]]

A few days after the orgy, Seraphina reached out to you, her message urgent and to the point. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "It's time. Mnemonides will be at the next orgy. We need to execute our plan.">>You felt ready. You both decided to wear your respective masks, the "Eros’s Visage" for you and Seraphina's own mask, a beautiful and mysterious piece that hid her identity just as effectively. As you prepared, you couldn't help but reflect on the power of your mask. You remembered how different men had called you different names, each seeing something unique and desirable in you. One had called you "Aphrodite," another "Helena," and yet another "Cleopatra." You realized that the mask had the power to transform how others saw you, making them see the woman of their deepest desires rather than who you truly were. This realization gave you a sense of control and confidence. You understood that behind the mask, you could be anyone, and that power was intoxicating. You were no longer just Philtra; you were a goddess, a fantasy, a desire made flesh. And with that knowledge, you were ready to face Mnemonides and carry out your plan. You met Seraphina at her estate, both of you clad in elegant, form-fitting gowns that left little to the imagination. Your masks were secure, your identities hidden behind the intricate designs. Seraphina looked at you, her eyes reflecting a sense of fear. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "Are you ready?">>You nodded, a confident smile playing on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am. Let's do this.">> [[Wait for Mnemonides to arrive]]

You and Seraphina retreated to her private chambers, the atmosphere heavy with what was to come. You both started to undress, your clothes slipping off your bodies and pooling on the floor. Naked and exposed, you felt a surge of power and vulnerability, your mask is the only barrier between you and the desires of others. Seraphina turned to you, her voice steady and serious. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "Remember the plan. I won't be participating tonight. I'll come in as a cupbearer to refill Mnemonides' wine with the toxin. You're on your own with the other guests until he gets here.">>You nodded, a determined look in your eyes. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand. I'm ready.">>With your masks securely in place, you both left the chambers and entered the orgy. The room was a flurry of activity, bodies already entwined, moans and gasps filling the air. You took a deep breath, letting the sensations wash over you as you prepared to play your part. Seraphina slipped away to prepare the wine, leaving you to navigate the crowd. You moved through the room, your mask drawing eager eyes and hungry touches. Men and women alike reached out to you, their hands roaming over your body, squeezing your breast, your arse, your thighs. You could feel their desire, their need, their hunger. You engaged with them, your touch light and teasing, your voice a low, sultry murmur. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do you want from me?">> A seductive smile played on your lips as you danced with one of the men, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you against his hard phallus. He growled, his voice hoarse with desire. <<dialogue "Noble Man" "I want to taste you, to feel you, to fuck you until you scream my name.">>You laughed, a low, throaty sound, as you moved on, leaving him wanting more. You could feel the power of your mask, how it transformed you into their deepest desires, their fantasies made real. You danced with another, a woman this time, her hands exploring your body, her lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss. As you moved through the crowd, you kept one eye on the entrance, waiting for Mnemonides to arrive. The room was a symphony of pleasure, the air thick with the scent of sex and the sounds of moans, gasps, and the wet, sucking sounds of flesh against flesh. You lost yourself in the sensations, your body responding to the touches and kisses, your mind focused on the task at hand, your heart pounding with anticipation. [[Suddenly|Mnemonides arrives]]

Just as you were deeply engrossed in the sensual chaos of the orgy, you felt a strong grip on your waist from behind. Before you could react, you were pulled back against a firm, muscular body. Mnemonides, his presence imposing and dominant, had arrived unnoticed and claimed you for himself. He dragged you to his usual spot, a large, plush chair designed for his pleasure. You caught Seraphina's eye, giving her a subtle nod to signal that it was time. She disappeared briefly to fetch the prepared wine, her movements swift and purposeful. Mnemonides pushed you down onto the chair, his body pressing against yours as he leaned in to breathe you in, his voice a low, husky growl. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Medaea, I have waited for this moment for so many years. You have no idea how much I have craved you, how much I have dreamed of this.">>You felt a shiver run down your spine, a sense of fear coursing through your veins. You knew you had to keep him at bay to prevent him from taking your virginity. You pulled his head down to your chest, offering him your breasts, your voice a sultry whisper. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Then take what you want, my love. I am yours for the taking.">>Mnemonides eagerly took your nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling and sucking, his teeth gently nipping, sending jolts of pleasure and surprise through your body. You moaned, your hands tangling in his hair, guiding him, encouraging him, your body arching to meet his touch. Seraphina entered the room, her steps quiet and unassuming, a tray bearing a single cup of wine in her hands. She approached Mnemonides, her voice steady and respectful. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "My lord, your wine.">>Mnemonides, however, waved her away, his focus entirely on you, his hands and mouth exploring your body, his phallus hard and ready, pressing against your thigh. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Later, woman.">> [[Mnemonides continues]]

You slid off his lap and onto your knees, your hands quickly working to undo his pants, your eyes locked onto his. His phallus sprang free, and you gasped at the sight of it... inhumanely large and girthy, a testament to his immortal nature. It was thick, pulsating with power, the veins prominent and throbbing, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. Mnemonides looked down at you, his eyes filled with lust and something else... longing, obsession. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Medaea, I have dreamed of this moment for so long. You have no idea how much I have craved you, how much I have needed you.">>You leaned into the lie, into the role of Medaea, his fantasy made real. You took him into your mouth, your lips stretching to accommodate his girth, your tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, tasting the salty sweetness of him. You could feel the power in his phallus, the raw, primal energy that pulsed through him, and you knew that this was a challenge, a test of your skills and your resolve. As you began to move, your head bobbing up and down, your lips and tongue working in tandem to pleasure him, Mnemonides suddenly called out, his voice commanding and impatient. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Woman, where is my wine? I require it now.">>Seraphina, who had been waiting discreetly, stepped forward with a tray bearing two cups of wine in her hands. She approached him, her voice steady and respectful. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "Of course, my lord. Here is your wine, a rare vintage prepared especially for you.">>Mnemonides took the first cup from her and downed it in one swift gulp, his eyes never leaving yours. You continued to pleasure him, your hands gripping his hips, your nails digging into his flesh, urging him on. He handed the empty cup back to Seraphina, who quickly replaced it with the second cup. He drank this one as eagerly as the first, his body already responding to the effects of the toxin. He relented, taking the first cup from her and downing it in one swift gulp, his eyes never leaving yours. You continued to pleasure him, your hands gripping his hips, your nails digging into his flesh, urging him on. He handed the empty cup back to Seraphina, who quickly replaced it with the second cup. He drank this one as eagerly as the first, his body already responding to the effects of the toxin. You took him deep, your throat relaxing to accommodate his length, your muscles contracting around him, milking him, drawing him in. Mnemonides groaned, his hands tangling in your hair, guiding your movements, his hips thrusting gently to meet your mouth. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "That's it, Medaea. Take it all. You feel incredible.">>You could feel his body tensing, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, and his hands gripping your hair tightly as he held you in place. With a final, deep thrust, he came, his seed spilling into your mouth, hot and thick, filling you, coating your throat and your tongue. You swallowed every last drop, your throat working to take it all, your eyes watering slightly from the effort, his seed dripping down your chin, your breasts heaving with exertion. You looked up at him, a satisfied and smug smile on your lips, your body humming with arousal and power. You had pleased him, you had taken control, and you had ensured that your virginity remained intact. For now. And with the toxin coursing through his veins, you knew that the real test was yet to come. [[Mnemonides begins to change|The toxins take effect on Mnemonides]]

As you continued to work your magic on Mnemonides, you felt his body tense and his grip on your hair tighten painfully. The toxin was kicking in, and his eyes were glazing over with a wild, untamed rage. Seraphina, seeing the change, signaled for you to leave immediately. She slipped out quietly, leaving you to escape on your own. You tried to pull away, but Mnemonides' grip was like iron. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Where do you think you're going, Medaea?">> his voice a deep, dangerous rumble that sent shivers down your spine. Before you could react, he bent you over a nearby table, his body pressing against yours, his massive, throbbing phallus hard and ready, pressing insistently against your back. You knew what was coming, and you acted fast to protect your virginity. You spread your arse cheeks wide, guiding his monstrous length to your tight anus. Mnemonides grabbed a fistful of your long, red hair, yanking your head back and arching your body to his will. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "You're not going anywhere.">> And with that, he thrust into you, his inhumanly large phallus stretching and filling your anus, invading you completely. <<shake>>You cried out, a sharp pain followed by intense pleasure, your body clenching around him, trying to accommodate his enormous size. He was relentless, brutal, his hips moving in a savage, punishing rhythm, his body slamming against yours, the wet, slapping sounds of flesh against flesh echoing through the room. <</shake>> <<wobble>>He reached around and spanked your arse, his hand connecting with your flesh with a loud, sharp crack, leaving a red handprint on your cheek. <</wobble>><<dialogue "Mnemonides" "You feel incredible, Medaea. So tight, so hot, so fucking perfect.">> <<wobble>>He spanked you again, his hand leaving another stinging mark, the pain mixing with the pleasure, your body on fire, your mind racing, and your heart pounding wildly in your chest.<</wobble>> You were completely at his mercy, and he was taking what he wanted, what he needed, his body pounding into yours with wild abandon, his grip on your hair tightening, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps, his body tensing as his orgasm built, his release drawing near, and his movements becoming more frenzied and more desperate. [[Protect yourself|Escape Mnemonides]]

Mnemonides, driven by a primal, toxic rage, wanted to finish inside your quim, to claim you completely. He pulled his massive, glistening phallus out of your anus, bringing you some much-needed relief. He guided the tip of his phallus to your entrance, pushing against your hymen but not breaking it. You could feel the pressure and the insistent prodding, and you knew that it was only a matter of time before he took your virginity. Understanding the imminent threat, you acted quickly, subtly channeling your magical powers. You focused on the table you were bent over, concentrating on its structure. With a subtle shift in your energy, you snapped two of the four legs, compromising the table's stability. As Mnemonides positioned himself to thrust deeper, the table suddenly collapsed beneath you, sending you crashing to the floor. Mnemonides, caught off guard, stood over you, his phallus still hard and ready, glistening with your lubrication and his seed. Seeing an opportunity to finish quickly, he grabbed your head, his fingers tangling in your hair, and forced your mouth onto his phallus.<<dialogue "Mnemonides" "I'm going to come in your mouth, Medaea,">>he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Swallow every last drop.">> You complied, taking him deep into your throat, your lips and tongue working to pleasure him as he moved his hips, fucking your mouth with wild abandon. You could feel his body tensing, his grip on your hair tightening, and his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. <<pulse>>With a final, deep thrust, he came, his seed spilling into your mouth, hot and thick, filling you, coating your throat, your tongue. You swallowed every last drop, your throat working to take it all, your eyes watering slightly from the effort, and his seed dripping down your chin.<</pulse>> As he pulled out, you looked up at him, a satisfied and smug smile on your lips, your body humming with relief and arousal. Your hymen was still intact, and you had bought yourself some time. Seizing the opportunity, you quickly got to your feet and slipped away, leaving the orgy before it was too late. <<set $elementalpowers += 3>> <<set $aphroditefavor -= 3>> <<set $sexuality += 1>> <<set $courage += 2>> [[After a few days|Lysara 1]]

You drift off to sleep, your mind still racing with the day's events and the secrets you're keeping. Your dream starts innocuously enough, but soon, Erythia appears before you, her divine form naked and radiant, her presence commanding and seductive. She smirks, her eyes gleaming with desire as she walks around you, her touch light and teasing. <<dialogue "Erythia" "You've had quite the day, haven't you? But our fun is just getting started.">>She presses her body against yours, her hands exploring your curves, squeezing your breasts, your arse, and your thighs, her touch sending shivers of pleasure and anticipation through your body. She leans in, her lips meeting yours in a deep, passionate kiss, her tongue exploring your mouth, tasting, dominating. Pulling back slightly, she grins, a wicked, knowing smile. <<dialogue "Erythia" "I'm going to have some fun with you. I'm going to control your body and make you feel things you've never felt before. You're going to be tempted, pushed to your limits. Your job is to push back, to control me, and to protect your virginity.">>She runs a finger down your neck, between your breasts, her touch light, yet intense. <<dialogue "Erythia" "Aphrodite herself has set this challenge for you. She won't accept failure. If you succeed, if you can maintain your innocence, you'll be rewarded with a divine gift, a power straight from the goddess.">>Her eyes flash with excitement and a touch of mischief. <<dialogue "Erythia" "So, are you ready to take on this challenge? Ready to impress Aphrodite and earn her favor?">>You take a deep breath, your body already responding to her touch, your mind made up. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm ready, Erythia. I won't let Aphrodite down. I'll take this challenge and make her proud.">>She laughs, a low, throaty sound that sends a shiver of desire through you. <<dialogue "Erythia" "That's the spirit. Let's see how you fare in my games.">> [[The next day|Erythia 2]]

The next day, you wake up with a sense of anticipation and trepidation. Erythia's voice echoes in your mind, commanding you to go shopping for new clothes. You understand that this is the beginning of your challenge, and you're determined to face it head-on. You make your way to the most famous and bustling clothing shop in the market. As you enter the shop, Erythia's presence fills your mind, guiding your actions.<<dialogue "Erythia" "Ask for the most sheer clothing they have. And request a cloth that barely covers your quim, something that gives easy access to anyone who wants it. Be subtle. You don't want to scare him off.">>You take a deep breath and approach the shopkeeper, a rugged man with a hungry glint in his eyes.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Good day,">> you begin, your voice steady despite the turmoil within.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I am looking for something... special. Something that will make me feel... desirable.">>The shopkeeper raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.<<dialogue "Shopkeeper" "Desirable, you say? I think I have just the thing.">>Erythia's presence is strong in your mind, urging you to be more specific. <<dialogue "Erythia" "Be more specific.">><<dialogue "Philtra" "I need something sheer. Something that will... reveal more than it conceals.">>The shopkeeper's eyes light up with understanding and appreciation.<<dialogue "Shopkeeper" "Ah, I see. You want something that will leave little to the imagination. I have exactly what you're looking for.">>He leads you to a rack of delicate, almost transparent fabrics, his hands brushing against yours as he selects various items. You can feel the eyes of the other shoppers on you, their whispers and gasps filling the air as they watch your interaction.<<dialogue "Erythia" "And for your quim, ask for something that barely covers it, something that allows for easy access.">>You take a deep breath, trying to maintain control. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And I also need something... more intimate.">><<dialogue "Shopkeeper" "You're a bold one, aren't you? I like that.">>He turns to a different rack, his hands roaming over various fabrics before selecting a small, delicate piece of cloth.<<dialogue "Shopkeeper" "This should do the trick,">> he says, holding it up for you to see.<<dialogue "Shopkeeper" "It's sheer, almost transparent, and will barely cover your most intimate area. Perfect for what you have in mind.">><<set $aphroditefavor += 1>><<set $seduction += 1>><<set $sexuality += 1>> [[The shopkeeper continues|Erythia 3]]

Erythia's divine energy pulses through your body, taking control with a wave of intense, erotic power. Your movements become fluid and incredibly seductive as you turn to the shopkeeper, your eyes locking onto his with a fierce, hungry gaze.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Show me how this looks.">>Your voice is a low, sultry invitation as you take the sheer fabric from him, your fingers deliberately brushing against his, sparking an electric jolt of desire between you. Erythia guides your hands, running the fabric over your body in a teasing dance, your touch light and enticing. You let the fabric fall to the floor, standing before him naked and exposed, your body a feast for his hungry eyes. His breath hitches, his eyes roaming over your curves, your breasts, your arse, your thighs, drinking in every detail. <<dialogue "Shopkeeper" "You're a goddess.">>His hands reach out to grab your hips, pulling you against his rock-hard erection. His hands begin to explore, squeezing your breasts, your arse, your thighs, his touch firm and demanding. He leans in, his lips capturing yours in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue invading your mouth, exploring, dominating. You can taste his desire, his need, and it fuels your own arousal. Erythia moves your body against his, grinding your quim against his length, feeling his heat and hardness through his pants. You can sense his urgency, his desperate need to be inside you. But he takes his time, his hands roaming over your body, teasing, squeezing, exploring every inch of you. He spins you around, bending you over a nearby counter, your arse presented to him, your quim exposed and ready. His hands grip your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he positions himself behind you. He leans down, his breath hot on your ear. <<dialogue "Shopkeeper" "I'm going to enjoy this.">>His hands move to your quim, his fingers exploring your folds, teasing your entrance, circling your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You can feel his phallus, hard and ready, pressing against your thigh as he continues to tease you, his fingers working their magic, bringing you to the brink of orgasm. Just as you're about to lose control, he pulls his fingers away, positioning the head of his phallus at your entrance. You can feel the pressure, the insistent prodding, and you know that one powerful thrust is all it will take to break your hymen, to claim your innocence. Just as he's about to drive into you, you feel a surge of your own power, a rush of determination, and you push Erythia back, reclaiming control of your body just in time. With a tense of your muscles, you clench your quim, denying him entry just as the tip of his phallus breaches you. He groans in frustration, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. You turn your head, looking at him over your shoulder, a smug, knowing smile playing on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Not so fast. You're going to have to earn it.">> [[Remember the mission|Erythia 4]]

Instead of leaving him wanting, you decide to take control and give him a show he'll never forget. You turn around to face him, your eyes locked onto his, a wicked smile playing on your lips. Slowly, you spread your legs wide, giving him an obscene view of your glistening quim, your most intimate lips swollen and ready.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Eat me. Make me come on your tongue.">>He doesn't need to be told twice. He drops to his knees, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulls you closer, his tongue darting out to taste you, to explore your folds, your clit, your entrance. He takes his time, his tongue lazy and teasing, circling your clit, dipping into your quim, tasting your arousal, your desire. <<shake>>You can feel the eyes of the other shoppers on you, their whispers and gasps filling the air as they watch him pleasure you, his tongue working its magic, bringing you to the brink of orgasm. But he doesn't let you come just yet, his fingers joining his tongue, exploring your entrance, teasing your tight hole, preparing you for what's to come.<</shake>> With one hand, he begins to finger your quim, his fingers curling inside you, hitting that sweet spot that makes your legs tremble. With his other hand, he teases your arse, his fingers circling your tight hole, pressing gently, asking for entry. You push back against his fingers, giving him the access he seeks, and he obliges, sliding two fingers into your arse, stretching you, filling you, his fingers moving in sync with his tongue, driving you wild with pleasure. The shoppers watch in awe and arousal as he eats you out, his fingers working your quim and your arse, his tongue bringing you to the height of ecstasy. You can feel your orgasm building, your body tensing, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as you ride his face, using him for your pleasure, your hands tangling in his hair, guiding him, urging him on. [[Buy that dress|Erythia 5]]

Your body tenses, your muscles clenching as your orgasm crashes over you, your quim pulsing with pleasure, your juices flowing freely. He laps it all up, his tongue relentless, his fingers still working your quim and your arse, drawing out every last shudder of pleasure.<<dialogue "Shopkeeper" "That's it. Come for me, you beautiful goddess.">>As your orgasm subsides, he continues to lap at you, cleaning you, tasting you, his tongue gentle and soothing now, bringing you down from your high. You look down at him, a satisfied smile on your lips, your body humming with pleasure.<<dialogue "Philtra" "You may have your payment now. I'll be taking that sheer dress with me.">>He grins, a knowing, coy smile. <<dialogue "Shopkeeper" "Oh, I've already been paid, my dear. And I must say, the dress looks better on you than it ever did on the rack.">>He helps you to your feet, his hands lingering on your body, appreciating the sheer fabric that clings to your curves, barely covering your quim. You can feel the eyes of the other shoppers on you, their whispers and gasps filling the air as they take in the sight of you, nearly naked, your body on display. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the walk out of the shop, your head held high, your body confident and sure. The cool air hits your skin as you step outside, the sheer dress offering little protection from the elements, but you don't mind. Your body is still buzzing with pleasure, your mind already on your next challenge. As you saunter out, the other shoppers stare in awe and desire, their eyes following you as you leave, your arse swaying with each step, your quim barely concealed by the sheer fabric. You can feel their gazes, their admiration, their hunger, and you know that this is just the beginning of your journey, your challenge, your test of control and desire. [[Where to next?|Erythia 6]]

<<dialogue "Erythia" "Go to Mnemonides' dungeon. Find him and face whatever awaits you there.">>A shiver runs down your spine, but it's not just from the cold. You're scared of Mnemonides, his power, his ruthlessness, and the way he makes you feel... helpless, vulnerable, and strangely aroused. But you also know that he was defeated by your father, and that gives you a sliver of hope that he might not be in his full, terrifying form. You make your way through the bustling streets of Olympia, your sheer dress drawing stares and whispers, but you hold your head high, focusing on your mission. The dungeon looms before you, a dark, foreboding structure that sends a chill down your spine. You take a deep breath and step inside, the heavy door creaking shut behind you, plunging you into darkness. As you delve deeper into the dungeon, the atmosphere grows heavier, and the darkness more intense. Suddenly, you hear the sound of footsteps approaching, and before you know it, you're surrounded by a group of guards. Their eyes rake over your body, taking in the sheer dress that leaves little to the imagination, and their breaths quicken with arousal.<<dialogue "Guard 1" "Well, look what we have here. A beautiful lady all dressed up for a visit to the dungeon. What a pleasant surprise.">>Their hands start to explore, squeezing your breasts, your arse, your thighs, their touches hungry and insistent. You could push them away, but you decide to let them have their moment, reminding them gently of your status. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Gentlemen, I should warn you that I am the daughter of General Peregrine. I'm sure he wouldn't be too happy to hear about this.">>The guards pause, their hands stilling, and they exchange glances. The mention of your father's name is enough to make them reconsider, and slowly, they step back, their eyes still filled with desire but now with a touch of caution.<<dialogue "Guard 2" "Our apologies, my lady. We got carried away. You are a vision, and it's hard to resist.">>You smile, accepting their apology, and then ask your question. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Do any of you know where I can find Mnemonides? I have business with him.">>The guards share a look, and it's clear they have information. <<dialogue "Guard 1" "After his defeat, he was taken by the Dowager Queen Klytemnaestra to a secret location to aid in his recovery. He's not here, and we don't know when, or if, he'll be back.">> [[Erythia is disappointed|Erythia 7]]

You feel a wave of relief wash over you at the news that Mnemonides is not in the dungeon. Erythia's voice echoes in your mind, a hint of disappointment lacing her words. <<dialogue "Erythia" "It seems our plans will have to wait. But do not worry, your challenges are far from over.">>As you turn to leave, you hear distant cries echoing through the dungeon, the sounds of distress and pain. Your curiosity piqued, you follow the sounds. You round a corner and come upon a grim scene: two young, beautiful women, their clothes torn and disheveled, are surrounded by a group of about ten guards. The women are on their knees, their hands tied behind their backs, their eyes wide with fear and desperation. The guards are taking turns, some holding the women's heads in place, others positioning themselves behind, their phalluses hard and ready. One of the women has a guard's phallus in her mouth, her lips stretched wide as he thrusts in and out, his hands gripping her hair tightly. Another guard is behind her, his phallus buried deep in her quim, his hips moving in a brutal, punishing rhythm. A third guard is behind the other woman, his phallus in her arse, his movements slow and deliberate, a cruel smile on his face as he watches his fellow guards take their pleasure. The second woman is not faring any better. She has a guard's phallus in her mouth, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucks him eagerly, her eyes watering from the effort. Another guard is behind her, his phallus in her quim, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he slams into her, his body slapping against hers, the sound echoing through the dungeon. A third guard is behind the first woman, his phallus in her arse, his movements slow and deliberate, a cruel smile on his face as he watches his fellow guards take their pleasure. The air is filled with the sounds of their grunts, the women's muffled cries, and the wet, slapping sounds of flesh against flesh. The guards are relentless, their movements coordinated, each taking their turn, ensuring that the women are filled in all their holes, their bodies used for their pleasure.<<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> [[Protect those women|Erythia 8]]

You can't help but intervene, your voice cutting through the air like a whip. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Stop! Leave them alone!">>Erythia, sensing an opportunity, takes control, her voice echoing in your mind, guiding your actions. <<dialogue "Erythia" "No, this is our chance. We can use this to our advantage.">>You turn to the guards, your voice steady and commanding, Erythia's influence clear in your tone. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Release those women. I will take their place.">>The guards exchange glances, surprise and arousal flashing in their eyes. They comply, pushing the two frightened women aside, their hands already reaching for their phalluses, eager for the new offering. Erythia guides your hands, slowly peeling off your sheer dress, revealing your naked body to their hungry eyes. You fold the dress neatly and set it aside, your movements deliberate and teasing. You turn to face the guards, spreading your legs wide, inviting them, daring them to take what they want. The guards close in, their eyes roaming over your body, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. They form a semi-circle around you, their phalluses hard and ready, eager to claim their prize. You can feel their desire, their hunger, and you know that this is what Erythia wants, what she has planned. [[Remember the mission|Erythia 9]]

Erythia's command echoes in your mind, clear and unyielding. <<dialogue "Erythia" "Do not speak. Do not make a sound until all ten of these guards have found their release. This is your task, your challenge. Dont fail me.">>A shiver of fear and excitement runs down your spine as you realize the implications. You can't say no, you can't protest, you can't do anything but comply as they take their pleasure from you. You drop to your knees, your heart pounding, your body already responding to the erotic charge in the air. You take the first guard's phallus in your mouth, your lips stretching wide to accommodate his size, your tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Your hand reaches out, wrapping around another guard's phallus, your fingers working him in time with your mouth, your other hand reaching for a third, stroking, teasing, bringing them to the brink of ecstasy. The guards groan, their hands tangling in your hair, their hips bucking, their bodies already tense with impending release. You can feel the power you hold, the control you have over their pleasure, and it sends a thrill of excitement through you. <<wobble>>One of the guards, unable to wait any longer, positions himself behind you, his phallus pressing against your quim, ready to take what he wants. You tense, your body braced for the invasion, but just as he's about to thrust, you reach back, your hand guiding his phallus to your anus instead. He hesitates for a moment, then, with a groan of approval, he pushes forward, filling your arse, his movements slow and deliberate at first, then building in intensity, his hands gripping your hips, his body slamming against yours.<</wobble>> You continue to work the other guards with your mouth and your hands, your body on fire, your mind racing, your senses overwhelmed. The guard behind you increases his pace, his grunts of pleasure filling the air, his body tensing as he nears his climax. You can feel his phallus, hard and throbbing, deep inside your arse, and you know that it won't be long now. <<set $aphroditefavor += 1>><<set $sexuality += 2>> [[Find a way to end this quickly|Erythia 10]]

<<shake>>You take two guards' phalluses into your mouth, stretching your jaws wide to accommodate both, your tongue swirling around each shaft, your lips tight, creating a wet, warm suction that has them groaning and bucking their hips. Simultaneously, you reach behind you, guiding two more guards' phalluses into your anus, your body tensing as they push in, filling you, stretching you to your limits. The pain is sharp and intense, a brutal intrusion that leaves you gasping for breath, your eyes watering from the overwhelming sensation.<</shake>> This is my first time, you realize with a jolt of panic. I'm not ready for this. The guards behind you set a punishing pace, their hips slamming against your arse, their phalluses pounding into you, the sound of their flesh slapping against yours a brutal, erotic symphony. You can feel every inch of them, the veins, the ridges, the head of their phalluses, rubbing against your sensitive walls, sending jolts of painful pleasure through your body. Your mouth and anus are filled, your body aching, your quim throbbing, begging for release, for attention. You constantly have to fend off other guards trying to penetrate your quim, your hands pushing them away, your body tensing, your legs pressing together, protecting your innocence.<<dialogue "Erythia" "Do not speak. Do not make a sound until all ten of these guards have found their release.">>The guards are relentless, their movements coordinated, their grunts and groans filling the air, their bodies tensing as they near their climax. One by one, they find their release, some spilling their hot, thick seed into your mouth, others pulling out at the last moment, coming on your face, your breasts, your body glistening with their essence, marking you as their playground. Those behind you, in your anus, grip your hips tightly, their bodies slamming against yours, their phalluses pulsing as they come, filling your arse with their hot, thick seed. The pain is exquisite, the pleasure intense, your body on fire, your mind a blur of sensations, of pleasure, of pain. You can feel the wetness, the stickiness, the warmth of their seed, coating your insides, dripping out of you, a testament to their pleasure, your discomfort. You're overwhelmed, your body betraying you, responding to the erotic onslaught, your quim aching, your clit throbbing, your nipples hard and sensitive, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. You're not ready for this, your mind screams, but your body sings a different tune, arching, pushing back, taking them deeper, begging for more. [[Finish what you started|Erythia 11]]

As the last guard pulls out, spending his seed on your back, you take a deep, shaky breath, your body aching and sore. The room is filled with the scent of sex and the sound of heavy breathing. You stand up, your legs unsteady, and turn to face the guards, your voice returning to you.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Alright, that's enough. I want all of you to listen very carefully. I am Philtra, daughter of General Peregrine. If any of you so much as whispers about what happened here today, I will personally see to it that you are castrated. Do I make myself clear?">>The guards nod, their expressions one of respect. You can see the realization dawn on their faces as they understand the consequences of their actions and the power you hold over them. You turn and walk away, your body glistening with their seed, your sheer dress discarded on the floor. You hold your head high, your steps determined as you make your way back home. The cool air does little to soothe your sore body, but the sense of accomplishment warms you from within. As you enter your house, you are filled with a sense of relief and pride. You've faced one of Erythia's challenges and come out on top. Your body may be marked and aching, but your spirit is unbroken. You've proven to yourself and to Erythia that you are a force to be reckoned with. Now, you can only imagine what other trials await you. <<set $combat += 1>> [[Go to sleep|Erythia 12]]

As you step into your home, the warmth and familiarity envelop you, but your body is a canvas of discomfort and soreness. Your mouth and anus throb with a relentless ache, a stark reminder of the intense encounter you just endured. You know you need to tend to your injuries discreetly, without raising your parents' suspicions. You slip into your room, your movements quiet and cautious. From a hidden compartment in your belongings, you retrieve a small pouch of herbs you've collected over time, knowing that such a moment might arise. You quickly and efficiently prepare a soothing herbal medicine, grinding the herbs with a mortar and pestle, mixing them with hot water, and adding a touch of honey to mask the bitter taste. With the medicine ready, you take a deep breath and drink it down, the warm liquid coating your throat and stomach, already beginning to work its magic. You can feel the herbal concoction starting to ease the soreness in your mouth and throat, a small comfort amidst the discomfort. Exhausted and drained, you change into a comfortable nightgown and slip under your blankets. The cool fabric against your skin is a welcome relief, and you close your eyes, letting the events of the day wash over you. Despite the pain and the intensity of your encounter, you know you have been steadfast and achieved your goal. As sleep claims you, you drift into a dreamless slumber, your body finally able to rest and heal from the trials you've faced. Tomorrow is a new day, and with it, new challenges and adventures await. For now, you allow yourself the luxury of peace and recovery. [[Erythia reappers in your sleep|Erythia 13]]

You drift into a dream, the scenery around you shifting until you find yourself in a beautiful, vibrant forest. The air is filled with the sweet scent of flowers, and the sound of a nearby waterfall creates a soothing melody. Erythia appears before you, her divine presence commanding and alluring, a smile playing on her lips.<<dialogue "Erythia" "You did it. You completed your mission. I'm really proud of you.">>You feel a flush of pride and relief. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you. I'm just glad it's over.">>Her expression turns more serious. <<dialogue "Erythia" "Aphrodite has been watching, and she wants you to take the Trials of Aphrodite. You have to start at least a week before the Veil of Selene’s Embrace, which is a month from now.">>Excitement and nervousness flutter in your stomach. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The Trials of Aphrodite? That sounds intense. How do I even begin?">>She grins, a hint of mischief in her eyes. <<dialogue "Erythia" "Aphrodite didn't want me to tell you that part. You'll have to figure it out on your own. I recommend talking to your mother. She knows a lot about Aphrodite and can probably guide you.">>You nod, taking in her words. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Okay, I'll talk to her. Thanks for letting me know.">>Her form starts to fade, but her voice lingers in your dream. <<dialogue "Erythia" "Good luck. I know you can do this. Until next time.">> [[Medaea wakes you up|Erythia 14]]

You jolt awake, your dream shattering as your mother's voice pierces the air, sharp and demanding.<<dialogue "Medaea" "I know you took something last night. What was it?">>Blinking away the remnants of sleep, you see Medaea standing over you, her expression a storm of anger and concern. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mother, I... ">><<dialogue "Medaea" "Don't 'Mother' me. I know everything that goes on in this house. Now, tell me the truth. Did you lose your virginity?">>You shake your head vigorously. <<dialogue "Philtra" "No, Mother. I swear, I didn't.">>Her eyes narrow, and before you can blink, she grabs the hem of your nightgown and slowly pulls it off, exposing your naked body to her intense gaze. She inserts two fingers into your quim, checking for herself, her touch clinical and firm. After a moment, she withdraws her fingers, a sense of curiosity playing across her face.<<dialogue "Medaea" "Your hymen is still intact. But these bruises... what happened to you?">>You look down at your body, taking in the sight of the bruises on your knees, hips, breasts, and the marks around your mouth. You take a deep, shuddering breath, knowing that the time for secrets is over.<<dialogue "Philtra" "There's something I need to tell you. I didn't tell you the whole truth about what happened in the colosseum. I prayed to Aphrodite and Erythia showed up. She enhanced father's sword, 'Radiant Justice,' giving it the power to harm even immortal beings. That's how he defeated Mnemonides. I offered her my flesh in exchange for Father's life. She's the one who gave me the challenge I faced yesterday.">>Her eyes widen in shock and anger. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Erythia? The servant of Aphrodite and Eros? And you kept this from me? What were you thinking?">>You swallow hard, bracing yourself for her reaction. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm sorry, Mother. I should have told you. It all happened so fast, and I wasn't sure what Erythia had in store for me. I just wanted to protect my father.">> [[Medaea's concern|Erythia 15]]

Medaea's expression turns grave as she processes your words. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Erythia has left you with a message, hasn't she?">>You nod solemnly. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, Mother. She came to me in a dream and told me that Aphrodite wants me to undertake the Trials of Aphrodite before the lunar eclipse, which is a month from today. The trials must begin at least a week before the Veil of Selene’s Embrace.">>Her face pales, her eyes widening with worry. <<dialogue "Medaea" "The Trials of Aphrodite? Do you know what that entails?">>You shake your head. <<dialogue "Philtra" "No, Mother. Erythia wouldn't tell me how to start them. She said I should ask you.">>She takes a deep breath, her mind racing. <<dialogue "Medaea" "The Veil of Selene’s Embrace, it is a type of lunar eclipse... it happens once every 300 or so years, Philtra. On this day, the gods are allowed to descend from their thrones and walk among mortals. They can interact with our world physically, something they cannot do at any other time. This is a day of both great opportunity and great danger.">>She pauses, her expression serious. <<dialogue "Medaea" "The Trials of Aphrodite are no ordinary challenges. They are designed to test your devotion, your courage, and your purity. And with the gods able to intervene directly, the stakes are higher than ever. You must be prepared for anything. Anything at all.">> [[You further question your mother|Erythia 16]]

You look at Medaea, trying to process everything she's told you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mom, how do you know all this stuff about the trials and the eclipse? And how does Erythia know you?">>She sighs, a sad smile playing on her lips as she looks back at you. <<dialogue "Medaea" "It's a long story. I was born in Eryx, in the Kingdom of Dysnomia. My mom's side of the family has a long line of elemental powers, and that's where I get mine from. And now, you have them too.">>She pauses, her expression turning distant. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I grew up in the academy of Aphrodite. I was one of her devotees, and I had to go through the Trials of Aphrodite myself. It was tough, but it made me who I am today.">>Her eyes meet yours, and she gives you a small, reassuring smile. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Erythia was one of the arbiters who oversaw my trials. She remembers me, and now, she's reached out to you. It seems our fates are connected.">>You swallow hard, trying to take it all in. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What were the trials like? What should I expect?">>Her expression turns serious, but her voice is gentle. <<dialogue "Medaea" "The trials are designed to push you to your limits. They'll test your devotion, your courage, and your purity. You'll face challenges that will force you to confront your deepest fears and desires. But remember, I made it through, and so will you. You're my daughter, and you're stronger than you know.">>She takes a deep, shuddering breath, her voice barely above a whisper as she continues, <<dialogue "Medaea" "I asked you to guard your virginity because it is a crucial part of the initiation process for the women of the Academy. Before they are inducted into the temple as full-fledged devotees of Aphrodite, initiates must navigate a series of trials and tribulations alone. They must protect their virginity through these challenges and ultimately present themselves pure at the altar of Aphrodite.">>She looks at you. <<dialogue "Medaea" "On the day of your initiation, you will stand before the goddess, and it is she who will take your virginity, breaking your hymen and granting you powers unique to you. The trials are designed to test your strength, cunning, and devotion. How you perform in these trials will determine the extent of the powers Aphrodite bestows upon you.">>You listen in stunned silence, the weight of your mother's words settling over you like a shroud. The thought of facing such trials alone, of guarding your virginity against all odds, and ultimately offering yourself to the goddess is both awe-inspiring and terrifying. As the reality of your destiny sinks in, a surprising sense of confidence and determination wells up within you. You look at your mother, your eyes shining with a newfound resolve. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am not afraid. I have always known that my body is a source of power, and now I understand why you urged me to protect it. I am ready to face these trials and prove myself worthy of Aphrodite's favor.">>You take a deep breath, your voice steady and sure. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I will guard my virginity with my life, and I will complete this initiation successfully. I will not let you down, nor will I disappoint Aphrodite. This is my path, and I embrace it with open arms.">>She looks at you, a mixture of pride and relief in her eyes. She squeezes your hand, her voice filled with emotion. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I have every faith in you. You are strong, clever, and determined. I know you will succeed where many others have failed. Aphrodite has chosen you for a great purpose, and I am honored to be your mother as you embark on this journey.">> [[Ask you mother about the initiation|Erythia 17]]

With your newfound determination burning brightly, you turn to your mother, eager to learn more about the challenges that lie ahead. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What were your initiation trials like? What can I expect to face?">>She smiles softly, shaking her head. <<dialogue "Medaea" "The trials of initiation are sacred, and the details are not to be shared with those who have not yet faced them. Aphrodite designs each set of trials uniquely for every initiate, tailoring them to our strengths, weaknesses, and the lessons we must learn. What happens during the trials is a secret between the goddess and the initiate, and it is not to be revealed to anyone else.">>She looks at you, her expression serious. <<dialogue "Medaea" "You will face your own unique challenges. Do not worry about what others have endured; focus on your own journey and trust in Aphrodite's wisdom. She knows what you need to learn and grow, and she will guide you through your trials with a firm but loving hand.">>You nod, accepting your mother's explanation about the secrecy of the trials. Then, you ask, <<dialogue "Philtra" "If you can't tell me about the trials, can you at least reveal the powers you received from Aphrodite? What can I expect to gain from this initiation?">>She looks at you. <<dialogue "Medaea" "The power to control the elements... earth, air, fire, and water... is a gift in our lineage, passed down from mother to daughter. You already possess this ability, as you have seen. I was well-versed in using these powers before I attempted my trials.">>She pauses, her voice dropping to a solemn whisper. <<dialogue "Medaea" "But the powers bestowed by Aphrodite herself... that is a different matter. Aphrodite advised me that I needed to travel to the polis of Olympia, where I would fall in love with a man and bear a girl child. She told me that this child, once grown, had the potential to shift the power balance among the gods themselves.">>You stare at her, shock and disbelief coursing through you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Me? I'm not that powerful, Mother. I'm not even as powerful as you, let alone a threat to the gods.">>She takes your hands in hers, her grip tight and reassuring. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Your potential is far greater than you realize. The more potent powers you will gain from Aphrodite are likely to be unlocked when you pass your own trials and stand before the goddess. Trust in her wisdom and in your own strength. You are destined for greatness, and I have every faith that you will embrace your fate with courage and determination.">> [[Are you ready for the trials?|Erythia 18]]

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what's to come. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Can I start the trials right away? What do I need to do to begin?">>She nods, her expression thoughtful. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I know the process for initiating the trials at the temple, but doing so from here, from our home, is another matter. I'm not sure I can guide you through the exact steps from here.">>She pauses, her brow furrowing in concentration. <<dialogue "Medaea" "The journey to Eryx is long and treacherous, and your father cannot be left unprotected. We need to find a way to initiate the trials from here. Once started, the trials can take hours, even days, to complete. I need some time to go through the sacred texts and find a solution.">>She stands up, her voice determined. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I'll do everything in my power to make this work. You need to trust in me, and in yourself. This is your path, and I will support you every step of the way.">> [[Two weeks before the Veil of Selene’s Embrace, your mother comes back to you|Erythia 19]]

A few days pass in a whirlwind of activity and anticipation. The house is filled with a tense energy, with excitement and worry hanging in the air. Medaea spends endless hours buried in ancient tomes and sacred texts, her eyes scanning the yellowed parchments with an intensity that's almost palpable. She knows that finding a solution is crucial, and she's determined to make it happen. On the fourth day, as the sun begins to set, casting long shadows across the room, Medaea emerges from her study. Her eyes are tired but triumphant, and in her hands, she holds a thick, leather-bound book. Its pages are worn, and its cover is adorned with intricate symbols that seem to shimmer in the fading light. She approaches, her steps measured and purposeful, and hands you the tome with a reverence that speaks volumes about its significance.<<dialogue "Medaea" "This is the 'Codex of Ethereal Transcendence'. It details a ritual that allows an initiate to undergo the Trials of Aphrodite without being physically present at the academy. I believe this is the solution we've been searching for.">>You take the book, your fingers tracing the embossed symbols on the cover, a sense of reverence washing over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What does it entail? How can I complete the trials from here?">>She takes a deep breath, her expression turning serious. <<dialogue "Medaea" "The ritual requires us to travel to a secluded spot in the heart of the forest just outside the polis walls. There, I will perform an ancient ceremony that will separate your psyche from your physical body, allowing your mind to traverse the ethereal plane while your body remains here, unconscious but unharmed.">>She pauses, her eyes meeting yours with an intensity that leaves no room for doubt. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Your father and I will accompany you to this sacred site. While your psyche is undergoing the trials, we will stand guard over your physical form, protecting you from any harm that might befall you. The ritual is complex and dangerous, but I have every confidence in my ability to guide you through it successfully.">> [[Medaea further explains|Erythia 36]]

You drift off to sleep, your mind still racing with the day's events and the secrets you've shared with your mother. Your dream starts innocuously enough, but soon, Erythia appears before you, her divine form naked and radiant, her presence commanding and seductive. She smirks, her eyes gleaming with desire as she walks around you, her touch light and teasing. <<dialogue "Erythia" "You've had quite the day, haven't you? But our fun is just getting started.">>She presses her body against yours, her hands exploring your curves, squeezing your breasts, your arse, and your thighs, her touch sending shivers of pleasure and anticipation through your body. She leans in, her lips meeting yours in a deep, passionate kiss, her tongue exploring your mouth, tasting, dominating. Pulling back slightly, she grins, a wicked, knowing smile. <<dialogue "Erythia" "I'm going to have some fun with you. I'm going to control your body and make you feel things you've never felt before. You're going to be tempted, pushed to your limits. Your job is to push back, to control me, and to protect your virginity.">>She runs a finger down your neck, between your breasts, her touch light yet intense. <<dialogue "Erythia" "Aphrodite herself has set this challenge for you. She won't accept failure. If you succeed, if you can maintain your innocence, you'll be rewarded with a divine gift, a power straight from the goddess.">>Her eyes flash with excitement and a touch of mischief. <<dialogue "Erythia" "So, are you ready to take on this challenge? Ready to impress Aphrodite and earn her favor?">>You take a deep breath, your body already responding to her touch, your mind made up. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm ready, Erythia. With my mother's help, I won't let Aphrodite down. I'll take this challenge and make her proud. I will succeed.">> [[Tell your mother about this|Erythia 21]]

You wake up with a start, the dream still vivid in your mind, your body tingling with excitement. You find your mother already awake, her eyes filled with concern and anticipation.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Mother, Erythia came to me in a dream. She set a challenge for me, a trial from Aphrodite. I have to maintain my innocence while Erythia tries to tempt and control me.">>She nods, her expression serious. <<dialogue "Medaea" "That sounds like Erythia. She's known for her mischief, but she's not usually malicious. Tell me more about this challenge.">>You take a deep breath, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. <<dialogue "Philtra" "She said she's going to make me feel things I've never felt before, that I'll be tempted and pushed to my limits. And Mother, I can already feel her effect on me. I feel... enraptured by Eros and it's overwhelming.">>Her expression softens with understanding. <<dialogue "Medaea" "It's normal to feel this way. Erythia's influence can be powerful, but remember, you have the strength to resist. She might be mischievous, but she's not out to harm you. We just need to find a way to temper her effects so you can focus on your trial.">>She stands up, her voice firm with resolve. <<dialogue "Medaea" "For now, don't go outside like this. I need to find a way to reduce Erythia's hold on you so you can think clearly and prepare for what's to come. Stay here, and I'll see what I can do.">> [[Try to stay in control|Erythia 22]]

Medaea nods, her expression determined. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I'll go to the marketplace and see if I can find something to help you with this. Stay here and try to keep yourself occupied. I'll be back as soon as I can.">>With that, she grabs her cloak and hurriedly leaves the house, leaving you alone with your tumultuous feelings. You wander through the house, trying to find something to distract yourself, but your mind is a whirl of desire and anticipation. Every fiber of your being is alive with a hunger you've never known before. You hear the sound of water splashing from the backyard and decide to investigate. As you step outside, you see your father, bathing his horse, the muscles of his back glistening with sweat and water. He's humming a tune, seemingly lost in his task, unaware of your presence. Suddenly, a wave of desire washes over you, and you realize that Erythia has taken control. Your body feels different, more sensual, more alive. You approach him, your hips swaying with a newfound grace, your voice a sultry purr.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Father, let me help you with that.">>You glide up to him, your body moving with a sensual, hypnotic rhythm, every step exuding raw, unadulterated sex appeal. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Father, let me help you with that.">> [[Help your father|Erythia 23]]

Peregrine turns to face you, his eyes widening as he takes in the transformed, seductive version of you. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Philtra? What are you... ?">>Before he can finish, you reach for the bucket of water and deliberately spill it over yourself. The cold water soaks through your clothes, making them translucent and clinging to your body like a second skin. Your nipples harden instantly, pressing against the wet fabric, and you can feel the cool water dripping down your body, tracing paths that send shivers of anticipation through you. With a playful smile, you quickly peel off your wet clothes, standing naked before your father. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Oops. I guess I should have been more careful.">>His eyes roam over your naked body, taking in every curve, every line, every inch of your flawless skin. His breath hitches, and you can see the bulge in his pants, a clear sign of his arousal. He starts to turn away, his voice husky as he instructs you to finish bathing the horse. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "I'll leave you to it, then. Make sure the horse is well taken care of.">>But Erythia, controlling your body, has other plans. You reach out, your hand gripping his arm, pulling him back towards you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Father, wait. I want to talk to you.">>He turns back to you in confusion. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "What is it, Philtra? You can tell me anything.">>You step closer, your naked body pressing against him, your wet skin cooling his. You can feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps. You run your hands up his chest, your touch light and teasing, exploring the hard planes of his muscles, the warmth of his skin beneath his clothes.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I just wanted to be close to you, Father. I wanted to feel your strength, your power. You're a hero, Father. A true hero.">>Your hands roam lower, tracing the lines of his abdomen, feeling the way his muscles tense and flex under your touch. You can feel his desire, his arousal, and it only serves to fuel your own, Erythia's influence making you bold, uninhibited, and insatiable. [[Talk to your father|Erythia 24]]

As his skilled hands roam over your body, igniting a fire within you, a sudden wave of panic crashes over you. You realize the inevitable conclusion of this encounter, and you desperately fight to regain control from Erythia. Your internal struggle is fierce, but Erythia's dominance is overwhelming, her grip on your body unbreakable. With a wicked, knowing smile, she lays you back onto the soft hay, your body splayed out like a feast. She spreads your arms and legs wide, exposing your most intimate places, inviting and offering yourself to your father. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I want you to be my first. I want to feel you inside me, taking my innocence.">>His eyes darken with desire, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he takes in the sight of you, laid out before him like a banquet. He doesn't hesitate, his hands gripping your thighs as he lifts both your legs, pressing them back and up beside your head, opening you up completely to him. The position exposes your quim and anus fully, leaving you vulnerable and inviting. He positions himself at your entrance, his phallus thick and throbbing, ready to claim what you're offering. You can feel the head of his phallus pressing against your quim, and you know that one powerful thrust will shatter your innocence forever. Just as he is about to drive into you, you summon every ounce of strength and willpower, fighting Erythia for control. With much effort, you push her back just enough to alter the course of events. You guide his phallus down, away from your quim, and press it against your anus instead. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Here, take me here first. I want to feel you in every way. I want you to know that I am yours completely.">>His eyes flash with intense arousal at your request. He presses the head of his phallus against your anus, and with a slow, deliberate thrust, he begins to enter you, claiming your anus .<<set $sexuality += 1>> [[Finish what you started|Erythia 26]]

You gaze up at him, your eyes filled with innocence and pure lust. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Be honest with me. Do you find me attractive?">>His eyes widen, a sense of surprise masking the desire flashing across his face. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "You know I do. You're my beautiful daughter.">>A slow, seductive smile spreads across your lips as you press your naked body against his, your hands roaming over his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his clothes. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Then touch me. I want to feel your hands on me. Tell me what you think of my body.">>He hesitates, his breath coming in ragged gasps, but you can see the battle raging within him... desire versus reluctance. You take his hand and place it firmly on your breast, your nipple hard and begging for his touch. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Feel how much I want you. Don't hold back.">>His hand trembles slightly as he cups your breast, his thumb circling your nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "You're so soft. Your skin is like silk.">>Emboldened, you take his other hand and guide it to your hip, then to your arse, encouraging him to explore every curve. <<dialogue "Philtra" "More. Touch me everywhere. I want to feel your desire.">>He squeezes your arse, his fingers digging into your flesh, a low groan escaping his lips. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Your body is a work of art. So curvy, so inviting. I can't resist you.">>You arch into his touch, your body begging for more as he explores, his hands roaming, squeezing, caressing. You whisper in his ear, your voice a low, desperate plea. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I want you to want me. Show me how much you desire me.">> [[Seduce him|Erythia 25]]

Peregrine, driven by an intense, primal desire, begins to move his hips, his phallus sliding in and out of your anus with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The sensation is overwhelming, a sense of pleasure overwhelming the slight pain that sends shivers of ecstasy coursing through your body. He takes his time, savoring every moment, every inch of you. As he continues to fuck your anus, you focus on the sensation, on the feel of him, and you realize that Erythia's presence in your mind has faded. It's just you and your father, connected in the most intimate way possible. You look up into his eyes, expecting to see the same intense desire and love, but instead, you're met with a vacant, lifeless stare. A chill runs down your spine as you understand that something is terribly wrong. Erythia has taken control of your father, using him as her puppet to continue her game. You try to push him away, to stop the relentless thrusting, but your efforts are futile. Erythia's control over him is as firm as it was over you.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Father, stop.">>But he shows no sign of hearing you. He continues to move, his hips grinding against you, his phallus filling you completely, the sensation of him inside you overwhelming and unyielding. You try to fight, to buck your hips and dislodge him, but his grip on your legs is like a vise, holding you in place, exposing you completely. He leans down, his breath hot on your ear as he growls, <<dialogue "Erythia" "You feel so good. So tight, so perfect.">>But you know it's not him. It's Erythia, using his body and his voice to taunt and tease you. You're trapped, impaled on his phallus, your body betraying you as it responds to the relentless stimulation. You can feel the pleasure building, the sensation of his body against yours, and the way he fills you, completing you. Tears stream down your face as you realize the futility of your struggle. Erythia is in complete control, and she shows no sign of stopping. His body moves with a purpose, a rhythm designed to draw out your pleasure, to push you to your limits and beyond. And so, he continues, his phallus sliding in and out of your anus, his body using yours for his own pleasure, Erythia's pleasure, as you lie there, a willing but helpless participant in this dance. [[Your father finishes|Erythia 27]]

Peregrine's movements become more frenzied, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he chases his release. You can feel the change in his body, the tensing of his muscles, the way his phallus swells inside you, and you know he's close. <<shake>>With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep within your anus, and you feel the hot, pulsating spurt of his seed as he finds his release. He comes in waves, filling you completely, his seed spilling out around his phallus, coating your thighs and the hay beneath you. There's so much of it, more than you ever imagined, a stark reminder of the intensity of his pleasure.<</shake>> As his orgasm subsides, he pulls out, his phallus slipping from your anus with a wet, sucking sound. He doesn't utter a word, his eyes remaining vacant and distant as he stands up, his seed dripping from his still-hard phallus. He dresses quickly, his movements efficient and detached, and then he's gone, leaving you alone in the hay, your body aching and spent, your anus filled with his seed. As the sound of his footsteps fade, you hear Erythia's voice in your head, her tone amused and mocking. <<dialogue "Erythia" "Well, that was quite the ride, wasn't it?">>You take a deep, shuddering breath, trying to process everything that's just happened. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do you want from me?">>She chuckles, her presence filling your mind, a stark contrast to the emptiness you felt with your father. <<dialogue "Erythia" "I want to play. And you have a choice to make. You can either embrace this game, explore the pleasures of the flesh, and perhaps even find a way to enjoy it. Or you can continue to fight me, to resist, and see where that takes you. The choice is yours, but remember, I am a servant of the goddess of desire, and I always get what I want.">><<set $sexuality += 1>> [[What is Erythia's next game|Erythia 28]]

Erythia's voice echoes in your mind, a tempting, seductive offer that ignites curiosity within you. <<dialogue "Erythia" "I have the power to make this right. I can erase your father's memory of what just transpired between you two. He will remember nothing of the intense pleasure he found in your body, of the way he took you, or of the way he filled you with his seed. But everything comes at a price, and I want something in return for my silence and for granting you this favor.">>You're captivated, your mind racing with the implications of her offer, your body still throbbing from the recent encounter. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do you want, Erythia? What is the price for your silence and for erasing my father's memory?">>A wicked, knowing smile plays on your lips as her voice takes on a husky, erotic tone, her words painting a vivid, explicit picture in your mind. <<dialogue "Erythia" "I want you to take the horse's phallus in your hand, to feel its power and its heat. I want you to stroke it, to bring it to a state of arousal so intense that it reaches its climax. And when it does, I want you to do something more... I want you to make the horse ejaculate into your mouth, and then I want you to drink its seed. Every last drop. Do that, and I will erase your father's memory of spending his seed inside your anus, of the raw, primal pleasure he experienced with you.">>You look at the horse, its powerful, muscular body glistening with sweat, its phallus already semi-hard from the charged atmosphere. The thought of taking it in your hand, of feeling its strength and virility, of bringing an animal to the height of pleasure is both exciting and degrading. But you know it's a small price to pay to protect your father's memory and your own sanity. The image of drinking the horse's seed, of taking its essence into your body, is both repulsive and strangely arousing, a testament to the power of Erythia's influence. [[A hard choice|Erythia 29]]

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the task ahead, and make your choice. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'll do it. I'll pleasure him and drink his seed.">>You approach him, its powerful body radiating heat, its phallus already semi-hard and growing harder with each passing second. You reach out, your hand wrapping around his shaft, feeling its velvety smoothness and the steel-like hardness beneath. You begin to stroke it, your hand moving up and down, your grip firm but gentle, your touch intended to pleasure and arouse. He responds, his breaths coming in deep, ragged gasps, his body trembling with anticipation. But despite your efforts, it seems unable to reach its climax. You can feel his frustration, his need for more. Deciding to take things to the next level, you drop to your knees, your eyes level with the horse's phallus. You lean in, your tongue flicking out to taste the salty precum that glistens at the tip. The horse lets out a low, throaty whinny, its body shuddering with pleasure. Emboldened, you take the head of his phallus into your mouth, your lips stretching to accommodate its girth. You begin to suck, your head bobbing up and down, your hand still stroking the base of its shaft. His responses are immediate and intense, his body bucking, its phallus throbbing in your mouth. You can feel it building, the tension coiling in his body, the impending explosion of its pleasure. You redouble your efforts, your mouth and hand working in tandem, your saliva coating his phallus, making it glisten in the soft light. <<bounce>>With a final, powerful buck, he reaches his climax, his phallus pulsing in your mouth as it ejaculates. You feel the hot, thick spurt of its seed, the taste of it unique and pungent, filling your mouth completely. You swallow, your throat working to take in every last drop, the horse's seed coating your tongue, and your teeth. There's so much of it, more than you expected, but you don't stop, you don't hesitate, you drink it all, just as Erythia commanded.<</bounce>><<set $sexuality += 1>> [[Talk to Erythia|Erythia 30]]

As the last of his seed slides down your throat, you feel a sense of accomplishment and relief. You stand up, your body still naked and glistening with the sweat, horse seed, and your own arousal. You turn to face Erythia, awaiting her response. Erythia's voice echoes in your mind, her tone impressed and approving. <<dialogue "Erythia" "You have surpassed my expectations. Your resolve and determination are commendable. You have passed the tougher challenge with flying colors. But there is one very easy challenge left for you to complete. Once you do this, I will consider you to have passed all my challenges.">>You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever comes next. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am ready. Tell me what I must do.">>A wicked, knowing smile plays on your lips as her voice takes on a husky, erotic tone. <<dialogue "Erythia" "This challenge is simple. You must resist touching your quim. That is all. I will use my powers to tempt you, to make you want to touch yourself, to bring yourself to orgasm. But you must not give in. You must not touch your quim until sundown. If you can do this, you will have passed my final challenge.">>You nod, determination in your eyes. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand. I will not touch my quim until sundown. I am ready for your temptations.">> [[Go back to your bedroom and force yourself to sleep|Erythia 31]]

You quickly make your way to the well, drawing water to cleanse yourself of the horse's seed and the remnants of your encounter with your father. Your hands tremble slightly as you wash, the memory of the horse's phallus in your mouth and the taste of its seed still fresh in your mind. You dry yourself off and put your clothes back on, your body still throbbing with unfulfilled desire. You retreat to your room, hoping to sleep away the hours until sundown, but as soon as your head hits the pillow, you know it's going to be impossible to resist the temptation. Your body is alive with need, your quim aching with desire, your anus still tingling from your father's vigorous fucking. You sit up, your breath coming in ragged gasps, and you know what you must do. You strip off your clothes, your body bare and exposed, and you lie back on the bed, your legs spreading wide in invitation. You start by inserting one finger into your anus, remembering the feel of your father's phallus stretching and filling you. You moan loudly, the sound echoing through the room, as you add another finger, your hips bucking in time with your movements.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Oh, Father. I can still feel you inside me. I can still feel your phallus, so hard, so powerful.">>Your fingers move in and out of your anus, your body responding with waves of pleasure, your moans growing louder and more desperate. You remember the way he took you, the way he filled you, the way he made you feel like a woman, like a goddess. Just as you're about to lose yourself completely in the memory, you hear the door to your room creak open. You look up, your eyes wide with surprise and embarrassment, as Medaea walks in, her arms laden with purchases from the market. Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of you, your body splayed out, your fingers deep in your anus, your moans filling the air. [[Explain this to your mother|Erythia 32]]

You try to stop, to pull your fingers out of your anus, but the temptation is too strong, the pleasure too intense. You let out a soft whimper, your body betraying you as it continues to move, to seek release. She watches you for a moment, her expression softening with understanding. <<dialogue "Medaea" "It's alright. You don't have to stop on my account. I've seen and done much more erotic things in the name of Aphrodite. What you're doing doesn't disturb me.">>Relief washes over you at her words, and you relax slightly, your body still aching with need. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mother, please help me. I can't control this feeling. I need your help to suppress it.">>She nods, setting her purchases down on the bedside table. She pulls out a toy, a realistic replica of a human phallus, its details explicit and lifelike. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Use this. It will help you find release and satisfy your desires.">>But you're too lost in the moment, too far gone to fully comprehend her words. You're a writhing, moaning mess of need, your body begging for release. Seeing your state, she takes matters into her own hands. She flips you over onto your hands and knees, positioning you so that your ass is in the air, your anus exposed and ready. She takes the toy, coating it generously with oil, and presses the head against your anus. You let out a low moan as she begins to push it in, the sensation of being filled once again sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. [[Your mother rescues you|Erythia 33]]

Medaea starts to move the toy, her movements slow and deliberate, allowing you to adjust to the sensation of being filled. She pushes it in deeper, inch by inch, her other hand reaching around to stroke your clit, adding to the overwhelming pleasure. Her fingers are skilled, knowing, drawing out your pleasure, building you up to a climax that promises to be earth-shattering.<<dialogue "Medaea" "Just relax and feel. Let the pleasure take over.">>She begins to move the toy in and out, her pace steady and rhythmic, mimicking the actions of a lover. You can feel every vein, every ridge of the toy as it slides in and out of your anus, the sensation intense and all-consuming. Simultaneously, she inserts two fingers into your quim, curling them to hit that sweet spot inside you, her thumb continuing to circle your clit.<<dialogue "Philtra" "More. I need more.">>She obliges, her movements becoming faster, more urgent. The toy pounds into your anus with a force that has you crying out with each thrust, while her fingers in your quim match the rhythm, driving you wild with pleasure. She leans over you, her body pressing against yours, her breath hot on your ear.<<dialogue "Medaea" "Come for me. Let go and come for me.">>To quicken the process, she adds more fingers, all five of them entering your quim, stretching you, filling you completely. You can feel every inch of her, the way her fingers curl and twist, hitting spots you didn't know existed. The combination of the toy in your anus and her hand in your quim is overwhelming, the pleasure so intense it's almost painful. You can feel the orgasm building, the tension coiling in your body, the pleasure reaching a fever pitch. And then, with a final, powerful thrust of the toy and a deep, penetrating movement of her fingers, you're sent hurtling over the edge. Your body convulses, your anus and quim clenching around the toy and her fingers as waves of pleasure crash over you. <<pulse>>You cry out, your voice a raw, primal scream, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm. She continues to move the toy and her fingers, drawing out your pleasure, milking your orgasm for all it's worth. You can feel your anus and quim pulsing, your body spasming, your mind shattering into a million pieces of pure bliss.<</pulse>> As the waves of pleasure finally begin to subside, she slows her movements, gently pulling the toy out of your anus and her fingers from your quim. You collapse onto the bed, your body spent, your mind blissfully empty. She lies down beside you, pulling the covers over your naked body, her arms wrapping around you in a comforting embrace.<<dialogue "Medaea" "You did well. Now, sleep. Let the goddess take care of the rest.">>And with that, you drift off into a deep, satisfied sleep, your body and mind at peace, your challenge successfully completed. You sleep through the remainder of the day, your dreams filled with erotic visions and the lingering sensations of your intense orgasm. [[Its finally over|Erythia 34]]

You drift into a dream, the scenery around you shifting until you find yourself in a beautiful, vibrant forest. The air is filled with the sweet scent of flowers, and the sound of a nearby waterfall creates a soothing melody. Erythia appears before you, her divine presence commanding and alluring, a smile playing on her lips.<<dialogue "Erythia" "You did it. You completed your mission. I'm really proud of you.">>You feel a flush of pride and relief. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Erythia. I'm just glad it's over.">>Her expression turns more serious. <<dialogue "Erythia" "Aphrodite has been watching, and she wants you to take the Trials of Aphrodite. You have to start at least a week before the Veil of Selene’s Embrace, which is a month from now.">>Excitement and nervousness flutter in your stomach. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The Trials of Aphrodite? That sounds intense. How do I even begin?">>She grins, a hint of mischief in her eyes. <<dialogue "Erythia" "Aphrodite didn't want me to tell you that part. You'll have to figure it out on your own. I recommend talking to your mother. She knows a lot about Aphrodite and can probably guide you.">>You nod, taking in her words. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Okay, I'll talk to her. Thanks for letting me know, Erythia.">>Her form starts to fade, but her voice lingers in your dream. <<dialogue "Erythia" "Good luck. I know you can do this. Until next time.">> [[Talk to your mother|Erythia 35]]

You wake up and your mother asks if Erythia said anything to you. You nod solemnly. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, Mother. She came to me in a dream and told me that Aphrodite wants me to undertake the Trials of Aphrodite before the lunar eclipse, which is a month from today. The trials must begin at least a week before the eclipse.">>Her face pales, her eyes widening with worry. <<dialogue "Medaea" "The Trials of Aphrodite? Do you know what that entails?">>You shake your head. <<dialogue "Philtra" "No, Mother. Erythia wouldn't tell me how to start them. She said I should ask you.">>She takes a deep breath, her mind racing. <<dialogue "Medaea" "The Veil of Selene’s Embrace, it is a type of lunar eclipse... it happens once every 300 or so years. On this day, the gods are allowed to descend from their thrones and walk among mortals. They can interact with our world physically, something they cannot do at any other time. This is a day of both great opportunity and great danger.">>She pauses, her expression serious. <<dialogue "Medaea" "The Trials of Aphrodite are no ordinary challenges. They are designed to test your devotion, your courage, and your purity. And with the gods able to intervene directly, the stakes are higher than ever. You must be prepared for anything. Anything at all.">><<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> [[You further question your mother|Erythia 16]]

Your father gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze, his voice calm and soothing. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Philtra, it's just a few coins. Don't worry about it. The thief is probably part of the thieving guild, and they're not someone you want to mess with.">>You shake your head, your jaw set with determination. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I can't just let this go, Father. I'm going back to the sacred groves to find the thief. I want to get my money back.">>He sighs, running a hand through his hair. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Philtra, the thief is long gone by now. They don't stick around after a heist; they head back to their hideout to lay low. You won't find him there.">>You nod, your mind made up. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Then I'll go to their hideout. Where is it?">>Your father pauses, then says, <<dialogue "Peregrine" "I'm not sure exactly, but I've heard rumors that it's somewhere near the riverbanks to the south of the polis. But Philtra, it's dangerous there. You shouldn't go alone.">>He leans in, his voice serious. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "I've heard things, Philtra. Bodies floating in the river, polis guards who tried to arrest the thieves and ended up... well, you get the idea. The thieving guild is dangerous business.">>You meet his gaze, your expression steady. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I get it, Father. After hearing that..... I'll let it go.">>Your father smiles, relief evident in his eyes. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "That's the right decision, Philtra. Now, let's not worry about this anymore.">> [[You lied of course|Thysa Lyssa 2]]

With that, you set off towards the south of the polis, your destination the riverbanks. The journey is uneventful, but as you approach the water, you can't shake off a sense of unease. The river flows swiftly, its waters dark and foreboding, and the air is filled with an almost palpable tension. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what's to come, and begin your search. The area is vast, and it takes you a while to find anything suspicious. But as you round a bend, you notice something peculiar... a small opening in the wall beneath a bridge, partly obscured by the rushing water. Your heart skips a beat as you realize this could be the hideout you're looking for. Cautiously, you approach the opening, your eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. You crouch down, your hands touching the cold, damp stones, feeling for any mechanisms or hidden latches. The opening is cleverly disguised, blending seamlessly with the wall, but your instincts tell you that this is indeed a door. You spend what feels like an eternity trying to figure out how to open it, your fingers tracing every inch of the surface, but to no avail. Frustration begins to build, but you refuse to give up. You're not one to back down from a challenge, and this door won't be the exception. Standing up, you brush the dirt off your hands and take a step back, your mind racing. If you can't find a way in, you'll make one. You focus your elemental powers, feeling the earth beneath your feet, the stones of the wall, and the very essence of the bridge above you. With a deep breath, you begin to pull the bricks from the opening, one by one. The work is slow and painstaking, but you're meticulous, ensuring that the structure remains stable as you create a passage just large enough for you to squeeze through. The river flows beside you, its relentless current a reminder of the danger that lurks in these waters, but you don't falter. Sweat beads on your forehead, and your arms ache from the effort, but you push through, your determination unwavering. You are Philtra, and you will not be stopped. As the last brick is carefully removed, you take a moment to catch your breath, your heart pounding with anticipation and exhilaration. The passage is ready, and you're one step closer to confronting the thieves who dared to steal from you. [[Be stealthy|Thysa Lyssa 3]]

You take a deep breath, and with a final glance at the river, you begin to make your way into the tunnel. The passage is dark and narrow, the air musty and stale, but you move with stealth, your senses on high alert. You hear a noise up ahead, a soft shuffling sound that piques your curiosity. You approach cautiously, your heart pounding in your chest as you round a corner and come face-to-face with a young woman. She is short and lean, but there is a beauty to her, a certain grace that commands attention. Her eyes widen in recognition as she takes in your appearance, and she speaks before you can utter a word. <<dialogue "Young Woman" "You? How did you make it in here?">>You realize then that you've found one of the thieves, and perhaps your stolen satchel isn't far behind. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm here for what's mine. My silken satchel and the drachmae that was stolen from me. I want them back.">>The young woman's expression turns serious, and she glances over your shoulder, her eyes widening slightly. Before you can turn around to see what has caught her attention, you feel a sharp prick at the back of your neck. You reach up, your fingers brushing against a small dart protruding from your skin. A wave of weakness washes over you, and your vision begins to swim. You try to turn around to see who has attacked you, but your body feels heavy and unresponsive. The young woman in front of you takes a step back, her expression one of concern and something else... perhaps fear. <<dialogue "Young Woman" "I'm sorry... ">>Her words fade into the distance as darkness claims you, and you crumble to the ground, unconscious. [[Wake back up|Thysa Lyssa 4]]

You wake up and realize that you are completely naked, your hands tied by a rough rope above your head, your arms stretched taut and vulnerable. Your legs are spread wide apart, also secured by rope, leaving you exposed and at the mercy of whoever has captured you. You look around, taking in your surroundings, and see that you are in a large, dimly lit chamber. Several men and women, all with the same short, lean build as the woman you encountered earlier, mill about, their eyes flicking to you with curiosity and something more sinister. You notice statues of Hermes scattered throughout the room, some intact, others broken and chipped, a testament to the thieves' worship for the god of thieves and travelers. A young woman approaches you, her steps confident and purposeful. She is strikingly similar to the woman you saw earlier, with the same beautiful features and graceful movements. She stops in front of you, her eyes roaming over your naked body, taking in every detail.<<dialogue "Young Woman" "How did you get in here? Our headquarters is well hidden, and we don't take kindly to intruders.">>You meet her gaze, your own eyes flashing with defiance. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I came for what's mine. My silken satchel and the drachmae that was stolen from me. I want them back.">> [[Get your items back|Thysa Lyssa 5]]

You accuse the young woman standing in front of you, your voice laced with anger and contempt. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You stole from me. Give me back my satchel and my drachmae.">>The young woman throws her head back and laughs, a deep, throaty sound that echoes through the chamber. The others join in, their laughter mocking and cruel, bouncing off the walls and assaulting your ears. The young woman in front of you wipes a tear from her eye, her chest heaving with amusement.<<dialogue "Young Woman" "You have guts, I'll give you that. But you're in our territory now, and we don't take kindly to intruders ourselves.">>She steps closer, her body pressing against yours, her breath hot on your ear. <<dialogue "Young Woman" "You're a beautiful one, aren't you? We're going to have so much fun with you before we kill you and throw your body into the river.">>As she speaks, she trails a finger down your body, tracing the curves of your breasts and your stomach, and finally, she inserts it into your quim, her touch sending a shock of pleasure through your body despite the circumstances. You can't help but let out a soft moan, your hips bucking slightly as she begins to move her finger in and out, her thumb circling your clit.<<dialogue "Young Woman" "Such a responsive little thing. You're going to be a delight.">>While she pleasures you, you focus your elemental powers, discreetly loosening the ropes tied to your wrists and legs. The ropes begin to give way, inch by inch, as you concentrate, your breath coming in ragged gasps. The young woman continues to finger you, her movements skilled and confident, drawing out your pleasure, building you up to a climax that you know will be intense and overwhelming. You can feel the ropes loosening further, your body tensing with anticipation, both from the pleasure and the impending escape. [[Free yourself|Thysa Lyssa 6]]

The young woman's finger continues to work its magic on your quim, her touch skilled and unrelenting. She leans in, her mouth capturing one of your nipples, sucking and nibbling gently, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Her other hand kneads your breast, her fingers rolling and pinching your nipple, the sensation so intense it's almost painful, but in the best way possible. She alternates between your breasts, her mouth and hands working in perfect harmony, driving you to the brink of madness with desire.<<dialogue "Young Woman" "Mmm, you taste so sweet. I could feast on you all day.">>The crowd around you is a blur of arousal and excitement, their eyes glued to your body, their whistles and cheers filling the air, spurring the young woman on. You can feel their desire, their hunger, but your focus is solely on the young woman before you, on the pleasure she is extracting from your body, and on the ropes that are slowly, discreetly loosening. She sucks and bites, her mouth and hands never stopping, her actions growing more fervent, more urgent. You can feel the ropes giving way, inch by inch, your body tensing with anticipation, both from the pleasure and the impending escape.<<dialogue "Young Woman" "You like that, don't you?">>After what feels like an eternity of pleasure, your bindings finally loosen enough for you to slip your hands and legs free. You keep your movements subtle, your body language not betraying your newfound freedom. The young woman continues her onslaught, her mouth and hands never stopping, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body pressing against yours, her arousal evident. With a quick, fluid motion, you reach down and grab the dagger sheathed in her pants, pressing the cold metal against her neck. She freezes, her eyes widening in shock and surprise. The crowd falls silent, their cheers dying down as they draw their weapons, pointing them at you, their eyes filled with betrayal, anger, and a healthy dose of arousal.<<dialogue "Young Woman" "You're feisty, but you're playing a dangerous game, little one. My friends here aren't known for their patience, and they do love a good show.">>She takes a deep breath, her body pressing even closer to yours, the dagger digging slightly into her neck. <<dialogue "Young Woman" "But I admire your spirit. It's been a long time since anyone has surprised me like this. So, what do you want? What brought you to our doorstep?">>The crowd watches, their weapons raised, their eyes never leaving you, the tension in the room palpable, the air thick with desire and danger. <<set $aphroditefavor += 1>><<set $combat += 2>><<set $seduction += 2>><<set $sexuality += 2>><<set $courage += 2>> [[Offer a deal|Thysa Lyssa 7]]

The young woman, seemingly unfazed by the dagger at her throat, goes back to her earlier actions, but with renewed vigor and aggression. Her finger plunges into your quim, moving with a fierce intensity, her palm grinding against your clit with each thrust. You gasp, the sudden increase in pace and pressure taking you by surprise, sending waves of intense pleasure crashing through your body. Simultaneously, she leans in and captures your nipple in her mouth, sucking and biting with a ferocity that borders on painful, but only serves to heighten your arousal. Her other hand kneads and squeezes your breast, her fingers digging into your flesh, marking you as her own.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Stop. You're not afraid of death?">>She pulls back slightly, a wicked smile playing on her lips, her finger still buried deep inside you. <<dialogue "Young Woman" "Death is a part of our life, sweetheart. And I'd rather go out doing this, so to speak, than cower in fear. Now, where were we?">>She goes back to her aggressive fingering and sucking, her actions relentless, her body pressing against yours, her arousal evident and matching your own. You're taken aback by her bravery, her willingness to face death head-on, and it gives you a newfound respect for her. Thinking quickly, you blurt out, <<dialogue "Philtra" "I want to make a deal with your guild. I want to hire your services.">>The young woman pauses, her finger still inside you, her mouth still on your breast, but she stops moving, her eyes meeting yours, a spark of interest in her gaze. <<dialogue "Young Woman" "Oh, really? And what services might those be, little thief?">>The crowd watches, their weapons still raised, but their expressions curious, the tension in the room shifting from dangerous to negotiable. <<set $persuasion += 1>><<set $intellect += 1>> [[Introductions first|Thysa Lyssa 8]]

Lyssa slides her fingers out of your quim, bringing them to her mouth and licking them clean, her eyes locked onto yours with an intense, seductive gaze. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "Delicious. I could definitely get used to that taste.">>She turns to the crowd, her voice taking on a note of authority. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "Alright, everyone, that's enough of a show. Clear out.">>The crowd reluctantly disperses, their weapons lowered, but their eyes still lingering on you with arousal. Once they're gone, Lyssa turns back to you, her expression shrewd and calculating.<<dialogue "Lyssa" "I'm Lyssa. And you are?">>You take her hand, giving it a firm shake. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Philtra. And I presume you're the one in charge here?">>Lyssa nods, a smirk still playing on her lips. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "Something like that. This is my younger sister, Thysa.">>Thysa bounces into the room, her eyes wide with excitement and a warm, affectionate smile on her face. <<dialogue "Thysa" "Hi there, Philtra! It's so nice to meet you. I'm really sorry about all this mess. Here, let me return your things.">>She hands you your silken satchel and the few drachmae, her expression apologetic. You take them, but then smile and hand them back to her.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Keep them, Thysa. Consider it a peace offering. We have more important things to discuss, don't you think?">>Thysa's face lights up, her eyes sparkling with excitement. <<dialogue "Thysa" "Really? Thank you, Philtra! That's so kind of you.">>Lyssa watches the exchange, her expression softening slightly, but still maintaining an air of protectiveness and calculation. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "So, Philtra, what's this deal you want to make with our guild? And why should we even consider it?">> [[Explain the deal|Thysa Lyssa 9]]

You take a deep breath, knowing that you need to present a compelling and realistic plan to Lyssa. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Lyssa, I need your help with a delicate matter that involves my father and Mnemonides. My father is an ambitious man, and he has been whispering in the ears of influential people, suggesting that Mnemonides is unfit to lead the army. He believes that with the right support, he can challenge Mnemonides and take his position.">>Lyssa's eyes narrow as she listens, her expression shrewd. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "And what does your father hope to gain from this?">>You meet her gaze steadily. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Power, influence, and the respect of the people. But I see the writing on the wall... if my father challenges Mnemonides openly, it will lead to a power struggle that could tear the polis apart. I want to prevent that and remove Mnemonides from his position in a way that benefits everyone, including my father.">>Lyssa leans in, her voice a low murmur. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "And how do you propose we do that?">>You pause, choosing your words carefully. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I have a plan, but it's still taking shape. Meeting you and your guild has given me an idea of how we can make it work. We need to create a scenario where Mnemonides is exposed as a traitor, but in a way that doesn't implicate my father or cause unnecessary chaos.">>Lyssa raises an eyebrow, waiting for you to elaborate.<<dialogue "Philtra" "We need to infiltrate the royal palace and plant forged documents that implicate Mnemonides in a plot to assassinate King Basileos. We'll make it seem like he's been embezzling funds to build a secret army, intending to use his immortality to seize the throne. The documents should be detailed and convincing, leaving no room for doubt.">>Lyssa's expression turns serious, and she leans back, considering your words carefully. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "This is a high-stakes game, Philtra. If we play our cards wrong, it could lead to a civil war or even an invasion by neighboring poleis smelling blood in the water. We're talking about framing a high-ranking official for treason, and the consequences could be severe. Plus, we don't know the palace's layout or the servants and guards' schedules. We'll need to take some time for reconnaissance; if we fail, the consequences could be catastrophic.">>You nod, acknowledging the risks. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand the dangers, Lyssa. But with your guild's expertise and the time we take for recon, we can pull this off. To sweeten the deal, as part of this job, your guild can steal any jewels that you can from the palace as payment. I'm not out to make money; I want to take out Mnemonides and clear the way for my father to rise legitimately.">>Lyssa takes a moment to think, her fingers tapping thoughtfully on the table. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "Alright, Philtra. I'm intrigued. Let's discuss the specifics and see if we can turn this idea into a feasible plan. But remember, the stakes are incredibly high, and we need to be absolutely certain of our steps. One wrong move, and we could find ourselves on the wrong side of the king's wrath. And taking the time for proper recon is crucial; we can't afford to underestimate our opposition.">> [[Lyssa's plan|Thysa Lyssa 10]]

Lyssa turns to Thysa, her expression serious. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "Thysa, I need you to do something very important for us. I want you to infiltrate the royal palace and gather as much information as you can about the layout, the guard schedules, and any potential weaknesses in their security. We need to know everything if we're going to pull this off.">>Thysa's eyes widen with excitement, but then she pouts slightly. <<dialogue "Thysa" "But Lyssa, I want to be involved in the whole plot, not just the recon.">>Lyssa places a hand on Thysa's shoulder, her voice firm but gentle. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "Thysa, your role is crucial. With your stealth and observation skills, you're the perfect person for this job. But I need you to focus on the recon and leave the rest to Philtra and me. The stakes are incredibly high, and we can't afford any mistakes.">>Thysa looks at you, then at Lyssa, her expression softening slightly. <<dialogue "Thysa" "Alright, I understand. But Lyssa, you have to promise me that next time, I get to do more than just recon.">>Lyssa smiles, ruffling Thysa's hair affectionately. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "Of course, Thysa. You'll get your chance to shine. But for now, let's focus on this mission and make sure we get it right. Remember, one mistake could have catastrophic consequences.">>Thysa nods, determination in her eyes. <<dialogue "Thysa" "You're right. I won't let you down, Lyssa. I'll get the information we need.">>Lyssa turns back to you, her expression serious. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "Philtra, while Thysa is doing the recon, we should start working on the forged documents. They need to be flawless and convincing. We can't leave any room for doubt.">>You nod in agreement. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Absolutely. Let's get to work. The success of this plan depends on every detail being perfect.">> [[Thysa comes back with some info post recon|Thysa Lyssa 11]]

A few days later, Thysa slips back into the hideout, her cheeks flushed with excitement and her eyes sparkling with newfound knowledge. She takes a moment to catch her breath before launching into her report, her voice a thrilling whisper.<<dialogue "Thysa" "The palace is a maze of secrets and shadows, but I've unraveled some of its mysteries. Firstly, Klytemnaestra and Mnemonides are... close. Closer than anyone realizes. He visits her chambers every day, and when they're together, the palace operates on a skeleton crew of servants and guards to ensure their privacy.">>Your eyebrows shoot up, a mischievous glint in your eye. <<dialogue "Philtra" "That's interesting. It might explain how Klytemnaestra keeps Mnemonides in check. An immortal's affections can be a powerful leash.">>Thysa leans in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. <<dialogue "Thysa" "The timing of their trysts is predictable, which gives us a small window to exploit. Here's what I propose: a two-part infiltration, with each of us playing a crucial role.">>Lyssa's eyes narrow with interest. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "I'm listening.">>Thysa takes a deep breath, her plan spilling out in a rush of clever details. <<dialogue "Thysa" "One of us will pose as a new servant, sent specifically to attend to Klytemnaestra's needs during her time with Mnemonides. This person will have to be discreet and quick. The target is Mnemonides' belongings, which he keeps in a hidden compartment in Klytemnaestra's room. We need his personal stamp... it's a unique design, and we can use it to seal our forged documents, making them seem authentic. Make sure to place the stamp back exactly where you found it, and add a bag of Vyris Shards... foreign currency from the Kingdom of Dysnomia... to make it seem like Mnemonides has been accepting bribes to further his treacherous plans and implicate him further.">>You nod, your mind already racing with the complexities of the plan. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And the other person?">>Thysa's smile turns wicked. <<dialogue "Thysa" "The other will pose as a guard, one of the few allowed near the king's chambers during this time. This person will collect the stamped documents from the servant and deliver them to King Basileos' private study, placing them in a place where he's sure to find them... perhaps among his personal correspondence or on his desk.">>Lyssa's eyes gleam with approval. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "Clever. But how do we ensure the documents are convincing?">>You take the pouch, examining the shards with a critical eye. <<dialogue "Philtra" "This is perfect. With the stamp and the foreign currency, the documents will be airtight. Mnemonides won't be able to deny his involvement. Even if he does try that, no one will believe him.">> [[Finalize the details|Thysa Lyssa 12]]

You meet Erythia's smoldering gaze and refuse her entreaty, your voice steady despite the heat of her presence. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm not ready to yield myself to you.">>Erythia's eyes widen, a flicker of surprise crossing her ethereal features before her lips curl into a wicked, knowing smile. <<dialogue "Erythia" "Boldly spoken. But beware, mortal... your defiance may cost more than your own soul... perhaps your father's instead.">>With a sultry laugh that echoes like a spell, she glides back into the shadows, her silhouette dissolving as time itself stirs once more, leaving you alone with the weight of her words. Your eyes fly open, and in that heart-wrenching moment, you see Mnemonides's sword, Shadow's Embrace, arc through the air with deadly precision. The blade connects with your father's neck, and with a sickening crunch, Peregrine's head is cleanly severed from his body. His lifeless eyes stare up at the sky, his dreams and hopes shattered forever as his body collapses to the ground, blood pooling around the gruesome scene. The arena's roar stutters into a collective gasp, then falls into a heavy, mournful silence. The crowd, stunned by the brutal loss of their champion and horrified by Mnemonides's cruelty, offers no cheer, only a profound, sorrowful stillness. King Basileos and the Dowager Queen Klytemnaestra share a similar reaction, their faces both wearing smug smiles of satisfaction. They exchange a glance, a silent understanding passing between them as they witness the brutal end of Peregrine. It is clear that they had anticipated this outcome, and they are pleased with how the events have unfolded, seeing it as a necessary step in their grand scheme. Mnemonides throws his head back, a triumphant roar echoing through the suddenly quiet arena. He expects a furious response, a desperate challenge from the defeated crowd, but instead, they merely turn, shoulders slumped, a wave of palpable disappointment washing over them as they begin to disperse. This quiet resignation fuels his rage more than any defiance. His eyes, burning with frustrated malice, snap from the retreating masses to lock onto you and your mother, a cruel smile spreading across his face as he relishes the thought of exacting his cruelty on the remaining members of Peregrine's family. <<set $aphroditefavor -= 2>> [[Turn to your mother]]

Gryphion, growing impatient and more aroused by the sight, grabs Iodaeus's hand and forces it between your legs, pressing his fingers against your clit, making you moan despite yourself. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "Touch her more. Make her feel it. Make her beg for it. Finger her quim and her arse until she comes. Let everyone watch her lose control.">>Iodaeus, under his forceful command, begins to rub your clit in slow, deliberate circles, his fingers slick with your wetness. He then slides two fingers into your quim, pumping them in and out, his movements deliberate and on display for all to see. You can't help but moan and buck your hips, your body betraying you as it responds to his touch, your arousal evident to everyone present. He moves behind you and grabs your arse cheeks, spreading them wide, exposing your arse hole to Iodaeus and the crowd. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "Don't forget her arse. Make sure she feels it everywhere.">>Iodaeus, following his orders, slides his other hand around to your arse, his fingers probing and circling your arse hole, making you gasp and moan even louder. He slides a finger into your arse, pumping it in time with the fingers in your quim, the dual stimulation sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.<<dialogue "Gryphion" "That's it. Let them hear you. Let them know how much you're enjoying this.">>Your moans turn to cries of pleasure as Iodaeus continues to finger both your quim and your arse, his movements relentless and on full display. The crowd watches, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their eyes wide with arousal and anticipation.<<dialogue "Gryphion" "Come for us. Come for Iodaeus and for the Band of the Hawk. Let us see your pleasure.">><<shake>>With a final, shuddering cry, you obey, your body convulsing with the force of your orgasm, your quim and arse clenching around Iodaeus's fingers as waves of pleasure wash over you, leaving you breathless and spent, your body on full display for all to see.<</shake>> He turns to the crowd, a satisfied smile on his face, his voice booming. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "There you have it, men. Loyalty and obedience. This is what the Band of the Hawk is all about.">> [[Things are about to get worse in the camp of the bank of the hawk]]

After what feels like an eternity, he pulls you off, his chest heaving, his eyes dark with desire. <<dialogue "ClothMaster" "Enough. It is time for me to take my pleasure from your other hole. Are you ready for that? It's going to be a tight fit.">>You nod as you stand up and turn around, bending over the arm of his chair. You brace yourself, your heart pounding in your chest as you feel him position himself at your anus. He takes his time, rubbing the head of his phallus against you, coating himself with your natural lubrication. He enters you slowly, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust to the sensation of being filled in a way you never have been before. You gasp, your body tensing as he stretches you, claiming you. He pauses, allowing you to adjust to the sensation, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back, his touch gentle and reassuring.<<dialogue "ClothMaster" "Relax. Let your body adjust to me. You're doing so well.">>You take a deep breath, forcing your body to relax, to accept him. <<bounce>>He begins to move, his hips thrusting against yours, his hands gripping your hips, holding you in place as he takes his pleasure. You can feel every inch of him, the way he fills you, the way he moves within you, the way he uses your body for his own gratification.<</bounce>><<dialogue "ClothMaster" "Such a tight, willing little thing you are. I could get used to this. Your body is made for sin.">>He continues to thrust, his pace increasing gradually, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he chases his release. You can feel your own arousal building, your body responding to his touch, to the way he uses you, and to the power dynamics at play. His hands roam over your body, squeezing your breast, kneading your flesh, pinching your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure and pain through your body. With a final, powerful thrust, he stills, his phallus pulsing within you as he finds his release, his seed spilling into you. He leans over you, his chest heaving, his breath hot on your ear as he whispers, <<dialogue "ClothMaster" "Thank you. That was most satisfying.">>He pulls out, leaving you feeling empty and used, your body flushed with the residual arousal, and a sense of accomplishment. He turns you around, his eyes softening slightly as he looks at you, a small smile playing on his lips.<<dialogue "ClothMaster" "There you go. Now, put these on and show yourself off. Let them see what they're missing out on. You've earned it.">>He hands you the set of clothes made with the normal fabric. [[Meetup with Elara and Medaea]]

Eamon raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. <<dialogue "Eamon" "Indeed? And what makes you believe that? You are aware that Mnemonides is an immortal, and crossing him could lead to severe repercussions. He holds significant influence with the king and wields considerable power.">>You circled the desk, your hips swaying gently with each step, until you were right beside him. Leaning in, your cleavage prominently displayed, you spoke in a low, sultry tone. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Precisely because he is immortal, Senator. His lust for power and riches is insatiable. Under his leadership, he will exhaust our polis's resources to fuel his ceaseless conquests and wars. He will drain our polis, all for his glory and immortality. Our treasury will be emptied, and our people will endure hardship.">>You rested a hand on his shoulder, your fingers lightly tracing his jawline. <<dialogue "Philtra" "My father, Peregrine, is a man of honor and principle. He is mortal, and therefore, his interests align with those of our polis. He will ensure the wise management of our resources, the protection of our people, and the continued growth of our wealth. Our polis will flourish under his leadership, and he will protect your wealth and influence. Consider the political and financial benefits... with Peregrine in command, you can guide him to support your interests, ensuring your investments and endeavors prosper.">>You leaned in closer, your lips almost touching his ear as you whispered, <<dialogue "Philtra" "Envision this, Senator. With Peregrine as general, you gain a stable and prosperous polis. Your investments will bloom, and your political power will escalate. Isn't that what truly counts? Are your wealth and influence secure? Mnemonides' immortal ambitions will only bring disorder and financial collapse. Peregrine offers stability and prosperity.">>Eamon's expression shifted, his initial concern giving way to thoughtful deliberation. You could see the gears turning in his mind as he evaluated your points. The promise of wealth and political gain was a potent incentive, and you were confident that you had presented a persuasive argument, one that appealed to his ambitions and desires. Now, it was his decision to make, and you hoped your compelling case would sway him in your favor. <<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> [[Seduce Eamon]] [[Persuade Eamon]]

<<dialogue "Eamon" "You taste exquisite. I could indulge in you endlessly.">>You arched your body, gripping the chair tightly as you pushed back against him, urging him deeper. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, my lord. Please, don't stop. I want more.">>He intensified his efforts, his tongue circling your clit, his fingers entering you, curling to stimulate that exquisite spot within, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through your body. Your orgasm built rapidly, your body tensing, your breath coming in quick, sharp gasps. <<shake>>Your body convulsed as your climax tore through you, waves of pleasure engulfing you, leaving you trembling and breathless. Eamon continued to lick and suck gently, extracting every last shudder of pleasure before finally pulling away, a contented smile on his face.<</shake>> Rising, you turned to face him, a confident, seductive smile playing on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And now, my lord, you are persuaded, are you not?">>He nodded, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his phallus still erect and ready. <<dialogue "Eamon" "Indeed. You have won me over. I will back your cause. I will aid you in ousting Mnemonides and installing Peregrine in his stead. You have my pledge and my steadfast support.">>You smiled slowly, beginning to dress, your movements deliberate and teasing. Slipping the gown back on, your eyes locked onto his as you secured the laces, your breasts pressing against the fabric, your nipples hard and prominent. Turning your back to him, you purred, <<dialogue "Philtra" "Assist me with my laces, my lord. A lady requires help with certain tasks.">>He obliged, his fingers brushing your skin as he tied the laces, his breath hot on your neck. Once finished, you turned to face him, a satisfied smile on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, my lord. I assure you, you will find this arrangement beneficial.">> [[Eamon explains the next steps]]

The first figure was a woman, her silver hair cascading down her back, her eyes sharp and piercing. She wore a deep blue gown adorned with shimmering precious stones, and a stunning sapphire and diamond necklace graced her neck. This was Cassandra, the matriarch of the House of Silas, her presence commanding and regal, radiating wisdom and power. Beside her sat another woman, her auburn hair rich and lustrous, her striking green eyes complementing her emerald green gown. Her fingers were decked with gold and emerald rings. This was Helena, the head of the House of Lucius, her expression cunning and calculating, with a seductive gleam in her eye. The final figure was a man, his hair a stark white, his beard neatly trimmed, and his eyes a steely gray. He was clad in a deep red tunic and trousers, the fabric rich and luxurious, with a golden buckle adorning his belt. This was Agamemnon, the leader of the House of Cassian, his posture erect, his expression stern and authoritative, bearing the air of a seasoned commander. Eamon escorted you to the table, his hand resting on the small of your back in a gesture of support and possession. <<dialogue "Eamon" "Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce Philtra, daughter of Peregrine. She bears a proposal that could alter the destiny of our city.">>The three guild members appraised you with a blend of intrigue and doubt, their eyes scanning every aspect of your appearance. You held their gazes steadfastly, your chin elevated, your expression resolute and self-assured. <<set $persuasion += 1>> <<set $intellect += 1>> [[Present your case to the guild]]

Finally, you addressed Cassandra, your tone respectful and measured. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Cassandra, your insight is priceless. You perceive the threads of destiny and understand that sometimes, a calculated risk can yield greater rewards. Peregrine's leadership brings a new perspective and a dedication to our city's immediate needs. His mortality ensures he is fully committed to our city's present and future, unlike an immortal who may stagnate.">>Cassandra's expression remained stern, her eyes sharp. <<dialogue "Cassandra" "I value your points, but I must oppose you. Mnemonides' immortality offers eternal vigilance and stability, which are invaluable. His removal could bring unpredictability and chaos. I cannot endorse this proposal.">>Eamon interjected, his voice firm and supportive. <<dialogue "Eamon" "Cassandra, Philtra's strategy is well-considered and focuses on our city's long-term advantages. With all four of our families united, we can guarantee a seamless power transition and install Peregrine as the new general. I fully back Philtra and her father in this pursuit.">>Cassandra shook her head, her stance unyielding. <<dialogue "Cassandra" "I am sorry, Eamon, but I cannot support this. The risks are too high, and though the benefits are tempting, they do not justify the gamble.">>The room fell silent, the impact of Cassandra's refusal palpable. Eamon turned to you, his expression grave. <<dialogue "Eamon" "As you see, we lack unanimous agreement. All four guild members must consent to the proposal for it to proceed. I am sorry, but this meeting is adjourned until further notice.">> [[Target Cassandra]]

You reached down, your fingers finding her clit, circling and teasing, matching her rhythm. Cassandra moaned, her body arching off the bed, her hands gripping your ass, pulling you against her. You could feel her desire, her need, her want, and it mirrored your own... a primal, carnal hunger that craved satisfaction. <<bounce>>You aligned your bodies so that your clits rubbed together, your moisture mingling, your bodies pressing tightly, your breaths are coming in ragged gasps, your moans and cries of pleasure echoing through the room.<</bounce>> <<dialogue "Cassandra" "You feel incredible. So wet, so hot, so perfect.">>Leaning down, you captured her lips in a passionate kiss, your tongues dancing together, your bodies moving in sync, your pleasure building. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Cum with me. Let's find that pleasure, that connection, together.">>With a cry, you both complied, your bodies convulsing as your orgasms tore through you, waves of pleasure crashing over you, leaving you trembling and breathless, your bodies slick with sweat, your hearts pounding, your bodies entwined, your lips locked in a passionate, lingering kiss. As your orgasms subsided, you collapsed onto Cassandra, your body pressing against hers, your hearts beating in unison, your breaths syncing. Cassandra looked up at you, her eyes soft and satisfied. <<dialogue "Cassandra" "You've shown me that sometimes, the rewards are worth the risks. I'll support your proposal.">> [[Share the good news with Eamon]]

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You turn to Lyssa, your expression serious. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What should the letter contain? We need to make sure it's convincing enough to implicate Mnemonides beyond a doubt.">>Lyssa's eyes gleam with a shrewd light. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "The letter should be an acceptance of a plot to assassinate King Basileos. We'll forge it to make it seem like Mnemonides is communicating with the court of the Kingdom of Dysnomia, agreeing to their plan to kill the king and seize power. This will make him a traitor in the eyes of everyone. The bag of Vyris Shards will further implicate him, making it look like he's been paid to carry out this treachery.">>You nod, satisfied with her plan. <<dialogue "Philtra" "That sounds solid. But how are we going to get the disguises? We can't exactly buy them from the clothes shops in the market.">>Thysa chimes in, her voice confident. <<dialogue "Thysa" "Don't worry about that. I discovered something interesting during my recon. There are several floors built beneath the palace, including one dedicated to servants and another for guards. They keep spare clothes there for emergencies and replacements. We can borrow from there and return them once we're done.">>Lyssa confirms, <<dialogue "Lyssa" "Yes, that's a good point. We need to make sure we place the costumes back in their place afterward to avoid any suspicion. The last thing we want is for someone to notice missing items and raise an alarm.">>Thysa blushes slightly as she continues, <<dialogue "Thysa" "The disguise for the guard is going to be harder to acquire because there aren't many women in the king's guard. But for the servant, it should be easier. All the servants are women, and their costume includes a head scarf that covers their hair and most of their face, with only their lips visible. It's a safe cover and will help conceal your identity.">>She pauses, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. <<dialogue "Thysa" "However, the servant's costume is... very revealing. The upper body is mostly exposed, with only the nipples covered by golden fabric. The bottom is just a sheer loincloth that hides very little. It's designed to be alluring and provocative, so be prepared for that.">> [[Disguise youself as a guard|Thysa Lyssa 13]] [[Disguise yourself as a servant|Thysa Lyssa 14]]

You take a deep breath, your mind made up. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Lyssa, I want to take on the role of the disguised guard. Mnemonides knows me, and even with the headscarf, there's a risk he might recognize me. I think I have a better chance of passing myself off as a guard.">>Lyssa considers your request, then nods in agreement. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "That makes sense. You're right; Mnemonides knowing you could complicate things. I'll take on the role of the servant and handle getting the paper stamped. With the headscarf and the revealing costume, I should be able to move freely in the servant's quarters without raising suspicion.">>You clap your hands together, ready to move forward. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Alright, then it's settled. Let's start preparing the forged letter. It needs to be flawless, with all the right details to make it convincing.">>Lyssa pulls out parchment and a writing instrument, her expression focused and determined. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "I'll draft the letter to make it seem like Mnemonides is accepting a plot to assassinate King Basileos. We'll include details about the plan, the timeline, and how he intends to use his immortality to seize power. The more specific we are, the more convincing it will be.">>As Lyssa begins to write, you watch over her shoulder, ensuring every detail is perfect. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Remember to make it sound like Mnemonides' voice. Arrogant, confident, and cunning.">>Lyssa nods, her hand moving swiftly across the parchment. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "I won't forget. This letter needs to be his undoing.">>You turn to Thysa, who has been quietly listening. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thysa, can you gather the materials we need for the stamp? We'll need wax, a lamp, and anything else that might be useful.">>Thysa nods eagerly. <<dialogue "Thysa" "Of course. I'll get everything ready. We need to make sure this plan goes off without a hitch.">>With the roles assigned and the plan in motion, you all set to work, each focused on your respective tasks. The stakes are high, but you're determined to see this through and bring Mnemonides down once and for all. [[Infiltrate the palace|Thysa Lyssa 15]]

You turn to Lyssa and Thysa, a determined look in your eyes. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'll take the role of the servant. It should be easier for me to blend in among the other servants, and the disguise will help conceal my identity more effectively.">>Lyssa nods in agreement. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "That makes sense. The servant's costume will provide better coverage and make it easier for you to move around the palace unnoticed.">>Thysa smiles, a mischievous glint in her eye. <<dialogue "Thysa" "Just remember, the costume is quite revealing. You'll need to be comfortable with that.">>You shrug, a confident smile playing on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I can handle it. Besides, if it helps us pull this off, I'm more than willing to make the sacrifice.">>As you prepare to leave, you feel a pang of curiosity. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You know, I've been wondering... what's the nature of the relationship between Mnemonides and the dowager queen? They seem close, almost too close.">>You clap your hands together, ready to move forward. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Alright, then it's settled. Let's start preparing the forged letter. It needs to be flawless, with all the right details to make it convincing.">>Lyssa pulls out parchment and a writing instrument, her expression focused and determined. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "I'll draft the letter to make it seem like Mnemonides is accepting a plot to assassinate King Basileos. We'll include details about the plan, the timeline, and how he intends to use his immortality to seize power. The more specific we are, the more convincing it will be.">>As Lyssa begins to write, you watch over her shoulder, ensuring every detail is perfect. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Remember to make it sound like Mnemonides' voice. Arrogant, confident, and cunning.">>Lyssa nods, her hand moving swiftly across the parchment. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "I won't forget. This letter needs to be his undoing.">>You turn to Thysa, who has been quietly listening. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thysa, can you gather the materials we need for the stamp? We'll need wax, a lamp, and anything else that might be useful.">>Thysa nods eagerly. <<dialogue "Thysa" "Of course. I'll get everything ready. We need to make sure this plan goes off without a hitch.">>With the roles assigned and the plan in motion, you all set to work, each focused on your respective tasks. The stakes are high, but you're determined to see this through and bring Mnemonides down once and for all. [[Infiltrate the palace|Thysa Lyssa 26]]

As the sun sets and the sky darkens, a heavy rain begins to pour, casting a shroud of darkness and lowering visibility across the palace grounds. You and Lyssa, both cloaked and hooded, make your way towards the palace, the forged letter securely tucked away in Lyssa's belt. The rain provides perfect cover, muffling your footsteps and ensuring that any guards on duty are huddled inside, seeking refuge from the storm. You reach the palace entrance. With a nod to each other, you slip inside, sticking to the shadows and moving silently. The palace is a labyrinth of corridors and chambers, but Thysa's reconnaissance has provided you with a detailed map, and you know exactly where to go. Lyssa turns to you, her voice a low whisper. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "Remember, stay in the shadows and avoid any direct contact with the guards. The rain should help keep them indoors, but be cautious nonetheless.">>You nod, your grip tightening on the wooden torch you carry. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'll be careful. You do the same. We stick to the plan, and we'll be out before anyone knows what hit them.">>With that, you both split up, each knowing your role and the tasks at hand. Lyssa heads towards the servant's quarters, her heart pounding with determination, while you make your way down the stairs, sticking to the deepest shadows. The stairs are dimly lit, the wooden torch in your hand casting eerie shadows on the walls. You move cautiously, your senses heightened, listening for any sign of guards or servants. The rain outside continues to pour, its relentless drumming against the windows and roofs providing a comforting cover, ensuring that any guards on duty are focused on staying dry rather than patrolling. As you descend, you notice that the guards are indeed scarce, their usual patrols reduced to a minimum due to the inclement weather. Those that are on duty are huddled under awnings or in doorways, their cloaks pulled tight against the rain, their visibility lowered by the storm. You take advantage of this, slipping past them unnoticed. You reach the bottom of the stairs, the area below the palace, which is a maze of corridors and storage rooms. You stick to the walls, your torch casting just enough light to guide your way without drawing attention. The air is damp and musty, the sound of dripping water echoing through the corridors, creating an eerie symphony that seems to pulse with your own heightened senses. Your mind is focused on your task: retrieve the guard uniform, blend in, and deliver the stamped letter to King Basileos' chambers. You know the risks, but you also know the reward... exposing Mnemonides and securing a better future for your polis and your family. With determination burning in your chest, you press forward, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead. [[Get the guard uniform|Thysa Lyssa 16]]

You navigate the dimly lit corridors beneath the palace, your heart pounding in your chest as you search for the guards' floor. The air is thick with tension, and the sound of dripping water echoes ominously around you. Finally, you spot a door slightly ajar, and a faint glow of firelight spills out from within. You inch closer, your senses on high alert, and peer inside. Suddenly, the door creaks open wider, and you find yourself face-to-face with a room full of guards. There are about ten to twenty of them, all turning to look at you with an accusatory look. Your heart leaps into your throat, but you quickly regain your composure, remembering your cover story.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Apologies, sirs. I am one of the new servants. I got a bit turned around and ended up down here. I'm afraid I'm quite drenched from the rain and rather cold.">>The guards exchange glances, and for a moment, you fear they might see through your lie. But then, one of them, a burly guard with a thick beard, nods and gestures for you to enter. <<dialogue "Guard" "Come in, come in, girl. You look half-drowned. Warm yourself by the fire before you catch your death.">>You step inside, the heat of the fireplace washing over you, and you can't help but shiver as the cold leaves your bones. The guards make room for you, their eyes lingering on your revealing servant's costume, and you understand their insidious motives. They invite you to sit close to the fireplace, offering you a chance to warm up, but you know what they expect in return.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, sirs. I appreciate your kindness. I'll just stay here for a moment to warm up before I continue on my way.">>The guards smile, their eyes gleaming with anticipation, and you know you have a narrow escape. You need to play this carefully, buying yourself enough time to complete your mission without raising further suspicion. [[Play along|Thysa Lyssa 17]]

You sit by the fireplace, your body wracked with fake shivers, your teeth chattering loudly as you huddle into yourself, trying to convey the image of someone desperately seeking warmth. You wrap your cloak tightly around your body, using it to vigorously rub your hair, ensuring that your distinctive waist-length red hair is completely hidden from view. The guards watch you like predators over prey, their eyes lingering on your revealing servant's costume.<<dialogue "Guard" "Here, let me help you with that.">>His voice is a low, gruff growl as he takes your cloak and begins to rub it over your hair, his rough hands lingering a bit too long. You force a grateful smile, your heart pounding wildly in your chest as you play along with his charade.<<dialogue "Philtra" "You don't want to catch a cold, do you?">>You shake your head, your eyes downcast, trying to appear demure and innocent.<<dialogue "Philtra" "No, sir. Thank you for your kindness.">>The minutes tick by like hours as you continue to pretend to shiver, your eyes frantically scanning the room for an escape route. The guard notices your discomfort and sees an opportunity to assert his dominance. He dismisses the other guards, his voice leaving no room for argument.<<dialogue "Guard" "Alright, men, back to your posts. I'll make sure our little servant here is... properly taken care of.">>The other guards exchange knowing glances, their smiles wicked and full of insinuation as they file out of the room, leaving you alone with the guard. He turns to you, a predatory smile spreading across his face as he takes a step closer, his intentions clear as day.<<dialogue "Guard" "You are brave, coming down here in this storm. Let me make sure you're warm enough to continue your duties. You wouldn't want to catch a cold, now would you?">>He reaches out, his calloused hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin. You flinch slightly, your instincts screaming at you to pull away, but you force yourself to remain still, to play the part of the innocent servant.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, sir. I appreciate your concern.">>His smile widens, and he takes another step closer, his body invading your personal space. You can feel the heat of his breath on your face, and you know that you're running out of time. You need to act fast and decisively, or you might not make it out of this room unscathed. The tension in the air is palpable, a thick, choking fog that makes it hard to breathe. You can feel the weight of his gaze, heavy and oppressive, as he leans in, his lips inches from yours. Your heart hammers in your chest, your mind racing as you try to formulate a plan, knowing that your life depends on your next move. You take a deep, shaky breath, steeling yourself for what's to come, your hand slowly inching towards the dagger hidden in your belt, ready to strike if needed. The room is silent except for the crackling of the fire and the pounding of your own heart, a drumbeat of impending doom or salvation, you're not yet sure which. <<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> [[Protect yourself|Thysa Lyssa 18]]

You realize that attacking the guard could jeopardize both your and Lyssa's missions, so you decide to turn the tables on him and give him what he wants, but on your terms, all while maintaining your anonymity.<<dialogue "Philtra" "You're right, sir. I wouldn't want to catch a cold. But my clothes are so drenched, I'm afraid I'll never warm up like this.">>The guard's eyes gleam with interest as he takes the bait. <<dialogue "Guard" "Well, we can't have that, can we? You can borrow some of our spare clothes. There are plenty to go around.">>He gestures to the wardrobe next to them. <<dialogue "Guard" "I'll just grab a spare uniform. Be right back.">>As he turns to the wardrobe, you begin to slowly and seductively remove your drenched clothes, your movements deliberate and enticing. You start with your head scarf, revealing your waist-length red hair, now loose and damp. You quickly wrap your cloak around your head, ensuring that your hair is completely covered, maintaining your anonymity. The guard glances back, his eyes widening with appreciation as he takes in the sight of you, his gaze lingering on your revealing servant's costume.<<dialogue "Guard" "I'll make sure you're nice and warm.">>His voice is husky with desire as he begins to undress, his eyes never leaving yours. You smile seductively, your fingers trailing down your body as you slowly peel off your revealing top, exposing your breasts, your nipples hard from the cold and your arousal. You keep your cloak wrapped around your head, ensuring that your hair remains hidden. The guard's breath hitches as he watches, his movements becoming more urgent as he sheds his own clothes, his eyes feasting on your body.<<dialogue "Philtra" "You like what you see, sir?">>Your voice is a low purr as you turn around, giving him a full view of your assets, your sheer loincloth leaving little to the imagination. You bend over slightly, pretending to rummage through the wardrobe, knowing full well that he's getting an enticing view of your most intimate areas. The guard lets out a low growl of appreciation, his clothes now discarded as he stands before you, his body hard and ready. <<dialogue "Guard" "You're a teasing little thing, I like it.">> [[Press your advantage|Thysa Lyssa 19]]

You turn your back to him, stepping closer to the fire, your body shivering slightly from the cold and the anticipation. You continue to wipe your hair with your cloak, ensuring that it remains hidden from his view, maintaining your anonymity. The guard, unable to take the teasing any longer, lunges at you from behind, his body pressing against yours, his hands immediately grabbing your breasts, squeezing and kneading them with a fierce intensity. His lips find your neck, kissing and sucking eagerly, his stubble rough against your sensitive skin. You let out a soft moan, your body arching into his touch, your nipples hardening even more under his rough caress. You can feel his hard length pressing against your back, a testament to his arousal. With one hand still in your hair, ensuring your cloak stays in place, you reach back with your other hand, guiding one of his hands down to your quim. He needs no further invitation, his fingers slipping inside you easily, your arousal coating them. He begins to move his fingers in and out of you, his thumb circling your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.<<dialogue "Guard" "You're so wet. I love how your body responds to me.">>His voice is husky with desire as he growls into your ear. You can't help but moan in response, your body moving in sync with his fingers, chasing the pleasure he's building inside you. The fire crackles beside you, the heat intensifying the sensations coursing through your body. You can feel your orgasm building, your body tensing, your breath coming in ragged gasps.<<dialogue "Guard" "That's it. Come for me. Let me feel that tight quim milk my fingers.">>And with those words, you do. Your orgasm crashes over you, your body shaking with the force of it, your juices coating his fingers as he continues to move them inside you, drawing out every last shudder of pleasure. He slowly pulls his fingers out of you, holding them up to your mouth, a wicked smile on his face. <<dialogue "Guard" "Taste yourself. See how sweet you are.">>You open your mouth, taking his fingers inside, tasting your own juices, the taste is musky and intimate. You suck his fingers clean, your eyes locked onto his, a silent promise passing between you. [[Continue your mission|Thysa Lyssa 20]]

You step back from him, his fingers now glistening with your arousal. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I should get going. I might already be late for my duties, and the dowager queen won't be happy if I'm delayed. I'll return your uniform as soon as I can change into my proper attire in the servant's quarters.">>The guard, still flushed with arousal, gives you a playful swat on the arse, his hand leaving a red imprint on your flesh. <<dialogue "Guard" "Go on, then. But remember, you owe me.">>You turn around, a seductive smile playing on your lips as you look over your shoulder at him. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I promise, I will pay you back for your generosity.">> Your voice is a sultry whisper. With that, you begin to dress in the guard uniform, your movements efficient and focused. You pull on the tunic, the breeches, and the boots, transforming yourself into a guard. The uniform fits well, and you know that with the helmet, you will be virtually unrecognizable. As you finish dressing, you turn to the guard, a mischievous glint in your eye. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Would you be a dear and put my clothes in the wardrobe for me? I wouldn't want them to get in the way.">>The guard, eager to oblige, takes your discarded clothes, his eyes lingering on your subligar, a hungry look in his eyes as he relishes the chance to touch and smell them. You use this opportunity to grab the helmet, completing your disguise. With your disguise in place, you are back on your mission. You make your way towards the dowager queen's chambers, your steps purposeful and confident. You know that Lyssa should be nearby, and you need to find her to get the stamped letter. As you approach the chambers, you stick to the shadows, your senses heightened, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. You can feel the weight of the helmet on your head, the guard uniform providing a sense of security and anonymity. You are Philtra, the thief, and you are about to pull off one of your most daring heists yet. [[Get the letter|Thysa Lyssa 21]]

You make your way to the dowager queen's chambers, heart pounding with anticipation. Approaching, Klytemnaestra storms out, face flushed with anger. Quickly, you bow your head, hiding your face, and press against the wall to avoid detection. Once she's passed, you peek into the chambers from a safe distance. Mnemonides stands close to Lyssa, disguised as a servant. They're deep in conversation, voices low and intense. Body language is clear... Mnemonides is agitated, while Lyssa plays the part of an obedient servant, head bowed, hands clasped. After what feels like an eternity, Mnemonides storms off, leaving Lyssa alone. She waits, ensuring he's gone, before slowly exiting the room. Passing by, she subtly slips a stamped letter into your hand, movements smooth and unnoticeable.<<dialogue "Lyssa" "Be careful.">> Her voice is barely audible. With that, she disappears, her task complete. She will return the servant's clothes to the wardrobe and make her escape from the palace. Now, it's your turn. Taking a deep breath, letter clutched tightly, you need to deliver this to King Basileos' chambers and place it in his dresser, where he's sure to find it. Sticking to the shadows, the guard uniform provides perfect cover as you navigate the palace. The king's chambers are heavily guarded, but with the disguise, you blend in with other guards on duty. Head held high, steps confident, you approach the entrance. Guards nod, recognizing you as one of their own, and you're granted access. Inside, you move swiftly and silently, eyes scanning for the dresser. Spotting it in the corner, a large, ornate piece, you approach, heart pounding. You open drawers, looking for the perfect hiding spot. The drawer is filled with personal correspondence and documents. You slip the letter in among them, ensuring it's visible but not too obvious. Closing the drawer, you take a moment to catch your breath, the mission almost complete. Now, escape and the plan will be set in motion. Steps quick and purposeful, mind already racing with the next steps of the escape plan. [[You overhear something|Thysa Lyssa 22]]

As you exit King Basileos' chambers, the sound of raised voices halts your steps. You recognize the dowager queen's sharp, authoritative tone and decide to listen, hiding behind a nearby column.<<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Basileos, you must be stronger. The kingdom needs a king who can make tough decisions and lead with an iron fist. You are too soft, too trusting.">>You peek around the column and see King Basileos standing before his mother, his expression one of frustration and sadness. He runs a hand through his hair, sighing deeply.<<dialogue "Basileos" "Mother, I understand your concerns, but I believe in ruling with compassion and justice. I want to be a king that my people can look up to, not fear.">>Klytemnaestra's expression softens slightly, but her voice remains stern.<<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Compassion is a luxury, Basileos. You need to be tough, to show them who's in charge. Your father, Kyrathos, was a great king because he was feared and respected. You need to be more like him.">>Basileos shakes his head, his voice steady but sad.<<dialogue "Basileos" "Father was a great warrior, but I am not him. I have my own way of ruling, and I believe it is the right path for our kingdom.">>Klytemnaestra's eyes flash with disappointment.<<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "You are naive, Basileos. This world is cruel, and you need to be crueler. Or else, you will be eaten alive.">>Basileos takes a deep breath, his voice firm.<<dialogue "Basileos" "I respect your advice, Mother, but I will rule in my own way. I believe that with time, the people will see the good in my actions.">>Klytemnaestra scoffs, her voice rising slightly.<<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Time is a luxury you do not have, Basileos. The kingdom is on the brink, and you need to act now. Or else, everything your father built will crumble.">>Basileos says nothing, his jaw set in a determined line. Klytemnaestra, seeing that she is not getting through to him, turns and walks away, her steps echoing down the corridor. Basileos stands there for a moment, his expression thoughtful and sad. He takes a deep breath and then turns, walking in the opposite direction, his steps purposeful but heavy. His kindness reminds you of the stories you've heard about his father, the late King Kyrathos, Lord of the Golden Flame. Kyrathos was known far and wide for his kindness, his sense of justice, and his unwavering dedication to his people. He was a ruler who governed with a fair hand, always seeking the best for his kingdom and its inhabitants. Basileos' actions today show that he has inherited some of his father's noble and admirable qualities, and that gives you a glimmer of hope for the kingdom's future. But your thoughts also turn to the darker rumors surrounding Kyrathos' untimely death. Whispers of poisoning and murder have circulated for years, and many believe that Klytemnaestra was the mastermind behind it all. The desire for power and the throne for her son was said to be her driving force, a ruthless ambition that knew no bounds. You can't help but wonder if there's any truth to these rumors as you recall the cold, calculating look in Klytemnaestra's eyes earlier, the way she manipulated her son, and how she tried to control the situation to her own ends. You take a deep breath, pushing aside the emotions that threaten to overwhelm you. You have a job to do, and you can't afford to get sidetracked. But as you make your way out of the palace, you can't shake the image of the young king, a man trying to find his own path while living in the shadow of his powerful mother and the legacy of his beloved father. [[Return the disguise|Thysa Lyssa 23]]

You make your way back down to the guards' quarters. As you enter, you see the guard who had smacked your arse earlier, and he raises an eyebrow, a suspicious look on his face.<<dialogue "Guard" "Back so soon? Your shift ended quickly.">>His voice is a low, husky growl. You put on your most innocent expression, batting your eyelashes slightly. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm not feeling well. I think I'm coming down with something, and I didn't want to risk spreading it to the others.">>Your voice is soft and compliant. The guard leans in, his eyes narrowing. <<dialogue "Guard" "Is that so? You seem fine to me.">>Before he can ask more questions, you decide to take control of the situation. You start to seductively strip out of the guard uniform, your movements slow and deliberate, designed to tease and tantalize. You begin by unbuckling the belt, letting it drop to the floor with a heavy thud. The guard's eyes follow the movement, his breath already quickening. You slip off the tunic, revealing your bare shoulders and the swell of your breasts, the cool air of the room making your nipples harden into tight buds. You keep your hair carefully tucked and hidden under the cloak, ensuring that not a strand is visible. The guard's eyes widen, his suspicion quickly turning to raw lust. You can see the bulge in his pants growing more prominent, and it sends a thrill of power through you.<<dialogue "Guard" "You're leaving already?">>One of his fellow guards asks, a smirk on his face as he watches you undress, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily. You ignore him, focusing on the guard in front of you, your eyes locked onto his as you shimmy out of the breeches, revealing your naked quim, already glistening with arousal. To keep your hair hidden, you quickly wrap the cloak around your head like a turban, ensuring that your hair is completely covered and secured in place. The room falls silent, the guards' eyes feasting on your body, their breaths growing heavier and more ragged. <<set $aphroditefavor += 1>><<set $seduction += 1>><<set $sexuality += 1>><<set $courage += 2>> [[Finish what you started|Thysa Lyssa 24]]

You smile seductively, your voice a low, sultry purr. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I thought I could return the favor before I go. After all, you were so generous earlier.">>With that, you drop to your knees, your eyes never leaving his as you take his hard length into your mouth, your lips stretching to accommodate him. You keep your hair tucked and secured under the cloak, ensuring that it remains hidden even as you move your head, taking him deeper and deeper into your throat. His two friends watch, their eyes wide with arousal, their breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. You can feel the guard's body tensing, his hips beginning to buck slightly as you bring him closer and closer to the edge. You reach up, cupping his balls gently, rolling them in your hand, which sends him over the brink. With a final, deep thrust, he releases, his hot seed spilling into your throat. You swallow, your eyes watering slightly from the effort, but you maintain your composure, a small, satisfied smile playing on your lips as you pull back, licking your lips slowly and seductively.<<dialogue "Philtra" "You know, I feel much better already. In fact, I think I might have cured what ailed me.">>Your voice is light and teasing as you stand up and begin to dress in your normal clothes, keeping your hair hidden at all times. The guards chuckle, their eyes still glued to your body as you dress, a mix of amusement, satisfaction, and lingering arousal on their faces.<<dialogue "Guard" "You're a wild one. Be careful out there, and maybe next time, you can stay a bit longer.">>You wink at him, a playful, mischievous smile on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Maybe. Who knows what the future holds? Until then, gentlemen.">>With that, you turn and walk away, leaving the guards to their thoughts, a sense of accomplishment, relief, and sheer erotic satisfaction washing over you as you make your escape from the palace, your hair still securely hidden under the cloak. <<set $seduction += 1>><<set $sexuality += 1>> [[Rendezvous with Thysa and Lyssa|Thysa Lyssa 25]]

You make your way through the winding streets of the polis, the cool night air helping to clear your mind and calm your nerves. As you approach the thief's guildhall, you can see Lyssa already there, her face lit up with a wide, triumphant smile. She beckons you over, her eyes sparkling with excitement and pride.<<dialogue "Lyssa" "Philtra, you did it!">>She exclaims, pulling you into a tight embrace. Thysa joins in, her voice filled with admiration.<<dialogue "Thysa" "You both did amazing. I couldn't have pulled this off without you two. Here's to another successful mission!">>The three of you clink glasses, toasting your victory, the sound of your laughter echoing through the guildhall. You feel a sense of camaraderie and accomplishment, knowing that your actions have set something important in motion. Lyssa leans in, a mischievous glint in her eye.<<dialogue "Lyssa" "Oh, and I almost forgot. I nicked a little something extra while I was in the palace. A ring, to be precise. It was in the jewel box, and it's a beauty. I think it's going to fetch a pretty penny.">>You raise an eyebrow, impressed.<<dialogue "Philtra" "You're a thief after my own heart, Lyssa. That's some smooth work right there.">>Thysa chuckles, shaking her head in amusement, <<dialogue "Thysa" "You two are something else. I'm glad to have you on my team.">> [[Over the next few days|Thysa Lyssa 34]]

As the sun sets and the sky darkens, a heavy rain begins to pour, casting a shroud of darkness and lowering visibility across the palace grounds. You and Lyssa, both cloaked and hooded, make your way towards the palace, the forged letter securely tucked away in your belt. The rain provides perfect cover, muffling your footsteps and ensuring that any guards on duty are huddled inside, seeking refuge from the storm. You reach the palace entrance. With a nod to each other, you slip inside, sticking to the shadows and moving silently. The palace is a labyrinth of corridors and chambers, but Thysa's reconnaissance has provided you with a detailed map, and you know exactly where to go.<<dialogue "Lyssa" "Remember, stay in the shadows and avoid any direct contact with the guards. The rain should help keep them indoors, but be cautious nonetheless.">>You nod, your grip tightening on the wooden torch you carry. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'll be careful. You do the same. We stick to the plan, and we'll be out before anyone knows what hit them.">>With that, you both split up, each knowing your role and the tasks at hand. Lyssa heads towards the guard's quarters, her heart pounding with determination, while you make your way down the stairs, sticking to the deepest shadows. The stairs are dimly lit, the wooden torch in your hand casting eerie shadows on the walls. You move cautiously, your senses heightened, listening for any sign of guards or servants. The rain outside continues to pour, its relentless drumming against the windows and roofs providing a comforting cover, ensuring that any guards on duty are focused on staying dry rather than patrolling. As you descend, you notice that the guards are indeed scarce, their usual patrols reduced to a minimum due to the inclement weather. Those that are on duty are huddled under awnings or in doorways, their cloaks pulled tight against the rain, their visibility lowered by the storm. You take advantage of this, slipping past them unnoticed. You reach the bottom of the stairs, the area below the palace, which is a maze of corridors and storage rooms. You stick to the walls, your torch casting just enough light to guide your way without drawing attention. The air is damp and musty, the sound of dripping water echoing through the corridors, creating an eerie symphony that seems to pulse with your own heightened senses. Your mind is focused on your task: retrieve the servant uniform, blend in, and get the letter stamped and deliver it to Lyssa. You know the risks, but you also know the reward... exposing Mnemonides and securing a better future for your polis and your family. With determination burning in your chest, you press forward, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead. [[Get the servant uniform|Thysa Lyssa 27]]

You navigate the maze of corridors. Finally, you locate the servants' quarters, and to your relief, the room is empty. You quickly shed your cloak and begin to change into the servant costume, your movements efficient and focused. The costume is indeed revealing, as Thysa had warned. The top is a sheer, shimmering fabric that barely covers your stiff nipples, the golden fabric doing little to conceal your assets. The bottom is a lengthy, sheer loincloth that shimmers with every step, offering minimal coverage and leaving very little to the imagination. You take a deep breath, acclimating yourself to the feel of the sheer clothing against your skin, the cool air of the palace making your nipples even more taut. You adjust the head scarf, ensuring that it covers your hair completely, leaving only your lips visible. The scarf is a blessing, helping to conceal your identity and providing a sense of security amidst the revealing attire. You take a moment to compose yourself, your mind racing with the tasks at hand. With your disguise in place, you make your way to the kitchen area of the palace, your steps purposeful and confident despite the sheer clothing that clings to your body. You enter the kitchen, your eyes scanning the room for the refreshments you need. Spotting a platter of delicacies and a bottle of rare wine, you carefully select them, ensuring that your movements are graceful and poised. You balance the tray expertly, your body acutely aware of the sheer fabric that leaves little to the imagination. The cool air of the palace ensures that your nipples remain hard, the sheer top doing little to hide them. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what's to come, and make your way towards the dowager queen's chambers. As you approach the chambers, you stick to the shadows, your senses heightened, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. You can feel the weight of the tray in your hands, the rare wine and delicacies a means to an end, a way to gain access to the dowager queen and, ultimately, to complete your mission. [[Go to the dowager queen's chamber|Thysa Lyssa 28]]

You take a deep breath and silently slip into the dowager queen's chambers, your heart pounding in your chest as you balance the tray of refreshments. As you enter, your eyes immediately fall upon the erotic scene unfolding before you: Mnemonides and the dowager queen are engaged in a passionate and intense sexual encounter, their bodies slick with sweat and entwined in a frenzy of desire. The dowager queen is on top, dominating the pace with powerful, confident thrusts, her body moving with a hunger that is almost feral. She rides Mnemonides with abandon, her breasts bouncing with each movement, his hands gripping and kneading her flesh, his fingers digging into her soft skin. His eyes are closed, his head thrown back in ecstasy, lost in the pleasure she is providing. They are both so consumed by their passion that they don't notice your presence, their moans and heavy breathing filling the room, creating an erotic symphony that sends a thrill down your spine. Seizing the opportunity, you quickly and quietly move to the side, placing the tray down on a nearby table. You then turn your attention to Mnemonides' belongings, which are haphazardly thrown across a chair. You rummage through them, your hands moving swiftly and silently, until you find what you're looking for: the stamp. With the stamp in hand, you move to a nearby lamp, using its flame to carefully melt the wax. You apply the stamp to the forged letter, the impression clear and distinct, the wax sealing the letter with a finality that sends a shiver of excitement down your spine. Once the letter is stamped, you place the stamp back in Mnemonides' belongings, ensuring that everything is returned to its original state, your movements efficient and focused. You then take the stamped letter and expertly hide it among the accompaniments on the tray, ensuring it is well-concealed but easily accessible. Your heart races as you realize that the hardest part of your mission is complete. Now, all you have to do is wait for Lyssa to arrive in her guard's uniform to collect the letter and deliver it to King Basileos' chambers. You position yourself near the door, your body tense and ready, your eyes never leaving the entwined and heaving bodies of the dowager queen and Mnemonides. You can feel the sheer fabric of your costume clinging to your skin, the cool air of the room making your nipples even more taut and sensitive, but you push aside any discomfort, focusing solely on your mission. The minutes tick by, each one feeling like an eternity, but finally, you hear the sound of footsteps approaching. You ready yourself, your hand hovering over the hidden letter, as Lyssa, dressed in the guard's uniform, enters the room. Her eyes meet yours, and you nod slightly, a silent signal that the letter is ready.<<dialogue "Lyssa" "Got it.">>Lyssa approaches the tray, her movements casual and unhurried, as if she is merely there to check on the servants. She deftly retrieves the letter, her eyes never leaving yours, and then turns to leave, her mission clear. As she exits the room, you let out a slow, steady breath, a sense of accomplishment and relief washing over you. You have done it. The letter is on its way to King Basileos, and with it, the potential to expose Mnemonides and change the course of your city's future. [[Make your way out|Thysa Lyssa 29]]

As you ready yourself to exit the chambers, the sound of Mnemonides' final, deep thrust and his guttural groan fill the room, signaling his climax. Klytemnaestra lets out a satisfied moan, her body shuddering with her own release as he finds his inside her. They remain entwined for a moment, their breaths ragged and heavy, before they begin to disentangle. Klytemnaestra, her body glistening with sweat, notices your attempt to slip away. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Stop right there. Who are you and what are you doing in my chambers?">>Her voice is sharp and commanding, laced with suspicion. You pause, your heart pounding as you turn to face her, your body still clad in the sheer, revealing servant's costume. Mnemonides, seemingly spent, pulls himself from Klytemnaestra and gathers his belongings. He casts a brief glance at you before exiting the room without a word, leaving you alone with the dowager queen. Klytemnaestra rises from the bed, her naked body on full display, unashamed and confident. She approaches you, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinizes you from head to toe. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "You are new here. I don't recognize you. What is your name and why are you in my private chambers?">>Her voice is a low, suspicious purr, demanding an answer. You keep your head bowed, your voice steady but respectful, trying to hide your nervousness. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am new, my queen. I was brought in to deliver refreshments and was just leaving.">>She reaches out, her fingers tilting your chin up so that you are forced to look into her piercing eyes. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Look at me when I'm speaking to you. Now, what is your name, girl? And don't you dare lie to me.">>You hesitate, knowing you need to provide a believable fake name and a convincing story. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am Lyra, my queen.">>Klytemnaestra's eyes narrow further, and she begins to circle you like a predator. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Lyra, you say? And what brings Lyra to my chambers unannounced? You better start talking, or I'll have you thrown out of the palace.">>You take a deep breath, knowing you need to give her a reason that will satisfy her curiosity and sound believable. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I came in unannounced, my queen, because I overheard the other servants boasting about Mnemonides'... size. I was curious and wanted to see for myself. I apologize if I intruded on your private moment.">>Klytemnaestra raises an eyebrow, a skeptical expression on her face. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Is that so? And what exactly did you see that was so fascinating?">>You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks, but you hold her gaze steadily, trying to convince her of your story. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It was... impressive, my queen. I understand now why the others speak of him with such awe.">>She chuckles, a low, sultry sound that sends a shiver down your spine. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Impressive, indeed. Well, Lyra, it seems you have a curious streak. I like that in a servant. But remember, curiosity can be dangerous. Now, tend to me for the rest of the day and maybe I'll consider forgiving your unannounced entrance.">> <<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> [[Klytemnaestra's curiosity|Thysa Lyssa 30]]

As you stand before Klytemnaestra, your heart pounding wildly, she circles you like a predator sizing up its prey. Her naked body is a sight of raw power and desire, her eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. She takes the plate from your hands and sets it down beside her, her movements confident and dominant. She begins to undress you, her fingers deftly untying the knots of your sheer top. She slips it off your shoulders, exposing your breasts to the cool air of the room. Your nipples harden instantly, betraying your arousal. Klytemnaestra's eyes flick to your chest, a hungry gleam in her gaze as she takes in the sight of your bare breasts.<<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "You have a stunning body, Lyra. Such perfect, full breasts.">>Her voice is a low, husky growl. She leans in, her breath hot on your skin as she takes one of your nipples into her mouth, sucking and biting gently, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. You gasp, your body arching into her, your hands instinctively reaching for her hair, but she grabs your wrists, pinning them behind your back with one hand, dominating you completely. She moves to your other breast, giving it the same attention, her free hand roaming over your body, squeezing and kneading your flesh, marking you as her own. You can feel your quim throbbing, your body aching with a need that is almost painful. Klytemnaestra releases your wrists, her hands moving to your loincloth, hooking her fingers into the waistband and pulling it down slowly, her eyes never leaving yours. She kneels before you, pulling the loincloth all the way off, leaving you completely naked except for the head scarf that conceals your identity. She runs her hands up your legs, her touch firm and possessive, her fingers digging into your flesh as she explores every inch of your body. She leans in, her fingers tracing a path up your inner thigh, her breath hot on your sensitive flesh. You can feel your body trembling, your legs threatening to give out as she brings you to the brink of ecstasy. Her fingers find your quim, parting your folds gently but firmly. She inserts one finger, then another, her movements slow and deliberate as she explores your most intimate place. You let out a soft moan, your body arching into her touch, your hands reaching for her hair, gripping it tightly as she confirms your virginity.<<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "That's a good girl. So tight and untouched. You're a treasure, Lyra.">>She moves her fingers in and out of you slowly, her palm pressing against your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You can feel your orgasm building, your body tensing, and your breath coming in ragged gasps. Your orgasm crashes over you, your body shaking with the force of it, your juices coating her fingers as she continues to move them inside you, drawing out every last shudder of pleasure. She takes a step back, her eyes roaming over your body once more, a thoughtful expression on her face. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "You know, I think I have a better role for you than a mere servant. A role that is well suited for your body and your skills. Would you like that, Lyra? To serve me in a more... intimate capacity?">>You nod, your voice barely a whisper, your body still throbbing with the aftermath of your orgasm. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, my queen. I would be honored.">> [[Disentagle yourself from the dowager queen|Thysa Lyssa 31]]

Klytemnaestra, a satisfied and mischievous smile playing on her lips, turns to you and commands, <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Stay right here, Lyra. I have something special planned for you. Something that will help my son understand his duties as a king.">>With that, she sweeps out of the room, leaving you standing naked and exposed, your body still flushed and tingling from her touch. You hear her heels click-clack down the corridor, and a few moments later, they return, accompanied by another set of footsteps... heavier and more hesitant. The door creaks open, and in walks King Basileos, his eyes immediately widening in shock as they land on you. You are naked, your body fully exposed except for the head scarf that conceals your identity, leaving only your lips visible. Your breasts heave with nervous anticipation, and your quim still throbs with residual pleasure from your recent encounter.<<dialogue "Basileos" "Mother, what is going on? Why have you brought me here? And who is this woman?">>His voice is filled with confusion and sorrow. Klytemnaestra scoffs, her voice sharp and dismissive as she circles her son like a predator. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Always so soft, Basileos. You need to be a man, to take control and show them who's in charge. Look at this beautiful creature. Isn't she a sight to behold? Such a shame you're not man enough to appreciate her fully.">>Basileos' expression turns sad, his shoulders slumping slightly as he looks at his mother with disappointment. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Mother, please. I don't understand why you're doing this. I just want to rule with kindness and justice. I don't need to prove myself with... with this.">>Klytemnaestra waves her hand dismissively, her voice taking on a commanding and almost cruel tone. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "You are a king, Basileos. It's time you started acting like one. Now, look at her. Really look at her. She is a gift, a tool for you to use as you see fit.">>She turns to you, her eyes gleaming with a shrewd and dominant light. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Lyra, get on the bed. On your hands and knees. Present yourself to the king and to me. Let him see what a real woman looks like. Maybe then he'll understand his duties.">>You comply, your heart pounding as you crawl onto the bed, positioning yourself on your hands and knees. Your quim and arse are fully exposed and on display, your back arched slightly to accentuate your curves. You keep your head down, your breathing heavy and anticipatory as you wait for their next move, your body trembling slightly with arousal. [[Find a way out of this|Thysa Lyssa 32]]

Klytemnaestra, her voice laced with command and expectation, turns to her son. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "It is time for you to claim what is rightfully yours. Take this woman's virginity. Show her who is in control.">>Basileos hesitates, his expression one of reluctance. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Mother, I cannot do this. I will not take a woman against her will, especially not like this.">>Klytemnaestra's eyes flash with anger and impatience. She grabs Basileos' hand forcefully and guides it between your legs, her voice a low growl. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Then feel her, touch her. You are a king, act like one.">>Basileos' hand is rough and uncertain at first, but as his fingers explore your quim, you can feel his touch becoming more assured, more dominant. Despite his initial reluctance, you can sense his arousal growing, his fingers probing and exploring your most intimate places. You let out a soft moan, your body responding to his touch, your quim throbbing with anticipation.<<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "That's it. Feel her, take what you want. You are the king, and this is your right.">>Basileos' fingers find your hymen, and he pauses, a look of realization and power flashing across his face. He takes a deep breath, his voice steady and resolved as he finally pulls his hand away. <<dialogue "Basileos" "No. I will not do this. I will not take a woman's virginity against her will, and I will not be used as your pawn.">>Klytemnaestra's smile fades, replaced by a look of surprise and anger. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "You dare defy me?">>Basileos stands tall, his voice firm and confident. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Yes, Mother. I do. I am the king, and I will rule as I see fit, with compassion and justice. I will not be a puppet to your games.">>He turns to you, his expression softening. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Lyra, I am sorry for what my mother has put you through. You deserve better than this. Please, dress and leave. You are free to go.">>You nod, a sense of relief and gratitude washing over you as you quickly dress, your body still tingling with the residual pleasure of Basileos' touch. As you leave the chambers, you feel a newfound respect for King Basileos, who stood up to his mother and claimed his own power. <<set $aphroditefavor += 2>><<set $seduction += 1>><<set $sexuality += 1>><<set $courage += 2>> [[Return the disguise|Thysa Lyssa 33]]

You quickly make your way back to the servants' quarters, your heart still pounding from the intense and emotional encounter you just experienced. The corridors of the palace seem quieter now, the earlier storm outside having subsided, leaving behind a damp and cool atmosphere. As you enter the familiar room, you let out a sigh of relief, the tension in your body beginning to ease slightly. The servants' quarters are empty, the other servants likely still busy with their duties or taking shelter from the recent storm. You waste no time, swiftly changing back into your normal clothes. The simple fabric of your own garments feels like a comfort and a return to normality after the revealing and provocative costume you wore earlier. You dress quickly, your mind already racing with thoughts of what just transpired. As you fasten the last buttons of your tunic, your mind drifts back to King Basileos and the way he stood up to his mother. A small, genuine smile plays on your lips as you recall his defiance, his refusal to take your virginity against your will. There was a moment of hesitation, a flash of uncertainty in his eyes, but he found his resolve and took control of the situation. You admire that in him, and it reminds you of the stories you've heard about his father, the late King Kyrathos, Lord of the Golden Flame. Kyrathos was known far and wide for his kindness, his sense of justice, and his unwavering dedication to his people. He was a ruler who governed with a fair hand, always seeking the best for his kingdom and its inhabitants. Basileos' actions today show that he has inherited some of his father's noble and admirable qualities, and that gives you a glimmer of hope for the kingdom's future. But your thoughts also turn to the darker rumors surrounding Kyrathos' untimely death. Whispers of poisoning and murder have circulated for years, and many believe that Klytemnaestra was the mastermind behind it all. The desire for power and the throne for her son was said to be her driving force, a ruthless ambition that knew no bounds. You can't help but wonder if there's any truth to these rumors as you recall the cold, calculating look in Klytemnaestra's eyes earlier, the way she manipulated her son and tried to control the situation to her own ends. You shake your head slightly, trying to push aside the swirl of thoughts and emotions that threaten to overwhelm you. You have a job to do, and you can't afford to get sidetracked, not after coming this far. But as you make your way out of the palace, the cool night air greeting you as you step outside, you can't shake the feeling of admiration for Basileos and the hope that, perhaps, the kingdom is in good hands after all. The late King Kyrathos was a beacon of hope and justice, and if Basileos can even partially live up to his legacy, then perhaps there is a brighter future ahead for all of them. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever comes next, your steps purposeful and determined as you leave the palace behind, your mind a whirl of thoughts, hopes, and the lingering sensations of the evening's events. [[Rendezvous with Thysa and Lyssa|Thysa Lyssa 25]]

A few days later, lost in thought about the kingdom's political landscape, you heard your father's footsteps. The door creaked open, and Peregrine entered, his face a blend of surprise and joy.<<dialogue "Peregrine" "Philtra, I have some news that will astonish you.">>You hurried to him, your heart racing. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What is it, Father? You look like you've seen a ghost.">>He chuckled, a rare smile lighting up his face. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Better than that, my dear. I've been appointed as the new army general. Mnemonides has stepped down from his post and is now the personal bodyguard of the dowager queen.">>You stared at him, stunned. <<dialogue "Philtra" "That's wonderful, Father! But how did this happen? Mnemonides was so entrenched in his position.">>Peregrine shook his head, a thoughtful look on his face. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "That's the strange part. I heard through the grapevine that the merchant guild spoke to the king's council and convinced them to appoint me. I've never met them or spoken to them before, so I can't fathom why they would want me in that position.">>You paused, your mind whirring with the news. You knew Eamon and the guild had orchestrated this, but you needed a credible explanation for your father.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Father, perhaps the merchant guild sees the potential in you. You're a respected soldier with a strong moral compass, and they might believe that having you as the general will bring stability and justice to the army. It's a strategic move on their part, one that benefits them in the long run.">>Peregrine considered this, nodding slowly. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "That makes sense, I suppose. It's just unusual that they would take such an interest in my appointment. But if it means I can serve the kingdom better, then I am grateful for their support.">>You smiled with pride. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Exactly, Father. This is a great opportunity for you, and I have no doubt that you will excel in your new role. The kingdom needs leaders like you, and the merchant guild must see that too.">>Peregrine placed a hand on your shoulder, his expression soft. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Thank you. Your support means the world to me. I will do my best to live up to their expectations and serve the kingdom with honor and integrity.">>Watching your father, you felt a swirl of emotions... pride, relief, and a touch of guilt. But you knew that sometimes, the ends justified the means, and this was a step towards a brighter future for your family and the kingdom. [[After a few days|Croesus 2]]

A few days later, while aiding your father with preparations for his new role, a knock sounded at the door. You answered it to see Eamon, his expression serious and concerned.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Eamon, what brings you here?">>He entered, his eyes scanning the room to ensure privacy. <<dialogue "Eamon" "Philtra, there's a problem. A new merchant has arrived in the polis, and he's causing some unrest.">>You raised an eyebrow, curious. <<dialogue "Philtra" "A merchant? What does that have to do with us? Now that Mnemonides is out of the picture, our plans should be smooth sailing, right?">>Eamon shook his head, a worried look on his face. <<dialogue "Eamon" "Not quite. This merchant, his name is Croesus, and he's from Lydia. He's setting up new trade routes and has some nefarious plans. The issue is, he has deep pockets and isn't afraid to use his wealth to influence people and situations to his advantage.">>You leaned in, intrigued. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And how does that affect us?">>Eamon's expression turned grave. <<dialogue "Eamon" "Croesus could very well buy Mnemonides back into the position of general. With his wealth, he can outbid anyone, and the merchant guild doesn't have the same power they once did. He can buy anything he wants, including influence and loyalty. If Mnemonides is back in power, all our hard work could be undone.">>You nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "So, what do you need me to do?">>Eamon placed a hand on your shoulder, his voice firm and resolute. <<dialogue "Eamon" "I need you to spy on Croesus. Find out his plans, who he's meeting with, and how he intends to carry out his schemes. We need to stop him and send him back to Lydia before he can cause any more trouble.">>You took a deep breath, a determined look in your eye. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand. I'll start immediately. Where can I find this Croesus?">>Eamon handed you a small scroll. <<dialogue "Eamon" "Here's everything we know about him so far. His residence, his known associates, and any other relevant information. Be discreet, Philtra. We can't afford to tip him off just yet.">>You unrolled the scroll, scanning the contents quickly. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I won't let you down. I'll find out what he's up to and put a stop to it.">>Eamon smiled with relief in his eyes. <<dialogue "Eamon" "I know you will.">>With that, you rolled the scroll back up, tucked it into your belt, and set out on your new mission, your mind already racing with strategies and plans. The game of power and politics was far from over, and you were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. [[Look for Croesus|Croesus 3]]

You made your way to the royal palace, sticking to the shadows and avoiding the prying eyes of the guards. You hung around the outskirts, keeping a low profile as you scanned the area for any sign of Croesus. However, after what felt like hours of waiting and watching, you saw no trace of the Lydia merchant. Disappointed but not deterred, you decided to make your way back home, taking a route through the bustling marketplace. As you walked, you noticed a huge crowd gathering in one of the central plazas. Curiosity piqued, you veered off your path and made your way towards the commotion to see what all the fuss was about. As you pushed your way through the throng of people, you caught sight of a richly dressed man surrounded by his cohorts. He was handing out drachmae to the common folk as if they were mere trinkets, his generosity seemingly knowing no bounds. The crowd cheered and clapped, their faces lighting up with gratitude and excitement as they received their unexpected windfall. You observed the man from a distance, taking in his appearance and demeanor. He was tall and imposing, with a commanding presence that demanded attention. His clothes were extravagant, adorned with gold and precious stones, and he wore a smug, self-satisfied smile that seemed to say, "I own this place and everyone in it." Something about him struck you as familiar, and you realized that this had to be Croesus, the man Eamon had warned you about. His flamboyant display of wealth and power was a clear attempt to win the hearts and minds of the common people, and it seemed to be working judging by their enthusiastic response. Deciding to shadow him and observe his movements, you blended into the crowd, keeping a safe distance but never losing sight of your target. You followed him as he made his way through the marketplace, stopping occasionally to hand out more coins and greet his adoring fans. It was clear that he was enjoying the attention and the power he held over these people. As you trailed him, you took mental notes of his cohorts, their positions, and any notable features that might help you identify them later. You also paid close attention to his route, committing it to memory in case you needed to retrace your steps or set up a surveillance point. Croesus eventually made his way to a lavish residence on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by high walls and guarded by a small army of mercenaries. You watched from a safe distance as he entered the compound, the gates closing behind him with a final, ominous thud. With a deep breath, you turned and made your way back to your house, your mind racing with the information you had gathered. You knew that Eamon would be eager to hear your report, and you were determined to provide him with as many details as possible to aid in their plans against Croesus. As you walked, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and danger. The game was afoot, and you were ready to play your part in taking down this new threat to your family and the kingdom. [[Follow and observe Croesus|Croesus 4]]

You trailed Croesus through the bustling marketplace, absorbing every detail of his appearance. He cut an imposing figure, exuding an intoxicating blend of regal authority and seductive charm. His presence commanded attention, drawing eyes and whispers as he moved with the confidence of a man who owned both wealth and desire. Croesus stood tall, with a lean yet muscular build suggesting both strength and refinement. His physique was sculpted through disciplined indulgence... broad shoulders, a tapered waist, and toned limbs moving with deliberate grace. He possessed an inviting yet imposing presence, hinting at a life of luxury tempered by calculated ambition. His posture was regal, with a slight forward lean when engaging others, as if drawing them into his orbit with a conspiratorial intimacy. His face was chiseled and symmetrical, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline, softened by calculated warmth. His features were striking yet approachable, designed to disarm and enchant. His amber eyes gleamed like polished gold, with piercing intensity seeming to see through to one’s deepest desires. They flickered with cunning and divine favor, as if Plutus himself peered through them. His lips curved into a knowing, predatory smile... part invitation, part challenge... that promised pleasure and peril. This smile lingered, teasing secrets and possibilities. His hair was a cascade of dark, lustrous curls with subtle golden highlights catching the light, suggesting Plutus’ touch. It was worn loose, falling just past his shoulders, or occasionally bound with a golden clasp engraved with wealth symbols. His sun-kissed, olive-toned skin glowed with a subtle sheen, as if dusted with Vyris Shards’ radiance. It was smooth, unblemished, and inviting. Croesus wore opulent, tasteful garments blending Greek mythological aesthetics with erotic allure. His robes were fine, gold-threaded silk in deep crimsons and purples, clinging to his form and flowing like liquid wealth. The fabric was semi-translucent, hinting at contours without being overtly revealing. A wide, ornate belt at his waist was studded with Vyris Shards, glowing faintly with divine energy, symbolizing his connection to Plutus. He wore intricate jewelry: golden arm cuffs shaped like coiling serpents, a heavy amulet bearing Plutus’ sigil, and gemstone-encrusted rings reflecting his wealth and influence. His finely crafted sandals had straps lacing up his calves, emphasizing his toned legs and adding vulnerability to his commanding presence. Occasionally, he draped a flowing cloak embroidered with scenes of abundance and desire over one shoulder, billowing dramatically as he moved through Olympia’s markets. Croesus radiated wealth and desire, as if Plutus’ divine essence clung to him. The air around him carried saffron and myrrh’s faint scent, enhancing his seductive presence. His elegant, strong hands had long, ring-adorned fingers moving with deliberate grace. Whether gesturing in negotiation or brushing against someone’s arm in a calculated, suggestive touch, his voice was a low, honeyed purr rich with confidence and a seductive edge, shifting from warm invitation to subtle menace. His fluid, purposeful movements, with each step and glance calculated to draw attention and desire. Shadowing him, you felt awe and caution. Croesus commanded attention, wielding influence with a master’s skill. You knew Eamon was right; this man was a threat, requiring careful dealings. For now, observe, learn, and wait for the right moment to strike. [[Continue to follow him|Croesus 5]]

You followed Croesus as he abruptly halted, his gaze fixed on a stunning statue tucked within a marketplace alcove. The statue depicted Plutus, the god of wealth and abundance, meticulously crafted with gold and precious gems. Croesus' eyes widened with admiration and reverence, a soft smile gracing his lips. Seizing the moment, you approached, feigning innocence. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Excuse me, sir. Who is that? He looks so important.">>Croesus turned to you, his amber eyes sparkling with surprise and pleasure. He gestured grandly toward the statue, his voice filled with admiration. <<dialogue "Croesus" "This, my dear, is Plutus, the god of wealth and abundance. He blesses me with good fortune and ensures my ventures succeed.">>His passion for Plutus was evident. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Plutus is more than a god to me. He is a friend, a mentor, and my inspiration. His love for me is clear in the wealth and prosperity I have. I strive daily to honor him.">>Up close, you noticed his unique eyes... dark grey with gold flecks that shimmered. This striking feature added to his air of mystery. You smiled sweetly, playing the naive young woman. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Are you new here? I don't recall seeing you around before.">>Croesus' interest was immediately sparked. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Yes, I am new in these parts. And you are? You seem familiar, yet I can't place you.">>You introduced yourself with a touch of pride. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am Philtra, General Peregrine's daughter. My father is the new general.">>Croesus' eyes lit up with intrigue and something more... ambition, perhaps. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Philtra, the pleasure is mine. I am Croesus, a merchant from Lydia. I'm here on business and staying at the king's palace.">>He paused, his dark grey eyes holding yours with intense, exciting, and unnerving focus. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Would you join me in my chambers? I'd love to know you better.">> This was a chance to learn more about Croesus, but accepting his invitation would leave you vulnerable. You smiled, your decision made. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I would be delighted, Croesus. Lead the way.">> [[Go to the King's palace|Croesus 6]]

You trailed Croesus to the king's palace, your heart pounding with anticipation and nervousness. The palace's grandeur was overwhelming, but you remained focused on your mission. Entering his chambers, you were struck by the opulence and luxury surrounding you. Croesus' rooms were adorned with the finest silks, gold, and precious gems, a testament to his wealth and power. Croesus turned to you, his dark grey eyes holding a mysterious gleam. <<dialogue "Croesus" "It is a pleasure to have you here. Please, make yourself comfortable.">>You took a seat, your mind racing with questions. Deciding to start with something personal, you hoped to gain insight into the man behind the wealth. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I noticed something unique about your eyes. They are a striking dark grey with flecks of gold. Is there a story behind them?">>Croesus chuckled, a low, enigmatic sound. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Ah, you have a keen eye. Yes, there is a story. I am partially blind. You see, I made an offering to Plutus, the God of wealth and abundance. I gave both my eyes as a sacrifice in return for my fortune.">>You gasped, surprised by his revelation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Both your eyes? But how do you see?">>He smiled mysteriously, his lips curving into a knowing, predatory smile. <<dialogue "Croesus" "It is a unique gift. Sometimes, I can see the future. Other times, I can see the purpose of certain people. It is a blessing and a curse, a tool that I wield with great care.">>Intrigued, you leaned in, eager to understand more. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Can you explain further? What do you mean by seeing the purpose of people?">>Croesus shook his head, his expression turning serious. <<dialogue "Croesus" "It is a complex and delicate matter. One that requires trust and understanding. It is a conversation for another day, perhaps when we know each other better.">>You nodded, realizing that pushing further might jeopardize the fragile trust you were building. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand. I look forward to that day.">>He stood up, his movements fluid and graceful. <<dialogue "Croesus" "For now, let us enjoy each other's company and the pleasures that the evening might bring. Would you care for some wine?">>You accepted, your mind a whirl of thoughts and possibilities. This man was a puzzle, a riddle wrapped in an enigma, and you were determined to unravel him, one thread at a time. [[Probe him futher|Croesus 7]]

You accepted the wine, its rich, full-bodied flavor coating your tongue as you took a sip. Deciding to probe further, you aimed to gain more insight into Croesus' true intentions and plans.<<dialogue "Philtra" "What brings you to Olympia? What is your business here?">>He leaned back, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Ah, business. Well, even I am not entirely sure. You see, Plutus himself asked me to come to Olympia and stay for a few days. He has an important matter that requires my attention, but he has not yet revealed the full details.">>You raised an eyebrow, surprised by his admission. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Plutus himself? You can speak directly with the god?">>Croesus chuckled, a low, amused sound. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Indeed, I can. Plutus and I have a unique relationship. He guides me, and in return, I strive to be worthy of his blessings.">>You were taken aback, your mind drifting to memories of your own encounters with the divine. <<dialogue "Philtra" "That is remarkable. I... I have had whispers from Aphrodite in my sleep, but I never understood what to make of them. They were fleeting and often left me confused.">>He nodded, a knowing look in his dark grey eyes. <<dialogue "Croesus" "The gods speak to us in many ways. Sometimes, their messages are clear, and other times, they are shrouded in mystery. It is up to us to decipher their meaning and act accordingly.">>You took another sip of your wine, your mind racing with the implications of his words. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And how long do you plan to stay in Olympia? Do you have any idea when Plutus will reveal his plans?">>Croesus shrugged, a playful smile on his lips. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Who knows? Perhaps a few days, perhaps a few weeks. Plutus moves in mysterious ways, and I have learned to be patient. For now, I am here, and I am enjoying the company of a beautiful and intriguing woman.">>You felt a blush creep up your cheeks at his compliment, but you pushed aside the flattery, focusing on the task at hand. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Well, I am here to help in any way I can. If there is anything you need, do not hesitate to ask.">>He reached out, his hand covering yours, his touch warm and reassuring. <<dialogue "Croesus" "I appreciate that. Your support means more than you know. Now, let us enjoy the evening and see what the fates have in store for us.">>You nodded, a sense of determination washing over you. You were in the lion's den, but you were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. [[You found an ally|Croesus 8]]

As the night deepened, a sense of camaraderie and mutual respect developed between you and Croesus. His charm, enhanced by his mysterious aura, made you feel like you had found an ally and perhaps even a friend in this powerful and enigmatic man. Wine flowed freely, and the chamber's atmosphere grew more intimate, charged with anticipation. Croesus turned to you, his voice a low, husky purr. <<dialogue "Croesus" "I must admit, I am curious to see your beauty. Since I am blind, I need to touch to visualize. Would you allow me that pleasure?">>You nodded, a sense of excitement fluttering in your stomach. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Of course. I trust you.">>He held out his hand, and you took it, placing it gently at the top of your head. His touch was warm and reassuring, his fingers spreading out as if to memorize the shape of your skull. He began to move his hands slowly, tracing the contours of your face, your neck, and your shoulders, his touch feather-light and reverent.<<dialogue "Croesus" "Your hair is like silk. So soft and smooth. And your face... your cheeks are soft, your jawline delicate yet strong. Your lips are full and inviting.">>His hands moved down to your dress, his fingers tracing the neckline before slowly, gently pulling it down, exposing your shoulders and then your breasts. You shivered with anticipation, your nipples hardening as the cool air hit your bare skin. Croesus' touch was gentle, his hands cupping your breasts, kneading them softly, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.<<dialogue "Croesus" "You have the body of a goddess. Your breasts are perfect, full and round, with nipples that beg to be sucked.">>He leaned in, his breath hot on your skin as he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. You moaned, your head falling back, your body arching into his touch, your hands gripping his hair, holding him to you. <<bounce>>He moved to your other breast, giving it the same attention, his hands roaming over your body, exploring every curve and contour. You could feel the wetness between your legs, your quim throbbing with need, and your body aching for more.<</bounce>> Croesus' touch was gentle yet firm, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he were savoring every moment, every sensation. He pulled back slightly, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with desire. He moved up again, his mouth capturing yours in a passionate, hungry kiss, his hands roaming over your body, exploring, teasing, and pleasing. You moaned into his mouth, your body pressing against his, your hands pulling him closer, deeper. The room filled with the sounds of your pleasure, your moans and gasps mingling with the rustle of fabric and the soft, wet sounds of his mouth on your skin. You were lost in a whirlwind of sensation, your body alive and responsive, every touch, every kiss sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. Croesus' hands moved lower, his fingers tracing the waistband of your dress before slowly, gently pulling it down, exposing your quim to his hungry gaze. He knelt before you, his hands on your hips, his breath hot on your sensitive flesh. [[Go further|Croesus 9]] [[Stop Croesus|Croesus 16]]

You spread your legs wide, inviting him in, your body aching with need, your quim throbbing with anticipation. Croesus understood the gesture, his eyes dark with desire as he moved between your thighs. His fingers traced the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. He leaned in, his breath hot on your quim, his fingers gently parting your folds, exploring, teasing. You felt his touch, gentle yet firm, his fingers probing, searching. Suddenly, he exclaimed, <<dialogue "Croesus" "Aphrodite!">>You looked down at him, your eyes wide with surprise and pleasure. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What is it?">>He looked up at you, his eyes dark with wonder and desire. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Your hymen, It feels like Aphrodite herself lives within it. It is tight, untouched, and so incredibly inviting.">>With that, he moved lower, his tongue flicking out, tasting, teasing, exploring. You cried out, your body shuddering with pleasure, your hands gripping the sheets, your back arching off the bed as he brought you to the brink of ecstasy. His tongue was skilled, his movements deliberate and confident, his mouth sucking, licking, and nibbling, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. You felt your orgasm building, your body tensing, your breath coming in ragged gasps.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Please, don't stop. I'm so close.">>He redoubled his efforts, his tongue flicking faster, his fingers joining in, one, then two, then three, stretching, filling, pleasing. You felt your orgasm crashing over you, your body shaking, your juices flowing freely as he lapped them up. His tongue and fingers worked in tandem, drawing out every last shudder of pleasure. <<shake>>You cried out, your voice a high, keening wail, your body convulsing, your quim clenching around his fingers as you came hard and fast. Your juices coated his face, his fingers, his hand.<</shake>> Croesus pulled back slightly, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with satisfaction and desire. He licked his fingers, tasting your essence, a low, appreciative growl escaping his throat.<<dialogue "Croesus" "Delicious, You taste like the nectar of the gods.">>And with that, he leaned in once more, his mouth capturing yours in a passionate, hungry kiss. His hands roamed over your body, exploring, teasing, and pleasing. You were lost in a whirlwind of sensation, your body alive and responsive. Every touch, every kiss sent waves of pleasure crashing through you. The room filled with the sounds of your pleasure, your moans and gasps mingling with the rustle of fabric and the soft, wet sounds of his mouth on your skin. You were lost in a world of pleasure, your body and mind completely focused on the sensations Croesus was eliciting. Your trust in him was complete, your desire for him all-consuming. <<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> <<set $sexuality += 1>> <<set $seduction += 1>> [[Croesus has an offer|Croesus 10]]

Croesus, his breath still ragged from the pleasure he had just given you, pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto yours with an intense, almost predatory gaze. <<dialogue "Croesus" "I have an offer for you.">>You raised an eyebrow, curious and slightly apprehensive. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What kind of offer?">>He leaned in, his voice a husky whisper. <<dialogue "Croesus" "I want to buy your virgin blood, Name your price, and it is yours. I always end up buying everything that I want, and I want your virgin blood.">>You were taken aback, shock coursing through your veins. <<dialogue "Philtra" "That is not for sale. My virginity is sacred to me. It is a pact between me and my goddess, Aphrodite. I will not let anyone take it away from me.">>He nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. <<dialogue "Croesus" "I understand, But consider this: with your virgin blood, I can grant you wealth beyond your wildest dreams. You would be set for life, able to do whatever you want, go wherever you want. Think of the power and influence you would have.">>You shook your head, your resolve unwavering. <<dialogue "Philtra" "No, My virginity is not something I can sell. It is a part of me, a part of my devotion to Aphrodite. I cannot just give it away, no matter the offer.">>He reached out, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing gently against your skin. <<dialogue "Croesus" "I admire your devotion, truly I do. But think about it. You could have anything you want. Just name your price, and it is yours.">>You placed your hand on his, your voice soft but firm. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I appreciate your offer, I truly do. But my answer is no. My virginity is not for sale. It is a gift, a sacred gift, and I will give it to someone who deserves it, someone who I love and who loves me in return. Not for wealth or power, but for love.">>He searched your eyes, as if looking for any sign of wavering, but found none. With a nod, he accepted your answer, a small, sad smile playing on his lips. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Very well, I respect your decision. You are a rare woman, and I am honored to have met you.">>You smiled back, a sense of relief and pride washing over you. You had stood your ground, and he had respected that. It was a new beginning, a new understanding between you and this enigmatic, powerful man. [[Go back to Eamon|Croesus 11]]

You exited his chambers, your mind a tumult of emotions and sensations. The encounter had been intense, both physically and mentally, leaving you with a newfound respect and understanding for the mysterious merchant. Returning to Eamon's residence, you felt a sense of accomplishment and relief. Eamon was in his study, engrossed in documents, but looked up as you entered. <<dialogue "Eamon" "Philtra, I take it your meeting with Croesus was... enlightening?">>You nodded, a seductive smile on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Very enlightening. I have good news. He is not a threat. He will not affect your plans.">>Eamon raised an eyebrow, skepticism clear on his face. <<dialogue "Eamon" "And how can you be so sure? What did you learn?">>You leaned in, your voice a low, sultry purr. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Let's just say, I have my ways. Ways that involve getting close, understanding motivations, and ensuring interests align.">>Eamon's eyes widened slightly, surprise and admiration mixing in his gaze. <<dialogue "Eamon" "You mean to say... you seduced him?">>You chuckled, a low, confident sound. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Let's just say, I used my charms. He is a man of wealth and power, but also of passion and desire. I tapped into that, gaining his trust and confidence.">>Eamon nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. <<dialogue "Eamon" "I see. And what did you learn from this... encounter?">>You smiled, a mysterious glint in your eye. <<dialogue "Philtra" "He is here on a personal mission, one that doesn't interfere with our plans. He's focused on his own goals, and as long as we don't cross paths, we have nothing to fear.">>Eamon leaned back, a pleased smile on his face. <<dialogue "Eamon" "Excellent work. I knew I could count on you. Your... methods have proven effective once again.">>You winked at him, a playful glint in your eye. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Always. I have my ways, and I always deliver. Is there anything else you need?">>Eamon shook his head, respect and mirth in his gaze. <<dialogue "Eamon" "No. You've done more than enough. Go and rest. You've earned it.">>With that, you turned and left the study, pride and accomplishment surging through you. You had skillfully navigated a dangerous situation, securing your family's and guild's future. Heading to your chambers, eagerness for the future and newfound confidence in your abilities filled you. [[Go home|Croesus 12]]

You returned home, your mind still processing the evening's events. Entering your family's modest yet comfortable residence, you were greeted by your mother, Medaea. She glanced at you and sensed that something momentous had occurred.<<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, I need to speak with you. Let us sit.">>You complied, following her to the small yet cozy living area, your interest sparked. Medaea took a deep breath, her thoughts racing as she began to share her knowledge.<<dialogue "Medaea" "The Veil of Selene’s Embrace, it is a type of lunar eclipse... it is a rare occurrence, happening once every 300 or so years. On this day, gods can descend from their thrones and interact physically with our world, something they cannot do otherwise. It is a day of great opportunity and danger.">>You listened attentively, your eyes widening with surprise and a hint of fear. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do you mean, Mother? How does this involve me?">>Medaea's expression grew more grave. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Aphrodite visited me in my dreams last night. She warned me about the upcoming Veil of Selene’s Embrace and the importance of you undertaking the Trials of Aphrodite.">>You gasped, your hand covering your mouth. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The Trials of Aphrodite? But Mother, those are legendary challenges, meant for the most devoted.">>Medaea nodded solemnly. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Yes, they are. And with the gods able to intervene directly during the eclipse, the trials will be unprecedented. The stakes are higher than ever. You must be ready for anything.">>She paused, her eyes searching yours. <<dialogue "Medaea" "The Trials of Aphrodite are not ordinary challenges. They test devotion, courage, and purity. You will face tasks pushing you to your limits, both physically and mentally. With the gods among us, expect the unexpected.">>You asked. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do I need to do, Mother? How can I prepare?">>Medaea took your hands, her grip firm and comforting. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Stay pure of heart and body. Your devotion to Aphrodite must be unwavering. Pray, seek her guidance, and trust in her wisdom. The trials will test you beyond imagination, but if you remain true to yourself and Aphrodite, you will succeed.">>You nodded, resolve burning in your eyes. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand, Mother. I will do whatever it takes to honor Aphrodite and pass these trials.">>Medaea smiled, pride and concern mixing in her gaze. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I know you will. You are strong, brave, and devoted. Aphrodite has chosen you for a reason, and I have faith that you will meet this challenge.">>As you sat there, the gravity of your destiny settling on your shoulders, you knew the path ahead would be arduous, but you were prepared to face whatever lay before you. For Aphrodite, for your family, and for yourself, you would endure the Trials of Aphrodite and prove your worth. [[Your mother further explains|Croesus 13]]

You gaze at Medaea, attempting to absorb everything she has shared. <<dialogue "Philtra" "How do you know all this about the trials and the eclipse?">>Medaea sighs, a melancholic smile touching her lips as she meets your gaze. <<dialogue "Medaea" "It's a lengthy tale. I was born in Eryx, in the Kingdom of Dysnomia. My maternal lineage possesses elemental powers, and I inherited them. Now, so do you.">>She falls silent, her expression distant. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I was raised in the academy of Aphrodite. I devoted myself to her, and underwent the Trials of Aphrodite. It was grueling, but it molded me into who I am today.">>You gulp, ingesting her words. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What were the trials like? What should I anticipate?">>Medaea's expression turns grave, yet her tone remains tender. <<dialogue "Medaea" "The trials are crafted to push you to your extremes. They will test your commitment, bravery, and chastity. You will confront your deepest dreads and longings. Recall, I withstood them, and so will you. You own strength you have not yet discovered.">>Medaea takes a deep, trembling breath, her voice barely a whisper. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I asked you to defend your virginity because it is crucial for the initiation ritual at the academy. Before attaining the status of full-fledged devotees, initiates must confront a series of trials alone, guarding their virginity until they offer themselves pure at Aphrodite's shrine.">>She looks at you, eyes welling with pride and sadness. <<dialogue "Medaea" "On your initiation day, you will stand before the goddess. She will take your virginity, granting you unique powers. The trials evaluate your strength, cunning, and devotion. Your achievement in these trials determines the degree of Aphrodite's gifts.">>You hear in silent reverence, the gravity of her words descending upon you. The outlook of facing such trials alone, guarding your virginity, and ultimately offering yourself to the goddess is both inspiring and intimidating. As the reality of your destiny penetrates, a sense of confidence and resolve rises within you. You confront your mother's stare, your eyes glowing with newfound determination. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am not afraid. I have always known my body is a source of power, and now I understand why you urged me to protect it. I am ready to face these trials and prove myself worthy of Aphrodite's favor.">>You take a deep breath, your voice unwavering and unyielding. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I will defend my virginity with my life and complete this initiation successfully. I will not disappoint you or Aphrodite. This is my path, and I embrace it.">>Medaea looks at you, self-respect and ease shining in her eyes. She grasps your hand, her voice imbued with emotion. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I have complete faith in you. You are strong, clever, and determined. I know you will succeed where others have failed. Aphrodite has chosen you for a great purpose, and I am honored to be your mother as you commence on this journey.">> <<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> [[Are you ready for the trials?|Croesus 14]]

With your newfound resolve burning brightly, you turn to your mother, eager to learn more about the challenges ahead. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What were your initiation trials like? What can I expect to face?">>Medaea smiles softly, shaking her head. <<dialogue "Medaea" "The trials of initiation are sacred, and the details are not to be shared with those who have not yet faced them. Aphrodite designs each set of trials uniquely for every initiate, tailoring them to our strengths, weaknesses, and the lessons we must learn. What happens during the trials is a secret between the goddess and the initiate, and it is not to be revealed to anyone else.">>She looks at you, her expression serious. <<dialogue "Medaea" "You will face your own unique challenges. Don't worry about what others have endured; focus on your own journey and trust in Aphrodite's wisdom. She knows what you need to learn and grow, and she will guide you through your trials with a firm but loving hand.">>You nod, accepting the explanation about the secrecy of the trials. Then, you ask, <<dialogue "Philtra" "If you can't tell me about the trials, can you at least reveal the powers you received from Aphrodite? What can I expect to gain from this initiation?">>Medaea looks at you. <<dialogue "Medaea" "The power to control the elements... earth, air, fire, and water... is a gift in our lineage, passed down from mother to daughter. You already possess this ability, as you have seen. I was well-versed in using these powers before I attempted my trials.">>She pauses, her voice dropping to a solemn whisper. <<dialogue "Medaea" "But the powers bestowed by Aphrodite herself... that is a different matter. Aphrodite advised me that I needed to travel to the polis of Olympia, where I would fall in love with a man and bear a girl child. She told me that this child, once grown, had the potential to shift the power balance among the gods themselves.">>You stare at her, shock and disbelief coursing through you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Me? I'm not that powerful. I'm not even as powerful as you, let alone a threat to the gods.">>Medaea takes your hands, her grip tight and reassuring. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Your potential is far greater than you realize. The more potent powers you will gain from Aphrodite are likely to be unlocked when you pass your own trials and stand before the goddess. Trust in her wisdom and in your own strength. You are destined for greatness, and I have every faith that you will embrace your fate with courage and determination.">> [[What are the next steps?|Croesus 15]]

You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for the trials ahead. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Can I start the trials right away? What do I need to do to begin?">>Medaea nods, her expression thoughtful. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I know the process for initiating the trials at the temple, but doing so from here is another matter. I'm not sure I can guide you through the exact steps from here.">>She pauses, her brow furrowing in concentration. <<dialogue "Medaea" "The journey to Eryx is long and treacherous, and your father cannot be left unprotected. We need to find a way to initiate the trials from here. Once started, the trials can take hours, even days, to complete. I need some time to go through the sacred texts and find a solution.">>Medaea stands up, her voice determined. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I'll do everything in my power to make this work. You need to trust in me, and in yourself. This is your path, and I will support you every step of the way.">> [[Two weeks before The Veil of Selene’s Embrace, your mother comes back to you|Erythia 19]]

The tailor, either oblivious or unconcerned by Kaelen's advances, presented you with a breathtaking gown crafted from deep red fabric that shimmered in the light. The gown plunged low, revealing a generous amount of your cleavage, and the skirt featured a high slit, offering enticing glimpses of your thigh. The craftsmanship was impeccable, with gold embroidery and precious stones adorning the bodice and skirt. Kaelen's eyes darkened with desire as he beheld you in the gown. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "By the gods, Philtra, you look... breathtaking. That gown was tailor-made for you.">><<wobble>>He moved closer, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you against him. You could feel his throbbing arousal as he ground against you, his lips capturing yours in a fervent kiss. You kissed him back, your hands tangling in his hair, your body responding to his touch despite yourself.<</wobble>> When he finally broke away, his chest heaving, he smiled at you, pride and satisfaction shining in his eyes. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "You owe me nothing. It was my pleasure to see you like this. Now, go and captivate my father. I have no doubt you will succeed.">>With that, he helped you out of the gown, his hands lingering on your bare skin, sending one last shiver down your spine before you dressed in your regular clothes and exited the shop, your heart pounding with excitement. You knew Kaelen was a strong ally, and his support would be vital in your quest to win over his father. <<set $sexuality += 1>> <<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> [[Meet Eamon]]

Over the next few days, you return to your normal routine, but your mind is never far from the events of that night and the potential consequences. One evening, as you're helping your father with his duties, he turns to you.<<dialogue "Peregrine" "Philtra, I have some news. I've been appointed as the new general. Mnemonides has resigned his post.">>You stare at him, shock and disbelief washing over you.<<dialogue "Philtra" "That's wonderful, Father! But... but what about Mnemonides? Why wasn't he arrested? He was implicated in the plot to assassinate King Basileos.">>Your father's expression turns thoughtful, a hint of sadness in his eyes.<<dialogue "Peregrine" "I'm not sure, Philtra. Politics can be a complicated game, and sometimes, things don't go as we expect. Maybe Mnemonides has powerful allies protecting him, or perhaps there's more to the story than we know.">>You nod, your mind racing with possibilities. You can't help but think back to the intimacy between Mnemonides and Klytemnaestra. If anyone could protect him, it would be the dowager queen. Her influence and power are not to be underestimated, and if she was willing to go so far as to poison her own husband to secure the throne for her son, then what lengths wouldn't she go to protect her lover? The pieces start to fall into place, and you suddenly feel a sense of unease. The game of power and politics is a dangerous one, and you're just a pawn in a much larger scheme. But for now, you push those thoughts aside and focus on the present, on the victory you and your friends have achieved, and on the hope that, perhaps, the kingdom is taking a step in the right direction. [[A few days later|Thysa Lysssa 35]]

After a few days, your mother frantically reaches out to you,<<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, I need to speak with you. Let us sit.">>You complied, following her to the small yet cozy living area, your interest sparked. Medaea took a deep breath, her thoughts racing as she began to share her knowledge.<<dialogue "Medaea" "The Veil of Selene’s Embrace, it is a type of lunar eclipse... it is a rare occurrence, happening once every 300 or so years. On this day, gods can descend from their thrones and interact physically with our world, something they cannot do otherwise. It is a day of great opportunity and danger.">>You listened attentively, your eyes widening with surprise and a hint of fear. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do you mean, Mother? How does this involve me?">>Medaea's expression grew more grave. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Aphrodite visited me in my dreams last night. She warned me about the upcoming lunar eclipse and the importance of you undertaking the Trials of Aphrodite.">>You gasped, your hand covering your mouth. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The Trials of Aphrodite? But Mother, those are legendary challenges, meant for the most devoted.">>Medaea nodded solemnly. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Yes, they are. And with the gods able to intervene directly during the eclipse, the trials will be unprecedented. The stakes are higher than ever. You must be ready for anything.">>She paused, her eyes searching yours. <<dialogue "Medaea" "The Trials of Aphrodite are not ordinary challenges. They test devotion, courage, and purity. You will face tasks pushing you to your limits, both physically and mentally. With the gods among us, expect the unexpected.">>You felt a bit of apprehension. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do I need to do, Mother? How can I prepare?">>Medaea took your hands, her grip firm and comforting. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Stay pure of heart and body. Your devotion to Aphrodite must be unwavering. Pray, seek her guidance, and trust in her wisdom. The trials will test you beyond imagination, but if you remain true to yourself and Aphrodite, you will succeed.">>You nodded, resolve burning in your eyes. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand, Mother. I will do whatever it takes to honor Aphrodite and pass these trials.">>Medaea smiled, pride and concern mixing in her gaze. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I know you will. You are strong, brave, and devoted. Aphrodite has chosen you for a reason, and I have faith that you will meet this challenge.">>As you sat there, the gravity of your destiny settling on your shoulders, you knew the path ahead would be arduous, but you were prepared to face whatever lay before you. For Aphrodite, for your family, and for yourself, you would endure the Trials of Aphrodite and prove your worth. <<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> [[Your mother further explains|Croesus 13]]

You led him to a nearby chair, pushing him down as you straddled him, your quim pressing against his phallus, your moisture coating him as you ground against him. You leaned in, your lips capturing his in a passionate kiss, your tongue exploring his mouth as your hands roamed over his body, squeezing, caressing, teasing. You reached down, guiding his phallus to your entrance, but at the last moment, you shifted, allowing him to enter your anus instead. He groaned, his body tensing as he felt the tight, hot grip of your anus around him. You began to move, your hips grinding against him, your body taking him deep, your movements slow and deliberate, designed to drive him wild with pleasure. You leaned in, your lips capturing his in a passionate kiss, your tongue exploring his mouth as your hands roamed over his body, squeezing, caressing, teasing. Across the room, Seraphina was similarly engaged, a different man now taking his pleasure from her, his body pounding into hers, his grunts and groans filling the air as he chased his release. You could see the mix of pleasure and discomfort on her face, her body responding to the rough treatment even as she endured it. You turned your attention back to your partners, your movements becoming more urgent, more desperate as you brought them all to the brink of orgasm. With a final, deep thrust, the man beneath you came, his seed spilling into your anus, hot and thick, your body milking him for every last drop. He collapsed back in the chair, his chest heaving, a satisfied smile on his face. The other two men, not wanting to be left out, positioned themselves so that you could pleasure them both at once. You took one into your mouth, your hand stroking the other, your movements synchronized to bring them both to the edge of ecstasy. You could feel their bodies tensing, their breath coming in short, sharp gasps as they neared their climax. With a few more expert strokes and sucks, you brought them both to orgasm, their seed spilling into your mouth and onto your hand, their bodies shuddering with the force of their releases. You swallowed every last drop, your throat working to take it all, their saliva and seed dripping down your chin. As the night wore on, you and Seraphina continued to mingle, your bodies becoming a playground for the powerful men in the room. You learned the dynamics, the expectations, and the unspoken rules, all the while ensuring that your virginity remained intact, your body offering other pleasures to satisfy their desires. You were the star of the show, your mask and your skills ensuring that you were the most sought-after participant, your body humming with arousal and satisfaction as you pleased one man after another, always leaving them wanting more. <<set $sexualtiy += 1>> <<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> <<set $seduction += 1>> <<set $courage += 1>> [[You feel ready for the second orgy]]

Following the chaotic events at the orgy, you returned home, your mind a whirlwind of emotions... relief, fear, and a sense of accomplishment. The cool night air did little to calm your racing heart as you hurried through the streets, the sounds of the polis fading behind you. Your house, usually a place of solace, now felt like a sanctuary from the storm you had just weathered. For the next couple of days, you kept to yourself, trying to process the events and their potential consequences. You heard whispers and rumors from the servants and the market... tales of brutal killings, of nobles found dead in their homes, their bodies mutilated beyond recognition. A shiver ran down your spine as you realized that your plan with Mnemonides had worked, but at a terrible cost. You understood that the power vacuum created by these killings would shift the dynamics of the polis, and you were determined to use this to your advantage. You reached out to your father, your messages straightforward and to the point, seeking more information. You knew that he, with his military background, would have a clear and blunt perspective on the situation.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Father, I've been hearing some disturbing rumors about nobles being brutally killed. What do you know about this?">>Your father, a man of action and few words, responded bluntly, his message clear and direct.<<dialogue "Peregrine" "Philtra, yes, I've heard. It's a bloody mess, but it's also an opportunity. Those who were killed were obstacles, and their removal clears the path for those of us who are left standing. The polis will be in chaos for a while, but order will be restored, and the strong will prevail. Keep your wits about you and be ready to act when the time comes.">>You understood his meaning clearly. Your father saw the killings as a necessary evil, a means to an end that would ultimately benefit him and those aligned with him. The nobles who had been eliminated were his competitors, and their deaths paved the way for his rise. You felt a ting of pride knowing that you had played a part in this significant power shift. With this newfound knowledge, you began to prepare for what was to come. The polis was on the brink of change, and you were ready to seize the opportunities that arose from the chaos. The events of the orgy and the subsequent killings had set something monumental in motion, and you were determined to make the most of it. [[Suddenly|Lysara 2]]

Following your conversation with your father, an urgent knock on the door startled both of you. The abrupt rapping echoed through the house, pulling you both from your thoughts. Your father, with his military instincts, moved quickly to answer it, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword as he opened the door. Standing outside were a few armed guards, their stern expressions and weapons at the ready making the situation immediately clear: this was official business. Your father, not one to mince words, got straight to the point. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "What's going on? Why are you here with weapons drawn?">>The guards exchanged glances, then their leader stepped forward, his voice respectful but firm. <<dialogue "Guard" "We're sorry for the intrusion, sir. We have orders from the dowager queen Klytemnaestra to bring Medaea in for questioning.">>Your father's brow furrowed as he processed this. He looked at you, then back at the guards, his voice steady and commanding. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "And what is this questioning about?">>The guards shifted uncomfortably, looking at each other sheepishly before their leader admitted, <<dialogue "Guard" "It's about the recent... massacre. The one that took the lives of several nobles.">>Your father's confusion was palpable. He looked at you, then back at the guards, clearly trying to piece together what was going on. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "The massacre? But that was... days ago. And what does that have to do with Medaea?">>You, however, understood immediately. The pieces clicked into place in your mind, and you knew exactly why the queen wanted to question your mother. But you said nothing, your expression neutral as you waited for your father to process the information.<<dialogue "Peregrine" "Very well. Give us a moment to prepare.">> [[Medaea remains brave|Lysara 3]]

Following the tense exchange with the guards, you turned to see your mother, Medaea, emerge from the inner chambers of the house. She moved with a grace and dignity that commanded respect, her expression calm and resolute. She knew the guards were there for her, and she was ready to face whatever came her way. Medea approached the guards, her voice steady and clear. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I am Medaea. You are here for me.">>The guard leader nodded, his expression softening slightly with respect. <<dialogue "Guard" "Yes, ma'am. We have orders to bring you in for questioning regarding the recent massacre.">>Medaea turned to you. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, do not worry. I will clear my name, and I will be back before you know it. I have done nothing wrong.">>You felt a wave of relief and confidence wash over you as you heard your mother's words. Her bravery in facing this ordeal gave you the strength to hold your ground. You nodded, your voice steady as you responded. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand, Mother. Be careful, and remember, you have our full support.">>With that, Medaea turned back to the guards, her posture straight and her head held high. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I am ready. Let us go.">>The guards escorted her out, leaving you and your father standing in the doorway. You turned to your father, seeing the same emotions reflected in his eyes.<<dialogue "Peregrine" "She's a strong woman, your mother. She'll be fine.">>You nodded, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. You knew that your mother's strength and courage would see her through this, and you were determined to be just as brave in the face of whatever challenges lay ahead. [[Afer some time|Lysara 4]]

As the guards secured the chains around Medaea's wrists, the clanking metal echoed through the house, a chilling reminder of the seriousness of the situation. Your mother stood tall and composed, her expression unyielding as she was led away. The guards' footsteps faded into the distance, leaving you with a sense of unease and determination. Just as you were trying to process what had just happened, Seraphina burst into the house, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide with worry. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "Thank the gods I found you. I've just come from my estate... my father has sent for you urgently. Something's come up, and I think our scheme might be in jeopardy.">>You felt a pang of anxiety, your mind racing with questions. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do you mean? What happened? Why does he want to see me so urgently?">>Seraphina took your hands, her grip tight and insistent. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "I don't have all the details, but it's serious. My father was cryptic in his message, but he made it clear that you need to come to the estate immediately. We shouldn't waste any time, Philtra. Every second counts.">>You nodded, steeling yourself for whatever was to come. You knew that whatever challenge lay ahead, you had to face it with courage and resolve. With a deep breath, you followed Seraphina out the door, your mind focused on the tasks at hand and the need to protect those you cared about. [[Go visit Vespasion|Lysara 5]]

You and Seraphina rushed through the streets, your hearts pounding with a sense of anxiety and urgency. The polis blurred past you as you hurried towards her estate, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on your minds. Upon reaching the estate, you didn't waste a moment, rushing up the stairs and making your way directly to Vespasian's study room. As you burst into the study, you were met with an unexpected sight. Vespasian, usually a man of stern demeanor and commanding presence, appeared scared and meek. Standing before him was a beautiful woman, her age seemingly similar to yours. She had an air of confidence and authority that was palpable, and it was clear that she was the cause of Vespasian's unsettled state. The woman turned to look at you, her eyes piercing and assessing. She said something to Vespasian in a low, steady voice, and to your surprise, he nodded compliantly. Without another word, Vespasian made his way out of the study, taking Seraphina with him as he left. You were left alone with this enigmatic woman, the door clicking shut behind them, sealing you both in the room. You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself as you met the woman's gaze. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Who are you? What do you want with me?">>The woman smiled, a slow and calculated smile that sent a shiver down your spine. <<dialogue "Young Woman" "I am here to help you, Philtra. But first, we need to have a little chat.">>You braced yourself, knowing that whatever was about to happen, it would change everything. [[Introductions first|Lysara 6]]

The woman before you maintained a calm and confident demeanor, her gaze steady and unyielding. She carried herself with an air of authority that commanded respect and attention. Her voice was clear and measured as she introduced herself.<<dialogue "Lysara" "I'm Lysara, an attendant of the dowager queen Klytemnaestra and a key member of her court. I'm here because I have some important information for you, Philtra.">>Before you could respond or introduce yourself, she continued, her tone serious and direct. <<dialogue "Lysara" "You're probably wondering how I know about you. Let me assure you, I have my sources, and I know everything about your involvement in poisoning Mnemonides and your role in ensuring your father's promotion.">>You were confused. How could she know all this? You had been so careful, so discreet. The only person who knew the truth was Seraphina, and you trusted her completely. Seraphina was loyal and would never betray you. This revelation left you reeling, your mind racing with questions and possibilities. You decided to play dumb, hoping to gauge the extent of her knowledge. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm not sure what you're talking about, Lysara. I haven't done anything wrong.">>Lysara's expression didn't change; if anything, her smile grew more enigmatic, sending a shiver down your spine. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Philtra, let's not play games. I know about your encounter with Mnemonides... how much you loved his phallus. I know the details, the moans, the begging.">>You felt your face flush with embarrassment and anger. How could she know such intimate details? You tried to maintain your composure, but her next words left you even more unsettled.<<dialogue "Lysara" "And here's something else to consider: no one else knows the truth except for me. Not even the queen. I have my own methods of gathering information. You're not as hidden as you think, and your actions have consequences that reach far beyond your immediate goals. I can keep this a secret just between you and me. But first, you must prove your loyalty and your worth.">>You took a deep breath, trying to process everything she had said. The room felt smaller, the air thicker, as the weight of her words settled over you. You were entangled in a web of politics and power, and your actions had set something significant in motion. You knew you had to navigate this carefully, for the sake of your family and your own survival. [[Continue to deny her allegations|Lysara 7]] [[Admit the truth|Lysara 8]]

You took a deep breath, trying to regain your composure. Despite the overwhelming evidence, you decided to deny your involvement, hoping to buy more time and understand the full extent of Lysara's knowledge.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I still don't know what you're talking about, Lysara. I haven't done anything to deserve these accusations.">>Lysara raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips as she decided to play along with your lie. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Very well, Philtra. Let's talk about something else then. You did request an invitation to an orgy from Vespasian, didn't you?">>You hesitated, knowing that denying this would be pointless since Vespasian himself had granted your request. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, I did. But I only attended one, and I didn't meet anyone notable there. Certainly not Mnemonides.">>Lysara's smile grew wider, more knowing, and you felt a pit form in your stomach as you realized the depth of her manipulation. <<dialogue "Lysara" "How touching, your denial. But let me tell you something, Philtra. Your father is about to become the new general, a position of great power and respect. Do you think he would be pleased to know that his daughter attended an orgy and was fucked by strangers who paid for that privilege?">>You paled at her words, understanding the implications. Lysara was blackmailing you, using your attendance at the orgy as leverage. You knew that if your father found out, it would bring shame to his name and potentially ruin his chances at the promotion. You were trapped, and Lysara knew it.<<dialogue "Philtra" "What do you want from me?">>Lysara leaned in, her voice a low whisper. <<dialogue "Lysara" "I want you to admit the truth. But if you defy me, everyone will know about your night at the orgy. Your father will know, and so will everyone else.">>You felt a sense of dread wash over you. You were at her mercy, and there was no way out. You had to play by her rules if you wanted to protect your family and your own interests. <<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> <<set $intellect -= 1>> <<set $persuasion -= 1>> [[Admit the truth|Lysara 8]]

You felt the weight of Lysara's blackmail bearing down on you, and you realized that denying the truth any longer was futile. You took a deep breath and let your defiant side take over, your expression turning proud and unapologetic.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Alright, Lysara, you want the truth? Here it is. Yes, I planned the whole thing. I poisoned Mnemonides, and I'm not ashamed of it. I took him down without troubling my father, and I'm proud of what I've done.">>Lysara's reaction was unexpected. She threw her head back and laughed, a maniacal sound that filled the room and sent a shiver down your spine. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Brilliant! I knew you had it in you. Your cunning and courage are impressive. I was hoping you'd see the light and admit to your actions. That's why I want to recruit you. You have a bright future ahead of you, and I want you by my side.">>You felt your heart pounding with a blend of excitement and fear. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do you have in mind for me, Lysara? What kind of a future are you talking about?">>Lysara's eyes sparkled with a dangerous excitement, and she leaned in closer, her voice a low, conspiratorial whisper. <<dialogue "Lysara" "I want you to become a fellow courtesan with me. Work with me. Together, we can shape the future of this polis. Imagine the power we could wield, the influence we could have. With your intelligence and my connections, we could be unstoppable.">>You listened intently, your mind racing with the possibilities. The idea of working alongside Lysara, of having a role in the court that went beyond mere attendance, was both thrilling and daunting. [[Lysara explains|Lysara 9]]

Lysara's eyes sparkled with ambition as she continued, her voice filled with conviction and a touch of madness. <<dialogue "Lysara" "But there's something you need to understand, Philtra. I don't owe allegiance to any mortal. I have my own plans, and they're big. I want you to be the queen. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to seduce and control King Basileos himself.">>You felt a jolt of fear and excitement. The idea of seducing the king was both thrilling and terrifying. You imagined the risks, the dangers, and the potential rewards. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Lysara, that's a huge risk. How can I possibly pull this off?">>Lysara leaned back, a confident and reassuring smile spreading across her face. <<dialogue "Lysara" "I've thought of everything, Philtra. I'll introduce you to the king and make you his attendant. From there, it's your show. You'll have to win his heart and his trust. With your charm, your intelligence, and your beauty, I have no doubt you'll succeed.">>You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. The magnitude of what she was asking sank in. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And what about my father? He's about to become the general of the king's army. That could help, right?">>Lysara nodded, her expression thoughtful and calculating. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Absolutely. Your father's promotion is a huge advantage. The king will want to foster a closer relationship with you, given your father's new position. It's the perfect opportunity for you to get close to him and carry out your mission. Think about it... with your father as the general and you as the queen, we'll have the king right where we want him.">>You felt a surge of determination mixed with nervousness. The path ahead was clear but dangerous, and you knew that one wrong step could spell disaster. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And what exactly do you want me to do once I'm close to him?">>Lysara's smile turned wicked, and she leaned in closer, her voice a low, conspiratorial whisper. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Seduce him. Make him fall in love with you. Control him. And once you have his heart, you have the power. Together, we can shape the future of this polis and make it bend to our will. Trust me, with my guidance and your charm, we'll be unstoppable.">>You listened intently, your mind racing with the possibilities. The idea of working alongside Lysara, of having a role in the court that went beyond mere attendance, was both thrilling and daunting. You knew that with Lysara's support and your own resolve, you could navigate this treacherous course and achieve the impossible. [[The start of a risky mission|Lysara 10]]

You took a deep breath, considering the pros and cons of Lysara's daring plan. Becoming the king's attendant and eventually the queen was a risky but enticing prospect. You tentatively agreed, knowing that this could change everything.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Alright, Lysara. I'll give it a shot. I'll become the king's attendant and see how things play out.">>Lysara's face lit up with madness. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Fantastic! This is just the beginning of great things. I have big plans, and with you by my side, we'll make them a reality. Now go home and get some rest. You'll need it for the journey ahead.">>With a sense of apprehension, you left Lysara's presence and headed home. The streets were bustling with the usual afternoon crowd, but your mind was elsewhere, already thinking about the challenges and opportunities that lay ahead. When you finally reached your home, you were relieved to find your mother, Medaea, safe and sound. She pulled you into a tight embrace, her voice shaking slightly with emotion.<<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, I'm so glad you're safe. I was so worried about you.">>You hugged her back, feeling a wave of relief and happiness. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm just happy you're back, Mother. What happened? Who questioned you?">>Medea led you to the sitting room, her expression serious as she recounted her experience. <<dialogue "Medaea" "It was the dowager queen Klytemnaestra herself. She asked about Mnemonides and claimed that he had told her we slept together and that I poisoned him. It's ridiculous, really. I was at the market during that time, and I have plenty of witnesses to back me up.">>You listened carefully, your mind processing the information. You were glad your mother had a solid alibi, but you kept your involvement and Lysara's plan to yourself, at least for now.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm just relieved you're safe, Mother. That's all that matters to me right now.">>Medea smiled, her eyes softening with love and relief. <<dialogue "Medaea" "And I'm just happy to be home with you, Philtra. We'll figure out the rest together.">>You nodded, feeling a sense of resolve and determination. With your mother by your side, you knew you could face whatever came your way, including the challenges that Lysara's ambitious plan would bring. [[Good news arrives|Lysara 11]]

A few days later, life in the household had started to settle back into a semblance of normality. You were helping your mother with some chores when your father, Peregrine, walked in.<<dialogue "Peregrine" "I have some news. I've been appointed as the new general of the King's army.">>Your mother gasped, her hands flying to her mouth in surprise. <<dialogue "Medaea" "That's incredible! We're so proud of you.">>You felt a surge of happiness for your father, but also a twinge of understanding. This was Lysara's doing; she had the ear of the dowager queen and was pulling strings to make her plans come to fruition. Your father continued, his brow furrowing slightly. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "There's more. The entire family has been invited to the King's palace. The announcement of my appointment will be made officially in front of the court. Isn't that unusual?">>You nodded, trying to hide your knowing smile. <<dialogue "Philtra" "That is unusual. But it's an honor, isn't it? To be recognized in such a public way.">>He shrugged, still puzzled. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "I suppose so. It's just... unexpected. But I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. We'll attend, and I'll make sure to represent our family with honor.">>Your mother smiled, her eyes shining with pride. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Of course, we will. This is a great day for our family. We're all so proud of you.">>You knew that Lysara's plans were in motion, and this invitation was just the beginning. You were being drawn into a world of politics and power, and you had to be ready for whatever came your way. [[Go to the King's court|Lysara 12]]

The day of the announcement arrived, and your family dressed in your finest attire to attend the king's palace. You wore a stunning gown of deep blue silk, the color complementing your eyes and the fabric shimmering with every movement. The bodice was intricately embroidered with gold thread, depicting delicate floral patterns that trailed down to the flowing skirt. Your hair was swept up in an elegant bun, adorned with a gold tiara that sparkled in the light. Your parents were equally impressive. Medaea wore a regal gown of crimson velvet, the rich color highlighting her dark hair and fair skin. The dress featured a high collar and long, fitted sleeves, giving her an air of nobility and elegance. Peregrine, in his new role as general, donned a crisp, white tunic beneath a gold-trimmed, red cloak, the emblem of the king's army proudly displayed on his chest. His boots were polished to a shine, and his belt bore the weight of his ceremonial sword. As you entered the palace, you were struck by the opulence and grandeur. The court members were resplendent in their attire, a sea of colors and fabrics that signified their wealth and status. Gowns of silk and velvet in every hue imaginable rustled as their wearers moved, the jewels adorning their necks, ears, and fingers sparkling under the light of the chandeliers. The men were equally impressive, their tunics and cloaks tailored to perfection, bearing the insignia of their respective houses and offices. There was still some time before the king's arrival, and you found yourself scanning the crowd, looking for Lysara. Your heart pounded as you wondered what this day would bring. Suddenly, your eyes locked with hers across the room. She was dressed in a gown of deep purple, the color of royalty, the fabric shimmering with an otherworldly quality. Her hair was styled in an intricate braid, adorned with pearls and precious stones. She smiled knowingly and began to make her way towards you, her movements graceful and confident. You met her halfway, your hearts pounding in unison as you reached out to each other, your hands touching briefly in a secret, conspiratorial gesture.<<dialogue "Lysara" "Philtra, you look stunning. Ready for your big day?">>You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. <<dialogue "Philtra" "As ready as I'll ever be. Thank you for making this happen.">>Lysara's smile was enigmatic, her eyes sparkling with secrets and plans. <<dialogue "Lysara" "It's all part of the plan. Today is just the beginning. Now, let's enjoy the show.">>You nodded, steeling yourself for what was to come. Together, you turned to face the crowd, ready to play your part in the grand scheme that Lysara had set in motion. [[The king arrives|Lysara 13]]

As Lysara and you stood together, you could feel the hum of anticipation in the air. The court was a sea of whispers and speculative glances, and you knew that many eyes were on you, the mysterious new figure at court. You held yourself with poise, your back straight and your expression neutral as you took in the scene before you. The king, Basileos, entered the chamber, and you had to admit, he was an impressive sight. Tall and commanding, with dark hair and striking green eyes, he carried himself with an air of authority that was undeniable. His robes were a deep gold, adorned with intricate embroidery that caught the light as he moved. You realized that this was the man you were meant to seduce. Basileos took his seat on the throne, and the court fell into a hushed silence as he began his duties. He listened intently to the petitions presented to him, his expression thoughtful and serious as he considered each case. A farmer stepped forward, his clothes worn and his hat clutched tightly in his hands. <<dialogue "Farmer" "Your Majesty, my fields have been ruined by the floods. I seek compensation so that I may buy seed and supplies for the next planting season.">>Basileos nodded, his voice firm and fair. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Your plea is just, good man. You shall receive enough gold to cover your losses and restart your farm. Additionally, you will be granted a portion of the recently reclaimed land to the east. May the gods bless your future harvests.">>You were impressed by his just and level-headed rulings. He showed mercy and wisdom, always seeking to uphold what was right and fair. A noblewoman, her eyes red from weeping, approached the throne next. <<dialogue "NobleWoman" "Your Majesty, my husband was murdered, and I seek justice. The defendant is a cruel and heartless man who deserves to pay for his crimes.">>Basileos listened carefully, his expression somber. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I have reviewed the evidence, and I find the defendant guilty. He shall be sentenced to hard labor in the mines for a period of ten years. His family shall forfeit their title and lands to you, noble lady, as compensation for your loss. Let this be a reminder to all that justice will prevail.">>His rulings were met with nods of approval from the court, and you could see the respect and admiration in the eyes of those around you. You knew that winning the heart of a man like this would be challenging, but you were ready to rise to the occasion. As the court session continued, you stood quietly by Lysara's side, observing the king and taking in the dynamics of the court. You were determined to make him notice you, to spark his interest, but you knew you had to be patient and strategic. For now, you watched and waited, ready to play your part when the time was right. [[The announcement|Lysara 14]]

As the court session wore on, the king turned his attention to matters of state, particularly the appointment of a new general for the army. His voice carried through the chamber, commanding attention and respect.<<dialogue "Basileos" "Citizens of Olympia, I am pleased to announce that I have chosen our new general. This individual embodies the highest standards of morality, loyalty, and martial skill. I am proud to introduce Peregrine, who from this day forward will be known as Peregrine the Lightbringer.">>The court erupted in applause and murmurs of approval as your father, Peregrine, entered the chamber alongside your mother, Medaea. They moved with a sense of dignity and poise, their presence commanding respect. Peregrine's uniform was impeccable, the gold and red colors signifying his new rank, while Medaea's elegant gown complemented him perfectly, her eyes shining with pride. Basileos continued, his tone filled with genuine admiration. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Peregrine, your dedication to duty and your selfless service to Olympia have been exemplary. Your tactical acumen and bravery on the battlefield make you the perfect choice to lead our armies. I have every confidence that under your command, Olympia will remain secure and prosperous.">>Peregrine bowed deeply to the king, his voice steady and sincere as he accepted his new role. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Your Majesty, it is an honor to accept this position. I pledge my loyalty to you and to the polis of Olympia. I will do everything in my power to ensure that our armies are strong and ready to face any challenge. Together, we will build a safer and more prosperous future for all our citizens.">>The court responded with enthusiastic cheers, the atmosphere charged with pride and excitement. You felt a lump form in your throat as you watched your father receive this well-deserved recognition. His years of hard work, dedication, and sacrifice were finally being acknowledged in the most public and prestigious way possible. Medaea stood beside him, her expression one of profound pride and love. She leaned in slightly, offering words of support and encouragement, her presence a steadying influence for him. As the cheers began to subside, Basileos raised his hand to quiet the crowd. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Let us celebrate this significant moment. Today, we honor not just a great soldier, but a man of exceptional character. Peregrine, you have my full support and confidence. Together, we will write a new chapter in the history of Olympia.">>You stood quietly, taking in the gravity of the moment. This was more than just an appointment; it was a testament to your father's character and a promise of a brighter future for your family and the polis. You knew that with this new role came great responsibility, but you also knew that your father was more than capable of rising to the challenge. [[The announcement continues|Lysara 15]]

As the cheers for Peregrine subsided, the dowager queen Klytemnaestra, a woman of regal bearing and sharp intelligence, stepped forward to congratulate him. Her voice was clear and authoritative as she addressed the court.<<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Peregrine, your appointment as our new general is well-deserved. Your virtues and accomplishments are an inspiration to us all. Olympia is fortunate to have you leading our armies.">>Peregrine bowed deeply to the dowager queen, his expression one of gratitude and respect. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Your Majesty, your words honor me greatly. I am committed to serving Olympia with all my heart and strength.">>Klytemnaestra nodded, a subtle smile playing on her lips as she turned her attention to the king. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Your Majesty, if I may, I have another announcement to make on behalf of the court.">>Basileos nodded, curious but unaware of what was to come. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Of course, Mother. What is it?">>Klytemnaestra's smile widened, and she gestured towards you. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Today, we not only celebrate the appointment of our new general but also the addition of a new attendant to your personal court, Your Majesty. May I present Philtra, who will henceforth serve as your own attendant.">>Basileos' eyes widened in surprise, and a slight blush crept up his cheeks, indicating that this announcement was news to him. He looked at you.<<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, welcome to the court. I look forward to having you by my side.">>You stepped forward. You curtsied deeply to the king, your voice steady and clear as you accepted your new position.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, it is an honor to serve you. I am grateful for this opportunity and promise to discharge my duties with loyalty and dedication.">>The court erupted in murmurs and applause, the atmosphere charged with anticipation and curiosity. You could feel the weight of their gazes, but you held your head high, your expression composed and confident. You knew that this was just the beginning of your journey at court, and you were ready to face whatever challenges and opportunities came your way. As you took your place beside the king, you caught Lysara's eye across the room. She gave you a subtle nod, a silent acknowledgment of her role in this development. You understood then that Lysara had indeed pulled strings to make this happen, and you were grateful for her support and guidance. With Lysara by your side and your new position secured, you felt a sense of determination and excitement for the future. [[Go back home|Lysara 16]]

As the court began to break up, Lysara pulled you aside, her voice low and urgent.<<dialogue "Lysara" "Listen, you need to go home, say your goodbyes to your parents, and pack your things. You're moving into the palace to be close to the king.">>You nodded, understanding the implications of your new role. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Got it. I'll take care of it right away.">>You rejoined your family, and as soon as we were out of the palace, Medaea turned to you.<<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, what's going on? Why do you have to leave so suddenly?">>You put an arm around her, giving her a reassuring squeeze. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It's okay, Mother. I've been appointed as the king's attendant, and I'll be living in the palace from now on. But don't worry, I'll come visit you all the time. This is a great opportunity for me, and for all of us.">>Medaea's eyes shone with unshed tears, but she put on a brave face. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I know, dear. I'm proud of you. Just promise me you'll take care of yourself and come see us as often as you can.">><<dialogue "Philtra" "I promise, Mother. I love you both so much. I won't forget where I come from.">>With that, you quickly packed a bag with your essentials, saying your goodbyes to your parents. The house felt different, the air heavier with the knowledge that you were leaving. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the journey ahead. As you walked back to the palace, the weight of your new responsibilities settled on your shoulders. You were leaving behind the comfort of your family home, but you were also stepping into a world of opportunity and influence. With each step, you felt a growing sense of determination and excitement for the future that lay before you. [[Go back to the palace|Lysara 17]]

You returned to the palace, your steps echoing through the grand halls as a servant led you to your new chambers. Located a floor below the king's quarters, your rooms were spacious and elegantly furnished, with rich tapestries adorning the walls and comfortable pieces of furniture arranged tastefully. You took a moment to appreciate the beauty of your new surroundings. As you began to unpack your belongings, there was a knock at the door. You opened it to find King Basileos standing there, his expression friendly and inviting.<<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, welcome to your new home. I hope you like your chambers.">>You curtsied, feeling a slight blush rise to your cheeks. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Your Majesty. They are beautiful.">>He smiled warmly and entered your chambers, making himself comfortable on a nearby chaise. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Please, call me Basileos. I want us to be friends. No need for formalities between us.">>You nodded, already feeling at ease with his relaxed demeanor. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Alright, Basileos. I'd like that.">>He leaned back, his expression turning serious but friendly. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Great. Now, let me tell you what I expect from you as my attendant. I need someone who can be my shadow throughout the day, helping me manage my schedule, keep track of the people I am supposed to meet, and provide honest opinions on the matters at hand. I value your insights and want you to feel comfortable sharing them with me.">>You listened carefully, feeling a sense of purpose and importance. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand, Basileos. I'll do my best to meet your expectations and support you in any way I can.">>He clapped you on the shoulder, his touch friendly and encouraging. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I know you will. I'm looking forward to working with you and getting to know you better. Why don't you take some time to settle in, and we'll catch up at dinner?">><<dialogue "Philtra" "That sounds perfect, Basileos. Thank you.">>As he left your chambers, you felt a sense of excitement and anticipation. Basileos' friendly and approachable nature had put you at ease, and you were eager to start your new role. You liked him already, and you were determined to be the best attendant he could ask for. With a deep breath, you continued unpacking, your mind already focused on the tasks and responsibilities that lay ahead. [[Unpack and get started|Lysara 18]]

You efficiently unpacked your belongings, your mind already sharp and focused on your new role. Once you were settled, you headed to the king's chambers, eager to start your duties. Knocking softly on his door, you entered to find him already dressed and ready for the day, looking relaxed and approachable.<<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, morning. Did you sleep well?">><<dialogue "Philtra" "Like a log. I'm ready when you are.">>He smiled, leaning back in his chair. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Today's a good day for you to get your bearings. I don't have much on my schedule, so use this time to explore the palace and get to know the layout. Meet the staff, find your way around... just get comfortable with the place. That's all I need from you for now.">>You nodded, taking in his instructions. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Got it. I'll familiarize myself with the palace and your routine. Anything specific you want me to focus on?">>He waved a hand dismissively. <<dialogue "Basileos" "No.... just get a feel for the place. Learn the shortcuts, meet the people, and figure out where everything is. You'll be my shadow, so the more you know, the better you can anticipate my needs. For now, just observe and learn.">><<dialogue "Philtra" "Sounds like a plan. I'm off to explore then.">>With that, you set out on your adventure, starting with the grand halls and working your way through the various sections of the palace. You noted the specific quarters for servants and guards, their areas well-defined and separate from the main living spaces. As you walked, you couldn't help but notice the revealing costumes of some of the servants. Their outfits were designed to be alluring and provocative, with the upper body mostly exposed, covered only by golden fabric over their nipples, and a sheer loincloth that left very little to the imagination. You spent the entire day wandering, taking mental notes of important locations, faces, and the subtle politics at play. The palace was a maze of history and power, each room whispering stories of the kingdom's past and present. You took your time, absorbing every detail, from the ornate tapestries to the whispered conversations of the court. By the end of the day, you had a solid mental map of the palace and a growing understanding of the people who lived and worked there. You returned to your chambers, your mind buzzing with new information and a deep respect for the complex world you were now a part of. As you prepared for dinner, a sense of accomplishment and excitement washed over you. You were ready to face whatever came your way, eager to prove yourself and make your mark on this new chapter of your life. [[The next day|Lysara 19]]

The next day, you treated yourself to a luxurious bath in the royal bathing space, a privilege reserved for the elite members of the palace, separate from the more modest quarters used by servants and guards. The room was a vision of opulence, with gleaming marble floors, golden fixtures, and a large, inviting pool that beckoned you to indulge in its warm, steamy embrace. You sank into the water, letting it envelop your body as you leaned back against the smooth marble edge, closing your eyes and allowing the tension of the previous day to dissolve away. The scent of exotic oils and herbs filled the air, creating an atmosphere of pure sensuality. The sound of the door opening roused you from your relaxation, and you opened your eyes to see Lysara, naked and stunning, stepping into the room. Her body was a work of art, toned and perfect, her breasts full and pert, her nipples already hardened in the cool air. She moved with a confident, predatory grace, her eyes locked on yours as she approached the pool.<<dialogue "Lysara" "How's your mission going, Philtra?">>You sat up slightly, the water lapping at your chest. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It's going well. I actually enjoy spending time with the king. He's charming and easy to be around. And the role... it's more than I imagined.">>Lysara's lips curved into a knowing smile as she stepped into the pool, the water rising to her waist, highlighting every curve and line of her body. She moved closer, her voice a low, husky whisper. <<dialogue "Lysara" "That's excellent to hear. But remember, you're the one who should be doing the seducing. You have the power, so use it. Make him fall for you, and then you can control him.">> [[Lysara continues|Lysara 20]]

She closed the distance between us, her body pressing lightly against yours, her breasts pressing against your arm. You could feel the heat radiating from her skin, could see the desire in her eyes. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, <<dialogue "Lysara" "You have the advantage. Use your body, your charm, your wit. Make him crave you, and then you'll have him eating out of the palm of your hand.">>You felt a shiver of excitement and nervousness run down your spine, your body responding to her proximity and her words. Lysara's presence was electric, her touch igniting a fire within you that you couldn't ignore. You knew that she was right; you had to be the one in control, the one manipulating the situation to your advantage.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand, Lysara. I won't let you down.">>She pulled back slightly, her eyes searching yours, a wicked glint in them. <<dialogue "Lysara" "I know you won't. You have what it takes to succeed. Now, let's enjoy this moment. You deserve it.">>With that, she leaned in and kissed you, a deep, passionate kiss that left you breathless and aching for more. Her lips were soft but insistent, her tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that matched your own. You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer, feeling her hard nipples press against your chest, her body molding to yours. As you kissed, you knew that you were one step closer to achieving your goal, and that the power dynamics in the palace were about to shift dramatically in your favor. With Lysara by your side, you felt invincible, ready to take on whatever challenges came your way and turn them to your advantage. <<set $aphroditefavor += 2>> [[Press your advantage|Lysara 21]]

As you kissed, your bodies pressed tightly together, your hands roaming and exploring each other's skin with a growing sense of urgency and raw desire. Lysara's touch was electric, her fingers tracing fiery patterns over your flesh, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your veins. You took advantage of the moment, your voice a low, husky whisper against her lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Lysara, how did you know about my plan with Mnemonides? You never told me how you found out.">>Lysara pulled back slightly, a sly, knowing smile playing on her lips as she cupped your face, her thumbs gently brushing against your skin. <<dialogue "Lysara" "I have my ways, my secrets. Now, enough about that. I want to know how you handled that monster's lust. Did you let him take your virginity?">>Before you could probe further, she captured your lips in another deep, passionate kiss, her hands continuing their exploration of your body. You moaned softly, your body arching into hers as she teased and tantalized, her touch leaving you breathless and aching for more. Her hands moved lower, tracing the curve of your hip before dipping between your thighs. You gasped as she gently parted your folds, her fingers teasing and exploring your most intimate places, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. She found your hymen, her touch gentle yet insistent, and you felt an intense arousal.<<dialogue "Lysara" "You're still untouched here, aren't you? Despite everything, you managed to keep this little secret intact.">>You blushed deeply, your voice barely a whisper. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, I am. But... he took me from behind. He bent me over and... and he spanked me repeatedly. His phallus was huge, and he took me in the arse. He finished inside me there.">>Lysara's eyes widened with a dark desire. <<dialogue "Lysara" "He took your arse? And you let him spank you? That's intense. How did you manage to keep your virginity intact if he was that rough with you?">>You took a shaky breath, your body still tingling from her touch, and recounted the events in a hurried, abbreviated manner, your voice low and intimate. <<dialogue "Philtra" "His phallus was immense, inhumanly so. I took him in my mouth, tasted him, pleased him, but he wanted more. He drank the wine laced with the toxin, and as it took effect, he became wild, obsessed. He tried to take me, to claim my virginity, but I outsmarted him. I broke the table we were on, and he finished in my mouth instead. I kept my virginity intact, but it was close.">>Lysara's eyes flashed with approval and raw desire. <<dialogue "Lysara" "That's my clever girl. You're learning fast. Now, let's see how far you can push your king. Remember, you hold all the power. Use it. Make him beg for your touch. Make him yours completely.">>With that, she kissed you again, her fingers continuing their exquisite torture, driving you to the brink of ecstasy and back, teaching you the art of seduction and the intoxicating power of denial. You knew that with Lysara's guidance, you would be an unstoppable force, a siren luring the king to his doom, and you reveled in the power and the pleasure of it all. <<set $seduction += 1>> <<set $sexuality += 2>> <<set $courage += 1>> <<set $intellect -= 1>> <<set $persuasion -= 1>> [[Relax a bit more|Lysara 22]]

As Lysara listened to your story, her eyes darkened with lust and a deep respect. She pulled you close, her body pressing against yours, her breath hot on your ear. <<dialogue "Lysara" "You're amazing, Philtra. The way you handled him, the power you had over him..... I want to feel that power, to share in your strength.">>She guided you to the edge of the pool, the cool marble a stark contrast to your heated skin. Lysara sat down, pulling you onto her lap so that you straddled her, your most intimate parts aligning perfectly. You could feel her wetness, the heat radiating from her core, and it sent a shiver of anticipation through you. <<bounce>>You started to move, your hips rolling and grinding against hers, the sensation of her against you sending waves of pleasure through your body. Her hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements, her fingers digging into your flesh, urging you on.<</bounce>> You moaned, the sound echoing through the chamber, your bodies slick with water and sweat, the friction between you building the tension within. Her breath was ragged, her eyes locked on yours, and her lips parted in pleasure and intensity.<<dialogue "Lysara" "I'm close.">>You nodded, your body trembling with the effort, your mind focused solely on the sensation, on the building orgasm that threatened to consume you. You grinded harder, your movements more urgent, more desperate as you chased your release.<<dialogue "Lysara" "Together. We'll finish together.">><<shake>>And with that, you both let go, your bodies shaking with the force of your orgasms, your most sensitive spots pulsing and clenching as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. You cried out, your voices mingling in a symphony of ecstasy, your bodies convulsing in each other's arms.<</shake>> As the waves of pleasure subsided, you collapsed against her, your chest heaving, your body spent. She held you tightly, her hands stroking your back, her lips pressing soft kisses to your shoulder.<<dialogue "Lysara" "That was incredible. You're incredible. Together, we're a force to be reckoned with.">>You smiled, a content and satisfied smile, your body still tingling with the aftermath of your shared climax. You knew that with her by your side, you could take on anything, anyone. And as you held each other, your bodies still entwined, you felt a deep sense of connection and power that was unlike anything you had ever experienced. [[Shadow the king|Lysara 23]]

Over the next few days, you shadowed the king, Basileos, as he went about his royal duties. You were by his side during meetings with advisors, accompanying him on inspections of the polis, and even joining him for private meals. With each passing day, your bond grew stronger and more intimate. You found yourself genuinely enjoying his company, admiring his dedication to his people and his struggle to maintain a balance between his personal feelings and his royal responsibilities. One evening, as you both dined in his private chambers, Basileos seemed more somber than usual. You noticed the slight furrow in his brow, the way his eyes seemed distant and troubled.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos, is everything alright? You seem preoccupied.">>He sighed, putting down his fork and looking at you with sadness. <<dialogue "Basileos" "It's my mother. She can be... difficult. She has a way of making me feel like a disobedient child rather than a king. Today, she questioned my decisions in front of the council, undermining my authority.">>You remembered the incident he was referring to. The dowager queen, Klytemnaestra, had interrupted a meeting, her voice sharp and critical as she challenged his recent decrees, suggesting that he was too soft, too naive. Basileos had tried to maintain his composure, but you could see the hurt in his eyes, the struggle to keep his anger in check.<<dialogue "Philtra" "That must have been challenging. But you handled it with grace. Your people see your strength and your kindness, and that's what matters.">>Basileos managed a small smile, his eyes softening as he looked at you. <<dialogue "Basileos" "You're right, Philtra. I just hate being at odds with her. She's my mother, and I want her respect and approval, but sometimes it feels like I can't do anything right in her eyes.">> [[comfort the king|Lysara 24]]

You reached out, placing a comforting hand on his arm. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Family can be complicated. But you're doing an amazing job as king. Your people love and respect you, and that's what should matter most. Don't let her manipulations bring you down.">>He covered your hand with his, giving it a gentle squeeze. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Thank you, Philtra. Having you by my side makes everything easier. You have a way of making me feel grounded and understood.">>Over the next few days, you continued to support him, offering a listening ear and your unwavering loyalty. You began to see the manipulative and vindictive side of the dowager queen more clearly. She would often make snide remarks about Basileos' decisions, belittling his efforts and trying to turn others against him. Basileos, despite his sadness, tried to maintain a facade of unity, not wanting to appear angry or disrespectful towards his mother. One particular incident stood out in your mind. During a state dinner, Klytemnaestra publicly criticized Basileos' latest trade agreement, suggesting that he had been too lenient with their allies. Her voice was loud and condescending, her words cutting through the polite chatter like a knife.<<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Really, Basileos, you should have pushed for more concessions. You're too soft, and it reflects poorly on our kingdom.">>Basileos' jaw tightened, but he kept his composure, offering a weak smile. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Mother, I believe in fostering strong alliances through mutual respect and benefit. Sometimes, compromise is necessary for long-term gain.">>Klytemnaestra scoffed, turning to the other guests as if seeking their agreement. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Compromise is for the weak, Basileos. You need to be firmer, more decisive.">>You could see the hurt in Basileos' eyes, the way he tried to hide his disappointment. It fueled your determination to be his rock, to support him in ways that his own mother could not. <<if visited("AP11") > 0>> [[A few days later|Stop the war]] <<else>> [[A few days later|Lysara 25]] <</if>>

A few days later, you found yourself missing your family, especially your mother. You decided to ask the king if you could take some time off to visit them. You caught him in his private chambers, looking over various documents and maps.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Hey, do you have a sec? I wanted to talk to you about something.">>He looked up from his work, his expression softening as he saw you. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Of course! What is it?">>You leaned against the doorframe, trying to sound casual. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I was thinking of taking a trip home to see my parents. It's been a while, and I miss them. Would that be okay with you?">>He smiled, standing up and walking over to you. <<dialogue "Basileos" "That sounds like a great idea. You should go and see them. How long do you think you'll be gone?">>You shrugged, trying to hide your excitement. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm not sure yet. A few days, maybe? I just want to spend some quality time with them.">>He placed a hand on your arm, his touch warm and reassuring. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Take all the time you need. Your family is important, and I want you to be happy. Don't worry about anything here; everything will be fine while you're gone.">>You felt a wave of gratitude wash over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you so much. Your support means a lot to me. I won't let you down.">>He squeezed your arm gently. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I know you won't. Now go, have a great time with your family, and don't rush back on my account. Safe travels!">>With his blessing, you excitedly prepared for your journey, your heart filled with anticipation. You couldn't wait to see your mother and father, to catch up and share your experiences. As you packed your belongings, you felt a deep sense of contentment. You had found your place in the palace, and you had the king's support. Life was good, and you were looking forward to every moment of it. [[Go home|Lysara 26]]

You made your way home, the journey familiar and comforting. As you approached your family's house, the scent of your mother's cooking wafted through the air, immediately transporting you back to your childhood. The door creaked open, and you were enveloped in a warm embrace from your mother.<<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, you're back! We've missed you so much.">>Your father joined in, his strong arms wrapping around both of you. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Welcome home. It's great to have you back.">>Over dinner, you caught them up on your experiences at the palace, keeping it light and focusing on the positive aspects. Your parents listened eagerly, their eyes reflecting pride.<<dialogue "Philtra" "The palace is amazing. The food is to die for, and I've been learning a lot. The king has been really good to me.">>Your mother's eyes softened with pride. <<dialogue "Medaea" "That's fantastic, sweetheart. Just remember to take care of yourself, okay?">>Your father nodded in agreement. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Absolutely. And if you need anything, anything at all, you let us know. We're here for you.">>After helping your mother clean up, you felt the weight of the past few days catching up with you. You yawned, stretching your arms above your head.<<dialogue "Medaea" "You look beat, Philtra. Why don't you turn in for the night? You can catch up on some rest.">>You agreed, giving both your parents a tight hug before heading to your old bedroom. The room was just as you left it, filled with memories and a sense of comfort. You changed into a comfortable nightgown and slipped under the blankets, the familiar sounds of the house lulling you into a state of relaxation. As you lay there, listening to the nighttime symphony of your childhood home, you felt a deep sense of peace. You were back where it all began, surrounded by the love and support of your family. Tomorrow, you'd return to the palace, to your new life and responsibilities. But for now, you were just you, and that was perfect. You closed your eyes, a content smile on your lips, and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the adventures that awaited you in the days to come. [[The next day|Lysara 27]]

The next day, your mother frantically reaches out to you,<<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, I need to speak with you. Let us sit.">>You complied, following her to the small yet cozy living area, your interest sparked. Medaea took a deep breath, her thoughts racing as she began to share her knowledge.<<dialogue "Medaea" "The Veil of Selene’s Embrace, it is a type of lunar eclipse... it is a rare occurrence, happening once every 300 or so years. On this day, gods can descend from their thrones and interact physically with our world, something they cannot do otherwise. It is a day of great opportunity and danger.">>You listened attentively, your eyes widening with surprise and a hint of fear. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do you mean, Mother? How does this involve me?">>Medaea's expression grew more grave. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Aphrodite visited me in my dreams last night. She warned me about the upcoming lunar eclipse and the importance of you undertaking the Trials of Aphrodite.">>You gasped, your hand covering your mouth. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The Trials of Aphrodite? But Mother, those are legendary challenges, meant for the most devoted.">>Medaea nodded solemnly. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Yes, they are. And with the gods able to intervene directly during the eclipse, the trials will be unprecedented. The stakes are higher than ever. You must be ready for anything.">>She paused, her eyes searching yours. <<dialogue "Medaea" "The Trials of Aphrodite are not ordinary challenges. They test devotion, courage, and purity. You will face tasks pushing you to your limits, both physically and mentally. With the gods among us, expect the unexpected.">>You asked. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do I need to do, Mother? How can I prepare?">>Medaea took your hands, her grip firm and comforting. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Stay pure of heart and body. Your devotion to Aphrodite must be unwavering. Pray, seek her guidance, and trust in her wisdom. The trials will test you beyond imagination, but if you remain true to yourself and Aphrodite, you will succeed.">>You nodded, resolve burning in your eyes. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand, Mother. I will do whatever it takes to honor Aphrodite and pass these trials.">>Medaea smiled, pride and concern mixing in her gaze. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I know you will. You are strong, brave, and devoted. Aphrodite has chosen you for a reason, and I have faith that you will meet this challenge.">>As you sat there, the gravity of your destiny settling on your shoulders, you knew the path ahead would be arduous, but you were prepared to face whatever lay before you. For Aphrodite, for your family, and for yourself, you would endure the Trials of Aphrodite and prove your worth. [[Your mother further explains|Croesus 13]]

You opted to meet with Eamon, deeming him the safer and more dependable choice after hearing troubling rumors about Senator Vespasian. You navigated the bustling streets, your mind ablaze with the strategy you had devised. Swift and covert action was essential, so you sought your confidants, Kaelen and Seraphina, individually, ensuring privacy. First, you spotted Kaelen, his tall, imposing figure standing out in the crowd. You drew him aside, your tone low and urgent. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Kaelen, I require your assistance. Meet me near the fountain, deep in the sacred grove at sundown. Ensure you're not tailed.">>He regarded you, concern written on his face, but he assented without delay. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "I'll be there, Philtra. Whatever you require.">>With your instructions conveyed, you returned to your family's home, your heart thumping with a blend of exhilaration and apprehension. You knew that your impending actions would alter everything, and you needed your allies to succeed. [[Meet Kaelen at the sacred grove]]

You navigated the bustling streets, your mind ablaze with the strategy you had devised. Swift and covert action was essential, so you sought out your confidant, Seraphina, individually, ensuring privacy. Then, you located Seraphina in a secluded alley, her eyes a blend of intrigue and caution. You took her hands, your grasp firm and comforting. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Seraphina, I must confer with you. Join me near the fountain, deep in the sacred grove at sundown. Ensure you're not followed.">>She arched an eyebrow but consented, her voice a hushed whisper. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "I'll be there. What is this about, Philtra?">>You shook your head, a slight smile touching your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'll reveal all when we're together there. Believe me, it's crucial.">>With your instructions conveyed, you returned to your family's home, your heart thumping with a blend of exhilaration and apprehension. You knew that your impending actions would alter everything, and you needed your allies to succeed. [[Meet Seraphina at the sacred grove]]

As dusk descended, you stole away from your home, traversing the sacred grove to your clandestine meeting point. The air was chilly and moist, the forest's symphony a calming counterpoint to your whirling thoughts. You found Kaelen already there, his demeanor grave and resolute.<<dialogue "Kaelen" "Philtra, you're ahead of schedule.">>You drew a deep breath, bracing yourself for your request. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I require your assistance. I need an introduction to your father.">>Kaelen's eyes widened in astonishment, but he agreed enthusiastically. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Naturally, Philtra. You know I'd do anything for you. My father, Eamon, holds your family in high regard and would be delighted to assist in any capacity.">> [[Go shopping with Kaelen]]

As dusk descended, you stole away from your home, traversing the sacred grove to your clandestine meeting point. The air was chilly and moist, the forest's symphony a calming counterpoint to your whirling thoughts. Moments later, Seraphina stepped out from the shadows, her gaze sweeping the area before she joined you both. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "Alright, Philtra, what's the urgency that brought us here in secrecy?">>You drew a deep breath, bracing yourself for your request. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I require your assistance. I need an introduction to your father.">>Seraphina, however, regarded you warily, her brow furrowing. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "You know I loathe my father, Vespasian. And Mnemonides... well, I have my own grievances with him. But if this is vital to you, I'll facilitate the introduction. Though, I can't guarantee his cooperation.">> [[Meet Seraphina privately]]

As your tears finally subside, exhaustion takes over, and you drift into a fitful sleep, your body aching and your mind racing. The dreams that follow are vivid and surreal, a stark contrast to the harsh reality of your waking life. In your dream, you find yourself in a lush, verdant garden, the air filled with the sweet scent of flowers and the gentle hum of bees. The sun is warm on your skin, and a soft breeze rustles the leaves, creating a soothing melody. You feel a sense of peace and tranquility wash over you, a stark contrast to the turmoil of your recent experiences.<<dialogue "Unnamed" "Peitho.... My child.">> You hear a distant, muffled voice calling out, but you're still disoriented and don't quite grasp that you're dreaming. You try to push that voice away and drift back to sleep, desperate for the rest. Suddenly, a figure appears before you, shimmering and ethereal. She's Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, her presence commanding and graceful. She's dressed in a stunning gown of shimmering gold and white, her hair adorned with flowers, and her eyes hold an ancient wisdom.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "I'm here for you in your time of need. You've been through so much, but you have to keep going. Don't let despair win.">>You drop to your knees, head bowed in respect. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Goddess, thank you for being here. I'll do everything I can to stay strong.">>Her hand rests gently on your shoulder, her touch soothing and reassuring. <<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Your mother is working tirelessly to free you. She loves you more than life itself and will stop at nothing to ensure your safety. Your mission is to hold onto hope and remain pure. Your virginity is a symbol of your strength and my connection to you. It is mine to claim, and so, you must protect it with your life. Do this, and you will be saved.">>You meet her gaze, resolve burning in your eyes. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I won't give up. I'll protect myself and hold onto hope.">>She offers a warm, proud smile. <<dialogue "Aphrodite" "That's the spirit. Remember, you're never alone. Your mother's love and my blessings are always with you. Stay strong. This won't last forever, and you'll come out of this stronger than ever.">>With that, she disappears, leaving you alone in the garden. Her words echo in your mind, filling you with a renewed sense of purpose and hope. As you wake up, the dream still vivid in your memory, you know exactly what you have to do. You'll stay strong, keep hoping, and protect yourself, trusting in your mother's plan and the blessings of the goddess. [[Find your resilience|Mnemonides 2]]

<<pulse>>You stir awake to a throbbing discomfort, your body feeling like it's being moved and manipulated. Your eyes slowly open, and your vision clears to reveal a guard behind you, his powerful body thrusting against yours. He's taking you from behind, his strong hands gripping your hips, pulling you back onto his thick, hard phallus with each forceful drive.<</pulse>> You try to resist, to push him off, but your body feels weak and spent, lacking the strength to put up much of a fight. Your struggles are half-hearted, and eventually, you give in, your body melting back against his as you submit to his primal rhythm. He leans over, his hot breath on your neck, his teeth nipping at your ear as he fucks you with a relentless, punishing pace. His thrusts sends a shiver down your spine, and despite yourself, you feel a spark of arousal amidst the humiliation and discomfort. Your body responds to his, your inner muscles clenching around him as he continues to plunder your depths. After an eternity of his unyielding assault, he finally reaches his peak, his body tensing as he unleashes his seed deep inside your arse. He pulls out slowly, his phallus slick and glistening with your combined fluids. With a satisfied groan, he stands up, taking a moment to admire his handiwork before tucking himself back into his pants. He turns to face you, a smug, satisfied smile on his face. <<dialogue "Guard" "Here's your reward, whore">> he says, tossing a small, meager ration of food onto the floor beside you. <<dialogue "Guard" "You earned it.">>With that, he turns and walks away, leaving you alone in the cell, your body aching and your mind racing. You feel used, dirty, and utterly spent, but there's a strange, conflicting sensation of satisfaction and relief. You reach for the food, your stomach growling despite the turmoil of emotions and sensations coursing through you. You have to keep your strength up, for your mother, for yourself, and for the promise you made to the goddess. [[Eat the food|Mnemonides 3]]

You lie there, your body sore and your mind foggy from the guard's rough handling. The cell is damp and cold, the air thick with an unpleasant mix of scents... sweat, dirt, and something foul and decaying. You turn to look at the food he left: a small, unappetizing lump on a chipped plate. With a sigh, you sit up and reach for the plate, your stomach growling despite the wave of nausea that hits you. The smell is putrid: a piece of stale bread, rotten veg, and something meaty that's long past its prime. You hesitate, but hunger wins out. You take a bite, the bread tasting stale and gritty, the texture unpleasant. You force yourself to chew and swallow, your throat working hard to push down the bile that rises. The "meat" is worse... greasy, stringy, and tasting like it's been sitting out for days. You eat slowly, focusing on getting it down, trying to block out the taste and smell. After what feels like forever, you finish, your stomach churning and protesting. You set the plate aside, wiping your mouth, a shiver of disgust running through you. Taking a deep breath, you turn to Lyssa and Thysa, who have been watching quietly. Your voice is hoarse but insistent. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You need to get out of here, and fast. Something big is coming, and if you are still here by that time, you will be right in the middle of it and become collateral damage.">>You look at each of them, your expression serious. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You have to find a way out. Use your brains, skills, and anything you can get your hands on. You can't just sit here and wait for whatever is coming. You have to make a move, and do it soon.">>Lyssa and Thysa exchange a glance, their expressions mirroring your determination. They nod, understanding the urgency. Together, you all start to brainstorm, your minds racing with ideas and strategies for escape. [[Help Thysa and Lysa escape|Mnemonides 4]]

You all crowd together, keeping voices low as you quickly come up with a plan. Time is short, and any delay could spell disaster.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I've got an idea. I'll call the guards and ask for a bath. Tell them I feel gross from all the... attention. Maybe they'll buy it and give us an in.">>Lyssa and Thysa nod, getting the plan. It's risky, but it might just work. Taking a deep breath, you call out, "Guards! I need help!" Footsteps echo down the hallway, and two guards appear at your cell, eyes narrowing as they take in the scene.<<dialogue "Guard" "What's the problem, prisoner?">>You put on your most pitiful expression, trying to sell it. "Please, I feel so dirty. All the... stuff I've been through has left me feeling unclean. I just want a bath to feel human again. And my shackles... they're killing me. Can you take them off, just for a bit?" The guards share a look, one of them smirking as he sees through your ploy but decides to play along.<<dialogue "Guard" "We can get you a bath, but the shackles stay on. Can't have you pulling any stunts, now can we?">>You hide your disappointment but nod, taking the small win. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, that would be great. I just want to feel clean again.">>As the guards start to lead you away, you sneak a quick, hopeful glance at Lyssa and Thysa, knowing this is just the beginning of your escape plan. [[Get bathed|Mnemonides 5]]

A few guards return, each lugging a bucket of water and a pile of rags. They set to work, pouring the water over you in a cold, abrupt manner, using the rags to scrub your skin roughly. Their hands are invasive, taking advantage of the situation to grope and molest. You feel their calloused fingers probing your most intimate places, your quim and arse, invading and exploring with a cruel, entitled attitude. It takes every ounce of your willpower not to react, to keep your expressions neutral and compliant. One guard, a burly man with a scar across his cheek, leans in close, his hot, stinking breath on your ear as he growls something lewd and degrading. You seize the moment, splashing a handful of water in his face, acting surprised and apologetic.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Oh, I'm so sorry! That was an accident.">>He blinks, water dripping from his face, and steps back, cursing loudly. Another guard, a younger one with a wicked grin, takes his place, his hands just as eager and invasive. He fingers you roughly, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he enjoys your discomfort. You repeat the performance, this time splashing water on him deliberately, soaking his clothes and causing him to step back in annoyance. Some of the guards become bolder, leaning in to suck on your nipples, their mouths hot and wet, tongues circling and teasing. Others suck on your neck, leaving dark marks and hickies, claiming you as their own for the moment. You endure it, your mind focused on your plan, your body tense and ready. The guard whose clothes got wet is an older, grizzled veteran, his eyes sharp and calculating. He's the one holding the keys to your shackles. He steps back, scowling as he removes his wet shirt, keeping it out of your reach. He wads it up and tosses it aside, his eyes never leaving you as he jumps back in, his hands as eager as ever. He continues to "bathe" you, his fingers probing and invading, a cruel smile on his face as he enjoys your squirming and discomfort. You keep your eyes on the discarded shirt, your heart pounding with fear, excitement, and desperation. This is your chance. You just need to time it right to catch him off guard and make your move. As the guards continue their assault, you notice Lyssa, her eyes locked on the shirt, her body tensed and ready to spring into action. She's waiting for the right moment, her eyes flicking between you and the shirt, her breath held in anticipation. Just as the guard with the keys turns his attention back to you, his hands rough and demanding, Lyssa makes her move. She darts forward, her hand snatching the shirt from the ground, her eyes wild and determined as she begins to search for the keys. [[Was the plan successful?|Mnemonides 6]]

The guards continue their assault, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of your body, leaving you feeling dirty and violated. But you endure, your mind focused on the plan, on the discarded shirt, and on the keys that will set you free. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the guards seem to lose interest. They finish bathing you, their touches becoming more perfunctory and less invasive. One by one, they step back, their eyes lingering on your body as they admire their handiwork. They exchange satisfied grins, their crude comments and laughter filling the cell as they gather their things and prepare to leave. The guard with the keys, his uniform draped over his arm, gives you a final, lingering look, a smug smile on his face. He's satisfied with the experience, his body relaxed and content. He doesn't bother to check his pockets, assuming the keys are still there, safe and sound. He pulls his uniform back on, his movements slow and unhurried, and then turns to leave, joining his comrades in their crude banter and laughter as they exit the cell, leaving you alone in the damp, cold silence. You let out a shaky breath, your body aching and sore, but a sense of triumph washing over you. The plan worked. You turn to Lyssa, a small, grateful smile on your lips.<<dialogue "Philtra" "You got the keys?">>Lyssa with a triumphant grin on her face, jingles the keys in her hand. [[Help them escape|Mnemonides 7]]

<<dialogue "Lyssa" "I got them. And I already took care of our shackles. I can't really get you out of your shackles though">><<dialogue "Philtra" "That's okay. I knew those wouldn't be so easy to remove. I just want you both to be safe.">>Thysa and Lyssa exchange a glance, their expressions one of gratitude.<<dialogue "Lyssa" "We won't forget this, Philtra. You've given us a chance, and we won't waste it.">><<dialogue "Thysa" "We promise, when our paths cross again, we'll repay your kindness. You have our word.">>They each give you a quick, tight hug, their voices fierce and determined as they make their promises. You feel a lump form in your throat, emotion welling up inside you as you realize that this might be the last time you see them.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Go, before it's too late. The night' dark will cover your escape.">>They nod, their expressions serious and resolved. They turn and slip out of the cell, their footsteps quiet and swift as they make their way towards freedom, leaving you alone in the cell. You sit there for a moment, your body aching, your mind racing. But you know that you did the right thing. You gave those sisters a chance, and that's all that matters. Now, you just have to wait, to hope, and to pray that your own chance will come. [[Wait for your mother to save you|Mnemonides 8]]

Exhaustion pulls you under, and you curl up on the cold floor, your body aching and your mind racing. You manage to doze off despite the discomfort, your sleep fitful and troubled. You wake up to a sharp, pain and soreness across your body. Your eyes fly open, and you see Mnemonides sitting in front of you, his expression stormy and angry. Your heart starts to pound as you realize something is very wrong. You know instantly that he's furious about Lyssa and Thysa's escape. He leans in, his voice surprisingly gentle for the first time, <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Did you have a hand in their escape?">>You shake your head, trying to keep your voice steady as you lie, <<dialogue "Philtra" "No, I didn't. I have no idea how they managed it.">>His eyes narrow, and you can see the rage building behind them. He takes a deep breath, and before you can react, his hand flies out and connects with your face with a loud crack. The force of the slap sends your head spinning, and you taste blood in your mouth as the cut on your lip starts to bleed. You bring your hand up to your face, your eyes wide with shock and pain as you feel the warm blood trickling down your chin. You look up at him, your voice trembling, <<dialogue "Philtra" "Why did you do that?">>He leans in close, his voice a low, dangerous growl, <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Because I know you're lying. I want the truth. Did you help them escape?">>You hesitate, your mind racing as you try to come up with a convincing lie. But before you can respond, he slaps you again, this time with even more force, sending you sprawling to the ground. Your body shakes with sobs as the pain and humiliation wash over you. [[Beg for mercy|Mnemonides 9]]

The taste of blood in your mouth is metallic and sharp, and the sting of the slap lingers on your cheek. You look up at Mnemonides, fear gripping your heart as you realize that your lie hasn't satisfied him. You need to buy time, to hope that your mother will arrive soon to save you. Taking a deep, shaky breath, you admit, <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, I helped them escape. Please, have mercy on me. I couldn't stand by and watch them suffer any longer.">>Mnemonides' eyes flash with anger, and a cruel smile plays on his lips. He knows he has you where he wants you now. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Mercy? You want mercy from me? You're in no position to ask for anything, you little bitch.">>He stands up and grabs your wrists, pulling you to your feet. He pushes you against the cold wall, his body pressing against yours as he pins your hands above your head. You struggle weakly, your body naked and vulnerable against his.<<dialogue "Mnemonides" "You think you can outsmart me? You think you can defy me and get away with it?">>He lands a heavy blow to your ribcage, the force of it knocking the wind out of you. You gasp in pain, your body curling in on itself as you try to protect your torso. But he doesn't let up. He hits you again and again, each blow precise and calculated, designed to cause maximum pain. You can feel your ribs cracking under the force of his blows, the pain excruciating and all-consuming. You try to scream, but it comes out as a pathetic whimper, your body shaking with sobs as you beg for him to stop.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Please... stop... I can't... breathe...">>But Mnemonides is relentless, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as he watches you suffer. He knows that he has broken you, that you are utterly at his mercy. And he intends to enjoy every moment of it. [[Endure|Mnemonides 10]]

The pain is overwhelming, each blow feeling like a sledgehammer to your ribs. You try to protect yourself, to curl in on yourself, but it's no use. Mnemonides is too strong, too relentless. You can feel your strength fading, your body growing weaker with each passing moment. Finally, you give up, your arms falling limp at your sides as you admit defeat. Your body slumps against the wall, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps as you try to cope with the agony that courses through you. Mnemonides, seeing that you've had enough, lets go of your wrists and steps back, a satisfied smirk on his face. He knows that he's broken you, that you are utterly defeated.<<dialogue "Mnemonides" "That's better. I knew you'd see things my way eventually.">>He starts to pace back and forth, his voice rising as he rants about the king, his bitterness and anger palpable. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "The king, that coward, he doesn't have the guts to set foot in my own dungeon. He thinks this place is vile and filthy, that it's beneath him. Well, let me tell you, it's a necessary evil, and someone has to do the dirty work. Someone has to keep this kingdom safe from the scum and the vermin that infest it.">>He spits on the ground, his face contorted with disgust. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "And what does he do? He hides away in his palace, surrounded by his precious courtiers and his whores. He doesn't want to get his hands dirty, doesn't want to face the reality of his kingdom. Well, I'll tell you something, your highness, someone has to do it, and I'm not afraid to get my hands bloody.">>He pauses, his expression softening slightly as he thinks of the dowager queen. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "But the dowager queen, now there's a woman who understands. She's practical, result-oriented. She knows that sometimes you have to do unpleasant things to get the job done. She doesn't shy away from the difficult decisions, doesn't hide behind her skirts like that cowardly son of hers.">>He shakes his head, a look of admiration on his face. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "No, she's a true leader, and I respect her for it. She's the only one in that palace who has any sense, any backbone. The rest of them are just... just useless, pathetic excuses for human beings.">>You listen to his rant, your body aching and your mind numb. You know that you've bought yourself some time, that your mother might still come to your rescue. But for now, you just have to endure, to survive, and to hope that the end will come soon. [[You are given a choice|Mnemonides 11]]

Mnemonides stops his ranting and turns to face you, his eyes gleaming with cruelty and something more primal. He steps closer, his voice a low, dangerous growl as he offers you a choice.<<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Listen, I can end this. I can let you go and make all this suffering stop. All you have to do is give me what I want. Let me take your virginity, and you're free to go.">>His fingers trace the line of your jaw, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the harshness in his eyes. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Or, you can hold onto that virginity and keep suffering here. Your call.">>You look into his eyes, your mind racing as you consider your options. You think back to Aphrodite's words, her blessing, and the promise you made. You remember the hope and strength that came with that promise and the knowledge that your mother is fighting to save you. But you also remember the pain, the humiliation, and the endless suffering. You think of your broken ribs, the blood in your mouth, and the deep exhaustion that grips your body and soul. You consider the chance at freedom, at escape, and the end of your torment. Taking a deep, shaky breath, you weigh your options, your heart heavy with the decision you must make. You know what you have to do, what you have to sacrifice to ensure the safety of those sisters and the hope of your own rescue. [[Agree to his deal|Mnemonides 12]] [[Deny him|Mnemonides 13]]

You take a deep, shaky breath, your voice barely above a whisper as you make your decision. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Alright, I'll do it. Take my virginity and let me go. Please, just end this.">>Mnemonides' face lights up with a wide, satisfied smile, and he lets out a low, cruel laugh that sends a shiver down your spine. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "He said turning you would be a tough job. Ha! Look at you now, spreading your legs for me like a common whore. I must admit, I'm impressed. I didn't think you had it in you.">>You do as he says, meekly spreading your legs, your body trembling with fear, resignation, and a strange sense of detachment. You look up at him, puzzlement in your eyes as you wonder who he is referring to. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Who are you talking about? Who said that?">>Mnemonides sees your confusion and chuckles, his eyes gleaming with malice. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Oh, just someone who knows you better than you know yourself. Someone who saw right through your little act of innocence and virtue. He knew that underneath it all, you're just a little whore, eager to please.">>He leans in close, his voice a low, dangerous growl, his hot breath on your ear. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "And you know what? Your virginity isn't even mine to take. It belongs to someone else, someone who has big plans for you. But don't worry, my little pet, the time for that will come soon enough. And when it does, you'll be more than ready to fulfill your duty.">>He stands up, a look of immense satisfaction on his face as he admires his handiwork. He knows that he's broken you, that you're utterly defeated and at his mercy. And he intends to enjoy every moment of it, drawing out your suffering and humiliation for as long as possible. <<set $aphroditefavor -= 5>><<set $courage -= 2>> [[Silent contemplation|Mnemonides 15]]

You take a deep, shaky breath, your voice steady as you refuse him. <<dialogue "Philtra" "No, you can't have it. My virginity is mine to give, and I won't let you take it.">>Mnemonides chuckles, a deep, menacing sound that echoes through the cell. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "You think you can deny me? I could take it whenever I want.">>He steps closer, his presence dominating the small space, his eyes gleaming with a newfound respect. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "But you know what? I'm impressed. You've got more guts than I thought. Most people would have broken by now, but not you. You're something else.">>He reaches out, his fingers gently but firmly tilting your chin up so you meet his gaze. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "He warned me, you know. Said breaking you would be next to impossible. But I never turn down a challenge.">>You look at him, confusion clear in your eyes. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Who warned you? Who are you talking about?">>A cruel, knowing smile spreads across his face. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Someone who knows you better than you know yourself. Someone who's got his eyes on you, and he's not going to stop until he gets what he wants. And let me tell you, what he wants is you.">>He leans in, his voice a low, threatening growl. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "You're a piece in a much bigger game, and whether you like it or not, you're playing a big part in his plans.">>He takes a step back, a look of reluctant admiration in his eyes. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "For now, I'll leave you to think about that. Enjoy your time here, because trust me, things are about to get a lot more interesting.">>With that, he turns and leaves, the heavy door creaking shut behind him. You're left alone in the cell, your mind racing with questions and a growing sense of dread. You know that something big is coming, something that will change everything, and you can't shake the feeling that your time is running out.<<set $aphroditefavor += 5>><<set $courage += 3>><<set $sexuality -= 3>> [[Silent contemplation|Mnemonides 14]]

Mnemonides stands there for a moment, a smug, satisfied smile on his face as he looks down at you, his victory complete. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Remember, my little pet, your time will come. And when it does, you'll be more than ready to fulfill your duty.">>With that, he turns and walks away, leaving you alone in the cell, the echo of his footsteps fading into the distance. The heavy door creaks shut behind him, leaving you in the cold, damp silence, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. You look down at your body, your legs still spread, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Shame washes over you, a wave of humiliation and self-loathing that leaves you feeling dirty and used. You were broken so easily, your resolve crumbling like a house of cards under his cruel words and threats. You can't believe that you gave in so quickly, that you were willing to sacrifice your virginity, your purity, for a chance at freedom. And now, you realize the true extent of your failure. You were blessed by Aphrodite, marked as something special, something pure. But you've thrown that all away, let it slip through your fingers like sand. You've disgraced yourself, dishonored the goddess, and broken the promise you made. Tears well up in your eyes, spilling over and streaming down your cheeks as you sob uncontrollably. Your body shakes with the force of your emotions, your heart aching with a pain unlike anything you've ever known. You've lost something precious, something irreplaceable, and you know that you'll never be the same again.<<dialogue "Philtra" "What have I done? I've failed everyone, including myself. Aphrodite will never forgive me, and neither will I.">>Your sobs echo through the empty cell, a mournful symphony of regret and despair. You curl up into a ball, your arms wrapped around your knees as you rock back and forth, trying to find some semblance of comfort in the midst of your anguish. But there is none to be found, only the cold, hard reality of your situation and the knowledge that you've thrown away the one thing that could have saved you.<<set $combat -= 1>><<set $seduction -= 1>><<set $persuasion -= 1>><<set $sexuality += 3>> [[Continue waiting for your mother|Mnemonides 16]]

The days blend into a miserable haze of waiting and silent tears. You huddle in the corner of your cell, your body aching and your heart growing heavier with each passing moment. You hold onto the hope that your mother will come for you, but as the days turn into weeks, that hope starts to fade, replaced by a gnawing fear that you've been left behind. Then, one night, as you lie there in the darkness, you hear it... a commotion, muffled voices, and the clanking of metal. Your heart jumps, hope surging through you. You sit up, your ears straining to catch every sound, your body tense with anticipation. The noises grow louder and more insistent, and then, suddenly, there she is. Your mother, Medaea, standing outside your cell, her eyes meeting yours with a sense of relief.<<dialogue "Medaea" "It's alright, Philtra. I'm here to get you out. Your suffering ends now.">>Her voice is a comforting balm to your broken spirit, and you feel tears well up in your eyes, but these are tears of joy and relief. You rush to the bars, your hands reaching out to touch hers, to feel her warmth and know that this is real. Beside her stands a cloaked figure, their face hidden in the shadows. They must have come together, these two, under the cover of darkness, to free you from this place.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Mother, you came. I knew you would.">>She smiles, her eyes shining as she takes your hand, her grip firm and reassuring.<<dialogue "Medaea" "Of course, I did. I wouldn't leave you here. Now, let's get you out.">> [[The shackles are unbreakable|Mnemonides 30]]

The heavy door creaks shut behind Mnemonides, leaving you alone in the damp, cold cell. Your mind immediately starts racing, trying to make sense of his cryptic words and the identity of the mystery person he referred to. You start to pace back and forth, your arms wrapped around yourself as you try to warm up and think. Who could this person be? You're sure it's not the king; he's been desperate to find you, but he doesn't have the power to control Mnemonides like that. So, who does? You chew on your lip, your brow furrowed in concentration as you run through the possibilities. Could it be one of the other nobles? Someone with enough power and influence to manipulate Mnemonides? But why would they want you? And how do they know so much about you? Your heart starts to pound as you consider the implications. If this person is powerful enough to control Mnemonides, then they must have extensive resources and connections. They could be anyone... a rival noble, a secret society. You stop pacing and sit down on the edge of your cot, your head in your hands as you try to calm your racing thoughts. Whoever this person is, they have a plan for you, and it's not a good one. You can feel it in your bones, a deep, gnawing sense of dread that tells you your life is about to take a dark and dangerous turn. You take a deep, shaky breath, trying to push down the panic that threatens to overwhelm you. You need to stay calm, to think clearly if you're going to have any hope of figuring this out. But the questions keep coming, each one more unsettling than the last. Who is this person? What do they want with you? And how can you stop them before it's too late? [[Continue waiting for your mother|Mnemonides 16]]

As your tears finally subside, a wave of exhaustion washes over you, and you drift into a deep, restful sleep. Your body, though still aching, feels rejuvenated, and your mind, though racing, is filled with a newfound sense of purpose and confidence. In your dream, you find yourself in a lush, verdant garden, the air filled with the sweet scent of flowers and the gentle hum of bees. The sun is warm on your skin, and a soft breeze rustles the leaves, creating a soothing melody. You feel a sense of peace and tranquility wash over you, a stark contrast to the turmoil of your recent experiences. Suddenly, a figure appears before you, shimmering and ethereal. It's Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, her presence commanding and graceful. She's dressed in a stunning gown of shimmering gold and white, her hair adorned with a crown, and her eyes hold an ancient wisdom and a spark of mischief.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Philtra, my child, I am so proud of you. You've embraced your powers and used them to your advantage. That was exquisite.">>You drop to your knees, head bowed in respect and happiness. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Goddess, thank you for your blessings. I feel stronger than ever, and I'm ready to face whatever comes my way.">>Aphrodite's hand rests gently on your shoulder, her touch warm and comforting. <<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Your mother is closer than ever to freeing you. She's a force to be reckoned with, and with my blessings, you two together are unstoppable. Your virginity is your strength, your purity a beacon of hope. Protect it, and you protect your power.">>You meet her gaze, confidence and determination burning in your eyes. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I won't let you down. I'll stay strong and hold onto hope. My power is yours, and I'll use it to my advantage.">>Aphrodite smiles, her eyes shining with pride and happiness. <<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Remember, you're never alone. Your mother's love and my blessings are always with you. This is your time to shine. Embrace your power, and let it guide you to victory.">>With that, she disappears, leaving you alone in the garden, but her presence lingers, filling you with a renewed sense of purpose, hope, and excitement. As you wake up, the dream still vivid in your memory, you know exactly what you have to do. You'll stay strong, keep hoping, and protect yourself, trusting in your mother's plan and the blessings of the goddess. Your power is a gift, and you're ready to use it to your advantage. [[The next day|Mnemonides 18]]

You wake up with a start, your heart pounding with excitement and determination. The dream still fresh in your mind, you feel a renewed sense of purpose and confidence. You stretch, your body feeling surprisingly rested and rejuvenated. As you sit up, you hear the clanking of metal and the scrape of a key in the lock. The heavy door creaks open, and a guard walks in, carrying a tray of food. He's a burly man with a rough exterior, but there's a spark of curiosity in his eyes as he looks at you. You smile at him, a slow, seductive smile that seems to catch him off guard. You stand up, your body moving with a newfound grace and confidence, and walk towards him. He swallows hard, his eyes widening as you approach.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you for bringing me food. It's so kind of you.">>You reach out, your fingers lightly touching his arm, and you feel him shiver slightly at your touch. You lean in, your voice a soft, sultry whisper, <<dialogue "Philtra" "You know, I could use some company right now. Would you like to keep me company for a while?">>The guard's Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, his eyes darting between yours and your body. He nods, a small, nervous smile playing on his lips. <<dialogue "Guard" "I... I think I can do that.">>You take the tray from him and set it aside, your movements deliberate and inviting. You turn back to him, your eyes locked onto his as you reach out and start to unbuckle his belt. He lets you, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as you kneel before him. [[Satisfy the guard|Mnemonides 19]]

You take him in your mouth, your movements slow and teasing at first, then building in intensity as you feel him respond to your touch. He groans, his hands tangling in your hair as he guides your movements, his hips bucking gently against you. You can feel his pleasure building, his body tensing as he gets closer to his release. You redouble your efforts, your head bobbing faster as you take him deeper, your hands gripping his thighs for support. With a final, shuddering groan, he reaches his peak, his body convulsing as he spills himself into your mouth. You swallow, your eyes never leaving his as you continue to pleasure him until he's completely spent. He looks down at you, his chest heaving, a look of pure bliss on his face. <<dialogue "Guard" "That was... incredible. Thank you.">>You smile up at him, a satisfied, content smile. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You're very welcome. I enjoyed it as much as you did.">>He helps you to your feet, his movements gentle and respectful. He picks up the tray of food and hands it to you, a small, shy smile on his face. <<dialogue "Guard" "Here's your food. I hope it tastes as good as you do.">>With that, he turns and leaves, casting one last, lingering look back at you before closing the door behind him. You listen to his footsteps fade away, a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment washing over you. You look down at the tray of food, your stomach rumbling, and you realize just how hungry you are. But first, you take a moment to appreciate the power you now wield, the confidence that courses through your veins. You know that you can handle whatever comes your way, and that knowledge is intoxicating. [[Speak with the sisters|Mnemonides 20]]

The food before you is a feast for the senses. The tray is laden with an array of delicious and nutritious dishes that make your mouth water. There are succulent roasted meats, their juices glistening under the dim light of the cell, accompanied by an assortment of fresh, vibrant vegetables, perfectly seasoned and steaming hot. A loaf of crusty, golden bread completes the meal, its aroma alone enough to make you hungry. You take your first bite, and it's like a symphony of flavors exploding in your mouth. The meat is tender and juicy, the vegetables crisp and flavorful, and the bread is soft and warm on the inside, with a satisfying crunch on the outside. You eat slowly at first, savoring each bite, but your hunger soon takes over, and you find yourself devouring the meal with enthusiasm. As you finish the last crumb, you feel a sense of satisfaction and energy coursing through your veins. You wipe your mouth, taking a deep breath to compose yourself. You turn to Lyssa and Thysa, who have been watching quietly, their eyes reflecting awe and concern. Your voice is hoarse but insistent<<dialogue "Philtra" "You need to get out of here, and fast. Something big is coming, and if you are still here by that time, you will be right in the middle of it and become collateral damage.">>You look at each of them, your expression serious, <<dialogue "Philtra" "You have to find a way out. Use your brains, skills, and anything you can get your hands on. You can't just sit here and wait for whatever is coming. You have to make a move, and do it soon.">>Lyssa and Thysa exchange a glance, their expressions mirroring your determination. They nod, understanding the urgency.<<dialogue "Lyssa" "You're right. We can't just wait here. We need to act, and we need to act now.">><<dialogue "Thysa" "Do you have any ideas on how we can get out? Any weaknesses in the guards' patrols or the dungeon's layout that we can exploit?">>You all start to brainstorm, your minds racing with ideas and strategies for escape. The cell, once a place of captivity and despair, now buzzes with a sense of purpose and hope. You know that the road ahead is fraught with danger, but with your newfound power and the support of your sisters, you are ready to face whatever comes your way. [[Call the guards|Mnemonides 21]]

You all crowd together, keeping voices low as you quickly come up with a plan. Time is short, and any delay could spell disaster.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I've got an idea. I'll call the guards and ask for a bath. Tell them I feel gross from all the... attention. Maybe they'll buy it and give us an in.">>Lyssa and Thysa nod, getting the plan. It's risky, but it might just work. Taking a deep breath, you call out<<dialogue "Philtra" "Guards! I need help!">>Footsteps echo down the hallway, and two guards appear at your cell, eyes narrowing as they take in the scene.<<dialogue "Guard 1" "What's the problem, prisoner?">>You put on your most pitiful expression, trying to sell it. "Please, I feel so dirty. All the... stuff I've been through has left me feeling unclean. I just want a bath to feel human again. And my shackles... they're killing me. Can you take them off, just for a bit?" The guards share a look, one of them smirking as he sees through your ploy but decides to play along.<<dialogue "Guard 2" "We can get you a bath, but the shackles stay on. Can't have you pulling any stunts, now can we?">>You hide your disappointment but nod, taking the small win.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, that would be great. I just want to feel clean again.">>As the guards start to lead you away, you sneak a quick, hopeful glance at Lyssa and Thysa, knowing this is just the beginning of your escape plan. [[Get bathed|Mnemonides 22]]

A few guards return, each carrying a bucket of water and a pile of rags. They approach you gently, their touches as gentle as they can manage. They pour the water over you, their rags scrubbing your skin with a surprising tenderness. Their hands, though still invasive, move with a newfound care, exploring your body. You decide to take advantage of their changed demeanor, your movements becoming more provocative and enticing. You open your legs slightly, inviting their touch, and bend over, giving them a clear view of your most intimate places. The guards' breaths hitch, their eyes widening as they take in the sight before them. You turn to them, a sultry smile on your lips, <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm here to please, after all.">>You reach out, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw, your touch light and teasing. He leans into it, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before he regains his composure. Another guard, a younger one with a wicked grin, takes his place, his hands eager but gentle as they explore your body. You guide his hands, showing him what you like, your movements slow and seductive. You turn your head to look at him, your eyes locked onto his as you whisper, <<dialogue "Philtra" "You like that, don't you?">>He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, <<dialogue "Guard" "Yes, very much.">>Some of the guards become bolder, leaning in to suck on your nipples, their mouths hot and wet, tongues circling and teasing. You arch your back, pushing your breasts forward, encouraging their attention. Others suck on your neck, leaving dark marks and hickies, claiming you as their own for the moment. You endure it, your mind focused on keeping their attention on you, your body tense and ready. The guard whose clothes got wet is an older, grizzled veteran, his eyes sharp and calculating. He's the one holding the keys to your shackles. He steps back, scowling as he removes his wet shirt, keeping it out of your reach. He wads it up and tosses it aside, his eyes never leaving you as he jumps back in, his hands as eager as ever. He continues to "bathe" you, his fingers probing and invading, a smile on his face as he enjoys your squirming and discomfort. You keep your eyes on the discarded shirt. This is your chance. You just need to time it right to catch him off guard and make your move. As the guards continue their assault, you notice Lyssa, her eyes locked on the shirt, her body tensed and ready to spring into action. She's waiting for the right moment, her eyes flicking between you and the shirt, her breath held in anticipation. Just as the guard with the keys turns his attention back to you, his hands rough and demanding, Lyssa makes her move. She darts forward, her hand snatching the shirt from the ground, her eyes wild and determined as she begins to search for the keys. [[The plan was successful|Mnemonides 23]]

After the guards leave,<<dialogue "Lyssa" "I got them. And I already took care of our shackles. I cant really get you out of your shackles though">><<dialogue "Philtra" "That's okay. I knew those wouldn't be so easy to remove. I just want you both to be safe.">>Thysa and Lyssa exchange a glance, their expressions one of gratitude.<<dialogue "Lyssa" "We won't forget this, Philtra. You've given us a chance, and we won't waste it.">><<dialogue "Thysa" "We promise, when our paths cross again, we'll repay your kindness. You have our word.">>They each give you a quick, tight hug, their voices fierce and determined as they make their promises. You feel a lump form in your throat, emotion welling up inside you as you realize that this might be the last time you see them.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Go, before it's too late. The night' dark will cover your escape.">>They nod, their expressions serious and resolved. They turn and slip out of the cell, their footsteps quiet and swift as they make their way towards freedom, leaving you alone in the cell. You sit there for a moment, your body aching, your mind racing. But you know that you did the right thing. You gave those sisters a chance, and that's all that matters. Now, you just have to wait, to hope, and to pray that your own chance will come. [[Wait for your mother to save you|Mnemonides 24]]

Exhaustion pulls you under, and you curl up on the cold floor, your body aching and your mind racing. You manage to doze off despite the discomfort, your sleep fitful and troubled. You wake up to a sharp, pain and soreness across your body. Your eyes fly open, and you see Mnemonides sitting in front of you, his expression stormy and angry. Your heart starts to pound as you realize something is very wrong. You know instantly that he's furious about Lyssa and Thysa's escape. He leans in, his voice surprisingly gentle for the first time, <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Did you have a hand in their escape?">>You shake your head, trying to keep your voice steady as you lie, <<dialogue "Philtra" "No, I didn't. I have no idea how they managed it.">>His eyes narrow, and you can see the rage building behind them. He takes a deep breath, and before you can react, his hand flies out and connects with your face with a loud crack. The force of the slap sends your head spinning, and you taste blood in your mouth as the cut on your lip starts to bleed. You bring your hand up to your face, your eyes wide with shock and pain as you feel the warm blood trickling down your chin. You look up at him, your voice trembling, <<dialogue "Philtra" "Why did you do that?">>He leans in close, his voice a low, dangerous growl, <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Because I know you're lying. I want the truth. Did you help them escape?">>You hesitate, your mind racing as you try to come up with a convincing lie. But before you can respond, he slaps you again, this time with even more force, sending you sprawling to the ground. Your body shakes with sobs as the pain and humiliation wash over you. <<set $aphroditefavor += 2>> [[Try to seduce him|Mnemonides 25]]

You take a deep, shaky breath, your body aching from the blows, your lip throbbing where his hand made contact. You look up at Mnemonides, your eyes welling with tears, but you also see the spark of something else in his eyes... desire. You decide to use this to your advantage, to distract and misdirect him. You shift your position slightly, your movements slow and deliberate as you begin to seduce him. You arch your back, pushing your breasts forward, your nipples hardening in the cool air of the cell. You see his eyes flick down, his gaze drawn to your body despite his anger.<<dialogue "Philtra" "You know, you don't have to be so rough with me. I can be very cooperative if you treat me right.">>You reach out, your fingers lightly tracing the line of his jaw, your touch gentle and inviting. He leans into it, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before he regains his composure.<<dialogue "Mnemonides" "You think you can distract me with your body? I know what you're trying to do.">>You smile, a slow, seductive smile that doesn't reach your eyes. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Maybe I am. But maybe you like it. Maybe you like having this power over me.">>You stand up, your body pressing against his as you straddle him, your arms wrapping around his neck. You lean in, your breath hot on his ear as you whisper, <<dialogue "Philtra" "You can have me, Mnemonides. All you have to do is ask.">>He groans, his hands gripping your hips, his body responding to your touch despite his best efforts to resist. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "You're playing a dangerous game. I could take you right now, and there's nothing you could do to stop me.">>You pull back, your eyes locked onto his as you shake your head slowly. <<dialogue "Philtra" "But you won't. Because you want me to want you. You want me to beg for it.">><<set $sexuality += 2>><<set $seduction += 2>> [[Press your advantage|Mnemonides 26]]

You grind against him, feeling his hardness press against you, a small smile playing on your lips as you realize the effect you're having on him. <<dialogue "Philtra" "See? You can't resist me. No man can.">>He growls, his hands tightening on your hips as he pulls you closer, his body taking over as he kisses you roughly, his tongue invading your mouth. You kiss him back, your body moving with his, your hands tangling in his hair.<<dialogue "Mnemonides" "You're a tease. A dangerous, beautiful tease.">>You pull away, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps, a satisfied smile on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And you love it. Admit it. You love having this power over me, knowing that I want you.">>He leans back, his eyes never leaving yours, a struggle playing out behind them. You can see the conflict, the battle between his desire and his anger. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Maybe I do. But don't think this changes anything. You're still a prisoner here, and you'll do well to remember that.">>You stand up, your body still pressing against his as you look down at him, a challenging smile on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "We'll see about that. For now, why don't you enjoy the perks of your position? I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere.">>He stands up, his body pressing against yours, his voice a low, dangerous growl. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Oh, I intend to. But remember, this is my game. And I always win.">>With that, he kisses you again, his hands exploring your body, his touch rough and demanding. You kiss him back, your body responding to his, your mind focused on keeping him distracted and under your spell. You know that you're playing a dangerous game, but you also know that you're winning. For now, at least. <<set $aphroditefavor -= 1>> [[Push your luck|Mnemonides 28]]

He growls, his hands tightening on your hips, pulling you closer, his mouth crashing down on yours in a fierce, demanding kiss. His tongue invades your mouth, exploring, possessing, and claiming you as his. You kiss him back, your body moving with his, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on.<<dialogue "Mnemonides" "You're a tease, a dangerous, beautiful tease. You know exactly what you're doing to me.">>Pulling away, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps, your lips swollen and red, you smile knowingly. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And you love it. Admit it. You love having this power, knowing that I want you, that my quim is aching for your phallus.">>He leans back, his eyes never leaving yours, a struggle playing out behind them, the battle between his desire and his anger. You can see the conflict in the way his body tenses, the way his hands flex on your hips, and the way his breath comes in ragged gasps. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Maybe I do. But don't think this changes anything. You're still my prisoner, my plaything, my toy to do with as I please.">>Standing, your body still pressing against his, you look down at him, a challenging, provocative smile on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "We'll see about that. For now, why don't you enjoy the perks of your position? I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere. My body is yours to do with as you please. My quim is yours to claim.">>He stands, his body pressing against yours, his voice a low, dangerous growl, his eyes dark with lust. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Oh, I intend to. But remember, this is my game. And I always get what I want.">>With that, he kisses you again, his hands exploring your body, his touch rough and demanding, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you against him, his phallus pressing insistently against your stomach. You kiss him back, your body responding, your nipples hardening, your quim aching, your mind focused on keeping him distracted, on winning this dangerous game. [[Remember your promise|Mnemonides 29]]

As you grind against him, feeling his phallus throb against your stomach, you acknowledge the risk you're taking. You don't want to lose your virginity, not like this, not to him. But you also know that you can use his desire to your advantage, to distract and manipulate him. You see the internal struggle playing out in his eyes, the battle between his primal urges and his restraint. You decide to push him, to see just how far you can go, confident that he won't go too far due to his internal struggle. You lean in, your voice a sultry whisper in his ear, <<dialogue "Philtra" "You want to feel my quim wrapped around your phallus, don't you? You want to take me, to make me yours. To fuck me until I scream your name.">>You reach down, your hand wrapping around his phallus, stroking him slowly, feeling him pulse in your hand. He groans, his head falling back, his eyes closing as he gives in to the sensation, his hips bucking into your touch.<<dialogue "Philtra" "That's it, give in to it. Give in to me. I know you want to. I can feel it. Your phallus is so hard, so ready for me.">>You guide him, positioning him at your entrance, your quim wet and ready, your hips lifting to meet him. You look into his eyes, a challenging, provocative smile on your lips as you whisper, <<dialogue "Philtra" "Fuck me. Take my virginity. Make me yours.">>He starts to push into you, his phallus stretching you, filling you inch by inch. You can feel every vein, every ridge of his phallus as he enters you, the sensation overwhelming and intense. But just as he is about to break your hymen, he suddenly pulls out, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body trembling with restraint.<<dialogue "Mnemonides" "No, I can't. Your hymen, it's not mine to take. That privilege belongs to another. I'm sorry, Philtra. I wanted to, gods know I wanted to, but I can't.">>You look at him, puzzled and confused, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps, your body aching with unfulfilled desire, your quim throbbing and empty.<<dialogue "Philtra" "What do you mean? Who are you talking about? Who does it belong to?">>He steps back, his phallus still hard and throbbing, his body tense with unspent arousal.<<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Someone who knows you better than you know yourself. Someone who warned me about your powers of persuasion, your ability to ensnare a man with your quim and your breasts, to make him beg for your touch. I can't be the one to break your hymen, as much as I want to. That honor goes to another.">>With that, he turns and walks away, leaving you alone in the cell, your body aching with unfulfilled desire, your mind racing with questions and confusion. Who is this mysterious someone? And why do they want you so badly? You are left puzzled, your escape plan temporarily derailed by this new revelation, your quim still throbbing with need, acknowledging internally that you took a risk and won, but also knowing that you're playing a dangerous game. <<set $aphroditefavor += 2>> [[Continue waiting for your mother|Mnemonides 16]]

The sun is just beginning to peek over the horizon when the sound of footsteps and the rustle of tent fabric wake you from your sleep. You sit up, pushing aside the tent flap to see him standing there, his expression serious but kind. He ducks inside, sitting on the edge of your bedroll, his voice low and calm.<<dialogue "Gryphion" "There's been a slight change of plans. We need to push the prison break back by a couple of days.">>You rub the sleep from your eyes, suddenly wide awake, a knot of worry forming in your stomach. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What happened? Is everything okay?">>He puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder, his touch warm and grounding. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "Everything's fine. Or at least, I believe so. But I need to be sure. There's a chance your mother might not be in the dungeon anymore, so I want to confirm her location before we move forward with the rescue. I'm going to check it out myself, make sure she's there and assess the situation.">>You nod, understanding his reasoning, but you can't help the feeling of unease that settles in your chest. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I get it. Just... be careful, okay? Every moment counts.">>He gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze, offering a small, reassuring smile. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "I will. I promise. I'll be discreet and careful. Won't put anyone at risk. Just need to be certain before we make our move. Trust me, this is for the best.">>You take a deep breath, trying to push down the anxiety that's threatening to overwhelm you. You trust him, and you know that his experience and expertise are crucial to this plan. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Alright, I understand. Just... hurry back.">>He stands, his expression determined and resolute. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "I will. I promise. I'll be back before you know it, and we'll finalize our plan then. Everything will be fine.">>With that, he turns and leaves the tent, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You lie back down, but sleep is elusive as you worry about your mother and the uncertainty of the situation. You can only hope that his plan will ensure her safety and that their rescue mission will be a success. [[Later that day|Gryphion 2]]

You spend the rest of the morning trying to push down the anxiety that's been gnawing at you since your talk with him. To take your mind off things, you seek out Iodaeus, finding him by the campfire, meticulously honing his sword. The rhythmic sound of metal against stone creates an oddly soothing backdrop to your conversation. He looks up as you approach, a warm, welcoming smile on his face.<<dialogue "Iodaeus" "Philtra! Just the person I wanted to see. You look like you've got the weight of the world on your shoulders. What's going on?">>You return his smile, sitting down across from him, the heat of the fire a comforting contrast to the chill in the air. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Just trying to make sense of everything. I was thinking about him and his plans. What do you really think of him?">>Iodaeus leans back, his expression thoughtful as he considers your question. He takes a moment, his gaze drifting to the fire as he collects his thoughts. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "He's a remarkable guy, no doubt about that. Ambitious, focused, and he knows exactly what he wants. Everyone in the camp trusts him implicitly, even though he can be a bit of a loner. There's something about him that commands respect and loyalty. People just naturally want to follow him.">>You raise an eyebrow, finding his assessment both amusing and intriguing. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Destined for great things, huh? That's quite the endorseedt. You make him sound almost... mythical.">>He chuckles, shaking his head with a smile. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "Don't laugh, it's true. He has this... presence. A charisma that's hard to ignore. When he talks, people listen. When he leads, people follow. He's got that certain je ne sais quoi that makes him stand out from the crowd. It's not just about his looks or his skills; it's something deeper, something intangible.">>You nod, remembering the medallion he always wears. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What about that medallion he always has with him? The one he calls a Pseulit? What's the story behind that?">>Iodaeus' expression turns serious, a hint of curiosity and something almost reverential in his eyes. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "Yeah, that's what he calls it. I've seen him talking to it late at night, like he's seeking advice or guidance. It's weird, but who am I to judge? Maybe it's his way of connecting with something bigger than himself, something divine. I don't know, but it's clear that it means a lot to him.">>You laugh softly, shaking your head at the image of him whispering to a piece of metal. <<dialogue "Philtra" "That is weird. But everyone's got their quirks, right? So, what was the original plan for this place? What was the goal here before I showed up?">> [[What were the band of the hawks initial plan|Gryphion 3]]

Iodaeus leans in, his voice lowering to a more private tone, ensuring no one else can overhear their conversation. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "Well, originally, the plan was to get an audience with the new general, Mnemonides. The guy's a war monger, always looking for the next battle, the next conquest. The idea was to offer our services, do some of his dirty work for a good price. You know, the usual mercenary stuff... escort missions, assassinations, that sort of thing. Get on his good side and make a lot of coin in the process. It's a risky business, but it's what we do.">>He pauses, his expression turning thoughtful as he gazes into the fire, lost in thought. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "But with you here, things might be different. He's been talking about going straight to the king, using his charm and influence to become the new general and replace Mnemonides. It's a bit of a long shot, but who knows? With him, anything seems possible. He's got that kind of influence, that kind of magnetism. People believe in him, and that makes all the difference.">>You listen intently, taking in all the information, trying to piece together the puzzle of his ambitions and the potential impact on your own plans. <<dialogue "Philtra" "That is ambitious. But I guess that's what makes him who he is. A man with a plan and the charisma to make it happen.">>Iodaeus nods, a hint of admiration and respect in his eyes. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "Exactly. And whatever happens, I know he'll make it work. That's just who he is. A leader, a visionary. Someone who can take a situation and turn it to his advantage. He's got a way of making people believe in him, in his dreams. And that's a powerful thing. It's not just about him; it's about the future he's building, the legacy he wants to leave behind.">>He looks at you, his expression earnest. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "You know, I've been with him for a while now, and I've seen him do some incredible things. He has this ability to inspire people, to make them want to be better, to want to follow him to the ends of the earth. It's not just about the coin or the glory; it's about something deeper, something more meaningful.">>You spend a little more time with Iodaeus, soaking in his insights and appreciating his company. As the day wears on, you find yourself growing more and more eager for his return, curious to see how his plans will unfold and what the future holds for the group. There's something exciting and dangerous about the path he's forging, and you can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation at the thought of what's to come. You also can't shake the feeling that, whatever happens, your life will never be the same. <<set $intellect += 1>><<set $sexuality += 1>> [[Two days later|Gryphion 4]]

A couple of days later, as you're helping to prepare the evening meal, you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turn around to see him standing there.<<dialogue "Gryphion" "Philtra, I have some news. I saw your mother. She's alive and being held in the dungeon, chained up but otherwise unharmed.">>A wave of relief crashes over you, quickly followed by a surge of determination. You need to save her, and you need to do it now. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank the gods for that. When do we leave?">>He places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, his voice low and calm, <<dialogue "Gryphion" "Tonight. We'll use the cover of darkness to our advantage. There's a lunar eclipse later, which will keep everyone's attention on the sky and provide us with the perfect distraction to slip in and out unnoticed.">>You nod, your mind already racing with the details. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Who's coming with us?">>He pauses, his expression turning serious, <<dialogue "Gryphion" "Just the two of us. A small, stealthy team is our best bet for this. The rest of the camp will stay here and provide cover if needed.">>You consider this for a moment, then ask, <<dialogue "Philtra" "What about taking Iodaeus with us? He's one of your most trusted men. Having him along could provide an extra layer of security if something goes wrong.">>He shakes his head, a determined look in his eyes, <<dialogue "Gryphion" "I have a special task for Iodaeus in Eryx. He won't be available for this mission. But don't worry, I have complete confidence in our ability to handle this together.">>You feel a pang of reluctance, knowing that this might be your only chance to save your mother. But you trust him, and you know that he has your best interests at heart. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Alright, if you're sure. Let's do this."> [[Gryphion continues|Gryphion 5]]

He nods, a small, reassuring smile on his lips, <<dialogue "Gryphion" "We will. And we'll succeed. I promise you that. Now, let's go over the plan one more time and make sure everything is in place. We leave at dusk.">>With that, you both set to work, your minds focused on the task at hand. You go over the plan repeatedly, anticipating potential obstacles and preparing for every contingency. As the sun begins to set, casting an eerie glow over the camp. This is it... the moment you've been waiting for. And you're ready to face whatever comes your way, for your mother and for your freedom. You gather your equipment, checking and rechecking your weapons and gear. You both don dark cloaks to blend into the night, and you make sure your faces are covered to avoid any recognition. As you prepare to leave, you take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what's to come.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm ready. Let's go.">>He nods, a determined look in his eyes, <<dialogue "Gryphion" "Stay close and keep quiet. We stick to the shadows and use the eclipse as our cover. Remember, speed and stealth are key. We get in, get your mother, and get out. No heroics unless absolutely necessary.">>With a final nod, you both slip out of the camp, melting into the darkness like ghosts. The journey to the dungeon is tense, every sound amplified in the silence of the night. But you move with purpose, your hearts pounding with anticipation and determination. [[Later that night|Gryphion 6]]

You both don dark cloaks, pulling the hoods up to conceal your faces. You check your weapons and gear, ensuring everything is secure and ready for action. You take a moment to look at each other, a silent nod passing between you, a promise of support and determination.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Let's do this.">>He nods back, his expression focused and resolute. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "Stay close and keep quiet. We're using the eclipse as cover. Remember, speed and stealth are key. We get in, get your mother, and get out. No heroics unless absolutely necessary. Trust in the plan, and trust in each other.">>With a final check of your surroundings, you slip out of the camp, melting into the darkness like ghosts. The journey to the dungeon is tense, every sound amplified in the silence of the night. You move with purpose, your hearts pounding with anticipation and determination. As you approach the dungeon, you notice something unusual: there are no guards present in the tower. You exchange a glance, a silent question passing between you. Why is the tower unguarded? He simply shakes his head, his expression unconcerned and focused. You press on, your steps echoing ominously in the empty tower. Making your way down to the cellars, you realize that the dungeon is eerily quiet and empty. There are no other prisoners here, no signs of life except for the two of you and the occasional scurrying of rats in the corners. You start to worry, your heart pounding in your chest as you wonder if your mother has been moved or if something else is amiss.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Where is everyone? This place is deserted. Something feels off.">>He doesn't respond, his sole focus on the mission at hand. You can see the determination in his eyes, the unwavering resolve that drives him forward. You try to push down your worries, trusting in his leadership and your shared goal. [[Locate Medaea|Gryphion 7]]

After what feels like an eternity, you finally reach the end of the corridor. In the last cell, you see a figure chained to the wall... your mother, Medaea. To your surprise, she looks neat, clean, and healthy, despite being shackled with the Stygian shackles that render her powers useless. Unlike a prisoner who has been mistreated, she appears well-cared for, which only adds to your confusion and concern.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Mother! I've come to rescue you.">>Medea looks up, her eyes widening in surprise and happiness upon seeing you. But as you approach, her expression slowly turns to one of doubt and confusion. You exchange a glance with him, both of you sensing that something is not quite right.<<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra? Is that really you? I wasn't expecting... this.">>You nod, your voice steady and reassuring. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, Mother, it's me. I'm here to get you out. We don't have much time, so we need to move quickly.">>He steps forward, his lockpicking tools already in hand. With swift and practiced movements, he picks the lock on the cell door. The mechanism clicks open, and you both slip inside the cell, your eyes never leaving Medaea, trying to gauge her reactions and ensure her safety. As you enter the cell, you notice the shackles more closely. They are unlike any you've seen before, intricate and ominous, pulsating with a dark energy that seems to suck the life out of the room. You shudder, feeling a chill run down your spine as you realize the power of these Stygian shackles.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Mother, are you hurt? Have they done anything to you?">>Medea shakes her head, her voice steady despite her confusion. <<dialogue "Medaea" "No, I'm unharmed. Just... confused. I didn't expect you to come for me like this that too during the Veil of Selene’s Embrace. It's been so quiet here, and then suddenly, you're here. It's all a bit overwhelming.">>You turn to him, with no words being spoken a silent question in your eyes - Should we remove the shackles now or wait until they are farther away from the dungeon? He nods, understanding your unspoken question, and begins to work on the shackles with his tools. [[Gryphion fails to release the shackles|Gryphion 8]]

<<if $aphroditefavor is undefined>><<set $aphroditefavor = 0>><</if>> <<if $nectarOfEternalUnion is undefined>><<set $nectarOfEternalUnion = false>><</if>> <<if $threadOfTheGoldenTongue is undefined>><<set $threadOfTheGoldenTongue = false>><</if>> <<if $pactOfTheThornedGuardian is undefined>><<set $pactOfTheThornedGuardian = false>><</if>> <<if $milkOfCelestialRenewal is undefined>><<set $milkOfCelestialRenewal = false>><</if>> <<if $phrygianFrenzy is undefined>><<set $phrygianFrenzy = false>><</if>> <<if $naxianRapture is undefined>><<set $naxianRapture = false>><</if>> <<if $curseOfTheRoseWitheredHeart is undefined>><<set $curseOfTheRoseWitheredHeart = false>><</if>> <<if $turns is undefined>><<set $turns = 0>><</if>> <<if $lastGamePassage is undefined>><<set $lastGamePassage = "Start">><</if>>  <div style="background:linear-gradient(120deg,#f8f9fa,#e5e2f7 80%); border:1px solid #7c5fe6; border-radius:10px; box-shadow:0 2px 8px #cabfff33; padding:1em 0.5em; font-family:'Segoe UI',sans-serif; color:#2d2346;">  <div style="text-align:left; margin-bottom:0; padding-bottom:0; line-height:1;"> ♕ Character Sheet ♕ </div>  <div style=" display: grid; grid-template-columns: min-content min-content; gap: 0.5em; width: fit-content; justify-content: start; margin-top:0; padding-top:0; ">  <div style="padding:0.5em; background:#ede7fa; border-radius:6px; border:1px solid #7c5fe6; min-width:260px;"> ⚓ Boons & Curses <<set _favor = Math.max(-20, Math.min($aphroditefavor, 20))>> <<if $turns >= 1>> <<if _favor == 0>> ❔ Aphrodite's Favor: Indifferent <<elseif _favor >= -15 and _favor < 0>> ⚠ Aphrodite's Favor: Unfavored <<elseif _favor >= -20 and _favor < -15>> ☠ Aphrodite's Favor: Cursed <<elseif _favor > 0 and _favor <= 15>> ✨ Aphrodite's Favor: Blessed <<elseif _favor > 15 and _favor <= 20>> ⭐ Aphrodite's Favor: Gifted <</if>> <<else>> ☠ The Fates have not yet revealed your destiny. <</if>>  <<if $nectarOfEternalUnion or $threadOfTheGoldenTongue or $pactOfTheThornedGuardian or $milkOfCelestialRenewal or $phrygianFrenzy or $naxianRapture >> <div style="margin-top:0.7em;"> Boons Granted: <ul style="margin:0.3em 0 0 1.2em;"> <<if $nectarOfEternalUnion>> <li>The Nectar of Eternal Union</li> <</if>> <<if $threadOfTheGoldenTongue>> <li>The Thread of the Golden Tongue</li> <</if>> <<if $pactOfTheThornedGuardian>> <li>The Pact of the Thorned Guardian</li> <</if>> <<if $milkOfCelestialRenewal>> <li>Milk of Celestial Renewal</li> <</if>> <<if $phrygianFrenzy>> <li>Phrygian Frenzy</li> <</if>> <<if $naxianRapture>> <li>Naxian Rapture</li> <</if>> </ul> </div> <</if>>  <<if $curseOfTheRoseWitheredHeart>> <div style="margin-top:0.7em;"> Curses: <ul style="margin:0.3em 0 0 1.2em;"> <li style="color:#B22222;">Curse of the Rose-Withered Heart</li> </ul> </div> <</if>>  <<if not ($nectarOfEternalUnion or $threadOfTheGoldenTongue or $pactOfTheThornedGuardian or $milkOfCelestialRenewal or $curseOfTheRoseWitheredHeart)>> <div style="margin-top:0.7em; color:#888;"> No boons or curses earned yet. </div> <</if>> </div>  <<set _courage = Math.max(-10, Math.min($courage, 10))>> <<set _sexuality = Math.max(-10, Math.min($sexuality, 10))>> <<set _intellect = Math.max(-10, Math.min($intellect, 10))>> <div style="padding:1em; background:#e7fae7; border-radius:10px; border:1.5px solid #5fe67c; min-width:340px; max-width:600px; margin:auto; box-shadow:0 2px 12px rgba(95,230,124,0.08);"> 👑 Character Archetype <table style="width:100%; border-collapse:separate; border-spacing:0 0.5em; margin-top:0.7em; font-size:1.05em; background:#f4f9f4; border-radius:8px; overflow:hidden;"> <tr style="background:#dafbe7;"> <th style="text-align:left; color:#5fe67c; padding:0.6em 1.2em; width:45%;">Trait</th> <th style="text-align:left; color:#5fe67c; padding:0.6em 1.2em; width:55%;">Status</th> </tr> <tr style="background:#eafcf1;"> <td style="padding:0.6em 1.2em;">💪 Courage</td> <td style="padding:0.6em 1.2em;"> <<print _courage <= -7 ? '😨 Cowardly' : _courage <= -3 ? '😟 Timid' : _courage <= 3 ? '😐 Average' : _courage <= 7 ? '🦁 Brave' : '🏆 Heroic' >> </td> </tr> <tr style="background:#f7fcf9;"> <td style="padding:0.6em 1.2em;">💍 Sexuality</td> <td style="padding:0.6em 1.2em;"> <<print _sexuality <= -7 ? '🧘 Chaste' : _sexuality <= -3 ? '🙂 Reserved' : _sexuality <= 3 ? '😐 Balanced' : _sexuality <= 7 ? '😏 Flirtatious' : '🔥 Promiscuous' >> </td> </tr> <tr style="background:#eafcf1;"> <td style="padding:0.6em 1.2em;">🧠 Intellect</td> <td style="padding:0.6em 1.2em;"> <<print _intellect <= -7 ? '🤪 Foolish' : _intellect <= -3 ? '😅 Dull' : _intellect <= 3 ? '😐 Average' : _intellect <= 7 ? '🧠 Clever' : '💡 Genius' >> </td> </tr> </table> </div>  <<set $combat = Math.max(0, Math.min($combat, 10))>> <<set $seduction = Math.max(0, Math.min($seduction, 10))>> <<set $persuasion = Math.max(0, Math.min($persuasion, 10))>> <<set $elementalpower = Math.max(0, Math.min($elementalpower, 10))>> <div style="padding:1em; background:#ede7fa; border-radius:10px; border:1.5px solid #7c5fe6; min-width:340px; max-width:600px; margin:auto; box-shadow:0 2px 12px rgba(124,95,230,0.08);"> ⚔ Skills <table style="width:100%; border-collapse:separate; border-spacing:0 0.5em; margin-top:0.7em; font-size:1.05em; background:#f7f3fc; border-radius:8px; overflow:hidden;"> <tr style="background:#e3d9fa;"> <th style="text-align:left; color:#7c5fe6; padding:0.6em 1.2em; width:45%;">Skill</th> <th style="text-align:left; color:#7c5fe6; padding:0.6em 1.2em; width:55%;">Status</th> </tr> <tr style="background:#f1ecfa;"> <td style="padding:0.6em 1.2em;">⚖ Combat</td> <td style="padding:0.6em 1.2em;"> <<print $combat == 0 ? '😞 Hopeless' : $combat <= 2 ? '🔴 Bad' : $combat <= 4 ? '🟠 Average' : $combat <= 6 ? '🟦 Good' : $combat <= 8 ? '🟩 Great' : $combat == 9 ? '⭐ Excellent' : '🏆 Legendary' >> </td> </tr> <tr style="background:#f8f6fc;"> <td style="padding:0.6em 1.2em;">❤️ Seduction</td> <td style="padding:0.6em 1.2em;"> <<print $seduction == 0 ? '😞 Hopeless' : $seduction <= 2 ? '🔴 Bad' : $seduction <= 4 ? '🟠 Average' : $seduction <= 6 ? '🟦 Good' : $seduction <= 8 ? '🟩 Great' : $seduction == 9 ? '⭐ Excellent' : '🏆 Legendary' >> </td> </tr> <tr style="background:#f1ecfa;"> <td style="padding:0.6em 1.2em;">🗣 Persuasion</td> <td style="padding:0.6em 1.2em;"> <<print $persuasion == 0 ? '😞 Hopeless' : $persuasion <= 2 ? '🔴 Bad' : $persuasion <= 4 ? '🟠 Average' : $persuasion <= 6 ? '🟦 Good' : $persuasion <= 8 ? '🟩 Great' : $persuasion == 9 ? '⭐ Excellent' : '🏆 Legendary' >> </td> </tr> <tr style="background:#f8f6fc;"> <td style="padding:0.6em 1.2em;">⚡ Elemental Power</td> <td style="padding:0.6em 1.2em;"> <<print $elementalpower == 0 ? '😞 Hopeless' : $elementalpower <= 2 ? '🔴 Bad' : $elementalpower <= 4 ? '🟠 Average' : $elementalpower <= 6 ? '🟦 Good' : $elementalpower <= 8 ? '🟩 Great' : $elementalpower == 9 ? '⭐ Excellent' : '🏆 Legendary' >> </td> </tr> </table> </div>  <div style="padding:1em; background:#ede7fa; border-radius:10px; border:1.5px solid #7c5fe6; min-width:340px; max-width:700px; margin:auto; box-shadow: 0 2px 12px rgba(124,95,230,0.08);"> ♡ Partners <table style="width:100%; border-collapse:separate; border-spacing:0 0.5em; margin-top:0.7em; font-size:1.08em; background:#f7f3fc; border-radius:8px; overflow:hidden;"> <tr style="background:#e3d9fa;"> <th style="text-align:left; color:#7c5fe6; padding:0.7em 2em; font-weight:600; width:30%;">Partner</th> <th style="text-align:left; color:#7c5fe6; padding:0.7em 2em; font-weight:600; width:45%;">Encounter</th> <th style="text-align:left; color:#7c5fe6; padding:0.7em 2em; font-weight:600; width:25%;">Type</th> </tr> <<if visited("Croesus 10")>> <tr style="background:#f1ecfa;"> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">Croesus</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">Orally pleased you</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">👄 Oral</td> </tr> <</if>> <<if visited("Escape Mnemonides")>> <tr style="background:#f8f6fc;"> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">Mnemonides</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">Anally & orally used you</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">🍑 Anal, 👄 Oral</td> </tr> <</if>> <<if visited("Enter Mnemonides's dungeon")>> <tr style="background:#f1ecfa;"> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">Mnemonides</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">Anally used you</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">🍑 Anal</td> </tr> <</if>> <<if visited("Lysara 22")>> <tr style="background:#f8f6fc;"> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">Lysara</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">Seduced you</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">💋 Seduction</td> </tr> <</if>> <<if visited("Let Kaelen Continue")>> <tr style="background:#f1ecfa;"> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">Kaelen</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">You seduced</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">💋 Seduction</td> </tr> <</if>> <<if visited("Afterglow of the climax")>> <tr style="background:#f8f6fc;"> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">Kaelen & Seraphina</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">You seduced both</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">💞 Threesome</td> </tr> <</if>> <<if visited("Thysa Lyssa 7")>> <tr style="background:#f1ecfa;"> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">Lyssa</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">Seduced you</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">💋 Seduction</td> </tr> <</if>> <<if visited("Thysa Lyssa 30")>> <tr style="background:#f8f6fc;"> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">Klytemnaestra</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">Seduced you</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">💋 Seduction</td> </tr> <</if>> <<if visited("Surrender yourself to Erythia")>> <tr style="background:#f1ecfa;"> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">Erythia</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">Seduced you</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">💋 Seduction</td> </tr> <</if>> <<if visited("Erythia 26")>> <tr style="background:#f8f6fc;"> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">Peregrine</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">Anally used you</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">🍑 Anal</td> </tr> <</if>> <<if visited("Erythia 33")>> <tr style="background:#f1ecfa;"> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">Medaea</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">Anally pleased you</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">🍑 Anal</td> </tr> <</if>> <<if visited("The end of Iodaeus's investigation")>> <tr style="background:#f8f6fc;"> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">Iodaeus</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">Orally pleased you</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">👄 Oral</td> </tr> <</if>> <<if visited("Gryphion 18")>> <tr style="background:#f1ecfa;"> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">Ares</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">You lost your virginity to Ares</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">💘 Virginity</td> </tr> <</if>> <<if visited("Trials 26")>> <tr style="background:#f8f6fc;"> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">Eros</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">You lost your virginity to Eros</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">💘 Virginity</td> </tr> <</if>> <<if visited("AP77")>> <tr style="background:#f8f6fc;"> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">Myrrine</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">You took Myrrine's virginity</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">💘 Virginity</td> </tr> <</if>> <<if visited("AR41")>> <tr style="background:#f1ecfa;"> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">Tiberius</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">You had vaginal & oral sex with Tiberius</td> <td style="padding:0.7em 2em;">🍑👄</td> </tr> <</if>> </table> <<if !visited("Croesus 10") and !visited("Escape Mnemonides") and !visited("Enter Mnemonides's dungeon") and !visited("Lysara 22") and !visited("Let Kaelen Continue") and !visited("Afterglow of the climax") and !visited("Thysa Lyssa 7") and !visited("Thysa Lyssa 30") and !visited("Surrender yourself to Erythia") and !visited("Erythia 26") and !visited("Erythia 33") and !visited("The end of Iodaeus's investigation") and !visited("Gryphion 18") and !visited("Trials 26")>> <div style="padding:1em 0; text-align:center;"> No partners yet encountered. </div> <</if>> </div>  <div style="padding:1em; background:#ede7fa; border-radius:10px; border:1.5px solid #7c5fe6; min-width:340px; max-width:600px; margin:auto; box-shadow:0 2px 12px rgba(124,95,230,0.08);"> 👪 Family Status <table style="width:100%; border-collapse:separate; border-spacing:0 0.5em; margin-top:0.7em; font-size:1.05em; background:#f7f3fc; border-radius:8px; overflow:hidden;"> <tr style="background:#e3d9fa;"> <th style="text-align:left; color:#7c5fe6; padding:0.6em 1.2em; width:30%;">Member</th> <th style="text-align:left; color:#7c5fe6; padding:0.6em 1.2em; width:30%;">Status</th> <th style="text-align:left; color:#7c5fe6; padding:0.6em 1.2em; width:40%;">Notes</th> </tr> <tr style="background:#f1ecfa;"> <td style="padding:0.6em 1.2em;">Father</td> <<if visited("Turn to your mother")>> <td style="color:#B22222; padding:0.6em 1.2em;">❌ Deceased</td> <td style="padding:0.6em 1.2em;">Killed by Mnemonides</td> <<else>> <td style="color:#228B22; padding:0.6em 1.2em;">✅ Alive</td> <td style="padding:0.6em 1.2em;"></td> <</if>> </tr> <tr style="background:#f8f6fc;"> <td style="padding:0.6em 1.2em;">Mother</td> <<if visited("Gryphion 19")>> <td style="color:#B22222; padding:0.6em 1.2em;">❌ Deceased</td> <td style="padding:0.6em 1.2em;">Killed by Mnemonides</td> <<else>> <td style="color:#228B22; padding:0.6em 1.2em;">✅ Alive</td> <td style="padding:0.6em 1.2em;"></td> <</if>> </tr>  </table> </div>  <div style="margin: 1.2em 0 1.8em 0; display: flex; align-items: center; gap: 1em;"> <<button "Show Variable Paths (Spoilers!)">> <<goto "Variables">> <</button>> ⚠️ Spoiler Warning: Viewing this will reveal all possible stats and paths! </div>  <div style="text-align:left; margin-top:0.7em;"> <<if $lastGamePassage>> <<link "← Return">> <<goto $lastGamePassage>> <</link>> <<else>> No previous game passage found. <</if>> </div>

[[Character Sheet]] <<if visited("Stop the war") > 0 and visited("AP308") < 1>> [[Stop the war - Quest]] <</if>> <<if visited("AR2") > 0 and visited("AR177") < 1>> [[Earn your Freedom - Quest]] <</if>>

<<set $turns += 1>>

As the sun comes up, you head to the training room, your heart racing with excitement and nerves. Elara is already there, standing tall and confident, her eyes sharp and intense.<<dialogue "Elara" "First things first, Your training will be short and minimal due to the time constraints. You will not be trained alongside other initiates and will be taught by me due to the same reason. Alright, let's kick things off. Today, we're starting with the basics of presentation. How you carry yourself, how you dress... it's all part of your allure. It's not just about looking good; it's about making an impact, about drawing people in.">>You nod, eager to learn, <<dialogue "Philtra" "Got it. So, what's the plan?">>She starts to walk around you, taking in your appearance, <<dialogue "Elara" "Let's talk about your outfit. You want something that's not too see-through, not too revealing, but also not too modest. You get me? It's about finding that sweet spot where you're showing enough skin to entice, to make them wonder what's underneath, but not so much that it's obvious.">>You raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing on your lips, <<dialogue "Philtra" "So, it's all about the tease, huh?">>She grins, a glint of amusement in her eyes, <<dialogue "Elara" "Exactly. It's about creating intrigue, about making them want to unwrap you, to reveal your secrets. Come with me, I'll show you what I mean.">>She leads you to a nearby room filled with a variety of dresses, each with its own unique design and purpose. She starts pulling out a few, explaining the details and the effects they create.<<dialogue "Elara" "This one here has a low neckline that draws the eye in, but it's not too much. The slit up the side adds a touch of mystery, suggests there's more to see.">><<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> [[The first lesson|Elara 2]]

<<if visited("Choose the special cloth") > 0>> She begins to circle you, her eyes appraising your current attire, <<dialogue "Elara" "Let's start with what you're wearing now. This fabric, for instance, it's special, isn't it? It has a way of making the wearer feel... intense desires. You have to constantly control yourself, don't you?">>You nod, understanding what she means, <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, it's a challenge to keep my desires in check.">>She smiles, a glint of approval in her eyes, <<dialogue "Elara" "Good. That's the kind of power we want your clothing to have... enticing, provocative, but not overwhelming. You want to draw them in, make them curious, but still leave them wanting more. Come with me.">> <<else>> Picking up another dress, this one with intricate lace detailing, she continues, <<dialogue "Elara" "This dress uses lace to create a sense of allure. It's revealing without being too obvious, and the way it drapes creates an elegant, enticing silhouette.">>You take in the dresses, your mind racing with the possibilities, <<dialogue "Philtra" "I get it. It's about being provocative without being vulgar. About creating a balance.">>She nods, clearly pleased with your understanding, <<dialogue "Elara" "You've got it. Now, let's find something that really makes you shine. Something that enhances your best features and leaves them wanting more.">>She starts to sift through the dresses, pulling out a few that she thinks might work, her eyes critical and discerning. You can't help but feel a thrill of excitement as you imagine yourself in these dresses, turning heads and commanding desire.<<dialogue "Elara" "Remember, the goal is to make them want to unwrap you, to reveal the secrets hidden beneath your clothes. It's a game of tease and reveal, and you want to keep them hooked, always wanting more.">>With that, she hands you a few dresses to try on, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, <<dialogue "Elara" "Go on, give these a try. Let's see which one brings out the seductress in you.">>You take the dresses with excitement fluttering in your stomach as you head to the changing room, ready to embrace this new side of your training. <</if>> [[The next lesson|Elara 3]]

After several days of intensive training, you've gotten the hang of presenting yourself and using your attire to entice and allure. Today, your instructor is ready to move on to the next lesson: mastering the art of seductively walking and talking.<<dialogue "Elara" "Alright, let's move on. Today, we're focusing on how you move and speak. Your walk and your voice are powerful tools in your arsenal. They can command attention, make people stop and take notice. Let's start with your walk.">>She leads you to an open space on the training grounds. <<dialogue "Elara" "Imagine you're in a crowded room, and every eye is on you. You want to own that space, make them aware of your presence without being obvious about it. Walk towards me, and let's see what you've got.">>You take a deep breath and start walking, trying to channel the confidence and allure you've been practicing. She stops you after a few steps, her expression thoughtful.<<dialogue "Elara" "Not bad, but let's add a bit more intent. You want to roll your hips slightly, not too much, just enough to suggest movement and grace. Think of it as a slow, sensual wave that starts from your core and moves down to your legs. Here, let me show you.">>She demonstrates, her body moving with a fluid, hypnotic grace. Her hips roll subtly, her steps deliberate and measured, each one placing her foot firmly on the ground, creating a sense of power and control. <<dialogue "Elara" "See how I'm engaging my core and keeping my back straight? It's all about posture and intent. Now, you try it again, focusing on that slow, sensual roll.">>You nod, taking in her instructions, and try again. This time, you focus on engaging your core, rolling your hips with a subtle, deliberate movement, and keeping your back straight. She watches you, her eyes critical but encouraging.<<dialogue "Elara" "Better, much better. Now, let's add an arm movement. You want to keep your arms relaxed and natural, but with a touch of elegance. Imagine you're holding an invisible tray, presenting it to someone. Your arms should be an extension of that grace, fluid and controlled. Watch me again.">>She shows you the arm movement, her hands moving with a graceful, flowing motion, as if she is holding an invisible tray, presenting it with elegance and poise. <<dialogue "Elara" "Notice how my elbows are slightly bent, and my hands are relaxed but controlled? You want to mimic that, creating a sense of elegance and grace. Now, combine the hip roll with the arm movement, and walk towards me again.">> [[Learn to walk|Elara 4]]

You take a deep breath and try to incorporate both movements, focusing on the subtle roll of your hips and the graceful motion of your arms. She watches you, her expression approving.<<dialogue "Elara" "Excellent. You're getting the hang of it. Now, let's add a twist... a slight turn of your body as you walk, as if you're teasing them, giving them a glimpse of what's to come. It's a subtle movement, but it adds a layer of intrigue and allure. Watch me.">>She demonstrates the twist, her body turning slightly as she walks, creating a dynamic and engaging movement that draws the eye and suggests a sense of mystery and allure. <<dialogue "Elara" "See how I'm using my whole body to create a sense of movement and grace? You want to do the same, engaging your core, rolling your hips, moving your arms, and adding that subtle twist. Now, put it all together and walk towards me.">>You nod, taking in all the instructions, and try to incorporate every movement... the hip roll, the arm motion, and the body twist... into a single, fluid motion. She watches you, her eyes shining with approval.<<dialogue "Elara" "Perfect. You've got the walk down. Now, let's move on to your talk. How you speak is just as important as how you move. You want to use your voice to seduce, to draw them in and make them want to listen to every word. Let's start with some simple phrases, and I want you to say them with intent, with feeling. Ready?">> [[Learn to talk|Elara 5]]

You nod, eager to learn, <<dialogue "Philtra" "Ready. What do you want me to say?">>She thinks for a moment, then gives you a phrase, <<dialogue "Elara" "Say, 'I've been thinking about you.' But don't just say it... feel it. Imagine you're whispering it into someone's ear, making them shiver with anticipation.">>You take a deep breath and say the phrase, trying to infuse it with the seductive intent she's described. She listens, her expression thoughtful.<<dialogue "Elara" "Good start, but let's add a bit more emotion. You want to make them feel your desire, your longing. Try it again, but this time, really mean it. Imagine you're saying it to someone who makes your heart race, someone you can't get out of your mind.">>You nod and try again, pouring more feeling into your voice, letting the desire and longing seep into your words. Her eyes widen slightly, and she smiles, clearly pleased with your progress.<<dialogue "Elara" "Much better. Now, let's try another one. Say, 'I want you to touch me.' But this time, imagine you're begging for it, pleading with them to give you what you crave. Make them feel your need, your desperation.">>You take a deep breath and say the phrase, letting the emotion build in your voice, making it clear that you're begging, pleading for their touch. She responds viscerally, shivering slightly, her eyes darkening with desire. [[Finish the lesson|Elara 6]]

<<dialogue "Elara" "Perfect. You've got it. Now, let's combine your walk and your talk. I want you to walk towards me, using all the movements we've practiced, and as you approach, I want you to say, 'I've been dreaming of this moment, of having you all to myself.' Make me feel your desire, your anticipation. Make me want to reach out and touch you.">>You nod, taking a deep breath to center yourself, and begin to walk towards her, rolling your hips, moving your arms with grace, and twisting your body slightly. As you approach, you let your voice drop to a low, seductive whisper, <<dialogue "Philtra" "I've been dreaming of this moment, of having you all to myself.">>Her eyes widen, and she takes an involuntary step back, her breath hitching slightly as she responds to your allure. <<dialogue "Elara" "Excellent. You've truly captured the essence of seduction. Remember, it's all about intent, about making them feel your desire and making them want you. You've got a natural talent for this. With practice, you'll be unstoppable.">>She claps her hands together, a proud smile on her face, <<dialogue "Elara" "That's enough for today. You've made remarkable progress, and I'm impressed with your dedication and talent. Tomorrow, we'll build on what you've learned and add some more advanced techniques. For now, rest and let all of this sink in. You're well on your way to becoming a true seductress.">>With that, you both part ways, your mind racing with all that you've learned, your body aching with the effort of your training, but your spirit soaring with the knowledge that you're well on your way to mastering the art of seduction. <<set $seduction += 2>> [[The next lesson|Elara 7]]

A few days later, Elara decides it's time to teach you something new and incredibly powerful: how to dance seductively. She emphasizes that a captivating dance can ensnare anyone, from the lowest mortal to the highest god, regardless of their gender.<<dialogue "Elara" "Today, we're exploring the art of seductive dance. A skilled dancer can enthrall anyone, including the gods. It's a universal language that stirs desires and evokes emotions. Ready to learn?">>You nod, with eagerness in your voice, <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm ready. What do I do?">>She leads you to a spacious area with a smooth floor, ideal for dancing. <<dialogue "Elara" "Let's start with the basics of movement. Dance is about expressing yourself through your body, so you need to be comfortable and confident in your motions. We'll begin with some simple steps and build from there.">>She demonstrates a series of basic steps, her body moving with fluid grace, <<dialogue "Elara" "Watch my feet. I'm stepping slowly and deliberately, keeping my movements controlled but sensual. You want to create a sense of anticipation, of building desire. Now, give it a try and mimic my steps.">>You nod and attempt to copy her, focusing on keeping your steps slow and deliberate. She watches you, her expression encouraging.<<dialogue "Elara" "Not bad. You have a natural rhythm. Now, let's add some arm movements. Your arms should flow and be graceful, like an extension of your body. Imagine you're painting a picture with your movements, creating a story that draws people in. Here, watch me again.">>She shows you how to move your arms in smooth, sinuous waves, complementing your footwork. <<dialogue "Elara" "See how my arms are relaxed but controlled? You want to create a sense of elegance and allure. Now, combine the footwork with the arm movements, and let's see how you do.">> [[Learn to dance|Elara 8]]

You take a deep breath and try to incorporate both elements, focusing on keeping your movements fluid and graceful. She watches you, her eyes critical but approving.<<dialogue "Elara" "Great job. You're picking this up quickly. Now, let's add some turns and spins. These will create a sense of dynamism and excitement, keeping your audience engaged and eager for more. Pay attention.">>She demonstrates a series of turns and spins, her body moving with breathtaking grace and precision. <<dialogue "Elara" "Notice how I'm using my core to control my movements, keeping my balance and stability. You want to do the same, engaging your core and letting it guide your turns. Give it a shot.">>You nod and attempt to mimic her turns and spins, focusing on engaging your core and maintaining your balance. She watches you, her expression proud.<<dialogue "Elara" "Fantastic. You're a natural. Now, let's put it all together... a series of steps, arm movements, turns, and spins, all flowing seamlessly into one another. Create a dance that tells a story, that draws your audience in and makes them feel your passion and desire. I'll start, and you follow my lead.">>Before you begin, you admit, <<dialogue "Philtra" "You know, I did learn a little bit about dancing from my mother when I was young. She taught me the basics, but this is something else entirely.">><<set $persuasion += 2>> [[Finish the lesson|Elara 9]]

Elara smiles, <<dialogue "Elara" "That's a great foundation. Now, let's see what you can do with what I'm teaching you. Remember, the key to seductive dance is confidence and passion. Own your movements, and let your desire shine through.">>She begins to dance, her body moving with hypnotic grace, each movement flowing seamlessly into the next. You watch her, mesmerized, before joining in, matching her steps and movements. Together, you create a dance that is both seductive and captivating, a visual feast for the eyes. As you dance, she leans in, her voice a low, seductive whisper, <<dialogue "Elara" "Remember, the key to seductive dance is to be confident, to own your movements, and to let your passion shine through. Make them feel your desire, your longing, and they will be yours to command, whether they are mortal or god.">>You nod, pouring more feeling into your dance, letting your body express your deepest desires and emotions. She watches you, her eyes shining with approval and something more... pride and a touch of hunger.<<dialogue "Elara" "You've got it. Keep practicing, and you'll be able to ensnare anyone with your dance. Now, let's take a break, and then we'll work on some more advanced techniques. You're doing incredibly well. I'm proud of you.">>With that, you both take a break, your heart pounding with exhilaration and effort, but your spirit soaring with the knowledge that you're mastering the art of seduction, one step at a time. <<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> [[The second lesson|Elara 10]]

In the days that follow, your instructor decides it's time to tackle another essential skill: the art of persuasion. She believes that a keen mind and a silver tongue can be just as effective as any physical charm.<<dialogue "Elara" "Alright, today we're diving into persuasion. Being able to convince someone to see your point of view or act in your favor is a powerful skill. It's about using your intelligence, your words, and your understanding of people to get what you want. Even if what you're asking for isn't ideal for them. You ready for this?">>You nod, eager to learn, <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, I'm ready. What's the first step?">>She smiles, a glint of amusement in her eyes, <<dialogue "Elara" "First, you need to understand your audience. Know their desires, their fears, and their motivations. Only then can you craft arguments that will resonate with them. Let me give you an example. Say you need to convince a wealthy merchant to support your cause, but it won't directly benefit them. You might appeal to their sense of philanthropy, their desire for status, or even their fear of missing out on an opportunity. Here's how that might sound:">>She adopts a serious, persuasive tone, <<dialogue "Elara" " 'Respected merchant, I'm here because I see the potential in your generosity. Your wealth has earned you status and respect, but imagine the legacy you could create. By supporting my cause, you're investing in the future and in the lives of those who will remember your kindness. Who will sing your praises and ensure your name is linked to benevolence. Plus, think about the opportunities that might come from this investment. New ventures, new connections... who knows? But remember, the window for this opportunity is small, and those who hesitate often find themselves left behind.' ">> [[The lesson continues|Elara 11]]

You listen carefully, taking in the strategy behind her words, <<dialogue "Philtra" "That's smart. You're playing to their ego, their fear of missing out, and their desire for a lasting impact.">> She nods, pleased with your insight, <<dialogue "Elara" "Exactly. Now, let's say you're up against someone who believes in a cause you know is flawed, but you need to win them over. You might use a mix of emotional appeal, logical reasoning, and a bit of flattery. Like this:">>Taking on a passionate, convincing tone, she continues, <<dialogue "Elara" " 'I admire your passion and your commitment to your cause. It's clear you believe in what you're fighting for, and that's honorable. But have you considered the broader implications of your stance? Sometimes, the path that seems right can lead to unexpected consequences. I'm asking you to look at the facts, to see the data that supports my argument. I'm not saying you should abandon your principles, but to expand your perspective, to see the bigger picture. Together, we can create a future that benefits everyone, not just a few. Join me in this vision, and let's make a real difference.' ">>You clap your hands together, impressed, <<dialogue "Philtra" "That was impressive. You made them feel valued, flattered their intelligence, and presented a compelling vision of the future.">>She smiles, <<dialogue "Elara" "That's the idea. To be a great persuader, you need to be well-read and knowledgeable about the world. Know your history, your politics, your philosophy. The more you know, the better you can argue and convince others. You also need to be adaptable, able to think on your feet and tailor your arguments to your audience. It's not just about what you say, but how you say it... your tone, your body language, your eye contact. All of these factors play a role in persuading others.">> [[Finish the lesson|Elara 12]]

Leaning in, her voice low and intense, she adds, <<dialogue "Elara" "And sometimes, you have to argue for things you know are wrong. In those cases, focus on the techniques I've shown you. Appeal to their emotions, their desires, their fears. Use logical fallacies if you have to, but always present your arguments with confidence and conviction. People are more likely to be persuaded by someone who believes in what they're saying, even if the arguments are flawed.">>You nod, absorbing her advice, <<dialogue "Philtra" "So, I should study widely, understand my audience, and use the emotional appeal and logical reasoning to persuade them. Even if I know I'm wrong, I should argue my case with confidence.">>She grins, <<dialogue "Elara" "You've got it. With practice, you'll be able to persuade anyone to see things your way, to act in your favor. It's a powerful skill, and one that will serve you well. Now, let's practice. I'll be your sparring partner, and we'll debate a variety of topics. Your goal is to win me over to your side, no matter what the topic is. Ready?">>With that, you both dive into a series of debates, each one sharpening your skills and teaching you the art of persuasion in a practical, engaging way. <<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> [[The third and final lesson|Elara 13]]

A few days later, your instructor decides it's time to cover the final, crucial aspect of your training: combat and the use of force. She explains that while Aphrodite is a goddess of love and beauty, she also understands the necessity of violence and self-defense.<<dialogue "Elara" "Alright, today we're diving into combat and the use of force. Aphrodite, being a goddess of love, also gets that sometimes violence is necessary. You need to learn to defend yourself, but remember, violence should be a last resort. Only use it when your seduction and persuasion have failed and your safety is threatened. Let's start with the basics of martial arts and weaponry.">>She leads you to a spacious area equipped with various training tools and weapons. <<dialogue "Elara" "Martial arts are about discipline, focus, and control. You'll learn strikes, kicks, grappling, and throws. The goal is to make you a strong opponent, capable of defending yourself. But true power comes from staying calm and focused, even in battle.">>You nod, eager to begin, <<dialogue "Philtra" "What's first?">>She smiles, excited, <<dialogue "Elara" "Let's start with basic strikes and kicks. You need to learn how to generate power from your core and transfer it through your limbs. Efficiency and leverage are key. Watch, then mimic my movements.">>Demonstrating a series of punches and kicks, her body moves with fluid precision, <<dialogue "Elara" "Notice how I'm using my hips and core to generate power? That's crucial. You want to be explosive but controlled. Give it a try.">>You nod, focusing on engaging your core and generating power from your hips as you attempt to copy her movements. She watches, offering encouragement and corrections.<<dialogue "Elara" "Not bad. Now, let's add footwork. Being able to move quickly and efficiently is crucial. You need to be able to close the distance or create space. Watch me.">>She demonstrates footwork drills, moving with grace and speed, <<dialogue "Elara" "See how I'm using small, quick steps to maintain balance and control? That's how you should move. Now, combine the strikes, kicks, and footwork, and let's see how it goes.">> [[Continue the lesson|Elara 14]]

You take a deep breath, focusing on maintaining balance and control while moving. She watches, her expression approving.<<dialogue "Elara" "Excellent. You're picking this up quickly. Now, let's move on to grappling. Controlling your opponent's body is powerful. It can help you take them down, control their movements, or use their strength against them. Here are some basic holds and escapes.">>Demonstrating grappling techniques, her movements are smooth and efficient, <<dialogue "Elara" "The key to grappling is leverage and control. Use your opponent's momentum against them, and always maintain a strong, stable base. Your turn.">>You nod, focusing on using leverage and maintaining control as you mimic her movements. She watches, proud of your progress.<<dialogue "Elara" "Fantastic. You're a natural. Now, weapons. Being proficient with various weapons gives you an edge. Today, we'll start with swords, daggers, and staffs. Each has its strengths and weaknesses, and you'll learn to use them effectively. Here, take this sword and let's begin.">>Handing you a practice sword, she continues, <<dialogue "Elara" "The sword is versatile, good for both offense and defense. You'll learn stances, strikes, and blocks. Stay balanced and in control, using your footwork to create openings and defend. Let's go through some basic drills.">> [[The training continues|Elara 15]]

Spending the next hour practicing sword techniques, your body quickly adapts to the rhythm and flow of the movements. She offers corrections and encouragement, her eyes sharp and critical.<<dialogue "Elara" "Very good. You're getting it. Now, let's try something more challenging. Incorporate your martial arts skills with your weapon use. For example, use a kick to create distance or a grapple to disarm your opponent. Watch me.">>Demonstrating combined moves, her body flows seamlessly from one technique to the next, <<dialogue "Elara" "See how I'm using kicks and grapples to set up sword strikes? Keep your opponent off-balance and unpredictable. Your turn.">>You nod, taking a deep breath as you prepare to combine your skills, <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'll do my best.">>As you practice, she adds, <<dialogue "Elara" "The goal is to be unpredictable and adaptable. Switch between different weapons and fighting styles as needed. And always, stay calm and focused. Panic is your enemy in combat.">>After practicing, she continues, <<dialogue "Elara" "Now, poisons and alchemical tricks. These can be powerful tools but use them wisely. Poisons can incapacitate or kill enemies, and alchemical concoctions can provide various benefits, from healing to enhanced strength. But they can be dangerous if mishandled. Here are some basic poisons and their effects.">> [[Learn Alchemy|Elara 16]]

Leading you to a table with various vials and bottles, each containing different substances, she explains, <<dialogue "Elara" "This one is a fast-acting paralytic, immobilizing your opponent within seconds. This other one is a deadly neurotoxin, causing respiratory failure within minutes. And this, a potent hallucinogen, can disorient and confuse enemies, making them easy to overpower. But remember, discretion and surprise are key when using poisons.">>You listen intently, taking in the information, <<dialogue "Philtra" "What about alchemical potions? How can they help?">>She smiles mischievously, <<dialogue "Elara" "Alchemy offers a wide range of tools. You can create potions to enhance strength, speed, or agility. Healing salves and elixirs aid in recovery from injuries. And there are creative applications, like smoke bombs for diversions or adhesive substances to entrap enemies. The possibilities are endless.">>Handing you a small vial with shimmering liquid, she says, <<dialogue "Elara" "Here, try this strength-enhancing potion. Drink it, and you'll feel a surge of power. But be warned, the effects are temporary, and overuse can lead to side effects.">> [[Finish the final lesson|Elara 17]]

You take the vial, examining the liquid before downing it in one swift gulp. Almost immediately, you feel a rush of energy, your muscles tingling with newfound strength, <<dialogue "Philtra" "Wow, that's incredible. I feel invincible.">>She laughs, <<dialogue "Elara" "That's the idea. But remember, moderation is key. Now, practice incorporating these tools into your combat repertoire. Use poisons and alchemy to gain the upper hand in a fight.">>As you spend the rest of the day practicing and refining your skills, she stresses the importance of balance, <<dialogue "Elara" "Aphrodite hates unnecessary violence, so only fight when your safety is threatened and as a last resort. But don't be so averse to violence that you let yourself be harmed. It's all about finding that balance, knowing when to fight and when to hold back. Being at either extreme will lead you astray from Aphrodite's path.">>Placing a hand on your shoulder, her expression serious, she says, <<dialogue "Elara" "You are a devotee of Aphrodite, so embody her teachings. Love, beauty, and harmony are your guiding principles, but be willing to defend them with force if necessary. Never forget that. Tomorrow, we'll continue honing your skills and preparing for whatever challenges lie ahead.">>With that, you both retire, your mind racing with new knowledge and skills. You feel empowered, knowing you can defend yourself, but also understand the responsibility that comes with this power. As you drift off to sleep, you dream of future battles and your role in shaping the world according to Aphrodite's divine will.<<set $combat += 3>><<set $seduction += 1>><<set $persuasion += 1>><<set $intellect += 2>><<set $courage += 2>> [[The end of training|Elara 18]]

A few days later, the three of you gather to discuss the completion of your training. Medeae's expression is serious, and she has important news to share.<<dialogue "Medaea" "Listen closely, Philtra. The Veil of Selene’s Embrace is coming soon, and it's vital that you finish your trials before it happens. This event doesn't occur often... only once every few centuries... and it has significant repercussions.">>Elara nods in agreement, turning to you to provide more details, <<dialogue "Elara" "This type of lunar eclipse is a rare and powerful event. It occurs when the Earth positions itself directly between the sun and the moon, casting a shadow that turns the moon a deep, blood red. This specific alignment creates a sort of portal, allowing the gods to descend from their divine realms and interact with our world physically. Something that's not possible at any other time. This day is filled with both incredible opportunities and serious dangers. It's a time when the barrier between our worlds is at its thinnest, making anything possible.">>You absorb this information, the significance of the event sinking in, <<dialogue "Philtra" "So, I need to be fully prepared to handle whatever comes my way during this time. My trials will get me ready for that?">>Medeae responds, her voice firm but comforting, <<dialogue "Medaea" "Exactly. Your trials will put your skills, your intelligence, and your courage to the test. They'll push you to your limits and force you to make critical decisions that will shape your future. Completing them before the eclipse ensures you're fully prepared to face any challenges that arise during this unique period.">> [[Medaea explains further|Elara 19]]

Elara chimes in, her eyes reflecting the excitement. <<dialogue "Elara" "Think of the eclipse as a double-edged sword. It offers an unprecedented chance for divine interaction, but it also brings unpredictable dangers. You need to be at your best... physically, mentally, and spiritually... to navigate this day successfully. Your trials will temper you into the devotee Aphrodite envisions.">>You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of your responsibilities <<dialogue "Philtra" "I get it. I need to be ready for anything. The eclipse is a big deal, and I can't afford to be caught off guard.">>Medeae smiles encouragingly, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder, <<dialogue "Medaea" "That's the right attitude. We have every confidence in you. You have what it takes to achieve great things, and we're here to back you up every step of the way. Now, let's focus on your final preparations and make sure you're ready to tackle your trials with confidence and bravery.">>With a renewed sense of purpose, you all dive into the preparations, knowing that the lunar eclipse is approaching quickly and that your trials will be the ultimate test of your new skills and knowledge. [[Start the trial|Elara 20]]

You nod, your mind racing with excitement. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do we need to do to prepare?">>Her expression softens, and she places a comforting hand on your shoulder. <<dialogue "Medaea" "First, we must gather the necessary ingredients for the ritual. I have made a list of what we will need, and it is extensive. Herbs, crystals, and rare alchemical components must be procured, each with its own specific purpose in the ceremony. I will also need to prepare the alchemical potion that will induce the ethereal state. This potion is crucial, as it will allow your psyche to leave your body safely and return when the trials are complete.">>She hands you a scroll, its surface covered in her neat, precise handwriting. <<dialogue "Medaea" "This is the list of items we need. Some are common and can be found in our own house, but others are rare and will require a journey to the market or, in some cases, a quest to find them in the wilds. We must not delay, for the lunar eclipse draws near, and with it, the window for your trials will close. There is one more thing, you must be naked for this ritual and have nothing on your body to ensure a safe journey to and fro from the ethereal plane.">>You unroll the scroll, your eyes scanning the list of ingredients, each one more exotic and mysterious than the last. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand. I will do whatever it takes. I am ready to face this challenge.">>She smiles, a mixture of pride and determination in her eyes. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I know you are. This is your destiny, and I will be by your side every step of the way. Together, we will ensure that you are prepared to undertake the Trials of Aphrodite and emerge victorious.">> [[Medaea further explains|Erythia 37]]

The next few days are a flurry of activity. You and Medaea work tirelessly, gathering the ingredients, preparing the ritual site, and ensuring that every detail is perfect. Peregrine, though initially hesitant to leave his duties, is convinced of the importance of your journey and agrees to accompany you, his presence a source of strength and comfort. The day of the ritual arrives, and the three of you set out before dawn, the forest looming before you like a dark, mysterious beast. The journey is quiet, the only sounds the crunch of leaves underfoot and the distant calls of wildlife. As you venture deeper into the woods, the air grows cooler, the canopy above blocking out the sunlight, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you arrive at the secluded spot... a small clearing surrounded by ancient trees, their gnarled roots stretching out like welcoming arms. The atmosphere is charged with an otherworldly energy, a sense of antiquity and power that sends shivers down your spine. Medea begins to set up the ritual, her movements precise and deliberate. She arranges crystals in a complex pattern around the clearing, each one glowing with an inner light as she places it. She mixes herbs and powders, their scents filling the air with a heady, intoxicating fragrance. Peregrine stands guard, his sword at the ready, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a vigilant intensity. As the sun reaches its zenith, Medaea turns to you, her expression solemn. <<dialogue "Medaea" "It is time. But first, you must disrobe. The ritual requires you to be naked, with no impediments on your body to ensure a safe journey.">>You nod, understanding the gravity of the situation. You begin to undress, handing your clothes to your father, who takes them with a solemn nod. You stand naked before them, your body exposed to the cool air, a sense of vulnerability and determination washing over you. [[Medaea further explains|Erythia 38]]

Medea hands you a small vial, its contents shimmering with an ethereal glow. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Drink this potion, and your journey will begin.">>You take it, your hands trembling slightly as you uncork the stopper and raise it to your lips. The liquid is sweet and cool, unlike anything you've ever tasted, and as it touches your tongue, you feel a warmth spread through your body, a sense of peace and readiness washing over you. You lie down on the ground, your body relaxing as the potion takes effect. Medaea places her hands on your forehead, her touch cool and comforting, and begins to chant in a language you don't understand, the words flowing like a river, their meaning elusive but their power undeniable. Your vision blurs, the world around you fading to a soft, dreamlike haze. You feel a gentle tug, as if an invisible force is pulling you upward, and then, suddenly, you are floating above your body, looking down at the scene below with a sense of detachment and wonder. Medea's voice fades into the distance, her chanting taking on a melodic, ethereal quality, and you find yourself surrounded by a swirling vortex of colors and lights, the ethereal plane opening up before you like a doorway to another world. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the journey ahead, and step through the portal, your destiny awaiting you on the other side. [[The trial begins|Trials 1]]

As you take your first steps into the ethereal plane, a sense of weightlessness and disorientation washes over you. The world around you is vibrant and otherworldly, filled with an energy that makes your skin tingle. The landscape is breathtaking... colors and textures unlike anything experienced before. You're standing on an ethereal pathway, its surface glowing softly even though it feels solid. The swirling mists and clouds below are visible beside the pathway. You realize you're floating above the clouds, the pathway supporting you like a bridge in the sky. Taking a tentative step forward. The pathway is wide, but its edges fade into the mist, blending with the clouds. You wonder what would happen if you slipped and fell. Would you plummet through the clouds or simply reappear elsewhere, unharmed? You quicken your pace, staying close to the center of the pathway. As you walk, you notice multiple branches leading to different gateways. These gateways are magnificent, each unique with intricate carvings that shift and change. Some are crystal arches, others ornate doors set in walls of living vines and flowers. Each pulses with a different color, casting an otherworldly glow. [[Explore the gateway|Trials 2]]

Mothe/Father - [[One fine day]] Speak with your mother - [[Speak with your mother]] Recruit Kaelen - [[Recruit Kaelen]] Recruit Seraphina - [[Recruit Seraphina]] Croesus storyline - [[Croesus storyline|Croesus 1]] Thysa Lyssa storyline - [[Thysa Lyssa 1]] Lysara storyline - [[Lysara storyline|Lysara 1]] Arrive at Eryx - [[Your family arrives in Eryx]] Start the training at the academy - [[Start the training at the academy|Elara 1]] Erythia's choice [[You ask her to save your father]] Jump throught the portal youself - [[Jump throught the portal to escape out of the polis and leave your mother behind]] Push Medaea through the portal - [[Push your mother through the portal and surrender to Mnemonides]] Embrace your power in the dungeon - [[Embrace your anger]] Surrender yourself in the dungeon - [[Silent resistance]] Surrender to Korkas - [[Offer them your body as a way to save yourself]] Lie to Gryphion - [[Use your only other option of attacking them with magic]] Trials via Erythia - [[Trials Start|Trials 1]] Post Trials - [[Back in the polis post trials|AP1]] Post Betrayal in the dungeon - [[Post Betrayal in the dungeon|Gryphion 9]]

You pause at the first gateway, your hand hovering over the cool, smooth surface. It hums with energy, beckoning you to enter, but something holds you back... a sense of uncertainty. You move on, exploring other gateways, each more enchanting. There are walkways in every direction, some straight, others winding like serpents through the mist. You see other travelers in the distance, their forms barely visible. Overwhelmed by the choices, you close your eyes and take a deep breath, centering yourself. You think of Aphrodite, her divine presence a beacon of guidance. You pray silently, asking for her to show the right way. Opening your eyes, you feel a gentle nudge, a shift in the energy around you. You turn, following an unseen force, and notice a gateway you hadn't seen before. It's simpler, an archway made of intertwined branches adorned with delicate flowers that bloom and wither. The gateway pulses with a soft, warm light, inviting and comforting. Approaching the archway, you feel a surge of energy, a confirmation that this is the path meant for you. With a deep breath, you step through, ready to face whatever lies ahead, trusting in guidance and your own strength. The moment you pass through the archway, the world shifts, the mist clearing to reveal a new landscape... a reflection of deepest fears and desires. You steel yourself, ready to confront the trials, your spirit unbroken and resolve unwavering. [[Prepare yourself|Trials 3]]

A figure suddenly appears before you, causing you to jump back, startled. A naked man stands there, his presence both commanding and ethereal. You recognize him as Eros, one of Aphrodite's sons, and your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him. His face is heart-shaped, with high cheekbones that have a soft, rosy glow, giving him an aura of youthful passion. Deep violet eyes, shimmering like twilight, hold a mischievous spark that seems to pierce right through you. Thick, dark lashes frame those eyes, fluttering softly, and his full, bow-shaped lips curve into a coy smile that hints at secrets and promises. That smile is inviting yet untouchable, adding to his allure. Golden curls cascade down to his shoulders, streaked with rose and amber highlights that catch the light. His hair glows faintly, moving as if an unseen breeze stirs it, and he often weaves jasmine or rose petals into his locks, tied loosely with a silk ribbon. This small detail emphasizes his connection to Aphrodite’s temple and adds to his otherworldly charm. Eros' body is lithe with a slender yet toned build. His skin is smooth and unblemished, glowing like polished ivory. Every movement he makes is fluid and graceful, reminiscent of a dancer’s poise. Whether he’s adjusting a bow or brushing his wings, each gesture is charged with a suggestive intent that’s hard to ignore. His wings are a signature feature... small, delicate, and feathered, sprouting from his shoulder blades. They shimmer with iridescent hues of pearl, rose, and gold, catching the light like stained glass. When he’s aroused or playful, the wings flutter subtly, releasing a faint scent of roses. At rest, they fold neatly against his back, the tips grazing his hips. <<if visited("Elara 19") > 0>> [[What lies ahead?|Elara 22]] <<else>> [[What lies ahead?|Trials 4]] <</if>>

Eros moves with a playful, predatory grace. His laughter is a melodic chime that can disarm and entice all at once. His voice is soft yet resonant, with a teasing lilt that weaves suggestion into every word. During rituals, especially under the eclipse, his demeanor shifts to a commanding intensity, his gaze smoldering as he channels divine passion. You take a moment to gather your composure, your heart pounding from the sudden appearance and the overwhelming presence of this divine being. A playful smile spreads across his face as he looks at you, his eyes sparkling with amusement and a touch of curiosity.<<dialogue "Eros" "Well, well, if it isn't Philtra. I've been waiting for you. Ready to face what's ahead?">>You nod, trying to hide the nervousness bubbling inside you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, I am. It is a pleasure to meet the wonderful Eros in person. I am honored by your presence. I've prepared for this trial. I won't back down.">>His smile widens, and he extends a hand towards you. His touch is gentle yet firm as he takes your hand in his. <<dialogue "Eros" "Then let's get started. Hold onto me tight, okay? Don't let go, no matter what happens. I'll guide you through everything.">>With his hand in yours, you feel a surge of confidence and determination. You take a deep breath, ready for whatever comes next. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm ready. Show me the way.">>Together, you step through the gateway, his presence a comforting and exciting force beside you. The world shifts as you pass through, the mist clearing to reveal a new landscape... both familiar and alien, a reflection of your deepest fears and desires. You hold onto his hand tightly, trusting in his guidance and your own strength as you embark on this divine journey. [[Eros explains the trials|Trails 5]]

As you both move through the gateway, the ethereal landscape transforms, revealing a path illuminated by glowing flowers that cast an otherworldly light. The air is thick with a sweet, heady scent, and distant music and laughter echo through the mist. Turning to you, eyes serious yet kind, Eros begins to outline the trials ahead. <<dialogue "Eros" "Listen carefully. You're about to face three trials, each one unique and challenging. They're designed to test your worthiness and grant you boons from Aphrodite. Let me break them down so you know what to expect.">>He pauses, ensuring he has your full attention. <<dialogue "Eros" "First up, there's the Trial of Seduction: The Dance of the Crimson Veil. This one is all about your power of seduction. You'll be judged on your ability to enchant and awaken desire. Your task? Dance with a partner behind a crimson veil, using your movements, touch, and presence to bring them to the height of passion. But remember, it's about finding that balance... too much or too little, and you'll fail. Let your instincts guide you.">>His voice takes on a melodic quality, painting a vivid picture. <<dialogue "Eros" "Imagine this: a shimmering crimson veil, like a waterfall of silk, separating you from your partner. The air thick with anticipation. Your body moving with a life of its own, each gesture, each touch, a testament to your allure. Connect with their soul, stir their deepest desires, and make them yearn for you. That's how you'll succeed.">> [[Explanation of the second Trial|Trails 6]]

Taking a step closer, his voice drops to a whisper. <<dialogue "Eros" "Next, there's the Trial of Persuasion: The Oath of the Saffron Tongue. Here, your wits and silver tongue are your weapons. You'll face an opponent in a debate, and your goal is to persuade them to your point of view, to bend their will to yours. It's about more than winning an argument; it's about understanding your opponent, anticipating their moves, and countering them with grace and intelligence. Be cunning, but also fair. Your words should be like a saffron-infused blade... sharp, precise, and leaving a lasting impression.">> His eyes sparkle with a touch of mischief. <<dialogue "Eros" "Imagine an arena, a circular platform surrounded by an eager audience. Your opponent stands before you, confident. You need to disarm them, make them see the flaw in their arguments, and ultimately, make them concede defeat. But be careful, the line between persuasion and manipulation is thin, and crossing it may cost you the trial.">> [[Explanation of the third Trial|Trails 7]]

Reaching out, he gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering. <<dialogue "Eros" "Lastly, there's the Trial of Combat: The Clash of the Rose Blade. This trial tests your physical prowess and strategic thinking. You'll be given a blade, its edge sharper than any steel, and its hilt adorned with roses that bloom and wither with each strike. Your opponent will be skilled and relentless. You must defeat them, but not just by force. Outthink them, anticipate their moves, and use your environment to your advantage. The arena will change, presenting new challenges and obstacles. Stay alert, stay focused, and above all, stay true to yourself.">> His expression turns grave, voice stern. <<dialogue "Eros" "Remember, caution is key in these trials. Extreme decisions often lead to failure. Find the middle ground, the balance between excess and deficiency. Aphrodite values moderation, and those who can't maintain it will face her displeasure. If you fail a trial, you'll get a chance to retake it, but Aphrodite will be watching, and her favor will wane with each failure. Your performance directly impacts the boon she bestows. Strive for excellence, and don't squander your chances.">> Taking your hands in his, his grip is firm and reassuring. <<dialogue "Eros" "You're strong, cunning, and capable of great things. Trust yourself, and don't be afraid to take risks. But always remember the importance of moderation. That's the key to success. Now, are you ready to face your destiny?">> You meet his gaze, feeling a surge of determination. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm ready. I won't let Aphrodite down. I'll face these trials with courage and intelligence, and I'll succeed.">> A mixture of pride and encouragement shines in his eyes. <<dialogue "Eros" "That's the spirit. Now, let's begin your journey. The first trial awaits, and I have every faith you'll emerge victorious.">> With that, Eros leads you deeper into the ethereal plane, the path shimmering with promise and challenge. You take a deep breath, focusing your mind and steeling your spirit for the trials ahead. The journey will be tough, but you're ready to face whatever comes your way, guided by Eros' wisdom and Aphrodite's power. [[The first trial|Trials 8]]

Eros takes your hand, his touch warm and reassuring, and leads you through the shimmering path. The ethereal landscape shifts around you, the glowing flowers giving way to a more sensual and inviting atmosphere as you approach the first trial. The air grows thicker, charged with an energy that makes your skin tingle with anticipation and desire. Soon, you find yourselves in a vast, circular arena. The ground is covered in soft, crimson petals that seem to absorb the light, giving the space an intimate, otherworldly glow. A thick, velvet curtain hangs from the ceiling, dividing the arena into two halves. Behind the curtain, you can make out the silhouette of a figure, your partner for this trial. You turn to Eros. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do I do now?">>He smiles encouragingly, squeezing your hand gently. <<dialogue "Eros" "This is the Trial of Seduction: The Dance of the Crimson Veil. Your goal is to use your power of seduction to enchant your partner behind that curtain. You must make them feel intensely desired, make them ache for you. But remember, find that sweet spot... too much or too little intensity, and you'll fail. Trust your instincts and straddle that fine line. Now, go forth and make them yours.">> [[Make a choice for the first trial|Trials 9]] Dev note: Make a save here, in case you need to retake the trials.

<<if !$wrongChoices or !Array.isArray($wrongChoices)>> <<set $wrongChoices = []>> <</if>> You push aside the curtain, revealing your partner... a mysterious figure cloaked in a hood, their face obscured. They stand still, waiting for you to make the first move. The arena seems to hold its breath, the air thick with anticipation and raw, unbridled desire. You begin to move, your body swaying gently to an unseen, sultry melody. You can feel the power of seduction coursing through your veins, your every movement designed to entice and arouse. You circle your partner, your eyes never leaving theirs, even as they remain hidden beneath the hood. As you dance, you become aware of three distinct paths you can take to seduce your partner: The Path of Whispers: You can lean in close, your breath hot against their ear, and whisper erotic nothings, describing in explicit detail the pleasures that await them. Your voice can be a powerful tool, painting vivid, carnal images in their mind and stirring their deepest, most primal desires. The Path of Touch: You can use your hands to explore their body, tracing delicate, tantalizing patterns on their skin, feeling their responses, and adjusting your touch to bring them to the height of arousal. This path is about physical connection and intimacy, using touch to awaken their senses and bring their desires to a fever pitch. The Path of the Gaze: You can maintain an intense, smoldering gaze, your eyes locked onto theirs, communicating your raw, carnal desire and intention without saying a word. This path is about the power of eye contact, using your gaze to penetrate their soul and make them feel seen, desired, and completely consumed by your presence. You pause, considering your options, your heart racing with the weight of your decision. Each path offers a different approach to seduction, and you know that choosing the right one will be crucial to your success in this trial. <ul> <li> [[The Path of Whispers|TrialsWhispers]] </li> <<if !$wrongChoices.includes("Touch")>> <li> [[The Path of Touch|TrialsTouch]] </li> <</if>> <<if !$wrongChoices.includes("Gaze")>> <li> [[The Path of the Gaze|TrialsGaze]] </li> <</if>> </ul>

You decide to take The Path of Whispers, leaning in close to your partner, your breath hot against their ear. You begin to whisper erotic nothings, your voice a sultry murmur that sends shivers down their spine.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I can feel your desire, can't you feel mine? Let me show you the pleasures that await you. Imagine my lips tracing every inch of your body, teasing and tasting, driving you to the brink of madness.">>Your partner shudders, their breath hitching as you continue, your voice painting vivid, carnal images in their mind.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Picture it... my hands exploring your most intimate places, my touch light as a feather, yet fiery hot. I will make you beg for more, beg for release. Your body will be mine to command, mine to pleasure.">>You can feel their arousal growing, their body responding to your words, and you maintain a steady, sensual pace, ensuring that your whispers are enticing but not overwhelming.<<dialogue "Philtra" "And when you can't take it anymore, when you're begging for mercy, I will give you what you crave. I will take you to heights of ecstasy you've never known, and we will ride the waves of pleasure together.">>Your partner's breathing becomes ragged, their body trembling with anticipation and pleasure. You can feel their desire reaching a fever pitch, and you know you've found the right balance. Your whispers are intense enough to arouse but not so much as to overwhelm.<<dialogue "Partner" "Yes... more. Don't stop.">>You continue, your voice a hypnotic melody, guiding your partner to the heights of passion. The trial is won, and you know you have succeeded in the art of seduction.<<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> [[You succeeded|Trials 10]]

You decide to take The Path of Touch, using your hands to explore your partner's body. You start confidently, your hands moving with purpose, tracing intricate, tantalizing patterns on their skin, feeling their responses, and adjusting your touch to bring them to a heightened state of arousal. Your hands glide over their body, exploring every curve and contour, your touch firm and knowing. You can feel their skin respond to yours, their body arching into your touch, seeking more.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Does that feel good? Let me show you more.">>You let your hands wander, tracing the lines of their muscles, the dip of their waist, the swell of their hips. Your touch is bold, insistent, and your partner responds eagerly, their body pressing against yours, seeking closer contact.<<dialogue "Philtra" "You like that, don't you? Let's see how far we can take this.">>However, you become too aggressive, your hands gripping and kneading with a ferocity that borders on pain. You explore their most intimate places with a intensity that is almost overwhelming, your touch firm and demanding.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Your body is mine to explore, mine to pleasure. I will take you to the heights of ecstasy and beyond.">>Your partner's responses start to change, their pleasure mixed with a growing discomfort. They begin to pull away, their body tensing under your touch.<<dialogue "Partner" "Wait... slow down. It's too much. I can't... I can't keep up.">You realize your mistake too late. The path of touch, while intense, has been too much, too aggressive. You've pushed your partner beyond their comfort zone, and the trial is lost.<<set $aphroditefavor -= 3>> <<set $wrongChoices.push("Touch")>> <<link "Try again">> <<goto "Trials 9">> <</link>>

You decide to take The Path of the Gaze, maintaining an intense, smoldering gaze, your eyes locked onto your partner's, communicating your raw, carnal desire and intention without saying a word. You stand before them, your eyes never leaving theirs, your gaze penetrating but gentle. You can see the effect it has on them, their breath quickening slightly, but you hold back, ensuring your gaze is not too intense or overwhelming.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I want you to feel my desire. I want you to know that you are special to me, that your body responds to me.">>Your gaze is soft, inviting, but not dominating. You can see the confusion in your partner's eyes, the lack of intensity leaving them unsure of your intentions.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Give in to me. Let me take you on a journey of pleasure unlike any other. Trust in me, and I will show you the true meaning of desire.">>Your partner's resistance does not crumble as expected; instead, they seem unsure, their body not responding as vigorously as you had hoped. You maintain your gaze, but it lacks the power to truly consume or arouse them.<<dialogue "Partner" "I... I can feel something, but it's not enough. I need more.">>You realize your mistake. The path of the gaze, while alluring, has been too little, too soft. You've not pushed your partner enough, not taken them to the heights of passion they crave, and the trial is lost.<<set $aphroditefavor -= 3>> <<set $wrongChoices.push("Gaze")>> <<link "Try again">> <<goto "Trials 9">> <</link>>

Eros takes your hand, his grip firm and reassuring, and guides you through the shimmering path. The ethereal landscape transforms, the sensual atmosphere shifting to an intellectually charged environment as you approach the second trial. The air is electric, charged with an energy that makes your mind race with excitement and anticipation. Soon, you enter a vast, circular arena. The ground is covered in a soft, golden saffron-colored fabric that shimmers with an otherworldly light, creating an aura of elegance and power. A raised platform stands in the center, surrounded by tiered seating filled with an eager audience. Their eyes gleam with anticipation and a touch of malice, ready to witness a battle of wits and words. You asked.<<dialogue "Philtra" "What now?">> He smiles encouragingly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. <<dialogue "Eros" "This is the Trial of Persuasion: The Oath of the Saffron Tongue. Your mission? Use that silver tongue of yours to enchant and persuade your opponent. Make them see your point of view, bend their will to yours. But remember, find that balance... too much or too little intensity, and you'll fall short. Trust your instincts and walk that fine line. Now, go out there and show them what you're made of.">> [[The second trial|Trials 11]]

<<if !$wrongChoices or !Array.isArray($wrongChoices)>> <<set $wrongChoices = []>> <</if>> With that, Eros releases your hand, and you step forward, your eyes fixed on the platform. Your opponent is already there, a figure cloaked in a hood, their face obscured but their presence commanding and confident. They stand tall, arms crossed, a smirk playing on their lips as they regard you with amusement. You take a deep breath, centering yourself, and prepare to engage in the debate. The arena holds its breath, the air thick with anticipation and raw, intellectual energy. You start to speak, your voice clear and confident, but you quickly realize there are three distinct paths you can take to persuade your opponent: Seductive Reasoning: You can use your voice to weave a seductive web of reasoning, your words like a caress. Lace your arguments with double entendres and erotic innuendos, describing in explicit detail how your point of view will bring them pleasure. Make them visualize how conceding to you will be the most satisfying experience of their life. Your voice can paint vivid, carnal images in their mind, stirring their deepest desires while making them agree with your logic. Dominant Argumentation: You can take a dominant stance, your arguments sharp and cutting, your words like a whip. Overpower your opponent with a barrage of logical points, each one more devastating than the last. Drive them back and make them concede defeat. This path is about asserting dominance, using your intelligence to overpower and bend their will to yours. Subtle Persuasion: You can use subtle, insinuating arguments, your words like a gentle breeze... persuasive but not overpowering. Plant seeds of doubt in your opponent's mind, making them question their own beliefs and desires. Guide them gently but firmly to your point of view without ever raising your voice or losing your composure. You pause, considering your options, your heart racing with the weight of your decision. Each path offers a different approach to persuasion, and you know that choosing the right one will be crucial to your success. Debate Topic: The Nature of Love <ul> <<if !$wrongChoices.includes("Seductive")>> <li>[[Seductive Reasoning|Trials 12]]</li> <</if>> <<if !$wrongChoices.includes("Dominant")>> <li>[[Dominant Argumentation|Trials 13]]</li> <</if>> <li>[[Subtle Persuasion|Trials 14]]</li> </ul>

You opt for Seductive Reasoning, using your voice to create a seductive web of reasoning. Your words are a caress, each one designed to entice and arouse. Leaning in close, your breath hot against their ear, you begin to whisper, your voice a sultry murmur that sends shivers down their spine. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Love, my dear, is not just an emotion; it's a journey into pleasure. Each touch, each kiss, is a promise of ecstasy. Imagine love as a dance, a seductive tango where every step, every twist, brings you closer to climax.">> Your opponent shudders, their breath hitching as you paint vivid, carnal images in their mind. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Envision love as a symphony of sensation, a masterpiece of connection that leaves you breathless and begging for more. Your partner's touch is a canvas for your desires, and together, you create a work of art that is uniquely yours.">> You can feel their arousal growing, their body responding to your words, but you hold back, ensuring your whispers are enticing but not overwhelming. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I will guide you, tease you, bring you to the edge of pleasure and then pull back, making you yearn for more. Your mind will be a canvas for our desires, and together, we will paint a masterpiece of sensation, leaving you craving for my touch.">> Your opponent's breathing quickens, their body trembling with anticipation, but their expression remains uncertain. You realize you've not pushed enough; the intensity is lacking, and your opponent is aroused but not convinced. <<dialogue "Opponent" "That was... intriguing. But I need more than just words to be fully convinced. I feel aroused, but my mind is not fully swayed. Love is more than just physical pleasure; it's a deeper connection, an understanding between two souls.">> You step back, acknowledging your mistake. The path of seductive reasoning, while enticing, has been too little, too tentative. You've not pushed your opponent enough, not taken them to the heights of conviction they crave, and the trial is lost.<<set $aphroditefavor -= 3>> <<set $wrongChoices.push("Seductive")>> <<link "Try again">> <<goto "Trials 11">> <</link>>

You choose dominant argumentation, adopting a dominant stance. Your arguments are sharp and cutting, your words like a whip, commanding and insistent. Standing tall, your voice is firm and unyielding as you deliver your points, each one designed to overpower and conquer. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Love is a construct, a story we tell ourselves to justify our desires. It's not some ethereal emotion; it's a biological response, a chemical reaction in our brains. You will see that my logic is infallible, my reasoning unassailable. There's no need for further discussion, for the matter is settled. You will agree with me, and that will be the end of it.">> You see the effect your dominance has on your opponent, their posture straightening, their eyes widening with fear and awe as they meet your gaze. But you push too far, your arguments becoming aggressive and intense. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Love is not some mystical force; it's a survival mechanism, a way for our species to ensure propagation. Your emotions are merely a product of evolution, a tool used by nature to achieve its ends. Any disagreement is merely a sign of your weakness and inability to comprehend the obvious.">> Your opponent's responses start to wane, their initial resistance giving way to a growing sense of fear and discomfort. They begin to shift their weight, their eyes darting nervously, a clear sign that your dominance is having an unwanted effect. <<dialogue "Opponent" "You're... you're overwhelming me. I can feel your power, but I'm not convinced. Love is more than just a biological response; it's a deeper connection, an understanding between two souls. I'm frightened, but my mind is not swayed.">> You realize your mistake too late. The path of dominant argumentation, while powerful, has been too much, too aggressive. You've pushed your opponent beyond their comfort zone, and the trial is lost.<<set $aphroditefavor -= 3>> <<set $wrongChoices.push("Dominant")>> <<link "Try again">> <<goto "Trials 11">> <</link>>

You go for Subtle Persuasion, using insinuating arguments that are persuasive but not overpowering. Your words are like a gentle breeze, subtle and insinuating, designed to plant seeds of doubt and make your opponent question their own beliefs and desires. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What if I told you that your current beliefs about love are merely a construct, a story you've told yourself for so long that you've begun to accept it as truth? What if I showed you a different perspective, one that is equally valid, equally true?">> You speak softly, your voice a soothing melody that wraps around your opponent, drawing them in, making them want to listen, to understand. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Imagine a world where love is not just an emotion, but a force that connects us all. A world where giving in to your deepest desires is not a sign of weakness, but a testament to your strength and courage. Love is not just about physical pleasure; it's about a deep, spiritual connection between two souls.">> Your opponent's eyes widen, their expression shifting from skepticism to curiosity, then to a growing sense of intrigue and agreement. You can feel the connection between you growing stronger, the air charged with an electric tension that is neither overwhelming nor lacking. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What if I told you that by embracing this perspective, you are not just agreeing with me, but embracing a part of yourself that you've kept hidden, suppressed? What if I showed you that true power lies in acceptance, in surrender? Love is a journey of self-discovery, a path to enlightenment.">> Your opponent's resistance begins to crumble, their eyes softening, their body relaxing into your words. You maintain this subtle, insinuating approach, letting your words weave a web of persuasion that is both compelling and non-threatening. <<dialogue "Opponent" "I... I never thought of it that way. You're right; there is truth in your words, a truth that resonates with me on a deeper level. I concede; your point of view is valid, and I am convinced. Love is indeed a complex and multifaceted emotion, and your perspective has opened my eyes to a new understanding.">> You smile, a slow, sensual curve of your lips, and you know you have succeeded. The path of subtle persuasion, while challenging, has been the perfect balance of intensity and restraint. You have enveloped your opponent in your reasoning, made them feel seen, heard, and completely convinced by your presence without overwhelming them. The trial is won, and you are ready to move on to the next challenge.<<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> [[The third trial|Trials 15]]

Eros takes your hand, his grip firm and reassuring, and guides you through the shimmering path. The landscape shifts, the intellectual atmosphere giving way to a more physical and tactical environment as you near the final trial. The air is electric, charged with an energy that quickens your heart with anticipation. Soon, you enter a vast, circular arena. The ground is soft and velvety, absorbing light to create an eerie glow. Intricate patterns adorn the walls, shifting to present various obstacles and challenges. In the center stands a cloaked figure, confident and commanding, holding a blade with a sharp edge and a hilt adorned with roses that bloom and wither with each swing. Turning to Eros. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What now?">>He smiles encouragingly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. <<dialogue "Eros" "This is the Trial of Combat: The Clash of the Rose Blade. Your mission? Defeat your opponent using skill and strategy. Outthink them, anticipate their moves, and use the environment to your advantage. The arena will change, so stay alert and focused. Now, go show them what you're made of.">> [[The choices|Trials 16]]

<<if !$wrongChoices or !Array.isArray($wrongChoices)>> <<set $wrongChoices = []>> <</if>> With that, Eros releases your hand, and you step forward, eyes locked on your opponent. You notice the blade in your hand is light and balanced, the roses on the hilt reacting to your touch. You take a deep breath, centering yourself, and prepare for combat. The arena holds its breath, the air thick with anticipation and raw energy. You grasp that you have three distinct paths to victory, each with its own subtle strategies: The Dance of the Tempest: This involves embracing a whirlwind of aggressive moves, your strikes as swift and relentless as a storm. You'll move with frenetic energy, your blade a blur as you press your foe back, using the force of your assault to control the battle's pace and flow. The Shield of the Serpent: Here, you adopt a more defensive and strategic approach, coiling like a serpent ready to strike. You'll focus on evasion and counterattacks, using the environment to create diversions and obstacles. Conserve your energy while waiting for the perfect moment to unleash a devastating strike. The Harmony of the Hedgehog: This path is about finding a middle ground, balancing offense and defense with precision. You'll move with calculated agility, your strikes measured and purposeful, anticipating your opponent's moves and adapting your strategy in real-time. Your defense will be solid, your offense unpredictable, much like the unpredictable quills of a hedgehog. You pause, considering your options, your heart racing with the weight of your decision. Each path offers a unique approach to combat, and you know that choosing the right one will be crucial to your success. <ul> <li>[[The Harmony of the Hedgehog|Trials 17]]</li> <<if !$wrongChoices.includes("Serpent")>> <li>[[The Shield of the Serpent|Trials 18]]</li> <</if>> <<if !$wrongChoices.includes("Tempest")>> <li>[[The Dance of the Tempest|Trials 19]]</li> <</if>> </ul>

You aim for The Harmony of the Hedgehog, striking a balance between aggression and caution. You move with calculated agility, your strikes measured and purposeful. You anticipate your opponent's moves, adapting your strategy in real-time, your defense solid, your offense unpredictable.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Let's dance.">>Your opponent, sensing your balanced approach, matches your pace, their movements mirroring yours. You both circle each other, looking for openings, your blades clashing in a symphony of steel. You feel a sense of harmony, a rhythm to the battle that you exploit to your advantage.<<dialogue "Opponent" "Impressive. But can you keep this up?">>You nod, a small smile playing on your lips as you continue to adapt, your movements fluid and unpredictable. You use the environment to your advantage, creating openings and exploiting your opponent's weaknesses. Your opponent, trying to match your unpredictability, begins to tire, their movements becoming less precise.<<dialogue "Philtra" "You're slowing down. Almost there.">>You see an opening and seize it, your strike swift and decisive, catching your opponent off guard. They stumble, and you press your advantage, delivering a final, powerful blow that sends them to the ground, defeated.<<dialogue "Opponent" "Well fought. Your balance and adaptability were your strengths. I underestimated your ability to harmonize offense and defense.">>You stand victorious, your breath coming in steady gasps, your body alive with the thrill of battle. You have succeeded in finding the perfect balance, outwitting your opponent and emerging triumphant. The trial is won, and you are ready to face whatever comes next.<<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> [[Enjoy your victory|Trials 20]]

You choose The Shield of the Serpent, taking a defensive and strategic approach. You coil like a serpent, ready to strike but mostly focusing on evasion and counterattacks. You use the environment to create diversions and obstacles, conserving your energy while waiting for the perfect moment to strike.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Come at me. Let's see what you've got.">>Your opponent, sensing your caution, becomes more aggressive, pressing you back with a series of relentless attacks. You parry and dodge, your movements fluid and graceful, but you find yourself constantly on the defensive, unable to gain the upper hand.<<dialogue "Opponent" "You're all defense, no offense. Where's your strike?">>You realize your mistake as the battle wears on. Your caution has turned into hesitancy, and your opponent is exploiting your reluctance to engage. They tire you out with their relentless assault, and you find yourself reacting instead of acting, your energy slowly draining away.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I can't keep this up forever. I need to find an opening.">>Your opponent, seeing your dilemma, redoubles their efforts, their strikes coming faster and harder. You try to create an opportunity for a counterattack, but your movements become desperate and uncoordinated. Your opponent senses your desperation and delivers a final, powerful strike that ends the battle.<<dialogue "Opponent" "Caution is good, but indecision is your downfall. You waited too long, and now you pay the price.">><<set $aphroditefavor -= 3>> <<set $wrongChoices.push("Serpent")>> <<link "Try again">> <<goto "Trials 16">> <</link>>

You go for The Dance of the Tempest, channeling a whirlwind of aggressive moves. Your strikes are swift and relentless, a storm of steel and fury. You move with frenetic energy, your blade a blur as you drive your opponent back, using the force of your assault to control the battle's pace and flow.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Feel the storm!">>Your opponent, initially overwhelmed, quickly adapts. They start to anticipate your strikes, using your momentum against you. With each powerful swing, you leave yourself open, and your opponent exploits these openings with precise, calculated counters.<<dialogue "Opponent" "Too much power, not enough control. You're predictable.">>You realize your mistake too late. Your aggression, while impressive, has made you reckless. You're pouring all your energy into each strike, leaving no reserve for defense or adaptation. Your opponent, meanwhile, remains calm and focused, their movements economical and effective.<<dialogue "Philtra" "No... I can't keep this up.">>Your breaths come in ragged gasps, your arms growing heavy with fatigue. Your opponent sees the weariness in your eyes and seizes the opportunity, delivering a final, decisive strike that sends you to the ground, defeated.<<dialogue "Opponent" "A valiant effort, but aggression without strategy is merely brute force. You fell for the tempest, and it consumed you.">><<set $aphroditefavor -= 3>> <<set $wrongChoices.push("Tempest")>> <<link "Try again">> <<goto "Trials 16">> <</link>>

You followed your father, Peregrine, around the lush gardens and busy market stalls all day, pointing out colorful fruits and vegetables. He told you that the deep green of a ripe vegetable or the bright crimson of a fresh tomato would make you stronger. He took you through a series of exercises in the afternoons, when the oak trees cast dappled shade over you. Your feet scarcely touched the earth as you sprinted from one area to another, always ready for any challenge. Your lessons started with unarmed combat in the open courtyard, where the stone surface felt cool on your bare feet. Peregrine showed us how to place our feet solidly, how to turn and hit with our fists and legs, and how to balance offense and defense in each move. He said in a steady voice that you should always protect your core with a well-timed block or dodge. He said that with the right food and training, your sinews would strengthen and your reflexes would sharpen, even though your fists didn't make him flinch and your kicks weren't smooth yet. Peregrine was quite clear that you had to learn how to fight without weapons before you could use the weapons that were on the walls of the training chamber. These weapons included shiny daggers, swords with finely carved hilts, and long polearms that appeared to whisper of wars that had happened in the past. However, you could not help but feel excited when you sneaked into the armory while Peregrine was not watching. You would gently lift the Radiant Justice, its blade catching the light, and practice your swings in secret, enjoying how heavy and balanced a real weapon was as it cut through the air. <<set $combat += 1>> <<set $courage += 1>> [[Your teen years]]

You spent a lot of time with your mother, and your hands were often covered in flour as you kneaded dough for bread, or your arms were in soapy water as you cleaned pots and pans. She showed you how to repair a ripped piece of clothing with steady hands and how to combine herbs into beverages that could help with a cough or fever. You also learned about the secrets of alchemy under her instruction. You learned which plants might be mixed together to make salves and which roots could heal. You were never interested in fighting in person. The sound of swords clashing and the weight of armor was unfamiliar to you. You did not do that. Instead, you sat cross-legged on the grass with your eyes closed, meditating and reaching deep inside to tap into the flicker of fire or the whisper of wind. Medea, your mentor, stood by your side, and her presence was calm and patient. She raised her hands, and the air around her sparkled with energy. Flames danced at her fingertips, and water swirled around her like a living creature, demonstrating her control over the elements. It was nothing like swinging a sword or using a spear to practice for elemental powers. It needed a calm mind and a strong connection to the environment around you. You learned that you had to first feel the coolness and fluidity of the water as it flowed past your fingertips to manage it. You learned to bend, shape, and draw it from the ground when nearby streams or dew-covered leaves gave it to you. You needed the things around you to help you use your powers, just like a warrior needed a weapon to fight. You had the unusual power to control all the elements - fire, water, air, and earth. But your expertise was still growing. Medea believed in your potential because she gently but firmly pushed you. She was sure that you could become the most powerful elemental wielder in the realm. But she told you to keep your training a secret, as if it were something fragile that could easily be revealed. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Use your powers sparingly. Only call on them to protect yourself or those you love, never for fun.">> She spoke softly, her voice a gentle murmur in the evening breeze. <<set $elementalpower += 1>> <<set $courage += 1>> [[Your teen years]]

You’ve always carried an unshakable confidence in your ability to charm anyone, often testing just how persuasive your allure could be. You make your way to a shop in the marketplace. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Hey, could you please help me pick the best apples out of this bunch?">> you ask, leaning forward so your low-cut dress gives the shopkeeper a generous view, your hands pressing into your knees to accentuate your cleavage. <<dialogue "shopkeeper" "Ah... hmm... Yes... Of course.">> He stammers, clearly struggling to keep his eyes on your face. Once he selects a few apples, you accept them with a smile, then purposely set your bag behind you. Turning around, you bend over to rummage for your drachmae, giving the shopkeeper a perfect view of your backside. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Oh... no. I must have forgotten my coins at home.">> you say, feigning embarrassment, though you know exactly what you’re doing. As you hoped, the shopkeeper quickly reassures you. <<dialogue "shopkeeper" "It’s quite alright, my lady. I’m just glad you chose my store. Please, come back anytime for the fruits....I’ll always keep something special aside for you.">> With a sly smile, you walk away, fully aware of the sway you hold over those easily led by desire. <<set $seduction += 1>> <<set $sexuality += 1>> <<set $persuasion -= 1>> <<set $intellect -= 1>> [[As years went by]]

One day, you make your way to a shop in the marketplace. You step closer to the stall, letting your curiosity linger over each jar of honey. The vendor watches you, arms folded, clearly protective of his wares.<<dialogue "Philtra" "You know, my father used to say you could judge a market by its honey. Yours looks like liquid gold.">> You hold a jar up, letting the sunlight catch the amber swirl. <<dialogue "Philtra" "But I’ll be honest... I’m not here to buy today. I’m here to find something worth talking about.">>He raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. <<dialogue "shopkeeper" "Talking doesn’t pay for honey, miss.">>You set the jar down gently, meeting his gaze. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Maybe not today. But think about it, every week I host a gathering with some of the polis’s most particular palates. If your honey is as delicious as it looks, you’ll have half of Olympia asking for it by name.">>He hesitates, tapping his fingers on the counter. You press on, voice low and earnest. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Let me take just one jar. I’ll serve it at my table, and I’ll tell everyone exactly where it came from. If even a handful of them come here, you’ll have made back the cost and more. And if they don’t? Well, you’ll know your honey isn’t as special as I think it is.">>The vendor studies you, searching for any sign of insincerity. You hold his gaze, unwavering.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Besides, Olympia is full of merchants, but stories... stories travel faster than coins. Let me give your honey a story worth sharing.">>A slow smile breaks across his face. <<dialogue "shopkeeper" "Alright, you win. Take the jar. Just make sure those stories are enjoyable ones.">>You thank him, feeling the subtle thrill of victory. This time, it was your words, clever, earnest, and persistent, that earned you the prize. <<set $seduction -= 1>> <<set $sexuality -= 1>> <<set $persuasion += 1>> <<set $intellect += 1>> [[As years went by]]

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The tailor, either oblivious or unconcerned by Kaelen's advances, presented you with a breathtaking gown crafted from deep red fabric that shimmered in the light. The gown plunged low, revealing a generous amount of your cleavage, and the skirt featured a high slit, offering enticing glimpses of your thigh. The craftsmanship was impeccable, with gold embroidery and precious stones adorning the bodice and skirt. Kaelen's eyes darkened with desire as he beheld you in the gown. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "By the gods, Philtra, you look... breathtaking. That gown was tailor-made for you.">><<wobble>>He moved closer, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you against him. You could feel his throbbing arousal as he ground against you, his lips capturing yours in a fervent kiss.<</wobble>> You coyly turned your head, breaking the kiss, and gently pushed him away. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Kaelen, as tempting as this is, I must decline. I have more important things to focus on right now.">> You smiled at him, your hands softly pushing his chest. You could see the disappointment in his eyes, but he respected your decision. When he finally let go, his chest heaving, he smiled at you, pride and satisfaction shining in his eyes. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "You owe me nothing. It was my pleasure to see you like this. Now, go and captivate my father. I have no doubt you will succeed.">>With that, he helped you out of the gown, his hands lingering on your bare skin, sending one last shiver down your spine before you dressed in your regular clothes and exited the shop, your heart pounding with apprehension. You knew Kaelen was a strong ally, and his support would be vital in your quest to win over his father. <<set $sexuality -= 1>> <<if visited("Recruit Seraphina") < 1>> [[Meet Eamon]] [[Change your mind and meet Seraphina instead|Recruit Seraphina]] <<else>> [[Meet Eamon]] <</if>>

Eamon leaned back in his chair, his eyes locked onto yours, his voice a deep, authoritative rumble. <<dialogue "Eamon" "Your argument is persuasive, but the risks are enormous. Mnemonides is an immortal with vast power. Opposing him could cost me everything, even my life.">> He paused, his gaze intense and hungry. <<dialogue "Eamon" "Persuade me. Demonstrate that you are worth the gamble. Make me believe that the benefits outweigh the hazards.">> You smiled, a slow, confident curve of your lips as you moved closer, your voice a persuasive, confident whisper. You began to speak, your words deliberate and measured, your eyes never leaving his. <<dialogue "Philtra" "My lord, consider this: Mnemonides' immortality is both his strength and his weakness. His endless life fuels his insatiable ambition, but it also makes him predictable. He will always seek more power, more wealth, and more conquest. This relentless drive will eventually deplete our city's resources and leave our people impoverished.">> You leaned in, your tone intense and convincing. <<dialogue "Philtra" "My father, Peregrine, offers a different path. As a mortal, his goals are aligned with the well-being of our city. He seeks stability, prosperity, and the wise management of our resources. Under his leadership, our polis will thrive, and your wealth and influence will be secure. You will have a stable political environment to navigate, ensuring your investments and endeavors prosper without the chaos that Mnemonides' immortal ambitions would bring.">> You paused, letting your words sink in, your eyes holding his gaze steadily. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Think of the long-term benefits, my lord. With Peregrine in command, you gain a prosperous polis and a political ally who will support your interests. Peregrine will protect your wealth and influence and enhance them. Mnemonides offers short-term gains at the cost of long-term stability. Peregrine promises a future in which our polis thrives, bolstering your standing within it.">> Eamon's expression shifted, his initial concern giving way to thoughtful deliberation. You could see the gears turning in his mind as he evaluated your points. The promise of wealth and political gain was a potent incentive, and you were confident that you had presented a persuasive argument, one that appealed to his ambitions and desires. Now, it was his decision to make, and you hoped your compelling case would sway him in your favor.<<dialogue "Eamon" "You have presented a compelling case, Philtra. Supporting Peregrine has clear long-term benefits, and the potential gains outweigh the significant risks of opposing Mnemonides. I am convinced that Peregrine's leadership will bring stability and prosperity to our city, and I am willing to take that gamble.">> He stood up, his voice firm and resolute. <<dialogue "Eamon" "I will support Peregrine. Together, we will ensure a prosperous future for our polis and for those who invest in it.">> You felt a surge of triumph and relief, knowing that your persuasive skills had won him over. Eamon's support was a crucial step in your quest, and with him on your side, you were one step closer to securing your father's position and the future of your city. <<set $sexuality -= 1>> <<set $persuasion += 1>> <<set $intellect += 1>> [[Eamon explains the next steps]]

You grabbed her by the wrists, your grip firm but controlled, ensuring she felt your strength but not so tight that it caused her pain. Cassandra's eyes flashed with defiance as she tried to pull away, but you held her steady, your gaze locked onto hers. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Cassandra, I need you to understand the gravity of the situation. Your support for Peregrine is not just a request; it's a necessity for the future of our city.">>You leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a low, intense tone, ensuring she felt the weight of your words. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mnemonides' immortality might promise stability, but it's a false promise. His endless ambition will drain our resources and leave our people suffering. Peregrine, with his mortal perspective, will lead with wisdom and care for our city's well-being.">>You pushed her gently but firmly onto the bed, your body pressing lightly against hers to reinforce your dominance without causing discomfort. Cassandra's breath hitched, and you could see the realization in her eyes that you were not playing games. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I will not let anyone, including you, stand in the way of what's best for our city. Peregrine's leadership is the key to our prosperity, and I will do whatever it takes to ensure he takes his rightful place.">>You released her wrists but kept your body close to hers, your eyes never leaving her face, ensuring she felt your presence and the seriousness of your words. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Think about it, Cassandra. With Peregrine in command, our polis will thrive. Your wealth and influence will be secure, and you will have a stable political environment to navigate. Isn't that what you truly desire? Stability and prosperity?">>Cassandra's expression shifted from defiance to thoughtful consideration. You could see the gears turning in her mind as she weighed your words and the implications of opposing you. Your display of power had made an impact. You hoped your show of power would sway her to your side. <<set $courage += 1>> <<set $sexuality -= 1>> <<set $combat += 1>> <<set $persuasion += 1>> <<set $intellect += 1>> [[Press your advantage]]

You released her wrists but kept your body close to hers, your eyes never leaving her face, ensuring she felt your presence and the seriousness of your words. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Think about it, Cassandra. With Peregrine in command, our polis will thrive. Your wealth and influence will be secure, and you will have a stable political environment to navigate. Isn't that what you truly desire? Stability and prosperity?">>Cassandra's expression shifted from defiance to thoughtful consideration. You could see the fear in her eyes as she realized the consequences of defying you. Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, <<dialogue "Cassandra" "Philtra, I... I see your point. The stability that Peregrine offers is appealing, and I do not wish to stand in the way of our city's prosperity.">>She took a deep breath, her eyes meeting yours with a newfound respect. <<dialogue "Cassandra" "You have made your stance very clear, and I understand the importance of supporting Peregrine. I will support your idea and utilize my influence to advance Peregrine's leadership">>A sense of triumph washed over you as you saw the fear and agreement in her eyes. You knew that you had won her over, and her support would be invaluable in your quest to secure your father's position. You smiled, a slow and confident curve of your lips, and nodded in acknowledgment. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am glad to hear that, Cassandra. Together, we will ensure a prosperous future for our polis and for those who invest in it. Your support means a great deal, and I appreciate your understanding.">>Cassandra nodded, her voice steady and resolved. <<dialogue "Cassandra" "I will do as you ask, Philtra. For the good of the polis and for the stability that Peregrine promises, I am with you.">>You felt a surge of relief and satisfaction, knowing that your persuasive skills and display of power had won her over. With Cassandra on your side, you were one step closer to securing your father's leadership and the future of your city. [[Share the good news with Eamon]]

You paused, then gently closed your legs, declining his advance. Your breathing was still heavy with desire, but your resolve was firm. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Croesus, this is incredibly tempting, but I can't. Not right now.">> He looked up at you, his eyes filled with bewilderment and unfulfilled longing. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Philtra, have I done something wrong? You seem upset.">> You shook your head, your voice soft yet determined. <<dialogue "Philtra" "No, it's not that at all. I have other intentions for tonight, and I want to save something for later.">> An understanding smile spread across his face as he grasped your meaning. <<dialogue "Croesus" "I see. Well, I respect your wishes, Philtra. But know that you will be on my mind, and so will this moment, until we meet again.">>He stood up, his body still taut with unspent desire, and extended his hand to help you up. You accepted it, a subtle smile playing on your lips as you rose, your body still aching with need, but your mind clear. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Croesus. For being understanding and for the pleasure you've already given me.">> He brought your hand to his lips, kissing it tenderly, his gaze locked onto yours. <<dialogue "Croesus" "The pleasure was entirely mine, Philtra. Until we meet again.">>With that, he turned and exited the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your body's lingering desires. You took a deep breath, your heart still racing, and began to straighten your attire, a sense of fulfillment and empowerment surging through your veins. You had turned him down, but in doing so, you had asserted your control, your desires, and your plans. And that, you thought, was an incredibly empowering feeling. <<set $aphroditefavor += 1>> <<set $persuasion += 1>> <<set $intellect += 1>> <<set $sexuality -= 1>> [[Go back to Eamon|Croesus 11]]

You pulled Seraphina into a tight embrace, holding her as she trembled with sobs, her tears soaking into your shoulder. You rubbed her back soothingly, murmuring soft, comforting words as she poured out her pain and humiliation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Shh, it's alright, Seraphina. I'm here for you. Let it all out. You don't have to be strong all the time.">>After a while, her sobs subsided, and she pulled back, her eyes red and puffy, her cheeks stained with tears. You cupped her face gently, your thumbs brushing away the remaining tears, your expression soft with compassion and sisterly love. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You are incredible. Stronger than you even realize. What you've been through... it's inhumane, and no one should have to endure that. However you have endured it, you are still standing strong. That takes an incredible amount of strength and resilience.">>You took her hands in yours, squeezing them tightly, your voice firm and convincing. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your father's actions are reprehensible, and Mnemonides' behavior is that of a brute, not a man. They have used you, betrayed you, and caused you immense pain. But you are not defined by their actions or by the horrors you've endured. You are so much more than that.">>Seraphina inhaled deeply, her voice barely audible. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "It's just so hard. The memories, the pain... it never goes away. I feel so dirty, so used.">>You nodded, your expression grave, understanding the depth of her pain. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I know it's hard. And I can't take away the pain or make the memories disappear. But I can promise you this: you are not alone. I am here for you, and I will stand by your side, no matter what. We will face this together, and we will find a way to heal and move forward.">> [[Hold her close]]

You pulled her into another embrace, holding her tightly as you continued to speak, your voice a soft, soothing murmur. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your worth is not measured by the atrocities committed against you. Your worth is measured by your strength, your kindness, and your unbreakable spirit. You are a survivor, Seraphina, and that makes you one of the strongest people I know.">>You felt her relax slightly in your arms, her breathing becoming slower and more steady. You pulled back, looking into her eyes, your expression determined. <<dialogue "Philtra" "We will get through this. Together. And when we do, we will make those responsible pay for their actions. Your father and Mnemonides will not get away with what they've done to you. I promise you that.">>Seraphina managed a small, watery smile, her eyes shining with gratitude and newfound hope. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "Thank you for being here, for listening, and for believing in me. I don't know what I'd do without you.">>You smiled back, your expression soft and reassuring. <<dialogue "Philtra" "That's what friends are for. We support each other through the tough times and celebrate the good times. You're not alone in this, and I will be by your side every step of the way.">>You held her hand tightly, giving it a reassuring squeeze, your voice filled with conviction. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Now, let's focus on the present and on what we can control. Meeting with Vespasian is an important step, and I want you by my side when I do. Your insight and strength will be invaluable. Together, we will face whatever comes our way.">>Seraphina nodded, her expression resolute, a spark of determination in her eyes. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "You're right, Philtra. I'm ready to face the future with you. Together, we can overcome anything.">>You both shared a moment of silent understanding, a bond forged between you, unbreakable and strong. You knew that the road ahead would be challenging, but with Seraphina by your side, you felt ready to take on whatever came your way. <<if visited("Recruit Kaelen") < 1>> [[Ask Seraphina for more details]] [[Change your mind and meet Kaelen instead|Recruit Kaelen]] <<else>> [[Ask Seraphina for more details]] <</if>>

The next morning, you rise with the sun, your heart pounding with anticipation and resolve. You find him in the training courtyard, already locked in an intense sparring session with one of his men. His muscles glisten with sweat as he moves with the grace and precision of a seasoned warrior. You approach him, your steps deliberate and confident, knowing what you want to ask.<<dialogue "Peregrine" "Philtra, what brings you here so early?">>You take a deep breath, your voice steady and determined. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I want to join the army. I want to fight alongside you and prove myself on the battlefield.">>His expression turns serious, and he shakes his head. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "That's not possible. You are a woman, and your place is not on the battlefield. I will find you a good husband, someone who will take care of you and provide for you. That is the life I envision for you.">>Frustration surges within you, but you push it down, focusing on your goal. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I don't want a husband. I want to fight. I want to train and prove myself just as you have. I have the strength and the skill, and I know I can contribute to our army. Please, give me this chance.">>He looks at you with pride. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "It's not about strength or skill. It's about your safety and your future. A woman's role is not to fight on the front lines. You should be focusing on finding a suitable match and starting a family.">>You step closer, your voice firm and unyielding. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand your concerns, but this is what I want. I have seen the future, and I know that my path lies alongside you, in the army. I will not be content with a life of domesticity and marriage. I want to fight, to protect our polis, and to make a name for myself. Please, don't deny me this opportunity.">>He is silent for a moment, considering your words. Finally, he nods, his expression resolute. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Very well. If your goal is truly what you want, then I will support you. But you must prove yourself worthy. Train with the men, and show me that you have what it takes to be a soldier. If you can hold your own, then I will reconsider my stance.">>Joy and relief flood through you as you realize that he is giving you a chance. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you. I will not let you down. I will train harder than anyone else and prove that I belong in the army.">>A small smile plays on his lips as he nods in approval. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Report to the training grounds tomorrow at dawn. We will see how you fare.">>With that, you turn and walk away, your heart filled with determination and excitement. The road ahead will be challenging, but you are ready to face whatever comes your way. You will train harder than ever to prove to him and yourself that you belong in the army. [[The next day|Peregrine 2]]

The sun is just beginning to peek over the horizon as you arrive at the training grounds. The air is crisp, and the sounds of clashing metal and grunting men fill the space. You look around, trying to spot your father, but he's nowhere in sight. As you walk further in, you notice a young man sparring with one of the soldiers. His movements are smooth and efficient, and he handles himself with a confidence that's difficult to ignore. He notices you watching and pauses his sparring, a friendly smile on his face as he approaches.<<dialogue "Theseus" "Good morning. You must be the daughter of Peregrine. I'm Theseus, new here, trying to make a name for myself.">>You shake his hand, feeling a strong, steady grip. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Nice to meet you, Theseus. I'm Philtra and I'm actually here to train with the men and demonstrate my capabilities.">>He raises an eyebrow, impressed. <<dialogue "Theseus" "That's ambitious. Not many women step onto these grounds. You've got guts, I'll give you that.">>You shrug, trying to hide a smile. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Just doing what I have to. Have you seen my father around?">>He points to a group of men gathered at the far end of the grounds. <<dialogue "Theseus" "Think I saw him over there. Good luck out here... you're going to need it.">>You nod, starting to walk away, but he calls after you, <<dialogue "Theseus" "Hey, if you ever need a sparring partner, I'm your guy. It would be happy to help you out.">>You turn back to him, a genuine smile on your face. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I appreciate that. I might just take you up on that offer.">>With that, you make your way towards the group of men, your heart pounding with determination and something else... something new and unexpected. Today is the start of your journey, and with a potential ally like Theseus, you feel ready to face whatever challenges come your way. [[Meet your father|Peregrine 3]]

You spot your father across the training grounds, engaged in conversation with a group of his men. As you approach, he looks up, his expression betraying both pride and preoccupation.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Father, I'm here to report for training.">>You stand at attention, trying to mask your nervousness.<<dialogue "Peregrine" "Good, good. I'm glad you're eager. Listen, I'm in the middle of something important right now. Would you like to join the men in their drills? Demonstrate your capabilities, but please take care not to overexert yourself. This type of training is unfamiliar to you.">>You hide your disappointment, understanding that his duties take precedence.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, Father. I'll be careful.">>He gives you a reassuring clap on the shoulder.<<dialogue "Peregrine" "That's my girl. Now, go on. Show them what you can do.">>With that, you turn and walk away, your mind racing with determination. This is your opportunity to prove yourself, and you intend to make the most of it. You scan the training grounds for a suitable sparring partner, and your eyes land on Theseus. He has already noticed you and is making his way over, a friendly smile on his face.<<dialogue "Theseus" "Ready to give it your all?">>You return the smile, feeling a rush of excitement and anticipation.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Absolutely. Let's do this.">>He leads you to an area where you can move freely.<<dialogue "Theseus" "Alright, let's start with some basic drills and see where we go from there. Remember, it’s important to warm up and prepare your body for more intense training.">>You nod and fall into step beside him as he guides you through a series of warm-up exercises. You sense the other soldiers watching you, but you focus on your breathing and movements, determined to earn their respect. Today marks the start of your journey, and you are prepared to give it your best. [[Train with Theseus|Peregrine 4]]

As you both begin to spar, the clashing of wooden swords echoes through the training grounds, capturing the attention of the other soldiers. You move with a blend of grace and power, your breaths synchronized as you block, parry, and strike. Theseus matches your pace, his movements fluid and confident, a slight smile playing on his lips as he engages with you.<<dialogue "Theseus" "You're quick. But I can tell you're holding back. Don't hesitate to show me what you've got.">>You return the smile, a thrill of excitement coursing through you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And you're confident. I like that. But let's see if you can keep up.">>You ramp up the intensity of your attacks, your sword moving in a blur as you test his defenses. He responds with equal ferocity, his counterattacks swift and precise. The sound of wood striking wood fills the air, a rhythmic beat that matches the pounding of your hearts. As you spar, you can't help but notice the way his muscles ripple beneath his skin, the sweat glistening on his brow, and the determined set of his jaw. There's something about his movements, the way he carries himself, that draws you in, making you want to know more.<<dialogue "Theseus" "You're good. Really good. Where did you learn to fight like this?">>You pause, lowering your sword slightly. <<dialogue "Philtra" "My father taught me. He's a formidable warrior in his own right. And you? Who taught you?">>He mirrors your action, lowering his guard. <<dialogue "Theseus" "I always wanted to join the king's army, and I did. Several instructors have trained me. I am a soldier, and they ensured I knew how to defend myself, emphasizing the importance of discipline and honor. I also picked up several other tricks as I grew up.">>You nod, understanding passing between you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Discipline and honor are crucial. Especially in this line of work.">>He steps closer, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone. <<dialogue "Theseus" "Exactly. I can clearly see that you possess both qualities in abundance. It's impressive.">>You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks, but you hold his gaze, steadfast. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you. I think you're pretty impressive yourself.">>He grins, a playful glint in his eyes. <<dialogue "Theseus" "Why, thank you. I aim to please.">><<set $courage +=2>><<set $combat +=1>> [[Keep going|Peregrine 5]]

You roll your eyes, but a smile tugs at your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Let's keep going. I want to see more of what you've got.">>He nods and raises his sword again. <<dialogue "Theseus" "As you wish. But remember, I won’t go easy on you just because you're a woman.">>You scoff and feint a strike. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I wouldn't expect you to. Now come on, let’s see what you’re made of.">>As the sparring continues, the banter between you flows effortlessly, a natural back-and-forth that feels right. With each exchange, each block, each parry, you find yourself growing more attuned to him, anticipating his movements and understanding his rhythm. He mirrors your energy. It’s as if an unspoken connection is forming, a bond that transcends the sparring match. When you land a particularly powerful hit, you notice his eyes lightening up, his breath catching when you move close to him, and his hand lingering on yours during a tense exchange. You realize you’re not the only one feeling this pull, this attraction. As the sun sets, casting a warm glow over the training grounds, you both halt your sparring, feeling both breathless and exhilarated. Standing there, facing each other, your chests heaving and eyes locked, the world fades away, leaving just the two of you, lost in the moment and in each other.<<dialogue "Theseus" "You know, I've never met anyone like you before. You're strong, skilled, and beautiful. It’s a rare combination.">>You smile, warmth spreading through you at his words. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And you’re not so bad yourself. For a man, that is.">>He lets out a deep, rich laugh that tingles your spine. <<dialogue "Theseus" "I'll take that as a compliment. Coming from you, it means a lot.">>You step closer, your heart pounding in your chest. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It is a compliment. A sincere one.">> You both say your goodbyes and as you walk off the training grounds together, arms brushing, hearts pounding, you can't help but feel that this is the start of something special, something worth fighting for. And you're ready to see where this journey takes you, one step at a time. [[few days later|Peregrine 6]]

As the days turn into weeks, you find yourself looking forward to your sparring sessions with an eager anticipation that transcends the thrill of combat. The training grounds, usually bustling with activity, become your secret sanctuary as the sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows that dance and sway with the evening breeze. There, under the cover of twilight, you meet him. The air is cool, and the world is quiet, except for the distant hum of the polis and the occasional hoot of an owl. The first few nights resemble your initial sparring sessions... filled with playful banter, mutual respect, and a growing understanding of each other's fighting styles. You push each other, but always with a sense of control, a silent agreement that neither of you wants to cause real harm. The clashing of wooden swords echoes through the empty grounds, creating a rhythmic symphony that speaks of skill, strategy, and the thrill of the challenge. But tonight, something feels different. The air is charged with an unspoken tension, a spark that ignites your nerves and makes your heart race. His eyes reflect a hunger that mirrors your own, a passion that blazes with intensity. You taunt him, your voice a low, teasing murmur as you circle each other, swords at the ready.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Come on, soldier. Show me your true abilities. Don't hold back on my account.">>A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face, and you realize you've goaded him into a place where he won't hold back. You've never seen him attack with such ferocity before. His eyes flash with a fierce intensity as he lunges, his sword a blur. You meet his onslaught head-on, your sword moving with a speed and precision fueled by desperation and adrenaline. The impact of his blows jars your arms, and you can feel the power behind his strikes... a raw, unbridled force that breaks down your body. You grunt with effort, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as you struggle to match his intensity with your own. But he is relentless, a whirlwind of steel and muscle, his sword a deadly extension of his arm as he presses his advantage, driving you back step by step.<<dialogue "Theseus" "Too much? You wanted to see what I've got. Here it is.">>With your teeth clenched in defense, you shake your head. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Don't... stop">> you pant, your voice a strained whisper. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Just... give me a moment.">> [[Protect yourself|Peregrine 7]]

But he doesn't slow down. If anything, he intensifies his efforts, launching attacks that are faster, harder, and more brutal. You feel the sting of impact and the ache in your muscles as you struggle to block him, to parry him, and to hold him at bay. Your breaths are ragged, your heart pounding wildly as you fight to keep up, trying to match his ferocious pace. Pain blooms across your ribcage as his sword connects, the force of the blow knocking the wind out of you. You stumble; your vision is swimming as you fight to stay upright and maintain your guard. But he doesn't relent, his attacks coming faster and more violently. You feel the sting of impact and the ache in your muscles as you struggle to block, parry, and hold him at bay.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Stop">> you gasp, your voice a desperate plea. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Please... slow down.">>But he is lost in his frenzy, his eyes wild, his breaths coming in ragged, animalistic pants. He doesn't hear you, doesn't see you... he is a beast, a force of nature, and you are his prey. Panic rises within you, and terror grips you as you realize he will neither stop nor slow down. You are at his mercy, and he shows none. Desperation fuels your actions as you draw upon your elemental power, the air around you shimmering with an otherworldly energy. You channel this power into a gust of wind, a violent, invisible force that slams into him, sending him staggering back, his eyes wide with shock.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Enough">> you say, your voice steady and calm, a stark contrast to the chaos surrounding you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I said stop">> [[Fight back|Peregrine 8]]

But before you can respond, he lunges at you again, his sword raised, his eyes wild once more.<<dialogue "Theseus" "I can't stop. Not until I've proven myself.">>His sudden attack forces you to stagger back. Panic surges through your veins as you raise your sword to block his onslaught. The intensity of his blows drives you backward, and you know you can't match his strength head-on. Desperation fuels your actions as you tap into your elemental power, the air around you shimmering with an otherworldly energy. With a quick, fluid motion, you channel this power into a powerful gust of wind, directing it at him with precision. The invisible force collides with him, lifting him off his feet and sending him flying across the training grounds. He lands with a thud, a cloud of dust billowing up around him, his sword clattering to the ground beside him. You stand there, chest heaving, heart pounding wildly as you stare at him, breaths coming in ragged gasps. The air around you is charged with tension, a palpable energy that crackles and hums with your residual power. He looks up at you, eyes wide with shock and awe, chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggles to catch his breath. Slowly, he rises to his feet, his gaze never leaving yours.<<dialogue "Theseus" "You're powerful. More powerful than I ever imagined.">>You nod, your voice steady and calm, a stark contrast to the chaos surrounding you.<<dialogue "Philtra" "And you are passionate, more so than I anticipated. But next time, let’s find a balance, hmm? Neither of us wants to cause real harm.">> <<set $courage +=1>><<set $elementalpower +=5>> [[Talk it out|Peregrine 9]]

As the adrenaline begins to subside, you and Theseus walk side by side through the quiet training grounds, the cool night air helping to calm your racing hearts. The tension between you has shifted, evolving into something more profound and complex.<<dialogue "Theseus" "I'm sorry about that. Sometimes, especially with things I'm passionate about, I tend to overreact. I didn’t mean to lose control like that.">>You glance at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, and offer a small, reassuring smile.<<dialogue "Philtra" "It's alright. I should have known better than to provoke you like that. I'm sorry, too. I didn’t realize how intense it would get.">>He returns your smile, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes.<<dialogue "Theseus" "Well, you did ask about my ability. And I showed you, didn’t I?">>You laugh softly, the sound echoing through the empty grounds.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, you did. And more than that, you revealed a part of yourself that you usually keep hidden... a raw, primal force that’s both terrifying and exhilarating.">>He nods, his expression turning serious again.<<dialogue "Theseus" "That’s a side of me that not many people see. It’s something I struggle with... my passion and intensity. But with you, it’s different. You bring out something in me that I can’t control.">>You stop walking and turn to face him, your expression soft and understanding.<<dialogue "Philtra" "And that’s okay. We all have demons and passions that can overwhelm us. The important thing is learning to control them, to channel them in a way that doesn’t harm others.">>He reaches out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your skin.<<dialogue "Theseus" "You’re right. And I promise I’ll work on it. I’ll find that balance.">>You cover his hand with yours, holding it to your cheek, your eyes locked onto his. [[Open up to Theseus|Peregrine 10]]

<<dialogue "Theseus" "Now, tell me more about yourself. Tell me more about your powers. You've shown me a glimpse, but I want to know more.">>You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the confession.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Alright. But you have to promise not to think I'm strange or frightening.">><<dialogue "Theseus" "I promise. Nothing you say could make me think less of you.">>You nod, taking his hand in yours, your thumb tracing idle patterns on his skin as you begin to speak.<<dialogue "Philtra" "My mother, Medaea, is a witch. She can control the elements, bending them to her will. And she passed that gift on to me.">>His eyes widen in fascination, and his grip on your hand tightens slightly.<<dialogue "Theseus" "That's incredible. I've heard stories of such people, but I've never met anyone with such powers before.">>You smile, a touch of pride in your voice.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, it's a rare gift. But it comes with its set of challenges. Controlling the elements is not as simple as it seems; it takes a great deal of focus, strength, and understanding.">>He nods, his expression thoughtful.<<dialogue "Theseus" "I can imagine. And you've been training with your mother? Learning to harness this power?">>You shake your head, a sad smile playing on your lips.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Partly. My mother imparted the fundamentals to me, but I had to learn to control my powers and make them a part of me.">>He pulls you into a tight embrace, his voice a low, comforting murmur in your ear.<<dialogue "Theseus" "I'm here now, and I want to help you, to support you in any way I can.">>You lean into his embrace, feeling warmth spread through you at his words and his offer of support.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Theseus. That means a lot to me. And I want to help you too, to support you in your journey.">>He pulls back, looking into your eyes, a determined glint in his gaze.<<dialogue "Theseus" "Then we'll do it together. We'll face whatever comes our way, side by side. We'll find that balance and control that makes us stronger, not just as individuals, but as a team.">>You smile, feeling a sense of resolve and determination course through your veins.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Together">> you agree, your voice steady and sure. <<dialogue "Philtra" "We'll face it all together.">> [[Theseus's request|Peregrine 11]]

As you both stand there, the weight of your shared experiences hanging in the air, he takes a deep breath, his expression turning serious and hopeful.<<dialogue "Theseus" "Philtra, I have a request. Would you consider accompanying me on my journey to Athens?">>You raise an eyebrow, intrigued but cautious.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Athens? That's quite a journey. Tell me more about this mission of yours.">>He nods, understanding your need for more information.<<dialogue "Theseus" "I'm in the king's army now, but it's not my final destination. I have work to do in Athens, and that's where I'm ultimately headed. Being in the army has given me the knowledge and experience I need, but my true purpose lies elsewhere. I want you by my side as I embark on this next chapter.">>You listen intently, taking in every word, your expression thoughtful.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I see. And what exactly is this work you have to do in Athens? What drives you there?">>He pauses, choosing his words carefully.<<dialogue "Theseus" "It's a personal mission, one that involves uncovering truths and righting wrongs. I want to explore the libraries, seek out mentors, and gain the wisdom I need to fulfill my destiny.">> [[A tentative response|Peregrine 12]]

You nod, understanding his ambition and the depth of his conviction.<<dialogue "Philtra" "That's a noble pursuit. But I need to consider my own circumstances and duties. I can't just leave everything behind on a whim.">>He reaches out, taking your hands in his, his grip warm and reassuring.<<dialogue "Theseus" "I wouldn't ask you to. I just want you to know that you're invited to join me. If your circumstances permit and if you feel called to this journey, I would be honored to have you by my side.">>You smile.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you for the invitation. It means a lot to me. Let me know once you've decided on your exact plans and timeline. If I can align my duties with your journey, I would be more than happy to accompany you.">>He leans in, his voice a low, sincere murmur.<<dialogue "Theseus" "Thank you, Philtra. Your support means the world to me. I promise, I'll keep you updated on everything, and we'll make this decision together.">>You nod, feeling a sense of partnership and mutual respect.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Together">> You agree, your voice steady and sure. <<dialogue "Philtra" "We'll face whatever comes our way, together.">> <<if visited("Lie to your mother and conceal today's events") > 0>> [[Go home and go to sleep|Erythia 1]] <<else>> [[Go home and go to sleep|Erythia 20]] <</if>>

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As you stand there, basking in the glow of your triumph, you realize that you have completed all three trials and are now a full-fledged devotee of the goddess Aphrodite. A sense of pride and accomplishment washes over you as you reflect on the journey that brought you to this point. You think of your mother and the deep desire she had for you to achieve this, and a warm happiness spreads through you at the thought of returning to her with this incredible news. Eros with his playful demeanor, without saying a word, sweeps you up in his arms and starts flying away from the pathways. Your body is as light as a feather in his arms as you wrap your arms around his neck to secure yourself on to him. He speeds up and flies you through a cloud, dispersing that cloud and consequentially making you both a little wet. You let out a playful laugh as you go through the clouds. A particularly vast and dense cloud catches his eye. With a powerful beat of his wings, he flies to the top of that cloud and lands gently. He slowly places you on top of the cloud too. It feels like a snow-covered plain but without the biting cold. It's soft and inviting, and thus you take a step forward tentatively, your feet sinking slightly into the cloud, leaving footprints that quickly fill back in, as if the cloud is healing itself. It's spongy and supportive, yet slightly giving. You can feel the cloud's energy, a subtle hum of power that resonates through your body, making you feel alive and connected to something greater than yourself. You nod, a sense of awe and reverence washing over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It's incredible, Eros. I've never felt anything like it.">> [[Eros has a surprise|Trials 21]]

Eros, noticing your cheery state, interrupts your thoughts with a broad, proud smile.<<dialogue "Eros" "Good job. I always knew you could do it. You might have stumbled along the way, but you were always destined to succeed in the trials, one way or another.">>His eyes shine with pride, and you can sense there's more to his gaze than just congratulations. He looks you up and down, taking in your naked form, and you suddenly become aware of your own nakedness. A spark of curiosity and desire ignites within you as you return the favor, your eyes lingering on his godly phallus, appreciating every little detail. He notices your hungry gaze and continues, a mischievous glint in his eye.<<dialogue "Eros" "Funny thing about 'destiny'... I hope you don't mind me breaking another surprise for you.">>You turn to face him, your voice a sultry whisper.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Well, what is it?">>He steps in close, his movements deliberate as he takes in your scent, a playful smile on his lips.<<dialogue "Eros" "I was destined to take something from you in exchange for guiding you through the trials, you know.">>His hands begin to explore, starting at your thighs and slowly moving upward. He reaches your most intimate place and inserts two fingers, his touch expert and confident. All the while, he kisses your neck from behind, his breath hot on your skin, and gropes your left breast with his free hand, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You part your legs slightly, welcoming the intrusion, your breath coming in soft gasps. He takes his time, exploring your most sensitive areas, his touch both tender and commanding. When he finally touches your hymen, he pauses, a satisfied smile on his lips.<<dialogue "Eros" "Ah... there it is, what was promised to me">> he murmurs, his voice low and husky. You understand now, the depth of your mother's insistence on preserving your virginity. It was all leading to this moment, this encounter with Eros. You turn to face him, your eyes locked onto his, and bring your lips to his in a passionate kiss, sealing your fate and embracing your destiny. [[Embrace your destiny|Trials 22]]

He breaks the kiss, his breath ragged, and trails kisses down your neck, across your collarbone, and lower still. He takes one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and nipping gently, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. You arch your back, pressing yourself against him, wanting more. You whisper, your voice hoarse with desire. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Please, don't tease me any longer.">>He continues his exploration, his hands and mouth working in tandem to drive you wild. He moves lower, his tongue tracing a path down your stomach, dipping into your navel, before continuing downward. He settles between your legs, his breath hot on your sensitive quim. He starts to lick and suck, his tongue expertly teasing your clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. You grip his hair, holding him close, your hips bucking against his mouth as you chase your release. He slides two fingers inside you again, curling them to hit that sweet spot, and you cry out, your body tensing as your orgasm builds. He never lets up, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony, pushing you higher and higher until you finally feel the wave, your body shaking with the force of your release. [[Give yourself to him|Trials 23]]

He leans in, his lips capturing yours in a slow, deep kiss that leaves you breathless. His hands explore your body, tracing the curves of your hips and the swell of your breasts. You can feel his desire, hard and insistent, pressing against you, and it only serves to heighten your own arousal. He kneels before you, his hands on your hips as he looks up at you, his eyes filled with adoration and desire. He leans in, his tongue tracing a path up your inner thigh, making you gasp and grip his hair for support. He takes his time, teasing and tasting, his hands roaming your body, squeezing and caressing, driving you wild with desire. He continues his exploration, his tongue and lips working their magic as he moves closer to your quim. You can feel his hot breath on your skin, sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. He takes his time, teasing you, tasting you, his tongue expertly circling and flicking, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. He uses his hands to spread your folds wider, giving him better access, and you can feel his fingers gently probing, exploring, adding to the overwhelming sensations coursing through your veins. He finds a rhythm, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony, building your pleasure higher and higher. <<shake>>You grip his hair tighter, your hips bucking against his mouth as you chase your release. The cool mist of the cloud contrasts with the heat of his touch, the dual sensations driving you wild, making you feel lightheaded and intoxicated with desire. Your moans are coming out raggedly.<</shake>> His pace is unrelenting, his touch and taste sending you spiraling towards the edge. You can feel your orgasm building, your body tensing, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. He slides two fingers inside you and quickens your journey to the end, and you cry out, your body convulsing as your release crashes over you, wave after wave of pleasure washing through you, leaving you spent. [[Return the favor|Trials 24]]

With no need of words to be exchanged between you two. You both want and need the same release. You start pushing him down as he is on his knees before you. He complies, lowering himself onto the soft, yielding surface of the cloud, his body relaxed and ready. You straddle his hips, leaning down to capture his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He responds eagerly, his hands roaming your body, squeezing and caressing, reigniting the fire between you. You break the kiss and trail your lips down his neck, your tongue tasting his skin, your teeth nipping gently, eliciting low groans of pleasure from him. You continue your journey downward, your hands exploring his chest, his abs, and the defined lines of his body, a testament to his divine nature. You lean down, your tongue tracing the length of his phallus, tasting his saltiness, feeling his velvety smoothness. He groans, his hips bucking slightly, his hands gripping the cloud beneath him for support. You take your time, exploring him, tasting him, learning what he likes, and what makes him shudder and groan. You wrap your hand around the base of him, your mouth and tongue working in tandem, creating a sensation that has him writhing and panting. You can feel his pleasure building, his body tensing, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. You increase your pace, your hand and mouth moving in a rhythm that drives him wild. You understand his orgasm is building, and you redouble your efforts, wanting to push him over the precipice, to feel him lose control. <<bounce>>With a final, powerful thrust of his hips, he cries out, his release pulsing into your mouth, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. You continue to stroke and lick, gentling your touch as he comes down from his high, his breaths slowly returning to normal.<</bounce>> [[You realize something important|Trials 25]]

As you both lie there, your bodies entwined, your breaths slowly returning to normal, you can't help but reflect on the intensity of what just transpired. You look up at Eros, his eyes filled with adoration, and you feel a deep sense of contentment and connection. But as you do, you realize something unexpected. You lick your lips, tasting the remnants of him, and your eyes widen in surprise. Your voice filled with wonder, you say, <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your... essence. It's not salty like I expected. It's sweet, almost like nectar, and it's not just that. It's... addictive. I can feel it coursing through my veins, filling me with energy, with life.">> He props himself up on one elbow, looking down at you with fascination. <<dialogue "Eros" "Yeah. Divine beings seem to have that effect on others. And I'm glad that my essence brings you such vitality and strength. In case you did not know, your essence is just as powerful too. I felt it as well.">> Your heart is filled with pride and gratitude, and in a low voice you mumble,<<dialogue "Philtra" "Aphrodite, my dear goddess, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for this incredible gift.">> [[You are ready for whats next|Trials 26]]

As you both stand there, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, the world around you seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you and the profound connection you share. He leans over to you, capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss. His hands explore your body, igniting a fire within you that burns hotter with each touch. You can feel his phallus pressing against you, and it only serves to heighten your own arousal. You break the kiss, your breath coming in ragged gasps, and look into his eyes, your voice a soft whisper. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Eros, I'm ready. I want this. I want you.">>He smiles, a tender, loving smile that melts your heart. <<dialogue "Eros" "I'll be gentle. I promise.">>He pushes you down, making you lie down on your back. He positions himself between your legs, his eyes locked onto yours as his phallus slowly enters your quim. <<pulse>>You feel a slight sting as he breaks through your hymen, a sharp, brief pain that makes you gasp<</pulse>> But as he continues to push inside, the discomfort gives way to a sensation of fullness, of completion, that is unlike anything you've ever experienced. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him deeper, your body adjusting to his size, your hips moving in sync with his. The sensation is overwhelming, a tenderness that brings tears to your eyes. You can feel every inch of him, the way he fills you completely, the way his body moves against yours, and the way his breath mingles with your own. He starts to move, his hips rolling in a steady, rhythmic pace, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body. You meet his movements, your hips rising to match his, your bodies moving in perfect harmony as if they were made for each other. The cloud beneath you supports and cradles you, adding a unique sensation to your lovemaking, making you feel weightless and free. [[Embrace this sensation|Trials 27]]

You reach up, pulling him down for a kiss, pouring all your love and gratitude into it. He responds eagerly, his arms wrapping around you, holding you close as he continues to move inside you, his pace slow and tender, designed to build your pleasure gradually. You can feel your body responding to his, the pleasure building with each thrust, each kiss, each touch. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close, your lips never leaving his as you lose yourself in the sensation of him, of us, of this perfect moment amidst the clouds. <<shake>>After what feels like an eternity of thrusting, his movements become more urgent and more desperate as he chases his release. You can feel your own orgasm building, your body tensing as you climb higher and higher, until finally, with a cry, you both shatter, your bodies shaking with the force of your releases, suspended above the world in a moment of bliss. <</shake>> As you both come down from your high, Eros rolls off you, pulling you into a comforting embrace, his lips pressing gentle kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, and your lips. You snuggle into his hold, feeling a sense of satisfaction and closure wash over you. You've given him your virginity, and in doing so, you've fulfilled a promise you made to yourself and to your mother. [[You have fulfilled your promise|Trials 28]]

Eros breaks the silence, his voice filled with genuine gratitude.<<dialogue "Eros" "Thank you for preserving your virginity and for choosing me to be your first. It means a lot to me, and I'm honored that you trusted me with this gift. There is a lot of things that you do not know about yourself but this journey is yours alone and it is not my place to reveal that to you now.">>You smile, a sense of pride and accomplishment shining in your eyes.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Well.... thank you for being so gentle with me. I'm glad that my first time was with you. It's a memory I'll always cherish..... And you are not going to tell me about that cryptic warning, Are you?">>He laughs and says<<dialogue "Eros" "No....absolutely not.">>Eros suddenly sits up, a mischievous glint in his eye. He leans down and scoops you up into his arms, holding you effortlessly against his chest. You let out a soft gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Eros, what are you doing?">> you ask, your voice a playful whisper. He smiles, a secretive smile that piques your interest. <<dialogue "Eros" "There's one more task before I can take you back down. A final surprise that I think you'll enjoy.">> [[What could this surpise be you wonder|Trials 29]]

He begins to fly with confident beating of his wings, carrying you through the clouds as if it were the easiest thing in the world. The cool mist swirls around you, the sensation is both invigorating and soothing, and a sense of adventure and anticipation builds within you. As you travel, the landscape changes, the simple stone walkway giving way to a more adorned path. The walkways and the surroundings are lined with luminescent flowers, their petals glowing softly against the sunlight, casting an ethereal light that guides your way. The stones beneath your feet are smooth and polished, creating a mesmerizing display that leaves you in awe. Eros carries you to an ornate door, its surface intricately carved to tell a story. The door is made of a shimmering material, unlike anything you've ever seen, and it pulses with a soft, otherworldly energy. You reach out, your fingers tracing the carvings, feeling the power that radiates from it. Eros sets you down gently, his hands on your shoulders as he turns you to face him.<<dialogue "Eros" "Whatever happens beyond this door is not for me to witness. It's a gift from Aphrodite, a reward for your devotion and for the trials you've undertaken. Go inside and experience the wonders that await you. I'll be right here, waiting for you when you're ready to return.">>You look into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and excitement reflected back at you. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever lies beyond the door, and nod, a determined smile on your lips. <<if $aphroditefavor > 4>> [[What is behind the door|Trials 30]] <<else>> [[What is behind the door|Trials 52]] <</if>>

As you push open the ornate door, a wave of warm, fragrant air washes over you, carrying with it the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the faintest hint of something more intoxicating. The door closes behind you with a soft, final click, leaving you alone in a lush, vibrant garden that seems to stretch out in all directions. The garden is a riot of colors, with flowers of every shape and size blooming in abundance. Their petals shimmer and glow, casting a soft, enchanting light that dances and flickers, creating a mesmerizing display. The air is filled with the gentle rustle of leaves, the sounds of nature blending harmoniously to create a symphony of tranquility and beauty. As you take a few tentative steps forward, you notice a figure bent over a bed of flowers, carefully tending to the blooms with a gentle touch. The figure is that of a woman, her back to you, her movements graceful and fluid. She is dressed in a simple, flowing gown the color of fresh cream, her hair a cascade of golden curls that spill down her back. You approach her cautiously, your heart pounding in your chest as you realize the significance of her presence. As you get closer, she turns to face you, and you are struck by her beauty. Her eyes are a deep, captivating blue, her lips full and inviting,and her skin flawless and radiant. She smiles at you, a warm, welcoming smile that puts you at ease despite the awe you feel in her presence. You fall to your knees, your head bowed in reverence, your voice filled with gratitude and devotion.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty, I thank you for appearing before me. I am honored by your presence and humbled by your grace.">>The goddess Aphrodite looks down at you, her expression one of kindness and affection. She reaches out, her fingers gently lifting your chin so that you are forced to meet her gaze.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Rise, child. There is no need for such formalities between us. I am here because I wish to see you, to congratulate you on your journey and to offer you a gift.">>You stand, your eyes never leaving hers, your voice a soft whisper.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, goddess. Your kindness knows no bounds. I am forever in your debt.">>She smiles, a secretive, knowing smile that holds a world of promises and mysteries.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Come, walk with me, Philtra. Let us talk.">> [[Walk with the goddess|Trials 31]]

Aphrodite takes your hand, her touch cool and soothing, and leads you deeper into the garden. The path beneath your feet is soft and yielding, as if walking on a plush carpet of the finest silk. The flowers around you seem to lean in, their petals brushing against your skin, leaving a trail of shimmering dust that sparkles in the ethereal light. she begins, her voice like music, a melody that seems to resonate within your very soul,<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "you have shown great devotion and strength in your journey. You have proven yourself worthy, and for that, I am pleased. I have a great honor to bestow upon you, a responsibility that will shape the fate of mortals and gods alike.">>You listen intently, your heart swelling with pride and a sense of purpose. Aphrodite pauses, turning to face you, her eyes holding a depth of wisdom and power that is both awe-inspiring and humbling.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "From this day forward, you are my champion, Philtra. You will represent me in the mortal realm, executing my will and spreading my influence. You are the embodiment of my love, beauty, and desire. Through you, I will shape the hearts and minds of mortals, guiding them towards passion, compassion, and unity.">> [[Aphrodite continues|Trials 32]]

Aphrodite's expression turns serious, her voice taking on a tone of gravity and concern.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "But know this, Philtra, the world is in a state of flux. Zeus, the king of the gods, has been absent for some time now. His whereabouts are unknown, and with him gone, the other gods have grown emboldened. They meddle in the affairs of mortals more than ever, each with their own agendas and desires.">>She pauses, her gaze distant as if seeing visions of the future.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "The Veil of Selene’s Embrace has descended, a rare and powerful phenomenon that allows the gods to interact more freely with the mortal realm. Some, like me, have chosen champions to do our bidding, while others have descended themselves, taking advantage of this unique opportunity.">>Aphrodite's voice drops to a whisper, a note of warning underlying her words.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Among those who seek to create chaos and make their mark is Ares, the god of war. He is a force to be reckoned with, and he is uniting other similar minded divine beings to his cause. His thirst for conflict and conquest knows no bounds, and if left unchecked, he will bring untold destruction to the mortal world.">>She looks down at her flowers, caressing them and says<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "But there are those who oppose him, who believe in a different path. Athena, the goddess of wisdom, for instance, chooses to let fate take its course, refusing to interfere directly in the affairs of men. She believes that the natural order should prevail, that the actions of mortals should shape their own destiny.">> She also adds a stern warning<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "One more thing, you must not reveal the connection between us to anyone except your mother. Be suspicious of anyone else, be it friends or family. No one else can know about this. And do not worry about pregnancy, I have instructed Ilithyia, the god of pregnancy and childbirth, not to bless you with a child until I say so. So, you will not get pregnant until you succeed in your mission and things go back to normal. I apologize, if my decision upsets you.">>you accept this decision and respond <<dialogue "Philtra" "No need to apologize my queen, I understand your decision. I agree that carrying a child might interfere with my abilities to complete the mission. This life and body belongs to you and so I will dedicate myself to your cause.">>With her eyes filled with pride and adoration, she says<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Your devotion and dedication is truly touching, I am proud to have you as my champion and represent me.">> [[A warning from Aphrodite|Trials 33]]

Aphrodite's eyes flash with determination, her voice steady and resolute.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Your first mission is to stop the upcoming war in Olympia. Ares's plans must be thwarted, and love must triumph over war. You will go to Olympia and prevent the conflict, using your wit, your charm, and your newfound powers to bring peace and unity to the polis.">>She steps back, her expression turning somber.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "But know this, your journey will not be easy. Your life, and the lives of your parents, are crucial to your success. Should either of them fall, your mission will be in jeopardy, and you will fail in your duty to me. Protect them, guide them, and ensure that they remain safe and unharmed.">>Aphrodite's voice takes on a note of caution, her eyes holding a stern warning.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "And remember, violence should be your last resort. It is a tool of the gods of war and strife, not of love and desire. If you resort to violence unnecessarily, you will face my scorn, and your path will be much more difficult.">>She smiles, a soft, encouraging smile that fills you with renewed determination and courage.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "But I have faith in you. I see great potential in you, a strength and a compassion that will serve you well on your journey.">> <<if $courage > 4 and $sexuality > 4 and $intellect > 4>> [[Aphrodite's boons to you|Trials 34]] <<elseif $courage > 4 and $intellect > 4 and $sexuality <= 4>> [[Aphrodite's boons to you|Trials 35]] <<elseif $courage > 4 and $sexuality > 4 and $intellect <= 4>> [[Aphrodite's boons to you|Trials 36]] <<elseif $intellect > 4 and $sexuality > 4 and $courage <= 4>> [[Aphrodite's boons to you|Trials 37]] <<elseif $intellect > 4 and $sexuality <= 4 and $courage <= 4>> [[Aphrodite's boon to you|Trials 38]] <<elseif $sexuality > 4 and $courage <= 4 and $intellect <= 4>> [[Aphrodite's boon to you|Trials 39]] <<elseif $courage > 4 and $sexuality <= 4 and $intellect <= 4>> [[Aphrodite's boon to you|Trials 40]] <</if>>

Aphrodite takes a step closer, her voice soft and intimate as she leans in to share her first boon.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Your journey will be one of passion and connection. Since you embrace your sexuality as a tool in your adventures, I grant you this boon: the Nectar of Eternal Union.">>She reaches out, her fingers tracing a delicate pattern on your forehead, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "This gift allows you to absorb a fragment of your partner’s essence during your intimate moments. By consuming their juices as they peak and finish, you will gradually assimilate a small portion of their skills, knowledge, or power. It's a slow process, so use it wisely and sparingly. Overuse can lead to emotional strain or dependency. And you dont get to pick and choose the skill or knowledge that you want to gather, what you pick up over time will be upto fate and not your will, Once it starts manifesting in you, you can either choose cultivate it further or reject it altogether.">>You feel a warm, comforting energy spread through you, settling in your core.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Aphrodite. I will honor this gift and use it with care.">>Aphrodite smiles, clearly pleased with your response. <<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Remember, this power requires you to actively hone the absorbed trait. It won't come to you overnight, but with practice and dedication, you will see the benefits.">> [[The next boon|Trials 41]]

She steps back, her expression turning serious as she prepares to bestow her first boon.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Your intellect is a powerful weapon, Philtra. To complement that, I grant you the boon: Thread of the Golden Tongue.">>Her hands move in a fluid, graceful motion, weaving an invisible thread in the air between you.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "This ability allows you to subtly influence your partner’s desires and actions during sexual intimacy. You can guide their thoughts or decisions, aligning them with your intentions. But remember, it's not absolute and hinges on emotional connection.">>You nod, understanding the depth of this power and the responsibility that comes with it.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I will use this gift wisely, Aphrodite. I promise to respect the emotions and will of my partners.">>She nods, satisfied with your commitment. <<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Success depends on their emotional openness and your mental focus. Strong-willed individuals or divine beings might sense the manipulation, so be cautious. Misuse of this power risks breaking trust, so tread carefully, my champion.">> <<set $threadOfTheGoldenTongue to true>> [[The next boon|Trials 44]]

Aphrodite takes a step closer, her voice soft and intimate as she leans in to share her first boon.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Your journey will be one of passion and connection. Since you embrace your sexuality as a tool in your adventures, I grant you this boon: the Nectar of Eternal Union.">>She reaches out, her fingers tracing a delicate pattern on your forehead, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "This gift allows you to absorb a fragment of your partner’s essence during your intimate moments. By consuming their juices as they peak and finish, you will gradually assimilate a small portion of their skills, knowledge, or power. It's a slow process, so use it wisely and sparingly. Overuse can lead to emotional strain or dependency. And you dont get to pick and choose the skill or knowledge that you want to gather, what you pick up over time will be upto fate and not your will, Once it starts manifesting in you, you can either choose cultuvate it further or reject it altogether.">>You feel a warm, comforting energy spread through you, settling in your core.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Aphrodite. I will honor this gift and use it with care.">>Aphrodite smiles, clearly pleased with your response. <<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Remember, this power requires you to actively hone the absorbed trait. It won't come to you overnight, but with practice and dedication, you will see the benefits.">> <<set $nectarOfEternalUnion to true>> [[The next boon|Trials 44]]

Aphrodite takes a step closer, her voice soft and intimate as she leans in to share her first boon.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Your journey will be one of passion and connection. Since you embrace your sexuality as a tool in your adventures, I grant you this boon: the Nectar of Eternal Union.">>She reaches out, her fingers tracing a delicate pattern on your forehead, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "This gift allows you to absorb a fragment of your partner’s essence during your intimate moments. By consuming their juices as they peak and finish, you will gradually assimilate a small portion of their skills, knowledge, or power. It's a slow process, so use it wisely and sparingly. Overuse can lead to emotional strain or dependency. And you dont get to pick and choose the skill or knowledge that you want to gather, what you pick up over time will be upto fate and not your will, Once it starts manifesting in you, you can either choose cultuvate it further or reject it altogether.">>You feel a warm, comforting energy spread through you, settling in your core.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Aphrodite. I will honor this gift and use it with care.">>Aphrodite smiles, clearly pleased with your response. <<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Remember, this power requires you to actively hone the absorbed trait. It won't come to you overnight, but with practice and dedication, you will see the benefits.">> <<set $nectarOfEternalUnion to true>> [[The next boon|Trials 45]]

She steps back, her expression turning serious as she prepares to bestow a boon.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Your intellect is a powerful weapon, Philtra. To complement that, I grant you the boon: Thread of the Golden Tongue.">>Her hands move in a fluid, graceful motion, weaving an invisible thread in the air between you.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "This ability allows you to subtly influence your partner’s desires and actions during sexual intimacy. You can guide their thoughts or decisions, aligning them with your intentions. But remember, it's not absolute and hinges on emotional connection.">>You nod, understanding the depth of this power and the responsibility that comes with it.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I will use this gift wisely, Aphrodite. I promise to respect the emotions and will of my partners.">>She nods, satisfied with your commitment. <<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Success depends on their emotional openness and your mental focus. Strong-willed individuals or divine beings might sense the manipulation, so be cautious. Misuse of this power risks breaking trust, so tread carefully, my champion.">>With that, Aphrodite steps back, her expression one of pride and confidence.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "You are ready, Philtra. Go forth with these boons, and let them guide you on your journey. Remember, love and desire are your greatest strengths, and with them, you will shape the world in our image.">>you say<<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you for entrusting me with these boons. I will not fail you, my dear goddess.">> and start walking back to the door, determined to succeed in your mission. <<set $threadOfTheGoldenTongue to true>> [[Time to return to Eros|Trials 43]]

Aphrodite takes a step closer, her voice soft and intimate as she leans in to share a boon.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Your journey will be one of passion and connection. Since you embrace your sexuality as a tool in your adventures, I grant you this boon: the Nectar of Eternal Union.">>She reaches out, her fingers tracing a delicate pattern on your forehead, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "This gift allows you to absorb a fragment of your partner’s essence during your intimate moments. By consuming their juices as they peak and finish, you will gradually assimilate a small portion of their skills, knowledge, or power. It's a slow process, so use it wisely and sparingly. Overuse can lead to emotional strain or dependency. And you dont get to pick and choose the skill or knowledge that you want to gather, what you pick up over time will be upto fate and not your will, Once it starts manifesting in you, you can either choose cultuvate it further or reject it altogether.">>You feel a warm, comforting energy spread through you, settling in your core.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Aphrodite. I will honor this gift and use it with care.">>Aphrodite smiles, clearly pleased with your response. <<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Remember, this power requires you to actively hone the absorbed trait. It won't come to you overnight, but with practice and dedication, you will see the benefits.">>With that, Aphrodite steps back, her expression one of pride and confidence.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "You are ready, Philtra. Go forth with these boons, and let them guide you on your journey. Remember, love and desire are your greatest strengths, and with them, you will shape the world in our image.">>you say<<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you for entrusting me with these boons. I will not fail you, my dear goddess.">> and start walking back to the door, determined to succeed in your mission. <<set $nectarOfEternalUnion to true>> [[Time to return to Eros|Trials 43]]

Aphrodite takes a deep breath, her eyes shining with pride as she prepares to grant a boon.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "And now, for your selflessness and courage, I bestow upon you the boon: The Pact of the Thorned Guardian.">>She places her hands on your shoulders, her touch grounding and powerful.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "This boon allows you to summon a divine protector from my court to save someone you cherish from mortal danger. It's a singular, sacred power, tied to your courage, and can only be used to protect others, not yourself.">>Tears well up in your eyes as you feel the weight of this responsibility.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Aphrodite, I am honored. I will use this power with true courage and selflessness.">>She smiles, her thumbs gently wiping away your tears.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Remember, Philtra, the protector’s intervention is swift but fleeting. Once invoked, the boon cannot be reused. You must declare your intent clearly, and your resolve to prioritize others will reflect in the power’s activation. Failure to act with true courage may delay or weaken the intervention.">>With that, Aphrodite steps back, her expression one of pride and confidence.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "You are ready, Philtra. Go forth with these boons, and let them guide you on your journey. Remember, love and desire are your greatest strengths, and with them, you will shape the world in our image.">>you say<<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you for entrusting me with these boons. I will not fail you, my dear goddess.">> and start walking back to the door, determined to succeed in your mission. <<set $pactOfTheThornedGuardian to true>> [[Time to return to Eros|Trials 43]]

She steps back, her expression turning serious as she prepares to bestow her second boon.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Your intellect is a powerful weapon, Philtra. To complement that, I grant you the boon: Thread of the Golden Tongue.">>Her hands move in a fluid, graceful motion, weaving an invisible thread in the air between you.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "This ability allows you to subtly influence your partner’s desires and actions during sexual intimacy. You can guide their thoughts or decisions, aligning them with your intentions. But remember, it's not absolute and hinges on emotional connection.">>You nod, understanding the depth of this power and the responsibility that comes with it.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I will use this gift wisely, Aphrodite. I promise to respect the emotions and will of my partners.">>She nods, satisfied with your commitment. <<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Success depends on their emotional openness and your mental focus. Strong-willed individuals or divine beings might sense the manipulation, so be cautious. Misuse of this power risks breaking trust, so tread carefully, my champion.">> [[The next boon|Trials 42]]

Aphrodite takes a deep breath, her eyes shining with pride as she prepares to grant her final boon.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "And now, for your selflessness and courage, I bestow upon you the boon: The Pact of the Thorned Guardian.">>She places her hands on your shoulders, her touch grounding and powerful.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "This boon allows you to summon a divine protector from my court to save someone you cherish from mortal danger. It's a singular, sacred power, tied to your courage, and can only be used to protect others, not yourself.">>Tears well up in your eyes as you feel the weight of this responsibility.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Aphrodite, I am honored. I will use this power with true courage and selflessness.">>She smiles, her thumbs gently wiping away your tears.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Remember, Philtra, the protector’s intervention is swift but fleeting. Once invoked, the boon cannot be reused. You must declare your intent clearly, and your resolve to prioritize others will reflect in the power’s activation. Failure to act with true courage may delay or weaken the intervention.">>With that, Aphrodite steps back, her expression one of pride and confidence.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "You are ready, Philtra. Go forth with these boons, and let them guide you on your journey. Remember, love and desire are your greatest strengths, and with them, you will shape the world in our image.">>you say<<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you for entrusting me with these boons. I will not fail you, my dear goddess.">> and start walking back to the door, determined to succeed in your mission. <<set $nectarOfEternalUnion to true>> <<set $threadOfTheGoldenTongue to true>> <<set $pactOfTheThornedGuardian to true>> [[Time to return to Eros|Trials 43]]

As you turn and make your way back through the lush garden, the flowers seeming to part for you as you walk, their petals brushing against your skin in a gentle, affectionate farewell, you absorb the magnitude of the boons bestowed upon you by Aphrodite, and you feel a sense of purpose and power coursing through your veins. The ornate door looms before you, and as you push it open, you feel a pang of nostalgia, knowing that you are leaving behind a place of pure divine beauty and power. The door closes softly behind you, sealing you off from the garden and the presence of the goddess. Eros is waiting for you, his expression curious but respectful. He steps forward, his voice a low murmur, <<dialogue "Eros" "Philtra, whatever happened in there is not for me to know. I understand that some things are meant to be private, and I respect that. Please, do not divulge any information to me.">>You nod in understanding, appreciating his discretion and respect for your experience.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand.">>He offers you a small, reassuring smile.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Now, Philtra, the choice is yours. Would you like to return to the mortal realm, or is there more you wish to explore up here?">>You take a moment to consider, your mind racing with the new responsibilities and powers you've been given. The mortal realm awaits, filled with challenges and opportunities, and you know that your journey as Aphrodite's champion has only just begun. You curiously think about what you want to do now. <<if $nectarOfEternalUnion and $threadOfTheGoldenTongue>> <li>[[Try using the Nectar of Eternal Union on Eros|Trials 46]]</li> <li>[[Try using the Thread of the Golden Tongue on Eros|Trials 47]]</li> <<elseif $nectarOfEternalUnion>> [[Try using the Nectar of Eternal Union on Eros|Trials 46]] <<elseif $threadOfTheGoldenTongue>> [[Try using the Thread of the Golden Tongue on Eros|Trials 47]] <</if>> [[Return to the mortal realm|Trials 48]]

Aphrodite takes a deep breath, her eyes shining with pride as she prepares to grant her final boon.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "And now, for your selflessness and courage, I bestow upon you the boon: The Pact of the Thorned Guardian.">>She places her hands on your shoulders, her touch grounding and powerful.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "This boon allows you to summon a divine protector from my court to save someone you cherish from mortal danger. It's a singular, sacred power, tied to your courage, and can only be used to protect others, not yourself.">>Tears well up in your eyes as you feel the weight of this responsibility.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Aphrodite, I am honored. I will use this power with true courage and selflessness.">>She smiles, her thumbs gently wiping away your tears.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Remember, Philtra, the protector’s intervention is swift but fleeting. Once invoked, the boon cannot be reused. You must declare your intent clearly, and your resolve to prioritize others will reflect in the power’s activation. Failure to act with true courage may delay or weaken the intervention.">>With that, Aphrodite steps back, her expression one of pride and confidence.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "You are ready, Philtra. Go forth with these boons, and let them guide you on your journey. Remember, love and desire are your greatest strengths, and with them, you will shape the world in our image.">>you say<<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you for entrusting me with these boons. I will not fail you, my dear goddess.">> and start walking back to the door, determined to succeed in your mission. <<set $pactOfTheThornedGuardian to true>> [[Time to return to Eros|Trials 43]]

She steps back, her expression turning serious as she prepares to bestow her final boon.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Your intellect is a powerful weapon, Philtra. To complement that, I grant you the boon: Thread of the Golden Tongue.">>Her hands move in a fluid, graceful motion, weaving an invisible thread in the air between you.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "This ability allows you to subtly influence your partner’s desires and actions during sexual intimacy. You can guide their thoughts or decisions, aligning them with your intentions. But remember, it's not absolute and hinges on emotional connection.">>You nod, understanding the depth of this power and the responsibility that comes with it.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I will use this gift wisely, Aphrodite. I promise to respect the emotions and will of my partners.">>She nods, satisfied with your commitment. <<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Success depends on their emotional openness and your mental focus. Strong-willed individuals or divine beings might sense the manipulation, so be cautious. Misuse of this power risks breaking trust, so tread carefully, my champion.">>With that, Aphrodite steps back, her expression one of pride and confidence.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "You are ready, Philtra. Go forth with these boons, and let them guide you on your journey. Remember, love and desire are your greatest strengths, and with them, you will shape the world in our image.">>you say<<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you for entrusting me with these boons. I will not fail you, my dear goddess.">>and start walking back to the door, determined to succeed in your mission. <<set $threadOfTheGoldenTongue to true>> [[Time to return to Eros|Trials 43]]

You turn to Eros.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I will miss you after I go back to the mortal realm. Let's make the most of our last few minutes here in the Ethereal realm.">>He smiles, a playful glint in his eye.<<dialogue "Eros" "Well... what do you have in mind?">>You kneel down before him, your hands eager and confident as you begin to wrap your fingers around his phallus. His member comes to life, hard and proud, a testament to his desire for you. You lean in, your tongue tracing the length of his shaft, tasting the sweetness of his seed. He groans, his hips bucking slightly as you take him fully into your mouth, your head bobbing up and down as you suck and lick, your hands working in tandem to stroke and tease. <<bounce>>You look up at him, a mischievous smile playing on your lips as you continue to pleasure him. You keep up the pace, your technique flawless. <</bounce>> But despite your best efforts, Eros shows no signs of reaching his climax. You can feel his power, his divine energy, and you know that he is holding back, savoring the moment, wanting to draw out your pleasure. With a playful growl, you push him down onto the soft, cool stone of the walkway, your body straddling his as you position yourself above his throbbing phallus. You take a moment to admire the view, your eyes roaming over his chiseled body, his muscles rippling with anticipation. [[Go further|Trials 49]]

You turn to Eros.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I will miss you after I go back to the mortal realm. Let's make the most of our last few minutes here in the Ethereal realm.">>He smiles, a playful glint in his eye.<<dialogue "Eros" "Well... what do you have in mind?">>You kneel down before him, your hands eager and confident as you begin to wrap your fingers around his phallus. His member comes to life, hard and proud, a testament to his desire for you. You lean in, your tongue tracing the length of his shaft, tasting the sweetness of his seed. He groans, his hips bucking slightly as you take him fully into your mouth, your head bobbing up and down as you suck and lick, your hands working in tandem to stroke and tease. <<bounce>>You look up at him, a mischievous smile playing on your lips as you continue to pleasure him, you keep up the pace, your technique flawless. <</bounce>>As you pleasure him, you decide to seize the moment and ask for a boon that could aid you in your journey. You murmur, pulling back slightly, your lips glistening with his essence.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Grant me a boon, something to help me on my journey. A small fragment of your power, perhaps, or a piece of divine wisdom?">>Eros' eyes glaze over, and he briefly enters a trance. After a second, suddenly, he snaps out of his trance, his eyes flashing with dominance. With a playful growl, he pushes you down onto the cold, soft stone of the walkway, your back arching as you feel the cool surface against your skin. He straddles you, his hands firm and commanding as they grip your hips, lifting you slightly so that your arse is presented to him. [[Did the trick work?|Trials 50]]

<<if visited("Elara 19") > 0>> Eros, still catching his breath, takes your hand and pulls you close, a mischievous glint in his eye.<<dialogue "Eros" "Time to leave.">>He spreads his wings, their feathers shimmering in the ethereal light, and with a powerful beat, he takes to the sky, carrying you with him. As you fly, you pass by several walkways, each one unique and adorned with luminescent flowers and intricate designs. The ethereal realm is a sight to behold, and you realize the beauty that surrounds you with awe and wonder. Eros finally descends, landing gently on a walkway that leads to an ornate door. The door is made of a shimmering material, unlike anything you've ever seen, and it pulses with a soft, otherworldly energy. He turns to you, a serious expression on his face.<<dialogue "Eros" "Beyond this door lies the painting that will take you back. Goodbye, Philtra, for this is where our paths diverge.">>You look into his eyes, feeling a pang of sadness and gratitude. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Eros. For everything. I will never forget this experience I shared with you.">>He smiles, a soft, tender smile that melts your heart.<<dialogue "Eros" "Nor will I. You have shown great strength and courage. I have no doubt that you will fulfill your destiny and make Aphrodite proud.">>With that, you turn and push open the ornate door, stepping into the room beyond. The door closes softly behind you, sealing you off from Eros and the ethereal realm. The room is simple, with a large, ornate painting dominating the space. The painting is a vibrant tapestry of colors and images, depicting a swirling cosmos filled with stars, planets, and ethereal beings. You recognize it immediately as the Woven World of Astralis. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what is to come, and step forward, your hand reaching out to touch the canvas. As your fingers make contact, a surge of energy courses through you, and the world around you begins to shift. The colors of the painting seem to come alive, swirling and spinning, pulling you into the vortex. You feel a sensation of weightlessness, as if you are floating through the cosmos, surrounded by stars and galaxies. When you open your eyes again, you are back in the mortal realm, standing in the academy of Aphrodite. You take a deep breath, your lungs filling with the cool, familiar air, and you know that your journey has truly begun. [[wake back up in the mortal realm|Elara 24]] <<else>> Eros, still catching his breath, reaches into a hidden compartment in his bag of belongings and pulls out a small vial. The vial is made of a shimmering, otherworldly material, and it contains a mysterious, iridescent concoction that seems to glow with an inner light. He hands it to you, his voice soft and serious.<<dialogue "Eros" "Drink this. It will return you to your body in the mortal realm.">>You take the vial, your fingers wrapping around the cool glass, and you bring it to your lips. The liquid inside is sweet and tangy, with a hint of something else... something ancient and powerful. As you swallow, you feel a warm, tingling sensation spread through your body, starting at your core and radiating outward. Your vision blurs, and you close your eyes, focusing on the sensation. Suddenly, you feel a sharp tug, as if an invisible force is pulling you downward. Your spirit leaves the Ethereal realm, and you experience a moment of weightlessness, a feeling of floating through endless space. [[wake back up in the mortal realm|Trials 51]] <</if>>

<<dialogue "Philtra" "Your turn to enjoy the ride">> you murmur, a sultry promise in your voice as you slowly impale yourself on his length, taking him inch by inch, your body stretching to accommodate his size. Eros groans, his hands gripping your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as you begin to ride him, your movements wild and uninhibited. You lean back, your hands on his thighs for leverage as you bounce up and down, your breasts heaving, your nipples hard and begging for attention. Eros notices that obliges, his hands cupping and squeezing, his thumbs circling your sensitive buds, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. You smile, a triumphant, satisfied smile as you continue to ride him, your body slapping against his, the sound of your intense lovemaking echoing through the entire Ethereal realm. You can feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as you chase your release, but you hold back, wanting to draw out the pleasure, wanting to make this moment last. Eros, sensing your restraint, takes control, his hips thrusting up to meet your downward thrusts, his movements matching yours in intensity and pace. Your breaths are coming in ragged gasps, your hearts pounding in unison. With a final, powerful thrust, he releases his seed, spilling it into you, filling you completely. You cry out, your own orgasm crashing over you, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washes through you. You collapse onto his chest, your body slick with sweat, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. While you both recover, you wonder what feature of Eros will take root in you and how long it will take to manifest itself. You say in between slow recovering breaths<<dialogue "Philtra" "I am ready now. Lets go.">> [[Return to the mortal realm|Trials 48]]

<<dialogue "Eros" "I know what you're trying to do">> he says, his voice a low rumble as he delivers a playful smack to your arse cheek, the sound echoing through the Ethereal realm.<<dialogue "Eros" "You're trying to manipulate me, to use your charms to get what you want.">>You gasp, more from surprise than pain, and to your own surprise, you feel a thrill of excitement course through you. Another smack lands, this one a bit harder, and you can feel your body responding, your core tightening with desire. Eros spreads your legs, positioning himself behind you as you remain prone on the walkway. He enters you slowly, his length filling you inch by inch, the sensation overwhelming and intense. You moan, your body arching to meet his, your hands gripping the stone beneath you for support. He begins to move, his hips thrusting against you, his pace steady and relentless. You can feel his power, his divine energy, coursing through you, filling you with a sense of strength and purpose. But just as you start to build towards your climax, he pulls out, leaving you feeling empty and wanting. He waits for your energy to subside. He smiles, a wicked, knowing smile, and with a single powerful thrust, he enters you fully, his body covering yours as he moves with a frenzied pace, chasing his own release. Just as you feel him tense, ready to spill his seed, he pulls out, his hand stroking his length as he finishes, his hot seed spilling onto your back and arse. Once he is done, he lands a couple of smacks on your arse again playfully. You realize Aphordite's warning about trying to use your powers against divine beings, you get over your disappointment and You say in between slow recovering breaths<<dialogue "Philtra" "I am ready now. Lets go.">> [[Return to the mortal realm|Trials 48]]

When you open your eyes again, you are back in your physical body, standing in the woods where you left it. You take a deep breath, your lungs filling with the cool, earthy air of the mortal realm. You feel whole, your spirit and body perfectly aligned once more. You turn to your mother, a smile of relief and joy spreading across your face. "Mother, my trials were successful. I have been chosen by Aphrodite as her champion. Our journey has just begun, but I promise you, we will face it together.">>Medaea's eyes well up with tears of pride and happiness. She pulls you into a tight embrace, her voice choked with emotion. "I am so proud of you. You have brought honor to our family, and I know that great things await you. I will support you every step of the way.">>With that, you and your parents make your way back through the woods, leaving the sacred grove behind. As you emerge from the trees, after passing through the polis gates and walking further, your house comes into view, a welcoming sight after your long and transformative journey. You take one last look back, a sense of nostalgia and gratitude washing over you. You have left behind your innocence and embraced your destiny. You are no longer just Philtra, the daughter of mortals.... you are Philtra, <<glow>>champion of Aphrodite<</glow>>, and your legend is only just beginning. [[End of chapter 1|AP1]]

Elara stands before you, her expression grave and determined.<<dialogue "Elara" "The time has come. The Veil of Selene’s Embrace is upon us, and with it, our opportunity to ascend to the Ethereal realm.">>You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what is to come. You have trained for this moment, and you are ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I am prepared. Let us begin.">>Elara nods, a hint of pride in her eyes.<<dialogue "Elara" "Very well. Follow me.">> She leads you through the bustling academy, past students engrossed in their studies and trainers honing their skills. You can feel the anticipation building within you. Elara brings you to a secluded room, its door adorned with intricate carvings that seem to shimmer in the dim light. As you enter, your eyes are immediately drawn to the center of the room, where a large, ornate painting dominates the space. The painting is a vibrant tapestry of colors and images, depicting a swirling cosmos filled with stars, planets, and ethereal beings. The detail is breathtaking, and you can feel a subtle energy pulsating from the canvas. [[The woven world of Astralis|Elara 21]]

Elara turns to you, her voice soft but firm.<<dialogue "Elara" "This is the Woven World of Astralis. It is a gateway to the Ethereal realm. To ascend, you must touch the painting with an open mind and a pure heart. The realm will do the rest.">>You nod, taking a step closer to the painting, your heart pounding in your chest.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand. I will not fail.">>Elara places a hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.<<dialogue "Elara" "I have every confidence in you. Now, go. Your journey awaits.">>With that, Elara turns and leaves the room, closing the door behind her. You are alone with the painting, the weight of your mission settling upon your shoulders. You take a deep breath, center yourself, and step forward, your hand reaching out to touch the canvas. As your fingers make contact with the painting, a surge of energy courses through you, and the world around you begins to shift. The colors of the painting seem to come alive, swirling and spinning, pulling you into the vortex. You feel a sensation of weightlessness, as if you are floating through the cosmos, surrounded by stars and galaxies. The Ethereal realm envelops you, its beauty and majesty unlike anything you have ever experienced. You stand in a place that defies description, a realm of pure energy and divine presence. You know, without a doubt, that your journey has truly begun, and you are ready to face whatever comes your way. [[The trial begins|Trials 1]]

Eros moves with a playful, predatory grace. His laughter is a melodic chime that can disarm and entice all at once. His voice is soft yet resonant, with a teasing lilt that weaves suggestion into every word. During rituals, especially under the eclipse, his demeanor shifts to a commanding intensity, his gaze smoldering as he channels divine passion. You take a moment to gather your composure, your heart pounding from the sudden appearance and the overwhelming presence of this divine being. A playful smile spreads across his face as he looks at you, his eyes sparkling with amusement and a touch of curiosity.<<dialogue "Eros" "Well, well, if it isn't Philtra. I've been waiting for you. Ready to face what's ahead?">>You nod, trying to hide the nervousness bubbling inside you.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, I am. It is a pleasure to meet the wonderful Eros in person. I am honored by your presence. I've prepared for this trial. I won't back down.">>His smile widens, and he extends a hand towards you. His touch is gentle yet firm as he takes your hand in his.<<dialogue "Eros" "Then let's get started. But first, there's something you should know. Aphrodite has spoken to me, and she says there's no need for you to undergo the trials. You've already proven yourself worthy through your training with the Hierodules.">>You look at him, astonished.<<dialogue "Philtra" "What do you mean? Why no trials? And what do you mean you have to take what is owed to you?">>Eros' smile turns mischievous, and he closes the distance between you, his voice a low murmur.<<dialogue "Eros" "Your case is an exception as your training with the Hierodules was enough for Aphrodite to decide your future. It speaks volumes about your devotion and strength. As for what I'm owed...Let me show you something.">> [[Where is Eros taking you?|Elara 23]]

Eros with his playful demeanor, without saying a word, sweeps you up in his arms and starts flying away from the pathways. Your body is as light as a feather in his arms as you wrap your arms around his neck to secure yourself on to him. He speeds up and flies you through a cloud, dispersing that cloud and consequentially making you both a little wet. You let out a playful laugh as you go through the clouds. A particularly vast and dense cloud catches his eye. With a powerful beat of his wings, he flies to the top of that cloud and lands gently. He slowly places you on top of the cloud too. It feels like a snow-covered plain but without the biting cold. It's soft and inviting, and thus you take a step forward tentatively, your feet sinking slightly into the cloud, leaving footprints that quickly fill back in, as if the cloud is healing itself. It's spongy and supportive, yet slightly giving. You can feel the cloud's energy, a subtle hum of power that resonates through your body, making you feel alive and connected to something greater than yourself. You nod, a sense of awe and reverence washing over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It's incredible, Eros. I've never felt anything like it.">> He closes in on you from behind slowly says<<dialogue "Eros" "A long time ago, Aphrodite promised me something incredible.">>His hands begin to explore, starting at your thighs and slowly moving upward. He reaches your most intimate place and inserts two fingers, his touch expert and confident. All the while, he kisses your neck from behind, his breath hot on your skin, and gropes your left breast with his free hand, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You part your legs slightly, welcoming the intrusion, your breath coming in soft gasps. He takes his time, exploring your most sensitive areas, his touch both tender and commanding. When he finally touches your hymen, he pauses, a satisfied smile on his lips.<<dialogue "Eros" "Ah... there it is, what was promised to me.">> he murmurs, his voice low and husky. You understand now, the depth of your mother's insistence on preserving your virginity. It was all leading to this moment, this encounter with Eros. You turn to face him, your eyes locked onto his, and bring your lips to his in a passionate kiss, sealing your fate and embracing your destiny. [[Embrace your destiny|Trials 22]]

You rush out of the room with urgency. You find Medaea and pull her aside, your voice low but insistent. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mother, we need to leave right away. We must return to Olympia as soon as possible.">>Medaea looks at you, her eyes widening as she understands the gravity of your tone. She nods, springing into action.<<dialogue "Medaea" "I'll gather our things. We'll leave immediately.">>You both move quickly, packing your belongings and preparing for the journey ahead. Medaea calls out to your father, Peregrine, who rushes over, concern etched on his face.<<dialogue "Medaea" "Peregrine, we're leaving for Olympia. Philtra has something very important to attend to.">>Your father is annoyed at first but understands what might have transpired in the trials and nods, his expression serious.<<dialogue "Peregrine" "I understand. I'll make sure everything is ready for your departure.">>You turn to Elara, your mentor, who watches the flurry of activity with a puzzled expression. She steps forward, her voice filled with concern.<<dialogue "Elara" "Philtra, what's the rush? Why not take more time to rest and prepare before you leave?">>You exchange a glance with your mother, both of you cagey about revealing the true reason for your hasty departure. You offer Elara a reassuring smile, making up an excuse on the spot.<<dialogue "Philtra" "It's a personal matter, Elara. Something I need to take care of urgently. I promise I'll explain everything when I return.">>Elara nods, though you can see the curiosity and worry in her eyes. She pulls you into a tight embrace, her voice soft and supportive.<<dialogue "Elara" "Very well. I trust you. Be safe and return to us soon.">>With that, you and Medaea set off, leaving the polis of Eryx behind and making your way back to Olympia. The journey is uneventful, your minds focused on the tasks ahead. As you approach your polis, you can feel the weight of your destiny settling upon your shoulders. Upon reaching your home, you quickly unpack and settle in, your thoughts racing with the events of your journey and the challenges that lie ahead. You take a moment to center yourself, drawing strength from the familiar surroundings and the love of your family. You know that your time in the Ethereal realm has changed you and has prepared you for what is to come. With a deep breath, you steel yourself for what is to come, ready to face the upcoming war in Olympia and fulfill your duty as Aphrodite's champion. Your journey has only just begun, and you are determined to see it through, no matter the cost. You have left behind your innocence and embraced your destiny. You are no longer just Philtra, the daughter of mortals.... you are Philtra, <<glow>>champion of Aphrodite<</glow>>, and your legend is only just beginning. [[End of chapter 1|AP1]]

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He works on the shackles with his tools, his movements swift and precise. The intricate mechanism of the Stygian shackles resists his efforts, but his skill and determination are unyielding. After a while, he sighs sadly and says <<dialogue "Gryphion" "I cant.... I tried, I think the person who put the shackles on her is the only one who can remove it.">> Your heart sinks, and you quickly move in to attempt to remove the shackles. You grunt from your efforts and put all your strength into attempting to break the shackle as your stress starts to peak. You keep a watchful eye on Medaea, ensuring her safety and trying to gauge her reactions. Suddenly, you notice her eyes widen, a look of sheer terror crossing her face as she stares at something behind you. She gasps, unable to utter any words to warn you. You turn around, your heart pounding, but before you can react, a sharp, searing pain pierces your back. Gryphion, the one you trusted implicitly, stands behind you, a toxin needle in his hand, its tip glistening with a sinister, iridescent liquid. He pulls the needle out, his face is expressionless as he watches you stagger, the toxins already taking effect. You reach out, trying to steady yourself, your vision blurring and your limbs growing heavy. You turn to face him, your voice a hoarse whisper as you struggle to form the words.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Why...?">>He does not react or respond to your question. Still maintaining his stone face, not showing regret, remorse, or even a cruel smile. You feel your knees buckle, your body betraying you as the toxins course through your veins, sapping your strength and clouding your mind. You reach out, trying to grasp onto something, anything, to keep yourself upright, but it's no use. You faintly hear Medaea behind you screaming and thrashing around in her shackles. Your eyes are forced close slowly. [[You wake back up|Gryphion 9]]

You wake up with a sharp, searing pain, your body aching and your mind foggy from the lingering effects of the toxin. As your vision slowly comes into focus, you realize you're in a different cell, your body restrained in a pillory. Your neck and wrists are bound in a bent-over position, and your ankles are spread wide and secured, leaving you completely vulnerable and exposed. A wave of humiliation and vulnerability crashes over you as you become acutely aware of your nakedness, your skin prickling against the cool, damp air of the dungeon. You turn your head, trying to get a better look at your surroundings, and that's when you see Medaea, shackled but unconscious, her body slumped against the wall. A ting of worry and fear grips your heart. Just as you're about to call out to her, a huge figure enters your line of sight, and your heart sinks. It's Mnemonides, his presence ominous and foreboding. He walks towards you, his steps measured and deliberate, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He does not say a word, but you understand what he intends to do now. You clench your jaw, refusing to show him the fear that grips your heart. You glance around, trying to find Gryphion, and catch a glimpse of him in the corner of your eye. He's speaking with someone out of your view, his voice low and conspiratorial, his voice barely audible, adding to the sense of dread that hangs heavy in the air. [[What is Gryphion upto?|Gryphion 10]]

You still feel the effects of the toxin, rendering you unable to utter any words or call out to Gryphion. You strain to listen closely, your ears picking up fragments of his conversation.<<dialogue "Gryphion" "I have held up my end of our bargain, I am sure you will do the same.">>The mysterious voice booms, resonating through the dungeon.<<dialogue "Voice" "Excellent work, Gryphion. You have proven yourself to be a valuable asset. And what is it that you desire as your reward?">>Gryphion looks at his right palm, a determined glint in his eyes.<<dialogue "Gryphion" "I want wings.">>A crackling noise grabs your attention, and you turn your head as much as your restraints allow. You see Mnemonides handling buckets full of burning coal, poking around in them with a long, iron rod. His large frame obscures most of the details from your view, and you miss the rest of the conversation between the mysterious voice and Gryphion. Their exchange seems to be over, and Gryphion starts to walk out of the cell without so much as a glance at you or Medaea. Your rage builds up as you realize the depth of his betrayal. But the toxins are too potent, and you find yourself unable to scream, shout, or even move a muscle. Your elemental powers are also beyond your reach, suppressed by the overwhelming effects of the poison. Your rage subsides, replaced by a profound sense of sadness and helplessness. You feel your spirit give up the struggle, your tears welling up, but they do not roll down your face. Your eyes are as dry as the wooden pillory you are bound to, despite the overwhelming sadness that engulfs you. [[Who is the mysterious figure?|Gryphion 11]]

Once they both enter the cell, the man beside your mother quickly gets to work and attempts to remove the shackles. In the meanwhile, Medaea introduces him to you<<dialogue "Medaea" "This is Gryphion, the leader of the band of the hawk, a mercenary group just outside the polis hidden by the forest. I landed close to their camp when you pushed me through the portal. Why did you do that by the way, we had a solid plan. Anyway, we will have a lot of time later for you to explain yourself for that stunt. I told him about our situation and he generously agreed to help. He scouted this dungeon and came up with this rescue plan. He picked a great time, on my way here, I did not encouter a single soul here, no guards or prisoners for that matter.">> As Medaea was about say something as her face expressed curiosity. Gryphion interrupts<<dialogue "Gryphion" "I cant.... I tried, I think the person who put the shackles on her is the only one who can remove it.">> Your mother's heart sinks, and she quickly moves into attempt to remove the shackles. She grunts from her efforts and puts all her strength in to attempting to break the shackle as her stress starts to peak. She keeps a watchful eye on you, ensuring your safety and trying to gauge your reactions. Suddenly, you notice Gryphion pick something from his bag and move behind your mother. You feel something is off about him, and you slowly open your mouth to warn your mother. Gryphion notices your change in demeanor and quickly moves in and pricks the back of Medaea with a needle, which you assume has some toxin in it. Medaea starts to go down in stages as she weakens. Gryphion then walks up to you with another fresh needle. You understand what he is trying to do, but you cannot stop him. You feel the prick in your arm as you attempt to scream and fend him off with your arms while moving backwards. You too slowly succumb to the toxin as your eyes close. [[You wake back up|Gryphion 9]]

You feel the mysterious man's footsteps closing in behind you, and instinctively, you start to struggle and thrash against the pillory that binds you. He doesn't touch you but instead walks in front of you and lowers himself to eye level, his movements fluid and controlled. He stands as a towering figure, his physique a perfect balance of divine grace and brutal strength. His body is chiseled like a warrior’s statue, with broad shoulders, rippling muscles, and scars that trace faint silver lines across his bronzed skin... each mark a testament to battles fought and won. His height is imposing, nearly seven feet tall, exuding an aura of dominance that seems to bend the air around him. His face has angular features that carry a predatory edge. His jaw is strong, framed by a dark beard flecked with hints of crimson, as if stained by the blood of his enemies. His eyes burn with a fiery intensity, glowing like molten amber or smoldering coals, personifying a terrifying wrath. He looks like a beast of a warrior but is not wearing any armor but rather is wearing a rather simple tunic, which makes you assume that he is not here for a fight. He calmly says<<dialogue "Ares" "I am Ares. You might have heard about me, sometimes even described as the god of war.">> Your eyes widen in disbelief. Now, everything clicks into place for you, Mnemonides's immortality, Gryphion's betrayal, and the death of your father. It all led to this moment, this confrontation with the god of war himself. [[What does Ares want with you?|Gryphion 12]]

He continues<<dialogue "Ares" "You have no idea how long I had to wait for this moment.">>You try to open your mouth and speak but you do not even have the strength to do so.<<dialogue "Ares" "Shh...You dont have to speak. You just need to listen, thats all. I know who you are, more than you know yourself, I can tell you the truth about your origin. Medaea is not your mother, you were just an assignment given to her by Aphrodite. Aphrodite got a hold of you before I knew what was happening with you, if I had known, I would have rescued you from her clutches a long time ago. You have been lied to, your entire life.... your parents, your powers, your destiny, its all a lie. I am the only person who can guide you to your truth. I am not here to hurt you but rather liberate you from Aphrodite's clutches. I've shackled you only so that we can have this conversation. Otherwise, your indoctrinated upbringing would have made you resistant to hearing and realizing the truth.">>His words hit you like a physical blow, shattering the foundations of your reality. You're left reeling, unsure of what to think or whom to believe. As you struggle to process this revelation, you see your mother, Medaea, slowly stirring from her unconscious state. Her movements are sluggish, her speech impaired by the same toxins that course through your veins. Ares slowly gets up and turns to your mother and tells her<<dialogue "Ares" "I am glad you could join this conversation, Medaea. I was just explaining to Philtra, who she really is.">>Medaea's eyes fly open, wide with disbelief and horror. With ragged breaths and struggling grunts, she manages to utter, <<dialogue "Medaea" "No... Don't... believe anything he says. Lies...">>The tension in the room is palpable, the air thick with unspoken truths and hidden agendas. You're caught in the middle, a pawn in a game you barely understand, your loyalty torn between the woman you've always known as your mother and the god who claims to hold the key to your true self. [[Whom do you believe?|Gryphion 13]]

Ares sighs loudly, his voice a deep, resonant rumble<<dialogue "Ares" "Medaea... Don't you think it's time to tell her the truth? I assure you, you won't be long for this world. At least you could clear your conscience and tell Philtra the truth before you die.">>Medaea tries and fails to gather the courage to speak, her eyes filled with shame and despair. Ares insists, his voice firm and unyielding. <<dialogue "Ares" "Say it. Tell her that you are not her actual mother. We both know the truth, Peregrine had to die for her to realize it. This was the only way.">>Without uttering a word, you look at your mother, your eyes pleading for the truth. Medaea's gaze drops to the floor, her shame palpable. You understand her silent admission, even though it raises a myriad of new questions. At least, for now, you have a clear answer to one of the most pressing ones. You also get the feeling that your mother and Ares have met each other before. Your mother does not seem to be surprised to see a literal god speak to her like this. Under what circumstances could they have gotten acquainted with each other before, you wonder. Ares looks at you with a satisfied smile, his eyes gleaming with triumph. <<dialogue "Ares" "Well... now that that's cleared up, I would love to tell you the truth today and set you free, but you have to understand that I need to leave soon and my time in the mortal plane is very limited. My only job here is to free you from Aphrodite. You might end up hating me for what I'm about to do now, but I promise that soon enough, you'll get the answers to your questions and understand that I saved you today from a world of lies and deceit. Soon, you'll see the world for what it truly is and thank me for coming to you on this fateful day.">> With that, he signals to Mnemonides, his voice a low, commanding murmur. You're still trying to gather the shattered pieces of your mind, desperately attempting to make sense of the whirlwind of revelations and betrayals that have been unleashed upon you. [[How does Ares intend to free you?|Gryphion 14]]

Mnemonides approaches, carrying a hot, burning rod with a symbol etched at its tip. You try, but you are unable to recognize that symbol. The metal glows with an intense, otherworldly light, casting eerie shadows on the dungeon walls. Ares takes the rod from him, his grip firm and confident.<<dialogue "Ares" "Philtra, this won't hurt too much. I'm doing this to protect you, to mark you as mine, and ensure that no one else can claim you. It's a small price to pay for the truth and the freedom I offer you.">>Before you can react or struggle, Ares pulls out your tongue, his movements swift and precise. You try to resist, but your body is still weakened by the toxin, and you find yourself helpless against his strength. He quickly presses the tip of the rod against your tongue, the symbol searing into your flesh. You feel a sharp, intense pain, like a thousand needles piercing your tongue all at once. But just as suddenly, the pain subsides, leaving behind a strange, tingling sensation. It feels more like a needle prick than the full-on branding with hot iron you had expected. Ares releases your tongue, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he examines his handiwork. <<dialogue "Ares" "There. It's done. You are marked now, Philtra. No one will dare to touch you or interfere with your destiny. This is my promise to you, and my protection.">>You touch your tongue tentatively to the roof of the inside of your mouth, feeling the raised, symbol-like mark that now adorns it. The pain has faded, replaced by a sense of finality and a strange, new awareness. You look up at Ares, your eyes filled with a mix of confusion, gratitude, and a growing sense of purpose. [[Is this your fate now?|Gryphion 15]]

Ares turns to you, his voice low and intense, filled with a promise of both liberation and something more primal. <<dialogue "Ares" "Philtra, I am about to break the last bond that binds you to Aphrodite. This will be... intimate. Please understand that I have to do this for your own good.">>He takes his place behind you, his presence looming and overwhelming. You hear the rustle of his clothes, the soft whisper of fabric against skin, and a wave of panic surges through you. You try to struggle, to pull away, but the pillory holds you firmly in place, your body bent over and vulnerable. Just as Ares is about to proceed, Mnemonides steps forward, his voice a low, guttural growl. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Ares, wait. What about our deal? You promised me something in return for my help.">>Ares pauses, a smirk playing on his lips as he turns to face Mnemonides. <<dialogue "Ares" "Ah, yes. Our deal. You can take Medaea now. She is yours to do with as you please.">>Mnemonides' eyes light up with a mix of excitement and malice. He makes his way to Medaea, who is still half-conscious, her body slumped against the wall. With rough, eager hands, he begins to rip her clothes off, exposing her flesh to the cool air of the dungeon. Medaea stirs, a soft moan escaping her lips as she tries to push him away, but her strength is sapped by the toxins, and she is no match for his brute force. Mnemonides leans in, his breath hot and rancid against her skin as he begins to molest her, his hands roaming over her body with a possessive, violent intensity. You watch in horror, your heart pounding with a mix of fear, anger, and helplessness. You try to call out, to protest, but your voice is still stolen from you, and all you can do is bear witness to your mother's violation, your own body trembling with anticipation of what Ares is about to do to you. [[Brace yourself|Gryphion 16]]

Ares positions himself behind you, his hands gentle but firm as they grip your hips. You feel the press of his huge phallus against your entrance, a foreign and intimidating sensation. He leans down, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, <<dialogue "Ares" "Relax, Philtra. I'll be gentle. This is for your own good.">><<shake>>With a slow, deliberate thrust, he enters you, breaking through the barrier of your hymen. You gasp, with pain and pleasure coursing through you, the sensation overwhelming and intense. Ares begins to move, his hips rolling in a steady, rhythmic motion, each thrust filling you completely, stretching you to accommodate his size.<</shake>> Meanwhile, Mnemonides is far less tender with Medaea. He tears at her clothes, his movements rough and aggressive as he exposes her body to his hungry gaze. He forces her legs apart, his hands gripping her thighs with bruising force as he enters her with a brutal, punishing thrust. Medaea cries out, a sound of pain and violation that echoes through the dungeon, but Mnemonides shows no mercy, his hips slamming against hers with a ferocious intensity. Ares continues to move inside you, his pace increasing, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. You can feel his power, his divine energy, pulsing through you, filling you with a sense of strength and purpose. Despite the circumstances, you find yourself responding to his touch, your body betraying you as it arches back against him, seeking more of his attention. With a few final thrusts, Ares reaches his climax, his seed spilling into you, hot and thick. You feel a wave of repulsion wash over you, the intimacy of the act too much to bear. But Ares doesn't pull out, his phallus still hard and ready as he begins to move again, his hips setting a new, demanding pace. [[The men continue their assualt|Gryphion 17]]

You hear a female voice screaming and telling them to stop. You look at Medaea but the words are not coming out of her, and those words did not come out of your mouth either. You quickly check if anyone else is watching this and that voice is about to save you and your mother, but you see no one here besides the four of you. You are dissociating and wonder if you are starting to lose your mind. Ares's thrusts bring you back into the reality. Ares's movements become more aggressive, his hips slamming against yours with a force that leaves you breathless and aching. You can feel his power building again, his body tensing as he chases his second release. This time, when he spills into you, you accept it, in resignation that this is your fate now. Mnemonides, too, reaches his climax, his body shuddering with release as he empties himself into Medaea with a guttural groan. But he doesn't stop there, his hands rough and demanding as he flips her over, positioning her on her hands and knees as he takes her from behind, his thrusts deep and punishing. He is relentless, his body a machine of pain as he takes Medaea with a savage intensity, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force as he drives into her, again and again. Ares pulls out, his phallus glistening with your combined essences. You now hear the female voice again more clearly, and Ares is responding to that voice in rage. You try to wrap your head around what is happening and hope for a release. [[Where is voice coming from?|Gryphion 18]]

You slowly realize that the voice belongs to Aphrodite herself. With a newfound hope, you frantically look around, hoping she is here to save you and Medaea but no, you do not see her anywhere. But her voice is clear, you understand that she has been watching all that has transpired. Her voice is soft with sadness and addresses you.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "You have failed me, Philtra. Or perhaps Medaea and I have failed you. You are no longer welcome in my court. I hereby curse you to never feel love for another being. No matter what you achieve in your wretched life or whom you share your pleasures with, you will not be able to feel love.">> With that, you realize Aphrodite is no longer in the cell, her presence has left. You can now feel the tears down your cheeks, you are now truly lost. What becomes of your life now, you wonder. He enters you once more, distracting you from your thoughts. His thrusts are deep and demanding, his body claiming yours with a primal, unyielding intensity. Mnemonides, too, is nearing his own climax, his body tensing, his movements becoming erratic and wild as he chases his release with a desperate, almost feral intensity. <<bounce>>Ares reaches his third climax, his seed spilling into you once more. This time, you feel a sense of addiction, a craving for more of his essence, his power. You thrust back against him, your body begging for more, your hips moving in a desperate, hungry rhythm. Your actions now motivated by Aphrodite's betrayal, you start welcoming Ares's intrusion to spite Aphrodite. <</bounce>> Mnemonides, with a final, brutal thrust, reaches his own climax, his body shuddering with release as he empties himself into Medaea with a guttural, primal roar. Ares pulls out, his phallus still hard and ready, a satisfied, possessive smile playing on his lips as he looks down at you, his eyes gleaming with triumph. <<dialogue "Ares" "Good, Philtra. Very good. You're learning.">>You hang in there, your body limp and aching, your mind a whirlwind of emotions and sensations subsiding into resignation, as Ares and Mnemonides stand over you and Medaea, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their bodies glistening with sweat and the evidence of their conquests. <<set $curseOfTheRoseWitheredHeart = true>> <<set $aphroditefavor -= 40>> [[It is finally over|Gryphion 19]]

Ares signals to Mnemonides, who obliges without hesitation. He picks up his sword, The Shadow's Embrace, and approaches Medaea with a cold, detached expression. Medaea, understanding that her end is near, looks at you with eyes filled with regret and love.<<dialogue "Medaea" "Forgive me, my dear child.">>Before you can process her words, Mnemonides swings his sword with a swift, brutal motion, and Medaea's head is cleaved cleanly from her shoulders. Her body slumps to the ground, lifeless, as her head rolls to the side, her eyes still open, frozen in a final moment of apology and love. You feel a profound sense of hollowness, devoid of joy or sorrow, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep and hope that this nightmare ends soon. Mnemonides picks up Medaea's head and her body, carrying them away and leaving you alone with Ares. Ares comes close to your ear, his voice a low, resonant murmur. <<dialogue "Ares" "You will be my army's queen, Philtra. I am trying to unite all the kingdoms under my rule. I will give you all the tools you need to succeed in our mission. All I ask for is your cooperation. Help me, and I will take care of you. No one else will know this but you and me. As a show of good faith, I will grant the boon 'Milk of Celestial Renewal'. With this boon, anyone who drinks your milk will have their battle injuries cured.">>He softly grabs your breasts, and you feel them grow heavier, filled with a new, divine purpose. Your body responds to his touch, and you can now produce milk, a gift from Ares to aid in your new role.<<dialogue "Ares" "Don't worry about bearing a child. As long as you bear my branding, you will not be able to conceive. At first, you will be treated like a slave used for pleasure, but I am sure that over time, you will earn their respect and lead my entire army on legendary conquests. For now, train with them and learn the art of war. As you get better, I will reward you with more boons and treat you like the queen you were born to be. Soon enough, you will see the truth in my words and intentions. Just so you know, you will not be able to sabotage my army or my plans. I can end your existence with a thought if I deem it so, as long as the brand is on you. I promise that if you succeed in my mission, I will remove the brand, and you can do with your life as you please, no questions asked. I believe that is a much fairer deal than the one you unknowingly signed up for with Aphrodite's lies.">>With that, he leaves you alone with your thoughts, the weight of his words and the magnitude of your new destiny settling heavily upon your shoulders. <<set $milkOfCelestialRenewal = true>> [[Looking ahead|Gryphion 20]]

You drift into an uneasy sleep, your body still bent over in the pillory, your mind a whirlwind of exhaustion and emotional turmoil. The events of the day.... Medaea's betrayal, Ares's revelation, and the brutal act that followed.... play on a loop in your dreams, a nightmarish tapestry of pain and confusion. When you wake, the first light of dawn filters through the small, grimy window of the cell, casting long shadows across the stone floor. You take a deep breath, the cool air filling your lungs, and with it, a sense of clarity and purpose. The haze of shock and grief begins to lift, replaced by a steely resolve. You decide that revenge is the only path forward, a way to reclaim your power and dignity. Mnemonides, Gryphion, Aphrodite.... each has wronged you in their own way, and each will pay for their betrayals. Ares, with his divine power and influence, is the key to achieving your goals. By aligning with him, you can gain the strength and resources needed to exact your vengeance. As you consider your next steps, you feel a strange, new sensation in your breasts, a reminder of Ares's boon and the power he has granted you. You know that this gift, along with the branding that marks you as his, will be both a tool and a burden, a double-edged sword in your quest for retribution. Your eyes are fixed on the future. You will train, learn the art of war, and earn the respect of Ares's army. With each battle, each conquest, you will grow stronger, more cunning, and more deadly. And when the time is right, you will strike, taking down those who have wronged you with precision and ruthlessness. Only then, when your revenge is complete, will you consider what to do with Ares's brand. Until that day, you will use every advantage, every boon, to achieve your goals. You are Philtra, champion of Aphrodite no more, but a force to be reckoned with, a queen in the making, and a woman scorned. [[Mnemonides wants to have a chat with you|Gryphion 22]]

Mnemonides enters the cell, his keys jingling as he approaches the pillory that holds you captive. With a grunt of effort, he unlocks the mechanism, and you feel the restraints fall away, your body aching and stiff from the prolonged position. You stand, your nakedness a stark reminder of your vulnerability and the power dynamics at play here.<<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Ares.... for reasons that are beyond me, trusts you. He wants you to be part of the army. You are expected to train with the others and prove your worth.">>You consider your options, weighing the immediate gratification of exacting revenge on Mnemonides against the long-term strategy of gaining Ares's favor and replacing Mnemonides as the general. You decide to bide your time, to play the long game and wait for the opportune moment to strike.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand. I will do as Ares commands.">>You look down at your naked body, feeling a bit of humiliation and a surge of anger. You need to be presentable, to blend in with the army and gain their respect. You turn to Mnemonides, your voice steady and calm.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I need clothes and food. I can't train or fight effectively like this.">>Mnemonides chuckles, a low, mocking sound that grates on your nerves. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Clothes? You think you deserve clothes? You're a slave, you whore. A plaything for me to use as I please. And right now, your flesh is more useful to me than any of your other qualities.">>He tosses you a small, hard loaf of bread and a flask of water, his eyes roaming over your body with a possessive, hungry gaze. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Here. Eat. You'll need your strength for what's to come.">>You catch the food, your stomach growling with hunger. You know you need to keep up your strength to be at your best for the challenges ahead. With a begrudging acceptance, you take a bite of the bread, the coarse texture and stale taste a far cry from the feasts you're accustomed to. But it's sustenance, and you need it to survive. As you eat, you plan, your mind racing with strategies and schemes. You will endure this humiliation, this degradation, but only for as long as it takes to gain Ares's favor and rise through the ranks. And when the time is right, when you have the power and the respect of the army, you will take your revenge. Until then, you will play the part of the obedient slave, biding your time and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. [[End of chapter 1|AR1]]

As you push open the ornate door, a wave of warm, fragrant air washes over you, carrying with it the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the faintest hint of something more intoxicating. The door closes behind you with a soft, final click, leaving you alone in a lush, vibrant garden that seems to stretch out in all directions. The garden is a riot of colors, with flowers of every shape and size blooming in abundance. Their petals shimmer and glow, casting a soft, enchanting light that dances and flickers, creating a mesmerizing display. The air is filled with the gentle rustle of leaves, the sounds of nature blending harmoniously to create a symphony of tranquility and beauty. As you take a few tentative steps forward, you notice a magnificent statue standing at the center of the garden. The statue depicts a woman of unparalleled beauty, her form captured in marble with exquisite detail. She is dressed in a flowing gown that seems to move with an otherworldly grace, her hair a cascade of golden curls that spill over her shoulders. Her eyes, though made of stone, seem to hold a depth of wisdom and compassion that draws you in. You approach the statue cautiously, your heart pounding in your chest as you realize the significance of her presence. As you get closer, you notice a small, intricately carved pedestal at the base of the statue. Resting on the pedestal is a parchment scroll, its edges gilded and its surface unmarked by time. With a sense of reverence, you pick up the scroll, your fingers tracing the delicate script that adorns its surface. As you unroll it, the words seem to shimmer and shift, forming themselves into a message from the goddess herself.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Philtra, child of my heart, I am here in spirit, though not in flesh. I have watched over you and guided you on your journey, and now, I wish to offer you a gift. You have shown great courage and devotion, and for that, you are blessed. I am proud of the path you have chosen and the challenges you have faced.">>You stand, the scroll clutched tightly in your hands, your eyes filled with gratitude. The words of Aphrodite resonate within you, filling you with a sense of purpose and strength. You know that, even in her absence, her presence is a guiding light, a beacon of hope and love that will see you through the darkest of times. [[Continue reading the scroll|Trials 53]]

You read further<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "You have shown great devotion and strength in your journey. You have proven yourself worthy, and for that, I am pleased. I have a great honor to bestow upon you, a responsibility that will shape the fate of mortals and gods alike.">>You read intently, your heart swelling with pride and a sense of purpose. The scroll continues, the ink seeming to glow with an inner light as you absorb the weight of your new role.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "From this day forward, you are my champion, Philtra. You will represent me in the mortal realm, executing my will and spreading my influence. You are the embodiment of my love, beauty, and desire. Through you, I will shape the hearts and minds of mortals, guiding them towards passion, compassion, and unity.">>The tone of the words turns serious, taking on a tone of gravity and concern.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "But know this, the world is in a state of flux. Zeus, the king of the gods, has been absent for some time now. His whereabouts are unknown, and with him gone, the other gods have grown emboldened. They meddle in the affairs of mortals more than ever, each with their own agendas and desires. The Veil of Selene’s Embrace has descended, a rare and powerful phenomenon that allows the gods to interact more freely with the mortal realm. Some, like me, have chosen champions to do our bidding, while others have descended themselves, taking advantage of this unique opportunity. Among those who seek to create chaos and make their mark is Ares, the god of war. He is a force to be reckoned with, and he is uniting other similar-minded divine beings to his cause. His thirst for conflict and conquest knows no bounds, and if left unchecked, he will bring untold destruction to the mortal world. But there are those who oppose him, who believe in a different path. Athena, the goddess of wisdom, for instance, chooses to let fate take its course, refusing to interfere directly in the affairs of men. She believes that the natural order should prevail, that the actions of mortals should shape their own destiny. One more thing, you must not reveal the connection between us to anyone except your mother. Be suspicious of anyone else, be it friends or family. No one else can know about this. And do not worry about pregnancy, I have instructed Ilithyia, the god of pregnancy and childbirth, not to bless you with a child until I say so. So, you will not get pregnant until you succeed in your mission and things go back to normal. I apologize if my decision upsets you.">> You accept this decision, your voice a soft whisper as you respond to the scroll and the statue<<dialogue "Philtra" "No need to apologize, my queen. I understand your decision. I agree that carrying a child might interfere with my abilities to complete the mission. This life and body belong to you, and so I will dedicate myself to your cause.">>You tuck the scroll away, the weight of your new responsibilities settling upon your shoulders. You know that the path ahead will be challenging, but with Aphrodite's guidance and your own strength, you are ready to face whatever comes your way. [[Time to return to Eros|Trials 43]]

The next day, once you settle down, you start pacing back and forth, thinking about what happened and where to start. You make the connection that Mnemonides is probably with Ares, that should explain how he got his immortality. He is definitely not dead. Where is he now? What is he planning? Will he use Olympia to launch an attack on the neighboring poleis or villages, or will he establish a base elsewhere and then attack Olympia with his own forces? What will happen with the dowager queen? Will she leave with Mnemonides to some other location, or will she find a way to bring him back to Olympia and support his war campaigns from the court? You are restless. Medaea knocks and enters your room. Her voice is filled with desperation and curiosity.<<dialogue "Medaea" "Your father is away for now, we have some privacy, and we can talk. What happened after the trials?">> You fake your bravery and stoically answer <<dialogue "Philtra" "I was informed that there is a war coming to Olympia headed by Ares's minions. I was appointed as Aphrodite's champion and have been tasked to avoid the war at any cost.">> You know you are telling your mother the whole truth, but this should suffice for now. Medaea's eyes widen, and she whispers with admiration <<dialogue "Medaea" "Aphrodite's champion. I have done my job. I can now rest easy knowing that I have guided you towards your destiny.">> she says with a huge sigh of relief. She continues<<dialogue "Medaea" "I will support in any way possible. You can use my talents however you please. I am no longer your guardian, you have outgrown my protection. I am yours to command">> She kneels, bowing her head to you in reverence. Your heart sinks for a moment, you quickly grab your mother by her shoulders and hug her. With pure, unadulterated love, you say. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mother, I will never in my life not need your guidance or love. Don't go getting any ideas. We are in this together. I will need you to complete my mission. It is important that you and Father remain unharmed for me to complete my task.">> she wipes her tears of joy and says.<<dialogue "Medaea" "For your mission, knowledge is power. I will get started and start asking some questions to first figure out what the current situation is and see if any information turns up regarding any rumors of war">> with that, Medaea leaves with haste and is already out of the house. You borrow some of her courage and straighten your back, hoping to find yourself in a place where you can sabotage any plans of war within the polis or outside. <<if visited("Elara 21") > 0>> [[Soon after|AP3]] <<elseif visited("Lysara 27") > 0>> [[Soon after|AP4]] <<else>> [[Soon after|AP6]] <</if>>

After some time, Peregrine rushes in looking for you, with hasty breaths, he says<<dialogue "Peregrine" "Philtra, come with me quickly, we are being summoned to the king's court right now. Before you ask, no, I am not sure what this is about. All I know is that I was summoned.">>You again try to fake your bravery, but this time, it does not work, you are afraid of what this could be about. Does somebody know about you being Aphrodite's champion? Medaea is the only person you told, and she just now left, seconds ago, so it's not her. Who could it be? Or are you overthinking this? Maybe, it is about something else. But what else could it be? Peregrine said 'we', so if he is also involved, it might not have anything to do with your mission at all. You nervously nod towards your father, and you both get on his horse and start riding towards the royal palace. While on the way, your father slowly asks with a bit of frustration in his voice<<dialogue "Peregrine" "This has been eating at me. Will you atleast tell me the truth about what happened in those trials, or will you continue to keep it a secret just like your mother did for all these years?">> You remember Aphrodite's warning about only trusting your mother, you halfheartedly respond<<dialogue "Philtra" "Father, I would never lie to you. But in this situation, I have to ask you to trust me. All I can say is I have been given a task by my dear goddess, which I intend to see through to its success. I need your support in my mission. And it starts with trusting me. You raised me to be disciplined and determined, I will not lead myself or anyone else to be led astray. Succeeding in my task will be for the common good">>you say assuring him and calming his nerves. After hearing your words, your father appears engrossed in contemplation. [[You arrive at the royal palace|AP5]]

You are thankfully already close to the king, being his attendant. If you keep your ears open, you are bound to hear something important, hopefully about Mnemonides and any news about a war in or around Olympia. Later in the day, you seek out your mother in the house and confidently tell her<<dialogue "Philtra" "Mother, please start packing your things and be ready. I'm going to have a conversation with Basileos and request some accommodation for you in the palace too. I'm sure he will agree, he is such a nice person deep down. Once you are there, I have a plan on where we need to start.">>Medaea nods in agreement. You make your way to the royal palace, and as planned, reach out to Basileos<<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos, I was wondering if I could have my mother move in here with me since Peregrine also spends a lot of time close to you as your general. I would not have to take time off and go meet my mother if she is right next to me. I hope you won't deny me this request.">> you ask respectfully. He smiles and responds<<dialogue "Basileos" "That's not a problem at all. I can approve that. My concerns are now elsewhere. Lysara's spies have reported that Mnemonides defected from our kingdom, joined a rogue group of men, and is planning to attack Olympia.">> His tone is serious. This is it. The confirmation you were looking for, you quickly respond<<dialogue "Philtra" "Don't worry too much about it. It will take a lot of time to muster an army big enough to attack our polis walls. He knows it. We have time. I am sure my father will prepare our men for the battle ahead.">>He seems to respond well to your optimism. You convey the message to your mother, and she makes her way to the palace too. However, they have assigned her a chamber with Peregrine, a considerable distance from either your chamber or the king's chamber above you. You wonder why that could be and quickly figure out that Lysara had something to do with it. Your tryst with Lysara was fun, but it is time to get serious. If she is interfering with your plans, you wonder whether she has a different plan. Is she secretly supporting Mnemonides, or what god does she work for? All you know for sure is that she is not your friend and you need to be careful around her. For now, you have your mother and father safe inside the palace, and you have the king's ear. This is currently a good place to be in. [[A few days later|Stop the war]]

Soon, you and Peregrine arrive at the palace, and you both make your way to the court together. A guard approaches you both and takes you to the king's council room. In that room, you see King Basileos sitting in the main chair, grimly examining some paperwork while his mother, Klytemnaestra, leans over his right shoulder to whisper something in his ear. You also notice a young woman who looks to be your age, silently standing in the corner leaning over the bookshelf nearby. Her eyes were unblinkingly fixated on you. Klytemnaestra looks up at you both and says<<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Ah... Yes. Philtra and Peregrine, we have been expecting you. Apologies for the rushed summon. You will soon understand that this matter of discussion is of the utmost importance and urgency.">>Peregrine steps forward, bows, and says<<dialogue "Peregrine" "No need to apologize, my queen, I live to serve my polis and the royal crown. Long live the king.">>Basileos quickly gets up, which pushes his chair backwards, creating a noise that puts everyone in the room on edge. He grits his teeth and says<<dialogue "Basileos" "Mnemonides.... That bastard. He betrayed us, he has defected and has now joined a mercenary group and is planning to wage a war against us, his sole reason is to kill me.">> He points at the woman in the corner and says<<dialogue "Basileos" "Meet Lysara, my mother's attendant, she has a very reliable spy network. Her spies have established contact, providing us with a crystal-clear prediction of the impending war in this polis. Since Mnemonides's defection opens up a vacancy, Peregrine, I want you to fill that spot. Be my general, start the preparations for war. The walls of this polis will withstand any army's assualt.">> he yells in anger. Now, you know for sure that the war is coming. Part of you feels happy that your father finally got what he deserved, but this also strikes a fear in your heart that him being a general will paint a big target on his back. Aphrodite did warn that any harm coming to either Peregrine or Medaea will put the mission in jeopardy. [[Peregrine is now the new general of the king's army|AP7]]

After hearing that, Peregrine's eyes are filled with tears of gratitude, and he kneels and proclaims<<dialogue "Peregrine" "I swear by you, my king, I will not rest until I sever that traitor Mnemonides's head from his body and prove to all the kingdoms that not even an immortal being gets to disrespect the king of Olympia and live a long life. I gladly accept my new position as the general of your army, and I vow to lead our men to victory with pride and honor.">> This rousing promise seems to have impressed the king, who now has a satisfied smile on his face, his voice changing from anger to now a relaxed confidence<<dialogue "Basileos" "Now, with that out of the way... I have one more proposal to make. Philtra, we have never met, unfortunately, But I have heard many good things about you from my mother and Lysara. I would like for you to be my attendant. If you take this new job, you'll be given a place to stay near my chambers and will be expected to help me in my daily life. So.... Would you like to join my court?">> You can't believe your luck. You needed to be in a position like this to even have the slightest chance of stopping this war. This opportunity presents itself to you immediately. This thought slowly turns to dread. Wait... He said Lysara and his mother had many good things to say. What did he mean by that? You have never met either of them. If Lysara possesses a spy network, she might have discovered certain things about you. If that's the case, what is her reason for inviting you here? What are her intentions for you? Peregrine nudges you in the elbow, bringing you back to reality. You quickly bow down and feign gratitude<<dialogue "Philtra" "My lord, I would be honored to be your attendant. I will move out of my house and into a chamber you provide me right away. I will strive to ease your everyday burdens in every way possible.">> Just like that, you are now in the palace itself. You can't celebrate yet, you still do not know what Lysara has on you. [[You are now the king's attendant|AP8]]

Basileos kindly curtsies towards you and says<<dialogue "Basileos" "Alright then... I will let you two go back to your house and get your affairs in order. Thank you again for joining in on such short notice. And of course, congratulations to you both for securing two of the most important jobs in this kingdom. I hope you both live up to my high standards.">> You and Peregrine bow again and take your leave. As you walk away, you feel a strong tug from behind. Its Lysara, smiling and pulling you out to a secluded place. Both Peregrine and the dowager queen are unaware of this and keep walking forward and take a turn at the end of the corridor.<<dialogue "Lysara" "Time is of the essence. Long story short, I know who your are, and what you did. Please do not waste both our times by denying anything. I have the most robust network of spies in all of the kingdoms combined. There isn't a single soul whom I do not have a report on. Remember that you have this role because of me. Don't worry about the king or the dowager queen. I am not loyal to either of them. I have my own goals. Just like you do. So, I just wanted to assure you that you can trust me. I'll help you out. Consider me as your companion. If you need anything at all, ask away.">> she finishes, expecting you to slip up. Her pulling you away and making you the king's attendant was all a ploy for you to slip up. You are wiser than that, you catch on to her and very deliberately and hesitantly respond<<dialogue "Philtra" "Well... Since you asked, If I may.... I would like for my mother to also be accommodated here in the palace. Since Peregrine is the new general, he will want to connect with the king very often. If both my mother and Peregrine could move on in here. It would make everybody's life just a bit easier, wouldn't it?">>You send the hook in. You see the disappointment in her eyes. She was clearly hoping you would ask for something else. She wipes the disappointment from her face and puts up a fake smile and responds<<dialogue "Lysara" "Not a big deal. Of course. Consider it done. Anyway, I am needed elsewhere. Welcome to the king's court. See you around.">> with that, she leaves. [[Catch up with your father|AP9]]

You catch up with your father on the way out and congratulate him. He senses something wrong and worriedly asks<<dialogue "Peregrine" "You don't have to answer if you don't want to. But I have to ask you this for my own sake, Does Mnemonides leaving have anything to do with your mission? All of this is too sudden. We abruptly abandoned everything and traveled to Eryx because Medaea compelled us to do so. Something happened there, and you forced us to come back here right away, and we have this news today. Don't get me wrong, I am glad that I am the general now, but I can clearly see that something is happening in the background. I understand you are not going to tell me everything, but atleast tell me what I need to know to do my task without any failures.">> You feel sorry for him, you understand his anguish and dilemma, and you give in.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I honestly don't know much else, father. I knew Mnemonides was up to something, and it might lead to war. But I did not know that it would happen so abruptly and this quickly. I was hoping there would be a bit more time to settle and plan some things out. You need to focus on your task of preparation for the war, which is the most important task right now. I will be close to the king, which will allow me to listen in on more important conversations and make sense of what is actually happening.">> You stop and inch close to him and tell him<<dialogue "Philtra" "I can't stress this enough. 'DO NOT TRUST THAT LYSARA WOMAN OR THE DOWAGER QUEEN'. They are bad news. Stay away from them as much as possible. I believe they might be working with the enemy. Perhaps an inside job. I don't even know who the enemy is. I do know that both of them reek of lies and deception. Please be careful.">>Peregrine's expression turns from grim to one of slow relief.<<dialogue "Peregrine" "Thank you, Philtra. Truly. I really appreciate you telling me this. I trust you.">> [[pack up and move|AP10]]

You now have a good relationship with your father and have built that trust. You both make your way back to your house and start packing. You tell Medaea about what happened in the palace, and she also shared the same worry as you initially did. How much does Lysara know? Why do all this? What is her end goal? Medaea is very determined about the mission and quickly helps in the packing up. All three of you go back to the palace and get settled. The palace administrator assigned you a chamber directly below the king's chambers, while it assigned your parents a chamber in a different wing. You are sure Lysara must have been behind this. She wanted to isolate you here and make sure your parents don't get in the way of her plan. As you began to unpack your belongings, there was a knock at the door. You opened it to find King Basileos standing there, his expression friendly and inviting.<<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, welcome to your new home. I hope you like your chambers.">>You curtsied, feeling a slight blush rise to your cheeks. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Your Majesty. They are beautiful.">>He smiled warmly and entered your chambers, making himself comfortable on a nearby chaise. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Please, call me Basileos. I want us to be friends. No need for formalities between us.">>You nodded, already feeling at ease with his relaxed demeanor. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Alright, Basileos. I'd like that.">>He leaned back, his expression turning serious but friendly. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Great. Now, let me tell you what I expect from you as my attendant. I need someone who can be my shadow throughout the day, helping me manage my schedule, keep track of the people I am supposed to meet, and provide honest opinions on the matters at hand. I value your insights and want you to feel comfortable sharing them with me.">>You listened carefully, feeling a sense of purpose and importance. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand, Basileos. I'll do my best to meet your expectations and support you in any way I can.">>He clapped you on the shoulder, his touch friendly and encouraging. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I know you will. I'm looking forward to working with you and getting to know you better. Why don't you take some time to settle in, and we'll catch up at dinner?">><<dialogue "Philtra" "That sounds perfect, Basileos. Thank you.">>As he left your chambers, you felt a sense of excitement and anticipation. Basileos' friendly and approachable nature had made you feel at ease, and you were eager to begin your new role. You liked him already, and you were determined to be the best attendant he could ask for. With a deep breath, you continued unpacking, your mind already focused on the tasks and responsibilities that lay ahead. [[Get settled in your new home|AP11]]

You efficiently unpacked your belongings, your mind already sharp and focused on your new role. Once you were settled, you headed to the king's chambers, eager to start your duties. Knocking softly on his door, you entered to find him already dressed and ready for the day, looking relaxed and approachable.<<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, morning. Did you sleep well?">><<dialogue "Philtra" "Like a log. I'm ready when you are.">>He smiled, leaning back in his chair. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Today's a good day for you to get your bearings. I don't have much on my schedule, so use this time to explore the palace and get to know the layout. Meet the staff, find your way around... just get comfortable with the place. That's all I need from you for now.">>You nodded, taking in his instructions. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Got it. I'll familiarize myself with the palace and your routine. Anything specific you want me to focus on?">>He waved a hand dismissively. <<dialogue "Basileos" "No.... just get a feel for the place. Learn the shortcuts, meet the people, and figure out where everything is. You'll be my shadow, so the more you know, the better you can anticipate my needs. For now, just observe and learn.">><<dialogue "Philtra" "Sounds like a plan. I'm off to explore then.">>With that, you set out on your adventure, starting with the grand halls and working your way through the various sections of the palace. You noted the specific quarters for servants and guards, their areas well-defined and separate from the main living spaces. As you walked, you couldn't help but notice the revealing costumes of some of the servants. Their outfits were designed to be alluring and provocative, with the upper body mostly exposed, covered only by golden fabric over their nipples, and a sheer loincloth that left very little to the imagination. You spent the entire day wandering, taking mental notes of important locations, faces, and the subtle politics at play. The palace was a maze of history and power, each room whispering stories of the kingdom's past and present. You took your time, absorbing every detail, from the ornate tapestries to the whispered conversations of the court. By the end of the day, you had a solid mental map of the palace and a growing understanding of the people who lived and worked there. You returned to your chambers, your mind buzzing with new information and a deep respect for the complex world you were now a part of. As you prepared for dinner, you felt a sense of accomplishment. You were ready to face whatever came your way, eager to prove yourself and make your mark on this new chapter of your life. Lysara seems to be busy elsewhere for now. [[Over the next few days|Lysara 23]]

Dev Note: Your quest is to stop or at least delay the war that is coming to Olympia. Check the UI sidebar and review the 'Stop the war - Quest' sheet often to see your progress. There is no true failure state in this game. Your choices will impact the world for better or for worse, but there will be no 'game over' screen. Please note that the 'war timeline' will fluctuate depending on your choices. It can either hasten its countdown to 0, or it can lengthen and give you more time to work and avert the war. Please regularly check the quest sheet after major decisions. All the best. [[Continue with the game|AP14]]

Soon, you and Peregrine arrive at the palace, and you both make your way to the court together. A guard approaches you both and takes you to the king's council room. In that room, you see King Basileos sitting in the main chair, grimly examining some paperwork while his mother, Klytemnaestra, leans over his right shoulder to whisper something in his ear. You also notice a young woman who looks to be your age, silently standing in the corner leaning over the bookshelf nearby. Her eyes were unblinkingly fixated on you. Klytemnaestra looks up at you both and says<<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Ah... Yes. Philtra and Peregrine, we have been expecting you. Apologies for the rushed summon. You will soon understand that this matter of discussion is of the utmost importance and urgency.">>Peregrine steps forward, bows, and says<<dialogue "Peregrine" "No need to apologize, my queen, I live to serve my polis and the royal crown. Long live the king.">>Basileos quickly gets up, which pushes his chair backwards, creating a noise that puts everyone in the room on edge. He grits his teeth and says<<dialogue "Basileos" "Mnemonides.... That bastard. He betrayed us, he has defected and has now joined a mercenary group and is planning to wage a war against us, his sole reason is to kill me.">> He points at the woman in the corner and says<<dialogue "Basileos" "Meet Lysara, my mother's attendant, she has a very reliable spy network. Her spies have established contact, providing us with a crystal-clear prediction of the impending war in this polis. Since Mnemonides's defection opens up a vacancy, Peregrine, as my general, I want you to start the preparations for war. The walls of this polis will withstand any army's assualt.">> he yells in anger. Now, you know for sure that the war is coming. This strikes a fear in your heart that him being a general will paint a big target on his back. Aphrodite did warn that any harm coming to either Peregrine or Medaea will put the mission in jeopardy. [[The war is coming to Olympia soon|AP13]]

Peregrine's eyes are filled with tears of gratitude, and he kneels and proclaims<<dialogue "Peregrine" "I swear by you, my king, I will not rest until I sever that traitor Mnemonides's head from his body and prove to all the kingdoms that not even an immortal being gets to disrespect the king of Olympia and live a long life. I vow to lead our men to victory with pride and honor.">> This rousing promise seems to have impressed the king, who now has a satisfied smile on his face, his voice changing from anger to now a relaxed confidence<<dialogue "Basileos" "Now, with that out of the way... I have one more proposal to make. Philtra, we have never met, unfortunately, But I have heard many good things about you from my mother and Lysara. I would like for you to be my attendant. If you take this new job, you'll be given a place to stay near my chambers and will be expected to help me in my daily life. So.... Would you like to join my court?">> You can't believe your luck. You needed to be in a position like this to even have the slightest chance of stopping this war. This opportunity presents itself to you immediately. This thought slowly turns to dread. Wait... He said Lysara and his mother had many good things to say. What did he mean by that? You have never met either of them. If Lysara possesses a spy network, she might have discovered certain things about you. If that's the case, what is her reason for inviting you here? What are her intentions for you? Peregrine nudges you in the elbow, bringing you back to reality. You quickly bow down and feign gratitude<<dialogue "Philtra" "My lord, I would be honored to be your attendant. I will move out of my house and into a chamber you provide me right away. I will strive to ease your everyday burdens in every way possible.">> Just like that, you are now in the palace itself. You can't celebrate yet, you still do not know what Lysara has on you. [[You are now the king's attendant|AP8]]

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The next morning, the soft, golden light of dawn filters through the sheer curtains of your chambers, casting a warm glow over the opulent room. You are in the midst of changing, you admire your naked form in the mirror. As you slip into your dress, the fabric shimmers with every movement. The door bursts open with a sudden, abrupt force, and King Basileos storms in, his face etched with urgency and a hint of panic. His eyes widen as they fall upon you, taking in the sight of your naked body with awe. A deep blush spreads across his cheeks, a telltale sign of his sudden, unexpected attraction. He stands there, momentarily frozen, his breath catching in his throat as he struggles to find the words to apologize for his intrusion.<<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra! Oh…. I... I am so sorry. I did not mean to interrupt you. Please, forgive my rudeness.">> You turn to face him, your eyes meeting his with a calm, composed gaze. The blush on his cheeks deepens, and you can see the internal struggle as he tries to tear his eyes away from you but finds himself unable to do so. There is a moment of silence, a charged, electric tension hanging in the air as you both stand there, caught in this unexpected encounter. [[Cover yourself quickly|AP15]] [[exhibit yourself to your king|AP16]]

You quickly cover yourself and turn around and pull your dress up the rest of the way. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It is quite alright, Basileos. I am almost ready. What brings you to my chambers at this hour? Your meeting with the merchant guild is not today.">>Basileos clears his throat, his voice steadying as he regains his composure. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I'm not here regarding that meeting. That can wait. We must leave for the temple of Zeus, which is in the center of the polis. We are expected to see a soothsayer and seek their advice on the upcoming war. It is of the utmost importance that we depart without delay.">>You nod, understanding the gravity of the situation. You swiftly apply the final touches, your movements efficient and graceful, all the while feeling the weight of Basileos's gaze upon you. As you secure the last fastener of your gown, you turn to him, a small, knowing smile playing on your lips.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I am ready, Basileos. Lead the way.">>Basileos extends his arm, a gesture of escort, and you place your hand upon it, feeling the slight tremor in his muscles as he leads you out of the chamber. As you walk side by side, you can sense the shift in his demeanor, the way his eyes linger on you with a newfound admiration and desire. You are aware that this encounter has ignited a spark within him, a flame that will intensify, and you are prepared to nurture this affection, leveraging it to your advantage in the days ahead. <<set $seduction = 3>> <<set $sexuality = -3>> [[Go to the temple|AP17]]

You deliberately drop your clothes and swiftly walk and stand right next to him.<<dialogue "Philtra" "It is quite alright, Basileos. I am almost ready. What brings you to my chambers at this hour? Your meeting with the merchant guild is not today.">>Basileos clears his throat, his voice steadying as he regains his composure, struggling to pry his eyes away from your beauty. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I'm not here regarding that meeting. That can wait. We must leave for the temple of Zeus, which is in the center of the polis. We are expected to see a soothsayer and seek their advice on the upcoming war. It is of the utmost importance that we depart without delay.">>You nod, understanding the gravity of the situation. You swiftly apply the final touches, your movements efficient and graceful, all the while feeling the weight of Basileos's gaze upon you. As you secure the last fastener on the back of your gown, you turn to him, a small, knowing smile playing on your lips.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Do you mind helping me?">>Basileos nods, steps in close to you, and slowly reaches out to the back of your dress to gently tighten the last fastener. The world seemed to stand still with his breath on your back. The urgency of war slips both your minds for a precious few seconds before Basileos snaps out of his trance and clears his throat. Basileos then extends his arm, a gesture of escort, and you place your hand upon it, feeling the slight tremor in his muscles as he leads you out of the chamber. As you walk side by side, you can sense the shift in his demeanor, the way his eyes linger on you with a newfound admiration and desire. You are aware that this encounter has ignited a spark within him, a flame that will intensify, and you are prepared to nurture this affection, leveraging it to your advantage in the days ahead. <<set $seduction = 7>> <<set $sexuality = 4>> [[Go to the temple|AP17]]

You and Basileos board the royal carriage waiting at the palace entrance. The royal carriage rolls through the bustling streets of Olympia, the clatter of hooves and the rumble of wheels echoing off the stone buildings that line the avenue. You sit beside King Basileos, the plush velvet cushions a stark contrast to the rough, cobblestone streets outside. The common people pause in their daily routines, their eyes widening with reverence as the carriage passes. They bow their heads, some even falling to their knees, a silent tribute to the royal presence. As you gaze out the window, a bittersweet nostalgia washes over you. You remember the days when you would run through these same streets, your laughter echoing off the walls, free and careless. Kaelen and Seraphina, your childhood companions, would be by your side, the three of you, a trio of mischief and adventure. Those were simpler times, before you knew the weight of destiny and the responsibilities that came with it. Now, as the champion of Aphrodite, you are a figure of power and influence, a symbol of love, beauty, and desire. You are no longer the carefree child of yesteryears but a woman of purpose with a mission to complete. Basileos, sensing your contemplative mood, leans in closer, his voice a low, respectful murmur. <<dialogue "Basileos" "You seem lost in thought. Is something troubling you?">>You turn to him, a soft smile playing on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "No... I was reminiscing about the past, about the days when I was a child running through these streets with my friends. I never imagined that at one point in my life, I would be sitting next to the king in a royal carriage.">> You tell him jokingly to break the tension. [[The carriage stops|AP18]]

Something catches Basiloes's attention. He commands the carriage to be stopped. Suddenly, the carriage comes to an abrupt halt, the jolt pulling you from your seat. Basileos looks out the window, his eyes scanning the bustling market before him. <<dialogue "Basileos" "We must make a stop. Zeus considers bulls to be a worthy sacrifice due to their strength and virility. I will acquire one for the temple.">>He steps out of the carriage, his royal guard falling into formation around him. You watch as he approaches a stall, his voice carrying a note of authority as he negotiates with the merchant. The transaction is swift, and soon, a magnificent bull is led to the carriage, its muscular form a symbol of power and might. You feel awful about the bull's soon-approaching inevitable death. As Basileos returns, his eyes meet yours, a spark of something unspoken passing between you. You both know that this sacrifice is more than just a ritual; it is a plea for strength and guidance in the face of the impending war. With the bull secured and the carriage once more in motion, you turn your gaze back to the streets, your mind already focused on the challenges that lie ahead, ready to face them with the courage and determination that define you. [[The carriage continues|AP19]]

The carriage rolls to a halt before the imposing facade of the temple of Zeus, its grand columns and intricate carvings a testament to the power and majesty of the king of the gods. You step out, the cool morning air a welcome respite from the confines of the carriage, and take a moment to absorb the awe-inspiring sight before you. As you turn, you notice another carriage pulling up behind yours, and from it emerge the dowager queen and Lysara, their expressions one of solemnity. They are accompanied by a contingent of guards, one of whom leads the bull that Basileos purchased, its powerful form a stark contrast to the serene beauty of the temple. Together, you all make your way up the grand staircase, the stone steps worn smooth by the passage of countless pilgrims and supplicants over the centuries. The air is thick with the scent of incense and the faintest hint of something more ancient, a sense of the divine that seems to permeate every stone and shadow. At the top of the stairs, you are greeted by a man of imposing stature and commanding presence. His name is Lycaon the Selloi, the male head priest of the temple. He looks old, but his body seems to be battle-hardened. He is surrounded by a group of soothsayers known as the Iamidai Seers. Their robes are a deep, rich sky blue, adorned with symbols and sigils that seem to shimmer and shift in the dappled light filtering through the temple's high windows. Lycaon steps forward and uses his deep voice to say<<dialogue "Lycaon" "Welcome, King Basileos, and your esteemed companions. We have been expecting you. The gods have spoken, and they have much to reveal. Please, follow me, and we shall seek the counsel of Zeus himself.">>You exchange a glance with Basileos, a silent understanding passing between you. You understand the significance of this meeting, a crucial moment that could determine the destiny of your people and the outcome of the impending war. As you follow Lycaon and the Iamidai Seers into the heart of the temple, you can feel the weight of destiny settling upon your shoulders, a burden both daunting and exhilarating. [[Lycaon takes you to the alter|AP20]]

The grand altar of the temple looms before you, its surface polished by centuries of use and devotion. As he offers the bull for sacrifice, King Basileos steps forward, his voice steady and clear. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Great Zeus, I offer this bull, a symbol of strength and virility, as a plea for your guidance and favor in the upcoming war.">>Lycaon, the head priest, takes the bull by the reins, his movements fluid and practiced. He leads the animal to the altar, his voice rising in a chant of ancient words and invocations. The air grows thick with the scent of incense and the weight of expectation as Lycaon raises his ceremonial sword, the blade glinting in the flickering light of the temple's eternal flames. With a swift, precise motion, Lycaon swings the sword, severing the bull's head from its body. The action is executed with a grim efficiency, a testament to the priest's skill and the solemnity of the ritual. The bull's body slumps to the ground, its life force spilling out in a crimson pool, a stark contrast to the pristine white of the altar. The seers, with their robes swirling around them, step forward to collect the bull's head. They place it reverently on a silver platter, their movements synchronized and precise. The rest of the seers tie some ropes around the bull's body and drag it into the temple. With the heads and body secured, they retreat into the depths of the temple, their footsteps echoing through the hallowed halls as they disappear from view. [[Lycaon's instructions|AP21]]

Lycaon turns to you and Basileos, his expression grave and solemn. <<dialogue "Lycaon" "Please wait here at the altar until I return. The seers will commune with Zeus and seek his counsel. It may take some time, but we will return with the gods' wisdom.">>With that, Lycaon follows the seers into the temple, leaving you and Basileos alone in the vast, echoing chamber. The weight of the moment settles upon you. As you wait, your mind drifts back to Aphrodite's warning, her words echoing in your memory. Zeus has been missing for some time now. His whereabouts are unknown, and with him gone, the other gods, like Ares, have grown emboldened. They meddle in the affairs of mortals more than ever, each with their agendas and desires. You start to wonder if their journey to the temple will be in vain, if the absence of Zeus will render the seers' visions incomplete or unclear. The thought creates a gnawing doubt that threatens to undermine your resolve. Basileos, sensing your unease, turns to you, his voice a low, reassuring murmur. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Have faith, Philtra. We must trust in their guidance and be ready to face whatever revelations they bestow upon us.">>You nod, drawing strength from his words, but the seed of doubt has been planted, and you can't help but wonder what challenges and uncertainties lie ahead in the absence of Zeus's oversight. [[When will Lycaon return?|AP22]]

The air grows thick with the acrid scent of burning flesh and the heavy, oppressive weight of anticipation. Basileos peers into the depths of the temple, his eyes narrowing as he confirms the sight of the bull's body being consumed by flames, the fire casting an eerie, dancing light on the stone walls. Lycaon emerges from the shadows after what seems like an eternity, his expression inscrutable. He beckons to you and Basileos, his voice a low, commanding murmur. <<dialogue "Lycaon" "King Basileos, Philtra, please follow me. The seers have spoken, and we have a path forward. But first, you must prepare yourselves.">>He leads you away from the altar, leaving the dowager queen and Lysara behind. You know they both will discuss this, you will need to be wary of their intentions. As you round a corner, the temple's architecture shifts, the corridors narrowing and the air growing heavier with the weight of ancient secrets. Lycaon stops before a massive, ornate door, its surface adorned with intricate carvings and symbols that seem to pulse with an otherworldly energy. He turns to you and Basileos, his gaze steady and unyielding. <<dialogue "Lycaon" "Beyond this door lies the sacred chamber, a place where the veil between the mortal and divine is thin. To enter, you must be pure, both in body and in spirit. Please, disrobe and leave your worldly concerns at the threshold.">>You exchange a glance with Basileos, a silent understanding passing between you. Without hesitation, you begin to undress, your movements fluid and deliberate, shedding not just your clothes but also the burdens and doubts that have weighed upon you. Basileos does the same, his naked form a testament to his strength and resolve. As you stand before the door, your bodies bare and vulnerable, you feel a strange sense of liberation, a shedding of the mortal coil that allows you to step closer to the divine. Lycaon nods, a hint of approval in his eyes. <<dialogue "Lycaon" "You are ready. Enter the chamber, and may Zeus grant you the wisdom and guidance you seek.">>With that, he pushes open the door, revealing a room bathed in a soft, ethereal light. You and Basileos step inside, the door closing behind you with a final, resonant thud, sealing you off from the world and leaving you alone with the mysteries that lie ahead. [[Seek Guidance|AP23]]

The sacred chamber is a sanctuary of tranquility, the air thick with an otherworldly presence that seems to hum with ancient power. The seers enter, their movements synchronized and graceful, carrying a silver platter adorned with intricate engravings. Upon the platter rests the bull's heart, its muscular form still warm and glistening, and a single, perfect rose, its petals a vibrant crimson that seems to shimmer in the ethereal light. Lycaon steps forward, his voice a low, reverent murmur as he addresses you and Basileos. <<dialogue "Lycaon" "Zeus has spoken, and his wisdom is clear. Despite the impending war, we can prevent it with the correct actions. Philtra, you are to be Basileos's advisor and Olympia's diplomat in this matter. Your insight will be crucial in navigating the delicate path to peace.">>He solemnly bows and offers you the rose, its thorns parting for his touch. <<dialogue "Lycaon" "Accept this rose as a symbol of your new role and the trust placed in you by the king of the gods. May it guide you and grant you the wisdom to see the truth in all things.">>You take the rose, its petals soft against your skin, a sense of purpose and responsibility settling upon your shoulders. You turn to Basileos, a silent promise passing between you, a vow to do everything in your power to prevent the impending conflict. [[You were given a rose|AP24]]

Lycaon then turns to Basileos, his expression grave and serious. <<dialogue "Lycaon" "Should peace prove elusive, and war become inevitable, you must be ready to face the challenges that lie ahead. The polis will be under attack at dawn, after the 10th full moon from today. Consume the heart of the bull, and may its strength and virility infuse you with the power to lead your people to victory.">>Basileos nods, his jaw set with determination. He takes the heart from the platter, its weight substantial and its texture slick with blood. Without a moment's hesitation, he begins to consume it, his teeth tearing into the flesh with a primal, unyielding ferocity. You watch in shock and awe as he devours the organ, piece by piece, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent vow of strength and resolve passing between you. The chamber falls silent, the only sound being the wet, tearing noise of Basileos's consumption, a brutal and sacred act that binds him to the will of Zeus and the fate of his people. As the last morsel disappears, Basileos stands tall, his chest heaving with the effort, his eyes burning with a newfound intensity and purpose. Lycaon nods, a hint of approval in his gaze. <<dialogue "Lycaon" "You have performed admirably, King Basileos. The strength of the bull now courses through your veins, a reminder of your duty and the power you wield. Philtra, as his advisor, you must guide him with wisdom and compassion, for the path ahead is fraught with peril and uncertainty.">>You both nod, the weight of your new roles settling upon your shoulders, a burden both daunting and exhilarating. Together, you turn to face the future, ready to embrace the challenges that lie ahead and to shape the destiny of your people with courage, strength, and unwavering resolve. <<set $warTimeline = 10>> [[10 full moons till war|AP25]]

You and Basileos thank Lycaon for his guidance and wisdom, as well as the weight of your new responsibilities. As you turn to leave, Lycaon gently grabs your hands, his grip firm and his eyes filled with a depth of knowledge. He leans in, his voice a low, conspiratorial whisper, just out of Basileos's hearing range.<<dialogue "Lycaon" "Philtra, there is something very important we must discuss after the war is averted. Come back to me then.">>You nod, a feeling of unease creeping into the depths of your being. You can't help but wonder if Lycaon knows more about your true role as the champion of Aphrodite, if he sees through the veil of your mortal guise to the divine purpose that drives you. With a final, meaningful glance, you and Basileos exit the sacred chamber, the door closing behind you with a resonant thud. You rejoin the dowager queen and Lysara. You can feel Lysara's jealousy, you have gotten the privilege that she has not, even after years of working for them. Basileos addresses them, his voice steady and authoritative. <<dialogue "Basileos" "We have been granted a reprieve. The war will arrive at our polis gates in ten full moons. This gives us time to prepare and to seek a path to peace.">> [[Basileos's announcement|AP26]]

After hearing the expected timeline of the war, Lysara and the dowager queen exchange a glance, their surprise barely concealed. But Basileos continues, his announcement catching them off guard.<<dialogue "Basileos" "Henceforth, I appoint Philtra as my advisor and ambassador for peace negotiations. She will represent me and our kingdom in all matters of diplomacy and strategy.">>The revelation sends a shockwave through the group. Lysara and the dowager queen protest vehemently, their voices rising in a chorus of disbelief and indignation.<<dialogue "Lysara" "Your Majesty, this is preposterous! I am far more experienced and suited for such a role. Philtra is but a child, untested and unproven.">><<dialogue "Dowager Queen" "Indeed, Basileos. There are others in the court who are more qualified and deserving of this honor. Philtra is... she is merely a girl with no true understanding of the complexities of war and diplomacy.">>Basileos cuts them off, his voice sharp and unyielding. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Zeus has deemed it so, and I trust Philtra to do her best. The matter is settled.">>Lysara and the dowager queen fall silent, their protests dying on their lips as they begrudgingly accept the king's decision. You can see the resentment in their eyes, the unspoken challenge that lingers in the air. You knew this backlash was inevitable, now you have the courage to overcome their scheming and succeed in your mission. With that, the group makes their way back to the carriage, the journey to the palace a tense and silent affair. As you settle into your seat, you realize the weight of your new role, the responsibility that rests upon your shoulders, and the looming shadow of Lycaon's cryptic message, a promise of revelations yet to come. [[Back to the palace|AP27]]

As the carriage rolls through the bustling streets of Olympia, the polis's grandeur a stark contrast to the weight of the tasks that lie ahead, you turn to Basileos, your voice steady and resolved. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, with your permission, I wish to travel to the kingdoms of Dysnomia and Lydia. Securing an alliance with them could be a significant deterrent in the war against Mnemonides. Even though he is immortal, he cannot win wars alone. He will need a proper army, and the support of these kingdoms would make it nearly impossible for any large force to reach Olympia without meeting resistance first. We are lucky that Olympia is nestled near the mountain ranges and surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the only way in or out for a vast army is through Eryx, which is the capital polis province for the kingdom of Dysnomia. Also, we need the alliance of the kingdom of Lydia due to the war chest that they bring to our union. We will need that substantial wealth to sustain our war efforts if it comes down to it.">> Basileos nods, his expression thoughtful as he considers your proposal. <<dialogue "Basileos" "You are right. Sardis and Eryx are indeed the strategic chokepoints for a military campaign, and their alliance would provide a crucial buffer. My late father, Kyrathos, Lord of the Golden Flame, secured a military alliance with both during his reign. However, much has changed since then, thanks to my mother, who worked very hard to spoil these relationships that my father so tiringly built, and now, none of the three kingdoms are currently on good terms with each other.">>You feel Basileos's frustration and disgust for his mother in his voice. He leans back, his eyes meeting yours with trust. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I agree that you should go. Take whoever you need with you for protection and to ensure a safe journey. But remember, acquiring the alliance is only part of the job. Once you return, we will need to address the members of the court. I have my doubts about many of them, and we must be vigilant.">> [[Console the king|AP28]]

You place a reassuring hand on his arm, your touch gentle but firm. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Do not worry, Basileos. I will secure the alliances first, and then I will turn my attention to the court. Considering the impending war, it is natural for suspicions to arise, especially since the one waging it is your trusted former general, who could still have his loyal supporters within the court. We must be cautious but also fair.">>Basileos nods, a hint of relief in his eyes. <<dialogue "Basileos" "You are wise beyond your years. I have faith in your abilities. Go, and may the gods guide your journey and grant you success.">>As the carriage pulls up to the palace, the grand structure looming before you, you both disembark, your minds already focused on the tasks that lie ahead. You make your way to your chambers, your steps purposeful and determined, ready to begin the preparations for your journey. [[Journey to Eryx|AP29]]

Later in the day, once you are settled back in your chamber. You go to the king's chambers and stand before Basileos, your resolve unwavering as you make your decision known. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos, I have decided to travel to Eryx before I go to Sardis. I believe my presence and the weight of my words will carry more significance than sending an envoy. I request two Praetorian guards for protection, some drachmae for expenses, some valued treasures as a gift offering from our kingdom to theirs, and a stamped letter from you, warning Eryx about the impending war and requesting their military support to protect Olympia.">>Basileos nods, his expression one of approval and trust. <<dialogue "Basileos" "You are right to take the initiative on this matter. Your dedication is commendable. I will provide you with everything you need. Two of my most trusted Praetorian guards will accompany you, and I will ensure you have sufficient drachmae for your journey. Regarding the letter, please rest assured that it will be taken care of. I will draft it personally, sealing it with my signet ring to convey the gravity of our situation.">>He pauses, his gaze softening with admiration. <<dialogue "Basileos" "However, I insist that you rest today and leave early tomorrow morning. You will need your strength and wits about you for the journey ahead. Eryx is a day's hard ride from here, and the road can be treacherous.">>You bow your head in acknowledgment, a sense of gratitude and determination swelling within you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "That is very thoughtful, Basileos. I truly appreciate it. I will do as you command and depart at first light. Thank you for your trust and support. I will not let you down.">>Basileos places a hand on your shoulder, his touch firm and reassuring. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I have every faith in you. May the gods watch over your journey and grant you success. Return to me with good tidings and the alliance we so desperately need. I will inform your parents regarding your decision.">>With that, you retire to your chambers, your mind already racing with the preparations for your departure. You know that the road ahead will be challenging, but you are ready to face whatever comes your way. As you rest, you feel a sense of purpose and resolve, a steeling of your spirit in the face of the trials to come. Tomorrow, you will begin your mission, armed with the king's trust and the gods' blessings, ready to secure Olympia's future. [[Speak with your parents before leaving|AP31]]

You decide to spend some time with your parents before you leave. So, you go to your parents' room in the palace's opposite wing of the palace, feeling sad about leaving. As you enter, you find Medaea and Peregrine waiting for you. Medaea steps forward, her voice low and serious as she begins to share her insights. <<if visited("Elara 21") > 0>><<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, You know how Eryx works. Meet with Elara and get her on your side. It will make things a lot easier for you. Take Elara with you in your first meeting with the queen, Iphianassa. She would be more open to your proposals with Elara by your side. Tell her about me and that you are my daughter. I am sure she will remember me, as I used to work in her court for a short while. This will make sure that the negotiations get off to a good start. I am certain she will want something in return for her to approve the alliance, be open-minded in your negotiations. She is a fair queen and will not request anything that Olympia cannot fulfill. And... are you sure you don't want me to accompany you in this trip?">><<else>><<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, You need to first understand how Eryx works. Meet with Elara, she is the Hierodule in the academy of Aphrodite, and tell her about me and that you are my daughter. Also tell her about the trials that you passed, that should put you in good standing with her. Take Elara with you in your first meeting with the queen, Iphianassa. She would be more open to your proposals with Elara by your side. Tell her about me and that you are my daughter. I am sure she will remember me, as I used to work in her court for a short while. This will make sure that the negotiations get off to a good start. I am certain she will want something in return for her to approve the alliance, be open-minded in your negotiations. She is a fair queen and will not request anything that Olympia cannot fulfill. And... are you sure you don't want me to accompany you on this trip?">><</if>>Peregrine steps forward, his voice filled with pride. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "My dear Philtra, I am so proud of you for taking on this responsibility. But I must also urge you to be safe above all else. If at any point you feel threatened or in danger, do not hesitate to abandon the mission and return to us. Your safety is paramount, and we cannot bear the thought of losing you.">>You feel a lump form in your throat, a swell of emotion at their words and the love that radiates from them. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I will be careful, Father. I promise to return to you safe and with the alliance we need. Mother, your advice is invaluable, and I will keep it close to my heart. I do need you here, I will manage Eryx. Also, I need you both to help me. While I am gone, both of you need to make sure the king is unharmed, and someone needs to keep an eye on him at all times. I believe there are still traitors in our midst who could take matters into their hands if given the chance.">>Medea nods, a small, proud smile playing on her lips. <<dialogue "Medaea" "You are wise beyond your years. We promise to protect the king until your return. I have every faith in your abilities. Go forth and make us proud.">>With that, you embrace your parents, holding them close for a moment, drawing strength from their love and support. As you pull away, you feel a renewed sense of purpose and determination, ready to face the challenges that lie ahead. You retire to your chambers, your mind racing with the preparations for your journey and the strategies you will employ in Eryx. As you lie down, you take a deep breath, allowing the calm of the night to settle over you, ready to face the dawn and the adventures that await you. <<set $intellect = 4>> <<set $persuasion = 4>> [[Prepare for the journey|AP32]]

The next morning, you rise with hope and excitement, your movements efficient and purposeful, as you prepare for the journey ahead. As you finish dressing, there is a knock at your door, and Basileos enters.<<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, I have come to ensure you have everything you need for your journey. I understand my mother and Lysara were not too pleased with my decision to appoint you as the advisor over others in the court. If you are worried that they may harm you for my decision... well... honestly, I am a bit worried too. And that is why I have handpicked two Praetorian guards whom I trust. I can guarantee that they are not influenced by my mother or Lysara, so you can be assured of their loyalty and protection.">>He calls out, and two imposing figures enter your chambers, their armor gleaming and their stances rigid with discipline. They bow deeply, first to Basileos and then to you, their reverence palpable.<<dialogue "Basileos" "Allow me to introduce Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, they are among the finest guards in my service and will accompany you on your journey to Eryx. You can trust them with your life.">>You greet the guards, your voice steady and confident. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thrasybulos, Eudoxos, it is an honor to have you both by my side. I am grateful for your protection and loyalty.">>Basileos nods, a hint of relief in his eyes. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I have also ensured that everything you requested is ready. The drachmae for your expenses and the treasures that are to be given as gifts are all packed in the carriage. Here is the stamped letter. Keep it safe; it carries the weight of our kingdom and our plea for alliance.">>He hands you the letter, its seal intact and its edges crisp. You take it with a sense of solemnity, understanding the gravity of your mission and the trust placed in you.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I will keep it safe. I will not let you down.">>Basileos places a hand on your shoulder, his touch firm and reassuring. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I have every faith in you. May the gods guide your journey and grant you success. Return to me with the alliance we need, and may you face no harm on your path.">>With that, you gather your belongings, the weight of your mission settling upon your shoulders. You are ready to face the challenges that lie ahead, armed with the king's trust, the protection of loyal guards, and the blessings of the gods. As you step out of your chambers, you take one last look back, a silent vow to return with the alliance that will secure the future of Olympia. [[Inspect the carriage before leaving|AP33]]

You make your way to the carriage, the clatter of hooves and the rustle of leaves a soothing backdrop to the anticipation that courses through your veins. Thrasybulos and Eudoxos flank you, their presence a comforting reminder of the protection and loyalty that accompanies you on this journey. As you approach the carriage, you take a moment to inspect it, ensuring that everything is in order. The vehicle is sturdy and well-maintained, its wood polished to a deep, rich sheen. You check the locks and latches, confirming that the valuables and supplies are securely stowed away. Thrasybulos and Eudoxos take their positions at the front, their hands steady on the reins as they guide the two powerful horses. The animals are well-trained and responsive, their muscles rippling beneath their sleek coats as they prepare for the journey ahead. You climb into the back of the carriage, the plush cushions a welcome respite from the rigors of the road. As you settle in, you take a deep breath, allowing the rhythm of the carriage to lull you into a state of calm focus. The valuables, carefully packed and secured, are a tangible reminder of the trust placed in you and the importance of your mission. With a final nod to Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, you give the signal to depart. The carriage lurches forward, the horses' hooves striking the cobblestones in a steady, rhythmic cadence. As you leave the polis behind, the grandeur of Olympia fading into the distance, you turn your gaze forward, ready to face whatever challenges and adventures await you on the road to Eryx. [[The Journey begins|AP34]]

As the carriage rolls along the winding road, the landscape shifting from the bustling streets of Olympia to the serene beauty of the countryside, you find yourself engaging in light conversation with Thrasybulos and Eudoxos. The easy banter helps to pass the time and builds a sense of camaraderie between you.<<dialogue "Philtra" "It's a beautiful day for a journey, isn't it? The sun is warm, and the air is crisp. I'm glad we have such fine weather for our travels.">>Thrasybulos chuckles, his voice a deep, resonant rumble. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Indeed, it is, my lady. Though I must say, I've seen my fair share of weather, from the scorching heat of summer to the biting cold of winter. But today, it's as if the gods themselves have blessed our path.">>Eudoxos nods in agreement, his eyes scanning the horizon with a keen, practiced gaze. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "The gods are certainly with us. It's a good omen for our mission.">>You lean forward, your curiosity piqued by the stories these two guards might have to tell. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You both seem to have quite a few interesting tales to share. Thrasybulos, When did you join the Praetorian squad. What was your life like before?">>Thrasybulos smiles, a faraway look in his eyes as he recalls his past. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Ah.... well, I was a simple shepherd once, tending to my flock in the hills. Life was quiet and peaceful, but it was also challenging. Then, one day, the army came to our village, looking for recruits. I was drafted and sent to training. It was tough, but I managed. During that time, some nobles took notice of me, and they pulled me out of the regular army to put me in the Praetorian squad. It was a sudden change, but one I'm grateful for. The Praetorian life has treated me well so far.">> [[Ask Eudoxos about his childhood|AP35]]

You turn to Eudoxos, eager to hear his story as well. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And you, Eudoxos? How did you come to be a Praetorian?">>Eudoxos straightens, a sense of pride in his voice. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "I was born and bred to be a Praetorian, my lady. My mother was a helping hand for one of the big noble families, and they sponsored my training from a very young age. I've known nothing but discipline and duty. It's all I've ever wanted, to serve and protect.">>You listen intently, a sense of admiration and respect growing for these two men who have dedicated their lives to service and loyalty. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your stories are inspiring. It's clear that you both have a deep sense of honor and commitment. I am honored to have you by my side on this journey.">>Thrasybulos and Eudoxos exchange a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "The honor is ours, my lady. We will protect you with our lives.">>Eudoxos nods in agreement, his expression serious and resolute. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "You can count on us. We will see you safely to Eryx and back.">>As the carriage continues its journey, you feel a sense of comfort and security in the presence of your guards. Their stories have given you a more profound insight into their characters, and you feel they don't seem like the type to be bought out with coins. [[Eudoxos confesses|AP36]]

Eudoxos leans in, his voice low and cautious as he shares his thoughts. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "My lady, if I may speak freely, I greatly admire your father, Peregrine. His valor and sense of duty are unmatched. Unlike Mnemonides, who was always eager for war, Peregrine was a man of peace and wisdom.">>Thrasybulos nods in agreement, his expression thoughtful. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Indeed, Peregrine is a true hero. And speaking of heroes, my lady, are you skilled with a sword? It's always good to know one's capabilities in times of need.">>You smile, appreciating their concern and the shift to a more informal tone. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Please, call me Philtra. There's no need for formalities between us. Consider me your friend.">>Eudoxos and Thrasybulos exchange a glance, a hint of surprise and pleasure in their eyes. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "As you wish, Philtra. It's an honor to call you friend.">>Thrasybulos chuckles, a warm sound that fills the carriage. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And to answer your question, I did train with my father when I was young. But I must admit, I'm really out of touch now. If given the choice, I would never pick up a weapon again. My mission is to bring peace, and propagating violence goes against everything I stand for.">>They nod, understanding and respecting your sentiments. You continue<<dialogue "Philtra" "While I appreciate the skill and the protection it offers, I prefer to resolve conflicts through diplomacy and understanding. But I am grateful for your protection and your company on this journey.">>Eudoxos smiles, a genuine warmth in his eyes. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "Your wisdom and compassion are truly admirable. With you leading the way, I have faith that we can secure the alliance and bring peace to Olympia.">>Thrasybulos adds, his voice filled with conviction. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Indeed, your dedication to peace is inspiring. We will do everything in our power to ensure your safety and the success of your mission.">>As the carriage continues its journey, you feel a deep sense of camaraderie and trust with your guards. Their support and admiration for your father, combined with their own noble qualities, strengthen your resolve. <<set $elementalpower = 3>> <<set $combat = 3>> [[Eudoxos confesses|AP37]]

As the sun begins to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the landscape, Thrasybulos turns to you, his voice steady and reassuring. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Eudoxos and I will take turns resting and keeping watch. It's a long journey, and we need to ensure we're well-rested and alert. When I sleep, Eudoxos will stay awake to guard and continue our travel, and vice versa. You, however, can rest whenever you need to. Your comfort and safety are our top priorities.">>You nod, appreciating their consideration and the careful planning that goes into ensuring a safe journey. <<dialogue "Philtra" "That sounds like a wise plan. Thank you for taking care of everything. I trust your judgment.">>Thrasybulos smiles, a hint of fatigue in his eyes. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "You're welcome, Philtra. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll take a bit of rest. Eudoxos will keep a watchful eye on our path.">>With that, Thrasybulos makes his way to the back of the carriage, settling down on the cushions with a sigh of relief. You watch as he closes his eyes, his breathing slowly evening out as he drifts into sleep. Eudoxos takes the reins, his posture alert and focused as he guides the horses forward. You can feel the steady rhythm of the carriage, the gentle rocking lulling you into a state of calm and tranquility.<<dialogue "Eudoxos" "Get some rest. I've got this.">>You smile, a sense of security and trust washing over you. With Eudoxos at the helm and Thrasybulos resting, you allow yourself to relax, knowing that you are in capable hands. As you close your eyes, you drift off to sleep, the gentle clatter of hooves and the rustle of leaves a soothing lullaby that carries you into dreams of peace and alliance. [[Try to sleep|AP38]]

As you lie in the back of the carriage, the gentle rocking lulling you into a state of relaxation, you find your thoughts drifting to a place of desire and need. The tension of the journey and the weight of your mission have left you craving a release, a moment of pure pleasure. Your mind wanders to the two guards, Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, their strong, capable forms are a tantalizing prospect. You wonder if you should proposition them, if they would accept your offer. The thought sends a thrill through you. Would they see it as a sign of respect and desire, or would they view you as a royal whore, using your position to satisfy your carnal needs? Your mind races with the possibilities, the pros and cons playing out in a whirlwind of thoughts. On one hand, you crave the intimacy, the connection, and the release. On the other, you fear the potential loss of respect, the shift in their perception of you from a trusted advisor to a mere object of desire. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. The decision is yours, and yours alone. You know that whatever you choose, it will have consequences, but you also know that you are a woman of power and influence, capable of navigating the complexities of desire and duty. As you lie there, the carriage continuing its journey, you make your choice. You force yourself to sleep and hope the next morning drives your desire away. [[The next morning|AP39]]

You hear the birds chirping and the rays of the sun piercing your eyelids. You stir from your sleep, the gentle rocking of the carriage a soothing lullaby that has carried you through the night. As you open your eyes, you are surprised to see Thrasybulos and Eudoxos already awake, their voices low in conversation. You listen for a moment, trying to discern the topic of their discussion, but their words are muffled, and you can't make out the details. You sit up quickly as you hear the flow of water nearby and say <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thrasybulos, Eudoxos, I hear a river nearby. Could we stop so I can take a bath? A bit of fresh water would do wonders for my weary body.">> The carriage comes to a gentle halt, and you hear the nearby sound of a river, the flow of water a calming melody. You get down from the carriage and start stretching your muscles, which are stiff from a day of travel. Thrasybulos turns to you, a nod of understanding in his eyes. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Of course. We'll find a suitable spot for you to bathe.">>Eudoxos adds, his voice steady and reassuring. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "We'll make sure you have the privacy you need. Just let us know if there's anything else you require.">>You step out of the carriage, the cool morning air a welcome respite from the confines of the vehicle. You stretch your limbs, feeling the tension ease from your muscles. As you look around, you spot a secluded area near the river, the water clear and inviting. You turn to Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, a question lingering in your mind. Should you strip in front of them or ask for privacy? You weigh the options, considering the respect and trust you've built with them. [[Sedcue them both|AP40]] [[Ask for some privacy|AP41]]

You turn to Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, a playful smile on your lips as you make your decision. Instead of asking for privacy, you choose to seduce them, to invite them into a moment of shared pleasure and intimacy.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Thrasybulos, Eudoxos, would you help me out of my dress? I'd like to take a bath in the river, and I could use some assistance.">>The two guards exchange a glance, a sense of hesitation in their eyes. But they shyly oblige, their hands gentle as they help you slip out of your dress, the fabric falling to the ground in a pool of color. You stand before them, naked and unashamed. You turn to them, your voice soft but insistent. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Now, it's your turn. Join me in the river.">>Eudoxos is shocked and does not react, Thrasybulos is quick to say<<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "No.... Please. You are the royal advisor, it is not right for us to join you in the bath. But you do not need to change your mind about your desire to bathe on our account. Please continue, we will keep watch here.">>You will not take no for an answer, and thus you push<<dialogue "Philtra" "We're friends, after all, and friends share everything. Join me.">>Thrasybulos and Eudoxos are reluctant, their professionalism warring with their growing attraction. But your insistence, coupled with the allure of your naked form, proves too tempting to resist. They begin to undress, their movements shy and awkward, but their eyes never leaving yours. As they join you by the river, there is a thrill of excitement and anticipation. The three of you wade into the water, the cool liquid a refreshing embrace. You splash and play, your laughter echoing through the forest, a symphony of joy and freedom. [[Take the bath together|AP46]]

You decide to ask for privacy, wanting to maintain the dignity and professionalism of your relationship.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you both. I would appreciate some privacy while I bathe. Could you please keep watch from a distance? I won't be long.">>Thrasybulos and Eudoxos nod in unison, a silent understanding passing between them. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Of course. We'll be nearby if you need anything. Take your time.">>With that, you make your way to the secluded spot, the sound of the river a soothing backdrop to your thoughts. You undress, the cool water a refreshing embrace as you step into the river, ready to wash away the weariness of the journey and start the day anew. You wade into the river, the cool water a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the morning sun. You can't help but let out a laugh as you splash around, the joy of the moment washing away the tension and fatigue of your journey. The water is crystal clear, and you can see the pebbles and smooth stones beneath your feet, their surfaces glistening in the dappled light filtering through the canopy above. As you play in the water, you spot a few rabbits darting through the grass, their fur a soft, rusty brown. They pause, their noses twitching as they sniff the air, before bounding off into the underbrush. You watch them with a smile, their playful antics a delightful distraction. Your gaze shifts upward, and you notice a group of monkeys in the trees, their agile forms swinging from branch to branch with ease. They chatter and chitter, their voices a lively symphony that blends with the rustle of leaves and the babble of the river. You watch as one of the monkeys leaps from a branch, its hands outstretched as it attempts to catch a bird in mid-flight. The bird darts away, its wings a blur of motion, and the monkey lands gracefully on a lower branch, its expression one of curious disappointment. <<set $seduction = 2>> <<set $courage = 4>> <<set $sexuality = 0>> [[Enjoy the river|AP42]]

You let yourself drift with the current, the gentle flow of the water carrying you along. You close your eyes, allowing the soothing rhythm to lull you into a state of deep relaxation. The sounds of the forest fade into the background, replaced by the calming rush of water and the soft murmur of your own thoughts. After what feels like an eternity, you open your eyes, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. You make your way back to the shore, the cool water dripping from your skin as you step onto the rocky bank. You look around for your dress, expecting to see it where you left it, folded neatly on a nearby rock. But as you scan the area, you realize with a start that your dress is nowhere to be found. A wave of panic washes over you as you frantically search the ground, your heart racing. You wonder if the dress got caught in the current and was washed away downstream, or if a gust of wind blew it into the underbrush. You turn in a circle, your eyes darting from one potential hiding spot to another. And then, you see it... a flash of color high up in the trees. You squint, trying to make out the details, and your heart sinks as you realize that a group of monkeys has taken your dress. They hold it curiously, their expressions a blend of confusion and amusement as they examine the unfamiliar fabric. [[Call the Praetorians for help|AP43]] [[Try to get the dress yourself without getting the Praetorians' attention|AP44]]

You let out a sigh of exasperation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Well.... this is a predicament. I suppose I'll have to negotiate with the monkeys to get my dress back.">>You call out to Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, your voice carrying a note of urgency. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thrasybulos, Eudoxos, a little help, please? It seems the monkeys have taken a liking to my dress.">>Their heads appear over the top of the carriage, and they quickly make their way to your side. As they approach, their expressions shift from concern and curiosity to shock and a hint of something more... attraction and appreciation. You realize with a start that you are still naked, your body glistening with water droplets, and you quickly try to cover yourself with your arms and hands, a blush spreading across your cheeks. Thrasybulos and Eudoxos avert their gazes, their professionalism kicking in as they struggle to maintain their composure. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Monkeys, you say? Let's see what we can do about that.">>Eudoxos adds, his voice steady despite the underlying tension. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "It seems you've made quite the impression on the local wildlife. Let's retrieve your dress and continue our journey.">>You nod, grateful for their discretion and support. Together, you devise a plan to coax the monkeys into returning your dress. Thrasybulos and Eudoxos shout and throw a few stones in the direction of the trees, startling the monkeys. The creatures chatter in alarm and drop your dress, which falls to the ground with a soft rustle. You quickly retrieve your dress, your heart racing as you pull it on, the fabric a welcome barrier against the cool air and the intensity of the moment. You check the dress for any damage, a wave of relief washing over you as you find no tears or holes.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you both. I'm so grateful for your help. I don't know what I would have done without you.">>Thrasybulos and Eudoxos exchange a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "It's our duty to protect and assist you. We're just glad we could help.">>Eudoxos adds, a genuine warmth in his eyes. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "You're welcome, Philtra. We're here for you, always.">>As you make your way back to the carriage, you feel a newfound comfort and camaraderie with your guards. The shared experience has strengthened the bond between you, and you know that you can speak freely when among them. [[Go back to the carriage|AP49]]

You decide to retrieve your dress yourself, not wanting to alert Thrasybulos and Eudoxos to your predicament. You pick up a few stones and throw them at the tree, hoping to startle the monkeys into dropping your dress. The monkeys chatter and swing from branch to branch, but they hold onto your dress, their curiosity piqued by the unfamiliar fabric. You sigh, realizing that you'll have to take matters into your hands. You spot a low-hanging branch and begin to climb, your muscles straining with the effort. The bark is rough against your skin, and you have to be careful not to lose your footing. As you ascend, you can hear the monkeys above you, their chatter causing alarm. Finally, you reach a branch that's close enough to the monkeys to scare them away. You take a deep breath and let out a loud shout, your voice echoing through the trees. The monkeys screech in surprise and drop your dress, scampering off into the canopy. But as you reach for your dress, you realize with a start that you're stuck. Your legs are each on a different branch, and you're struggling to maintain your balance. You try to shift your weight, but the tree sways, and you hear a rumble of branches above you. Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, hearing the commotion, come to investigate. They call out to you, their voices laced with concern. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Philtra? Where are you?">><<dialogue "Eudoxos" "Philtra, are you alright?">>As they look up, their eyes widen in shock. You're perched high in the tree, your legs spread wide on either side of the branch, giving them an unobstructed view of your wet, hairless quim. Your bouncing breasts catch their attention, and you can see the struggle in their eyes as they try to maintain their professionalism. [[Get down somehow|AP45]]

You blush deeply, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment as you realize your predicament. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I... I'm stuck. I can't get down.">>Thrasybulos and Eudoxos steel themselves, their voices steady and reassuring. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Don't worry. We've got you. Just jump, and we'll catch you.">><<dialogue "Eudoxos" "We won't let you fall. Trust us.">>You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. You know you can trust them, and you steel yourself for the jump. With a final nod, you push off from the branch, your body falling through the air. Eudoxos catches you with surprising gentleness, his strong arms wrapping around you as he lowers you to the ground. You quickly retrieve your dress, your movements hurried and shy as you pull it on, the fabric a welcome barrier against the cool air and the intensity of the moment. As you make your way back to the carriage, you are torn between feeling embarrassment and also amusement. The three of you share a laugh, the tension of the situation dissolving into a shared moment of camaraderie and understanding.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Well, that was quite the adventure. Thank you both for your quick thinking and support.">>Thrasybulos and Eudoxos exchange a glance, a hint of a smile playing on their lips. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "It was our pleasure, really. We're just glad you're safe.">><<dialogue "Eudoxos" "Indeed. And who knows? Maybe next time, we'll need to bring a ladder.">>You all laugh, the sound echoing through the forest as you continue on your journey, your bond strengthened by the shared experience and the trust you've built in each other. [[Go back to the carriage|AP49]]

After a while, you relax, your body floating on the surface of the water, the gentle current carrying you along. You turn to Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, a mischievous glint in your eye. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Would you two help wash me? I want to make sure I'm thoroughly clean.">>They nod, with eagerness in their expressions. You come closer together, your bodies pressing against each other as you begin to wash one another. Your hands explore, soaping and rinsing, the intimacy of the act heightening your senses and deepening your connection. As you wash, you can't help but ask about their lives, their families. You ask. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Are you both married? Or maybe a lover waiting for you back in the polis?">>Eudoxos speaks first, his voice soft and wistful. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "I'm not married yet, but I hope to find a nice woman soon. Someone kind and loving, who will stand by my side.">>Thrasybulos chuckles, a warm, contented sound. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "I'm happily married, with two wonderful kids. They're my world, and I'm grateful for every moment I spend with them.">>You listen, your heart swelling with envy. You can see the love and devotion in their eyes, and it fills you with a sense of warmth and belonging. <<if $threadOfTheGoldenTongue>> [[Push them further to use your power to guarantee their loyalty to you|AP48]] [[Finish the bath and go back to the carriage|AP47]] <<else>> [[Finish the bath and go back to the carriage|AP47]] <</if>>

After you've all been thoroughly washed, you step out of the river, your bodies glistening with water droplets. You lie in the sun, the warm rays drying your skin and soothing your muscles. As you dress, you feel a newfound comfort and camaraderie with your guards, a bond forged in the shared experience of pleasure and intimacy. You notice their naked body and set your eyes on their erect phalluses and realize the effect your body has on people. You take pride in your beauty, and you feel pleased to show your body off to everyone. You know Thrasybulos and Eudoxo are not the kind of people to brag to everyone about seeing you naked. You make your way back to the carriage, the three of you walking side by side, your steps in sync, your spirits lifted. As you climb back into the vehicle, you feel grateful for this moment, for the trust and friendship you've built, and you feel a newfound comfort and camaraderie with your guards. The shared experience has strengthened the bond between you, and you know that you can speak freely when among them. <<set $seduction = 4>> <<set $courage = 5>> <<set $sexuality = 6>> [[Go back to the carriage|AP49]]

After a while, You all step out of the river, your bodies glistening with water droplets, the cool air a refreshing contrast to the warmth of your skin. You turn to Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, a seductive smile playing on your lips as you make your decision to take things further.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Gentlemen, I would like to request a favor from both of you. I need... I need some release. I need it to concentrate on my mission, it has been messing with my head for the entire journey. I can see both your bodies agreeing with me. ">>You point at their erect phalluses, knowing it will take a lot for them to resist you. Thrasybulos looks at you, his expression is one of desire. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Philtra, I... I am married. I cannot betray my wife.">>Eudoxos, on the other hand, seems eager, his eyes roving over your naked form with unbridled appreciation. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "I am yours. Command me, and I will obey.">>You push Thrasybulos gently, his back hitting the soft grass with a thud. Before he can react or refuse, you quickly straddle him, your quim poised above his phallus. With a swift movement, you impale yourself on him, your body taking him in fully, your wetness easing his entry.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Shh, Thrasybulos. This is what I want, and I will have it.">>You begin to ride him, your movements slow and erotic, your body undulating in a dance of pleasure. You can feel his hesitation melting away, replaced by a growing desire that matches your own. Your breasts bounce with each movement, your nipples hard and sensitive, begging for attention. <<set $seduction = 6>> <<set $courage = 5>> <<set $sexuality = 7>> [[Capitalize on their weakness|AP50]]

The carriage lurches forward, the horses' hooves striking the cobblestones in a steady, rhythmic cadence as you all climb aboard. You turn to Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, your voice filled with urgency and anticipation.<<dialogue "Philtra" "We must make haste. Speed up the horses, we need to reach Eryx as quickly as possible.">>Thrasybulos and Eudoxos nod in unison, their expressions determined. They crack the reins, urging the horses to a faster pace. The carriage picks up speed, the wind rushing past your faces, carrying with it the scent of adventure and the promise of what lies ahead. As the sun reaches its zenith, you call for a halt, your stomach rumbling with hunger. <<dialogue "Philtra" "We should stop for a moment to eat and give the horses a rest. We can't afford to have them tire out before we reach Eryx.">>The carriage comes to a gentle stop, and you all disembark, stretching your limbs and taking in the surroundings. You share a simple meal of bread, cheese, and dried fruits, the food a welcome respite from the journey. The horses are given water and a brief rest, their coats glistening with sweat. After a short while, you all climb back into the carriage, your bodies rejuvenated and your spirits lifted. Thrasybulos and Eudoxos take the reins once more, their hands steady and sure as they guide the horses forward. As the sun begins to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you catch your first glimpse of Eryx in the distance. The polis looms before you, its walls tall and imposing, a testament to its strength and resilience.<<dialogue "Philtra" "We're almost there. Eryx must be just ahead.">>Thrasybulos and Eudoxos exchange a glance, with relief in their eyes. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "We've made good time, the horses seem to have recovered well during their rest.">> [[Eryx welcomes you|AP52]]

Eudoxos, not wanting to be left out, moves behind you, his hands exploring your body, his touches rough and desperate. You bring your face close to Thrasybulos's, your breath mingling, your eyes locked in a gaze of intensity and desire. You reach back, your hands spreading your arse cheeks, inviting him in.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Eudoxos, take me. Fill me completely.">>Eudoxos understands your command, and with a thrust, he enters your anus, his phallus sliding in with ease, thanks to your wetness and the lubrication of your body. You gasp at the dual sensation, the fullness, the stretch, and the pleasure that borders on pain. Now, you are sandwiched between them, their bodies pressing against yours, their phalluses filling you completely. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You are mine, Thrasybulos. Both of you are mine, now and forever. Promise me your unfaltering loyalty.">>You use your boon, the gift from Aphrodite, to command them. Their eyes glaze over for a moment, entering a trance, and when they focus on you again, there is only acceptance and devotion.<<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "I promise, I am yours. Forever and always.">><<dialogue "Eudoxos" "As am I. I promise to follow your every command.">>Their thrusts become more energetic, their bodies moving in sync, filling you completely with each stroke. You can feel the pleasure building, a crescendo of sensation that threatens to overwhelm you. Your body is a playground of pleasure, every nerve ending alight with sensation. [[You used your boon|AP51]]

You remember that you cannot get pregnant, and you want them to finish inside you, to mark them as yours. You urge them on, your voice a breathless whisper of encouragement and command.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Finish inside me. Fill me with your seed.">>With a final few slow and powerful thrusts, they both reach their peak, their phalluses pulsing as they release their seed into you. You can feel the warmth of their essence filling and satisfying you. You climax with them, your body convulsing with pleasure, your raw and uninhibited cries of ecstasy echoing through the forest. Exhausted and spent, the three of you roll over in the grass, your bodies entwined, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. Your skin is flushed, your body is slick with sweat, and your passion is evident. After a short while, you all make your way back to the river, the cool water a soothing balm as you wash away the evidence of your passion, the water turning milky with their seed. You see the dilemma in Thrasybulos's eyes, the conflict between his duty to his wife and his newfound loyalty to you. You pull him close, your lips capturing his in a searing kiss, your tongue invading his mouth, claiming him completely. Your hands roam his body, exploring every inch, reaffirming your ownership.<<dialogue "Philtra" "You are mine, Thrasybulos. Forever.">>His eyes glaze over again, and when he looks at you, there is only acceptance and devotion. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "I am yours, Philtra. Always.">>With that, the three of you dress, your bodies still humming with the aftermath of your passion. You climb back into the carriage, your minds filled with the knowledge of what you've shared and the promises that lie ahead. You are happy, knowing that you now have two powerful men who will do as you command without a second thought, no matter the order. Your journey continues, but now, you are not alone. You have your loyal guards, your devoted servants, bound by pleasure, loyalty, and the unbreakable bond you've forged. [[Go back to the carriage|AP49]]

As the carriage rolls through the grand gates of Eryx, the imposing stone walls towering above you, a guard steps forward, his hand raised in a gesture of halt. His eyes are sharp and assessing as he approaches the carriage, his voice firm and authoritative.<<dialogue "Guard" "Halt! State your purpose in Eryx.">>You lean out of the carriage, your voice steady and confident as you deliver the response your mother had suggested. <<dialogue "Philtra" "We are here to meet Elara, the Hierodules in the Academy of Aphrodite. We have important matters to discuss with her.">>The guard's expression softens slightly, a hint of recognition in his eyes. <<dialogue "Guard" "Elara, you say? Very well, you may pass. The Academy is located in the heart of the city. Follow the main road, and you will find it easily.">>With a nod of thanks, you signal for Thrasybulos and Eudoxos to continue. The carriage moves forward, the clatter of hooves and wheels echoing through the streets of Eryx. As you journey deeper into the city, you can't help but marvel at its grandeur and the bustling energy that fills the air. Finally, the carriage comes to a stop in front of a magnificent building, its architecture a blend of elegance and mystique. The Academy of Aphrodite stands before you, its doors adorned with intricate carvings and symbols of the goddess. You disembark, your heart racing with nervousness.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Thrasybulos, Eudoxos, wait here for me. I will go in and seek an audience with Elara.">>They nod, their expressions one of support. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Please be careful. We will be right here if you need us.">> With a deep breath, you make your way to the entrance of the Academy, your steps echoing on the polished stone floor. You push open the heavy doors, and as you step inside, you are enveloped in a sense of tranquility and reverence. The air is filled with the scent of incense and the soft murmur of voices engaged in prayer and meditation. <<if visited("Elara 21") > 0>> [[Meet Elara|AP53]] <<else>> [[Meet Elara|AP54]] <</if>>

You make your way into the academy to Elara's study room. You step into the chamber, a familiar sense of comfort and reverence washing over you as you see Elara sitting before you. Her presence is as commanding as ever, and her gaze, though piercing, is filled with warmth and recognition.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Greetings, Elara. It is a pleasure to see you again.">>Elara's face lights up with delight, a genuine smile spreading across her features. <<dialogue "Elara" "Ah! Philtra! What a surprise! You and your family left in such a hurry after the trials. It has been too long since you last graced these halls. How have you been, my dear?">>You return her smile, your voice filled with affection and respect. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I have been well, thank you for asking. Olympia's king, Basileos, has tasked me with an important mission. I am here with two Praetorian guards and a letter from the king to meet with Queen Iphianassa of Eryx on his behalf.">>Elara nods, her expression thoughtful. <<dialogue "Elara" "A mission from the king! How exciting! And how fitting that it brings you back to Eryx. You know, I always knew you were destined for great things. Your dedication and courage have never ceased to amaze me.">>She rises from her throne, her movements graceful and purposeful. <<dialogue "Elara" "For now, let us ensure that both you and your guards are well-rested. I will provide you with a guest room where you can sleep for the night. Tomorrow, we will make the necessary arrangements for your audience with Queen Iphianassa.">>You bow your head in gratitude, a sense of comfort and anticipation filling you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you. Your continued support and guidance mean the world to me.">>Elara places a hand on your shoulder, her touch gentle and reassuring. <<dialogue "Elara" "You are always welcome here. May Aphrodite guide your steps and grant you success in your mission.">>With that, you follow Elara out of the chamber, ready to face the challenges that lie ahead with the knowledge that you have the support and blessing of both Aphrodite and your mentor. [[Retire to your room|AP55]]

You approach a priestess who stands near the entrance, her robes flowing and her expression serene. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Greetings. I am Philtra, and I seek an audience with Elara, the Hierodules. I have traveled far to meet with her on a matter of great importance.">>The priestess bows her head slightly, a smile playing on her lips. <<dialogue "Priestess" "Welcome, Philtra. Please, follow me, and I will take you to her.">>You follow the priestess through the winding corridors of the Academy, the walls adorned with tapestries and paintings that depict the stories and teachings of Aphrodite. Finally, you arrive at a set of ornate doors, and the priestess knocks softly before opening them.<<dialogue "Priestess" "The Hierodules Elara is in there, you can go in and meet her.">>You step into the chamber, your eyes adjusting to the soft, purple light that fills the room. Elara sits on an old wooden chair, her presence commanding and her gaze occupied by a few books and scripts that are on her table. You bow your head in respect, taking a moment to compose yourself before speaking.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Greetings, Hierodules Elara. I am Philtra, daughter of Medaea. I have traveled far to seek your guidance and support.">>Elara's eyes widen slightly, a spark of recognition and surprise flashing across her face. <<dialogue "Elara" "Medea? You are Medaea's daughter? How remarkable! Medaea and I were friends long ago, when we were both initiates in this very academy. Tell me, child, what brings you to Eryx?">>You take a deep breath, your voice steady and confident as you share your story. <<dialogue "Philtra" "To begin with, my mother insisted on me confessing to you that I have passed the trials of Aphrodite and I am now a devotee of the goddess. To answer your question, Olympia's king, Basileos, has tasked me with an important mission. I am here with two Praetorian guards and a letter from the king to meet with Queen Iphianassa of Eryx on his behalf.">>Elara's expression softens, a warm smile playing on her lips. <<dialogue "Elara" "A devotee of Aphrodite, how wonderful! And to think, you are Medaea's daughter. Your mother and I shared many adventures together. She was always so brave and determined on her tasks.">>She leans forward, her voice filled with curiosity and admiration. <<dialogue "Elara" "Tell me, Philtra, how did you come to pass the trials? The process of initiates attempting the trials was always kept within the confines of the academy. Only Medaea could have found a way to take the trials outside these walls.">>You nod, a hint of pride in your eyes. <<dialogue "Philtra" "My mother has always been a source of strength and wisdom for me. She provided me with a concoction that allowed me to travel to the Ethereal plane and attempt the trials, and with Aphrodite's blessing, I was able to succeed.">>Elara claps her hands together, her eyes sparkling with delight. <<dialogue "Elara" "This is truly a joyous occasion! I am thrilled to meet you and to know that Medaea's legacy lives on in you. I will do everything in my power to assist you in your mission.">>She rises from her seat, her movements graceful and fluid. <<dialogue "Elara" "For now, let us ensure that both you and your guards are well-rested. I will provide you with a guest room where you can sleep for the night. Tomorrow, we will make the necessary arrangements for your audience with Queen Iphianassa.">>You bow your head in gratitude, a sense of relief and excitement washing over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Hierodules Elara. Your kindness and support mean more to me than words can express.">> [[Retire to your room|AP55]]

You all make your way to the guest room to get a good night's sleep. The guest room is quiet and peaceful. The next morning, the soft light of dawn filtered through the windows, casting a gentle glow over the space. You stir from your sleep, the events of the past day still fresh in your mind. As you open your eyes, you find Thrasybulos and Eudoxos already awake, their expressions alert and ready.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Good morning, gentlemen. We have a big day ahead of us.">>They nod in unison, a silent understanding passing between you. You quickly dress, taking care to present yourself in a manner befitting an audience with the queen. You check your reflection in the mirror, ensuring that your appearance is impeccable and that you carry yourself with the confidence and dignity expected of a representative of Olympia. As you make your way down to the entrance, you double-check the king's letter, ensuring that it is untampered with and securely fastened. The weight of your mission settles on your shoulders, a reminder of the importance of your task and the stakes involved. At the entrance, you find Elara waiting, her presence commanding and her expression serious. Thrasybulos and Eudoxos stand beside her, their posture straight and their eyes scanning the surroundings with vigilance.<<dialogue "Elara" "Let's go. The palace is nearby, and we should not keep the queen waiting.">>You nod, falling into step beside her as you make the short journey to the royal palace. The streets of Eryx are already bustling with activity, the air filled with the sounds of commerce and the scent of morning dew. [[Make your way to the palace|AP56]]

As you walk, Elara leans in, her voice low and urgent. <<dialogue "Elara" "There is something important you should know about Queen Iphianassa. She has been unhappy with Olympia ever since the mysterious demise of the former king, Kyrathos. He had a good relationship with her, and she believes that Klytemnaestra plotted and killed him to put her young and naive son, Basileos, on the throne so she could be the puppet master.">>You listen intently, your mind racing as you process this crucial information. <<dialogue "Philtra" "That is valuable insight, Elara. Thank you for warning me.">>Elara continues, her expression thoughtful. <<dialogue "Elara" "Also, Iphianassa's daughter, Myrrine, is an initiate in the academy. She is expected to go through the training and pass the trials soon. Even though Myrrine is a princess, inside the academy walls, all the initiates will be treated equally. Outside the walls, however, she will be treated like a princess.">>You nod, filing away this information, knowing that it could be useful in your negotiations. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Interesting! I appreciate your guidance, Elara. I feel like I have leverage now, it will help me navigate this delicate situation.">>As you approach the palace, the grandeur of the structure takes your breath away. The guards at the entrance nod to Elara, recognizing her authority, and allow you and your companions to pass without question.<<dialogue "Guard" "Welcome to the palace of Eryx. Please, follow me to the queen's leisure room. Her Majesty will see you there.">>You follow the guard through the opulent halls of the palace, your steps echoing on the polished marble floor. The leisure room is a vision of elegance and comfort, with plush seating and intricate tapestries adorning the walls.<<dialogue "Guard" "Please, make yourselves comfortable. Her Majesty will be with you shortly.">>You take a seat. Thrasybulos and Eudoxos stand guard, their presence a comforting reminder of the support and loyalty you have behind you. [[Wait for the queen to arrive|AP57]]

The leisure room is filled with a tense anticipation as the door swings open, and Queen Iphianassa enters, flanked by her attendants. She is a vision of regal elegance, her all-purple sultry royal gown clinging to her figure, accentuating her youthful appearance. You realize this is a pattern among Aphrodite's followers, they look much younger than they really are. You have seen that with Medaea and also Elara. Her long, flowing black hair cascades down her back, and her eyes, though weary, hold a spark of curiosity and a hint of distrust as they land on you.<<dialogue "Iphianassa" "Elara, my dear friend, it is a pleasure to see you.">>Elara steps forward, a warm smile on her lips as she greets the queen. <<dialogue "Elara" "Iphianassa, the pleasure is mine.">>Iphianassa's gaze shifts to you, her expression turning wearily distrustful. Elara, sensing the tension, steps in to introduce you. <<dialogue "Elara" "Allow me to introduce Philtra, the daughter of Medaea. She has come on a mission from Olympia.">>At the mention of Medaea's name, Iphianassa's demeanor changes instantly. The distrust in her eyes is replaced by a spark of joy and interest. <<dialogue "Iphianassa" "Medaea? You are Medaea's daughter? How wonderful! And where is that dear friend of mine? Why is she not here with you?">>You bow your head respectfully, your voice is steady and clear. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, my mother has been tasked with guarding King Basileos in Olympia. She could not accompany me on this journey, but she sends her warmest regards and hopes that you are in good health.">>Iphianassa's expression softens, a nostalgic smile playing on her lips. <<dialogue "Iphianassa" "Oh... Those good old days. Medaea, Elara, and I share a bond that goes back many years. We were all initiates together, and we took the trials of Aphrodite side by side. Those were days filled with challenge and camaraderie. Medaea was always so brave and wise. She was an advisor to me for a short amount of time until Aphrodite gave her a mission that took her elsewhere, her counsel was invaluable to me.">> [[Medaea's history in Eryx is a leverage|AP58]]

You listen intently, realizing the depth of the bond shared by these three women. It becomes clear why your mother insisted on invoking her name before proposing anything. The trust and history between them are a foundation you can build upon.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, I am honored to be the daughter of such a respected and beloved figure. Medaea often speaks of her time in Eryx with great affection and admiration for you and Elara.">>Iphianassa nods, her eyes shining with nostalgia and warmth. <<dialogue "Iphianassa" "And how is Medaea faring these days? I hope she is well and happy.">>You respond with a genuine smile, your voice filled with pride. <<dialogue "Philtra" "She is doing well, Your Majesty. Her dedication to her duties and her love for Aphrodite are unwavering. She often speaks of the lessons she learned from you and Elara and how they have shaped her into the person she is today.">>You lie, Medaea is very secretive of her past. Her secretive past even frustrates your father, but you need to say this to get on their good graces. Iphianassa then slowly turns her eyes toward the two Praetorians and the wooden box that they have carried into the chambers. Iphianassa's smiling face turns back to one of distrust. Iphianassa's expression turns thoughtful, and she leans back in her seat, her fingers drumming lightly on the armrest. <<dialogue "Iphianassa" "Tell me, Philtra, what brings you to Eryx on behalf of Olympia? What is this mission that your king has entrusted you with?">>You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the delicate negotiations ahead. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, King Basileos has sent me with a letter and a proposal that he hopes will strengthen the alliance between Olympia and Eryx. May I present it to you?">>Iphianassa nods, her eyes curious and expectant. <<dialogue "Iphianassa" "Of course, Philtra. I am eager to hear what your king has to say.">>As you reach into your robes to retrieve the letter, a sense of pride and responsibility weighs heavily on you. You are not just delivering a message; you are carrying the hopes and dreams of your people, and with the support of your mother's legacy and the bond between these three remarkable women, you can guarantee Olympia's safety. [[now for the purpose of your visit|AP59]]

You present the untampered letter to Queen Iphianassa, the king's seal intact and prominent. As she begins to read, her attention is fully absorbed by the contents of the missive. You signal to Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, who step forward with a large, ornate box. They place it before the queen and, with a nod from you, open it to reveal the treasures and trinkets within... a gesture of goodwill and a symbol of Olympia's desire for alliance. Iphianassa, however, does not even glance at the gifts. Instead, her expression darkens, and she rises from her seat with a swift, angry movement. She strides towards the large window, her back to you, as she peers out into the distance with a longing that is almost palpable.<<dialogue "Iphianassa" "I want nothing to do with Olympia. Nothing. Your king's proposal means little to me. Olympia is now ruled by an evil witch, Klytemnaestra, who killed the beloved former king, Kyrathos. She is a serpent in the nest, and I will not be a part of her schemes.">>You listen intently, your mind racing with the implications of her words. The longing in her voice as she speaks of Kyrathos suggests a deeper connection than just a political alliance. Your thoughts whirl with questions: Did Kyrathos and Iphianassa have an affair? Is Myrrine Kyrathos's daughter, making her Basileos's sister? In Eryx, there are no taboos about women having children without being married, and there is no other father figure available for Myrrine. You make a mental note of this, filing it away for future consideration. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, I understand your distrust. Klytemnaestra may be a traitor, but Basileos is now a fully grown man with Zeus's blessing. He knows the threat his mother poses to his kingdom, which is why I was assigned as his advisor. Klytemnaestra will have no say in how the kingdom is run moving forward. It is time to rebuild the old relationship that existed between Olympia and Eryx.">>Iphianassa turns to face you, her eyes searching yours for a moment before she speaks. <<dialogue "Iphianassa" "Your words are wise, and I appreciate your candor. But this is a matter that requires careful consideration. I need more time to think on this.">>You nod, understanding the weight of her decision. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Of course, Your Majesty. We are here to support you in any way we can. Please take all the time you need. Olympia awaits your wise counsel and hopes for a renewed alliance.">> [[A new revelation|AP60]]

Iphianassa's eyes sparkle with a sudden idea, and she turns to you with renewed interest. <<dialogue "Iphianassa" "Philtra, have you passed the trials of Aphrodite? Are you now a devotee of the goddess?">>You nod, your voice steady and confident. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, Your Majesty. I have passed the trials and am now a devotee of Aphrodite, just like my mother, who guided me towards this my entire life.">>Iphianassa's expression turns thoughtful, and she leans forward. <<dialogue "Iphianassa" "Then I have a task for you, Philtra. Go to the academy and train my daughter, Myrrine. She must retake the trials.">>Your attention is immediately piqued, and you ask, <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, what do you mean by 're-take' the trials? Did Myrrine already try and fail?">>Before Iphianassa can respond, Elara steps forward, her voice calm and explanatory. <<dialogue "Elara" "No, Philtra, Myrrine did not fail. She was not given a guiding guardian in the Ethereal realm and thus was not allowed to take the trials. She was thrown out of the Ethereal realm as soon as she entered. Myrrine is only waiting for the right time to take the trials.">>Iphianassa, her anger palpable, throws the glass wine cup she holds to the ground, the sharp shatter of glass echoing through the room. You startle at the sudden noise, your eyes widening in surprise.<<dialogue "Iphianassa" "This is a disrespect! I have given my entire life to Aphrodite, and as a reward, my daughter was thrown out of the Ethereal realm without even being allowed to attempt the trials.">> [[Use the leverage|AP61]]

You quickly put the pieces together, understanding the depth of Iphianassa's frustration and the gravity of the situation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, perhaps Myrrine needed me to train and guide her all along. The goddess works in mysterious ways. I promise you, I will not leave Eryx before ensuring that Myrrine is trained and passes the trials.">>Iphianassa's eyes light up with a glimmer of hope, and she nods, her voice filled with newfound determination. <<dialogue "Iphianassa" "If you can keep your promise, I will agree to the alliance. Olympia and Eryx will stand together once more.">>You bow your head, a sense of resolve and purpose settling over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You have my word, Your Majesty. I will do everything in my power to ensure Myrrine's success.">>With that, you, Elara, and your two Praetorians make your way back to the academy, the weight of your new mission heavy on your shoulders. As you walk, you overcome the feeling of excitement and trepidation. The path ahead is uncertain, but you are determined to succeed, not just for the alliance between Olympia and Eryx, but for the sake of justice and the fulfillment of a promise made to a queen. The academy looms before you, its walls a symbol of the challenges and opportunities that lie ahead. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the task at hand. With Elara's guidance and the unwavering support of your guards, you are ready to face whatever comes your way, driven by the promise you have made and the hope you have ignited in Iphianassa's heart. [[meet Myrrine|AP62]]

You make your way back to the Academy of Aphrodite, the grandeur of the building a stark reminder of the responsibility you now bear. As you enter, you are greeted by the familiar scent of incense and the soft murmur of voices engaged in prayer and meditation. You are led to a quiet chamber where Myrrine awaits, her presence commanding and her grace evident in every movement. Myrrine stands as you enter, her long, flowing black hair cascading down her back, and her eyes, a mirror of her mother's. She is slightly younger than you, but her beauty is undeniable, a testament to the lineage she comes from.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Greetings, Myrrine. I am Philtra, and I have been tasked by your mother, Queen Iphianassa, to be your mentor and guide you through the trials of Aphrodite.">>Myrrine's expression softens, a warm smile playing on her lips. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Philtra, it is an honor to meet you. I am grateful that you have agreed to take on this role. If my mother and Elara agree to this decision then I am sure you must be the best suited for this role.">>You nod, your voice filled with sincerity and determination. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your mother and I had a lengthy discussion, and I have made a promise to her that I intend to keep. I will do everything in my power to ensure that you are well-prepared and that you pass the trials.">>Myrrine's eyes shine with gratitude. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Your promise means a great deal to me. I am ready to put in the work and learn from you. I trust that, under your guidance, I will be able to face the challenges ahead.">>You extend your hand, a gesture of camaraderie and support. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Then let us begin.">>Myrrine takes your hand, her grip firm and confident. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I am ready.">> Do you want to train Myrrine yourself again, or do you want Myrrine to attempt the trials right away? [[Basic Training|AP94]] [[Full-fledged Training|AP63]] Dev Note: Major decision. Make a save.

The next day, you choose to train Myrrine on the lesson: Seduction, which involves walking, dressing, and displaying a seductive allure. The sun filters through the stained-glass windows of the academy, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the polished marble floor. You and Myrrine stand in a spacious chamber, the air filled with the scent of jasmine and the soft rustle of fabric. You, with your experience and the blessings of Aphrodite, begin the first lesson with a gentle smile.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine, today we will focus on the art of walking and dressing. These are not merely superficial skills but tools that can convey power, grace, and allure.">>Myrrine nods, her eyes wide with anticipation. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I am ready to learn. Please, guide me.">>You lead Myrrine to a long, mirrored hallway, where you can observe their reflections from every angle. <<dialogue "Philtra" "First, let us practice walking. A confident stride can command attention and respect. Stand tall, keep your shoulders back, and let your hips sway naturally. Imagine you are a goddess, and the world is your stage.">>Myrrine takes a deep breath and begins to walk, her initial steps tentative but gaining confidence with each stride. You watch, offering gentle corrections and encouragement. <<dialogue "Philtra" "That's it, Myrrine. You're doing wonderfully. Now, let's add a touch of seduction. Imagine you are drawing the eye of a lover, inviting them in with your grace and allure.">>Myrrine's walk transforms, becoming fluid and mesmerizing. Her hips sway with a natural rhythm, and her steps are light and confident. Philtra claps her hands, a proud smile on her face. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Perfect, Myrrine. You have a natural talent for this. Now, let's move on to dressing.">> [[Proceed with the training|AP67]]

The next day, you choose to train Myrrine on the lesson: The Art of Persuasion. The chamber is filled with the soft glow of candlelight, the air heavy with the scent of sandalwood and the promise of knowledge. You and Myrrine sit across from each other, a small table between them laden with scrolls and parchments. You begin the lesson with a thoughtful expression.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Today, we delve into the art of persuasion. Words have the power to inspire, to convince, and to change minds. A persuasive tongue can open doors and forge alliances.">>Myrrine leans forward, her eyes bright with curiosity. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I am eager to learn more. Please, teach me.">>You unfurl a scroll, revealing a list of rhetorical devices and techniques. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Persuasion is an art, Myrrine. It requires understanding your audience, appealing to their emotions, and presenting your arguments with clarity and conviction. Let us start with the basics: ethos, pathos, and logos.">>Myrrine nods, her mind already racing with questions. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Ethos is about credibility, pathos about emotion, and logos about logic, correct?">>Philtra smiles, pleased with Myrrine's quick grasp of the concepts. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Precisely. Now, let us practice. Imagine you are trying to persuade a skeptical audience to support a cause close to your heart. How would you begin?">>Myrrine takes a deep breath and recalls her previous training on this topic, her voice steady and confident as she speaks. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I would start by establishing my credibility, perhaps by sharing a personal story or experience that relates to the cause. Then, I would appeal to their emotions, painting a vivid picture of the impact of our actions. Finally, I would present logical arguments, backed by facts and figures, to reinforce my points.">> [[Proceed with the training|AP69]]

The next day, you choose to train Myrrine on the lesson: Combat and Alchemy. The training ground is a sprawling expanse of sand and stone, the air filled with the clash of metal and the grunt of exertion. You and Myrrine stand facing each other, your stances mirror images of focus and determination. You begin the lesson with a serious expression.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine, today we explore the arts of combat and alchemy. These skills are not just about physical prowess and chemical knowledge; they are about strategy, precision, and the ability to adapt to any situation.">> Myrrine nods, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. You hand Myrrine a wooden sword, its weight familiar and comforting in her grasp. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Combat is about more than just strength. It is about balance, speed, and the ability to read your opponent. Let us begin with the basics: stance, footwork, and the seven fundamental strikes.">>Myrrine assumes a fighting stance, her body poised and ready. You demonstrate each move, your actions fluid and precise, and Myrrine mimics you, her movements improving with each repetition.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Good! Now, let us add some complexity. Imagine your opponent is unpredictable, their attacks coming from unexpected angles. How would you adapt?">>Myrrine's eyes narrow in concentration as she begins to anticipate and counter your mock attacks, her reflexes honed by hours of practice. You nod in approval, your voice encouraging.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Excellent! You are learning to think on your feet, to adapt and overcome. Now, let us move on to alchemy.">> [[Proceed with the training|AP70]]

You both retreat to a chamber filled with racks of exquisite gowns, each one a work of art. You explain the importance of fabric, color, and cut in conveying different moods and intentions. <<dialogue "Philtra" "A gown can speak volumes about you. It can make you appear approachable, mysterious, or commanding. Choose wisely, and let your attire enhance your natural beauty and charisma.">>Myrrine runs her fingers over the fabrics, her eyes sparkling with excitement. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "These are beautiful. How do I know which one to choose?">>You guide her, helping her select a gown that complements her figure and enhances her features. <<dialogue "Philtra" "This one, Myrrine. The deep purple will bring out the color of your eyes, and the cut will accentuate your grace. Now, let's see how it looks on you.">>Myrrine slips into the gown, the fabric shimmering as it falls into place. She turns to the mirror, her reflection revealing a vision of elegance and allure. You stand behind her, adjusting the fabric and offering final touches. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You look stunning. This gown was made for you. Remember, confidence is key. Wear it with pride and let your inner beauty shine through.">>As the days pass, you and Myrrine spend countless hours in the mirrored hallway, perfecting your walks and experimenting with different gowns. You both laugh and share stories, your bond deepening with each passing moment. You find yourself drawn to Myrrine's enthusiasm and eagerness to learn, while Myrrine admires your wisdom and grace. You continue this lesson for several days. One evening, as you both prepare for a formal dinner at the palace, you help Myrrine into a particularly stunning gown, the color of a summer sky. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You are beautiful! Tonight, you will captivate everyone in the room.">>Myrrine blushes, her eyes shining with gratitude. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Thank you. Hope my mother notices all the effort I am putting into this.">>Philtra takes Myrrine's hands, her voice filled with sincerity. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It is my pleasure. Oh, she will notice alright.">>The night goes well, and the queen, Iphianassa, seems to have noticed the bond between you and Myrrine. You are now satisfied that Myrrine understands what she needs to learn about seduction. <<set $seduction = 8>> <<if visited("AP65") < 1 and visited("AP66") < 1>> [[Persuasion|AP65]] [[Combat|AP66]] <<elseif visited("AP65") < 1 and visited("AP66") > 0>> [[Persuasion|AP65]] <<elseif visited("AP65") > 0 and visited("AP66") < 1>> [[Combat|AP66]] <<elseif visited("AP65") > 0 and visited("AP66") > 0>>> [[The training has now concluded|AP68]] <</if>>

You now feel like all the lessons have been taught to Myrrine. There is one more check that needs to be done before you deem her to be ready for the trial. You make your way to Myrrine's chamber in the academy. You enter the chamber, your presence commanding yet gentle. Myrrine stands, her eyes meeting yours with a blend of trust and curiosity. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine, your training is complete. You have shown remarkable progress and dedication. There is only one last thing I need to check before deeming you ready for the trials.">>Myrrine's brow furrows slightly, a hint of confusion in her eyes. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "What is it? What do you need to check?">>You step closer, your movements fluid and purposeful. You reach out, your fingers gently lifting the hem of Myrrine's gown, revealing the smooth, unblemished skin of her thighs. Myrrine's breath hitches, a look of surrender in her eyes as your fingers trail upward, sneaking beneath the fabric of her dress. Your touch is confident and exploratory, your fingers finding their way to Myrrine's most intimate place. Myrrine's quim is hairless, a smooth, inviting expanse that you explore with a practiced touch. You rub gently, your fingers circling and teasing, eliciting a soft moan from Myrrine.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Relax. This will only take a moment.">>Myrrine closes her eyes, her head falling back as she welcomes the intrusion. She bucks her hips slightly, meeting your fingers with a rhythmic motion. Your exploration is thorough, your fingers delving deeper, searching for the delicate barrier that signifies Myrrine's purity.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Just a little more.">> [[Locate her hymen|AP71]]

You clap your hands, a proud smile on your face. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Excellent. You have a natural talent for this. Now, let us practice with a real scenario. Imagine you are trying to convince the council to fund a new initiative for the academy. How would you structure your argument?">>Myrrine's eyes sparkle with excitement as she begins to weave a persuasive speech, her words flowing with conviction and charm. You listen intently, offering feedback and suggestions, your voice a guiding presence. As the days turn into weeks, you and Myrrine engage in countless debates and role-playing exercises, honing your skills and deepening your understanding of the art of persuasion. You argue over philosophical concepts, discuss political strategies, and explore the nuances of human emotion and motivation. After several days of training with Myrrine, you both feel more confident in your abilities. One afternoon, while taking a break in the academy's lush gardens, you turn to Myrrine with a thoughtful expression.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine, you possess a unique talent for persuasion. Your words have the power to move people and inspire action. Never underestimate the impact you can have.">>Myrrine blushes, with humility in her eyes. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Thank you, Philtra. I already had training on this topic, but actually getting to work with you really showed me where I was lacking, which allowed me to correct it and improve myself.">>You take Myrrine's hand, your grip warm and reassuring.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I have also improved myself recently. Exposing ourselves to tough debates is the only way to get better.">>You are now satisfied that Myrrine understands what she needs to learn about persuasion. <<set $intellect = 7>> <<set $persuasion = 8>> <<if visited("AP64") < 1 and visited("AP66") < 1>> [[Seduction|AP64]] [[Combat|AP66]] <<elseif visited("AP64") < 1 and visited("AP66") > 0>> [[Seduction|AP64]] <<elseif visited("AP64") > 0 and visited("AP66") < 1>> [[Combat|AP66]] <<elseif visited("AP64") > 0 and visited("AP66") > 0>>> [[The training has now concluded|AP68]] <</if>>

You retreat to a chamber filled with bubbling cauldrons, shelves lined with jars of strange substances, and tables covered in scrolls and notes. You explain the principles of alchemy, the transformation of base materials into something more precious and powerful. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Alchemy is the art of transformation. It requires patience, precision, and a profound understanding of the properties of different elements. Today, we will begin with the basics, the four elements: earth, air, fire, and water. And how to harness their powers.">>Myrrine listens intently, her mind absorbing the complex theories and practical applications. She begins to experiment, mixing and heating substances.<<dialogue "Myrrine" "This is incredible. The way these elements interact, the transformations they undergo,it's like magic!">>You smile, your eyes reflecting the dance of flames in the cauldrons. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It is. And like magic, it requires practice, dedication, and a willingness to learn from failure. Remember, every mistake is a step closer to mastery.">>As the days pass, you and Myrrine spend countless hours on the training ground and in the alchemy chamber, pushing your limits and expanding your skills. You both spar with wooden swords, your movements a dance of strategy and precision, and you experiment with alchemical concoctions, your minds buzzing with theories and discoveries. After several days of training, you notice an improvement in your skills. A part of you misses your combat training sessions with your father. You tell Myrrine with sorrow in your throat<<dialogue "Philtra" "Remember, as Aphrodite's devotee. You will be expected to not use combat unless as a last resort to save the mission or yourself, but it should never be a part of your plan to begin with.">>Myrrine leans into you, her head resting on your shoulder, a contented sigh escaping her lips. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Thank you. I don't like combat either, I prefer to use my words to get what I want. But you are right. We live by a code. I will heed your words.">>You wrap an arm around Myrrine, your voice filled with affection and pride. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Let's get going. It's getting late out here.">>You are now satisfied that Myrrine understands what she needs to learn about combat and alchemy. <<set $combat = 7>> <<set $courage = 7>> <<if visited("AP64") < 1 and visited("AP65") < 1>> [[Seduction|AP64]] [[Persuasion|AP65]] <<elseif visited("AP64") < 1 and visited("AP65") > 0>> [[Seduction|AP64]] <<elseif visited("AP64") > 0 and visited("AP65") < 1>> [[Persuasion|AP65]] <<elseif visited("AP64") > 0 and visited("AP65") > 0>>> [[The training has now concluded|AP68]] <</if>>

Myrrine's breaths come in short, sharp gasps, her body responding to your touch with an intensity that surprises even herself. Your fingers find what they are looking for the hymen, intact and untouched. Satisfied with your discovery, you decide to complete the task, your fingers beginning to move with a purposeful rhythm.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Let us see if you can find your release. Give in to the sensation.">>Myrrine's moans grow louder, her hips moving in sync with your fingers. The pleasure builds, a wave of sensation that crashes over her, leaving her breathless and trembling. Your touch is skilled and unrelenting, guiding Myrrine to the edge of ecstasy and beyond. With a final, shuddering gasp, Myrrine reaches her climax, her body convulsing with the intensity of her release. You withdraw your fingers, a satisfied smile playing on your lips as you bring them to your mouth, savoring the taste of Myrrine's essence.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Your body is ready, and your spirit is strong. You are more than prepared for the trials of Aphrodite.">>Myrrine opens her eyes, her gaze meeting yours with gratitude. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Thank you. For... everything.">> With that, you are sure that Myrrine will be let into the Ethereal realm and will be allowed to take the trials with your presence next to her. [[Inform Elara|AP72]]

The next day dawns with a sense of anticipation and excitement. You have confirmed with Elara that Myrrine is ready for the trials, and the approval has been given. Elara instructs you to guide Myrrine to the chamber with the painting, the gateway to the Ethereal realm. You find Myrrine in her chambers. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine, it is time. Elara has given her approval, and we are to proceed. Are you ready?">>Myrrine takes a deep breath, her voice steady and determined. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I am ready. I trust you. Lead the way.">>You nod, a reassuring smile on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Then let's go. Remember to stay focused and trust in your training.">>Together, you make your way through the hallowed halls of the academy, the air thick with the weight of ancient magic and the whispers of those who have come before. The chamber with the painting is a place of quiet reverence, the walls adorned with symbols of power and protection. As you enter, Myrrine's eyes widen at the sight of the painting. It is a masterpiece, depicting a world of ethereal beauty and mystery. You stand before it, your voice low and solemn.<<dialogue "Philtra" "This painting represents the woven world of Astralis. It is the gateway to the ethereal realm, a place where the veil between worlds is thin. Touch the painting with me, and we shall enter together.">> Myrrine has seen and tried this before, but she remembers herself being rejected back to the mortal realm and denied entry. She gathers her thoughts and nods, her breath coming in short, controlled gasps as she reaches out her hand. You place your hand over hers, your fingers intertwining as you both press against the canvas. The painting shimmers and ripples, the colors swirling and shifting as if alive. [[The woven world of Astralis|AP73]]

As you and Myrrine step through the painting, the world around you transforms into a realm of ethereal beauty and mystery. The sky above is a swirling canvas of vibrant colors, and the air hums with an otherworldly melody. Myrrine takes a moment to absorb the surreal landscape, her eyes wide with wonder and a hint of trepidation.<<dialogue "Myrrine" "This place is incredible. The last time I tried to enter the Ethereal realm, there was no one to guide me. I was pulled back to the mortal realm almost immediately. But now, with you by my side, I feel like I am allowed to be here.">>You turn to Myrrine, your expression filled with understanding and determination. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your experience last time was a setback, but it was not your fault, just bad timing. This time, you have me as your guide and ally. I will make sure you succeed in your trials.">>You both start to walk through the lush, otherworldly landscape, the soft grass beneath your feet and the gentle rustle of leaves above creating a soothing backdrop. The Ethereal realm is a place of both beauty and danger, and you are acutely aware of the need to stay vigilant. You recall the time when Eros used his wings to navigate the ethereal realm during your trials. The realization dawns on you that mere mortals cannot traverse this realm without divine aid. You kneel, your head bowed in reverence as you offer your prayers. <<dialogue "Philtra" "O Eros, god of love and desire, and O Aphrodite, goddess of beauty and passion, I humbly seek your blessing. Grant me the wings to navigate the ethereal realm, that I may guide Myrrine through her trials with wisdom and strength.">>As you complete your prayers, an ethereal light begins to envelop you. You feel a gentle pressure on your back, and as you look down, you see transparent wings shimmering into existence. They are not of flesh and blood like Eros's wings, but you can feel their power, their potential.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine, look! The gods have answered my prayers. These wings will allow us to traverse the Ethereal realm.">>Myrrine's eyes widen in awe as she takes in the sight of your wings. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "They are beautiful. A gift from the gods themselves.">>You concentrate, focusing on the newfound power coursing through you. With a deep breath, you spread your wings, and to your astonishment, you begin to float above the ground. The sensation is unlike anything you have ever experienced, lightness and control of the wings fills you with wonder.<<dialogue "Philtra" "This power is a blessing. But I sense it is temporary, granted only for the duration of your trials. We must make the most of it.">> [[Guide Myrrine in her trials|AP74]]

You nod, a sense of purpose and determination settling over you. You wrap your hand around Myrrine's waist, your grip firm and reassuring. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Hold on tight. We are going to fly.">>With a powerful beat of your wings, you lift off the ground, soaring through the ethereal landscape. The wind rushes past you, carrying with it the whispers of ancient magic. You navigate with ease, your wings guiding you unerringly toward your destination. As you fly, you spot a door unlike any other, its surface glowing with a deep, purplish hue. You understand instinctively that this is where Myrrine's first trial awaits. You descend gently, setting Myrrine down on the soft, otherworldly grass.<<dialogue "Philtra" "This is the place. This door is where your first trial lies. Remember, the key to passing the trials is balance. Too much or too little of anything will result in failure. Find that balance within yourself, and you will succeed.">>Myrrine takes a deep breath, her expression one of resolve. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I will find the balance and pass the trials.">>You place a hand on her shoulder, your touch warm and encouraging. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You are ready, Myrrine. I believe in you. Now, go forth and face your trial with courage and conviction. I will be here, waiting for your return.">>Myrrine nods, a final glance of determination in her eyes as she turns and approaches the door. With a deep breath, she pushes it open and steps through, the door closing behind her with a soft, ethereal click. You watch as the door seals shut, a sense of pride and anticipation filling you. You know that Myrrine is capable of greatness, and you are honored to be a part of her journey. The minutes stretch into what feels like an eternity, but your faith in Myrrine remains unshaken. Finally, the door creaks open, and Myrrine steps out, her eyes shining with triumph.<<dialogue "Myrrine" "I have successfully completed the first trial. It was challenging, but I found the balance, and I succeeded.">>You smile, your pride and joy evident in your expression. <<dialogue "Philtra" "That is wonderful, Myrrine! I knew you could do it.">>You do not press for details, respecting the sacred nature of her experience. Instead, you focus on the journey ahead. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Let us not dwell on the past but look forward to the challenges that lie ahead. Are you ready for the next trial?">>Myrrine nods, her resolve unwavering. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I am ready. Lead the way.">> [[Guide Myrrine in her next trials|AP75]]

With a gentle touch, you lift Myrrine into your arms, your wings beating powerfully as you take to the skies once more. You navigate with a sense of purpose, your destination clear in your mind. As you soar, you spot another door, this one emitting a soft, purple light. You descend gracefully, setting Myrrine down on the lush, ethereal grass. <<dialogue "Philtra" "This is the second trial, Myrrine. Remember, balance is key. Trust in yourself and the lessons we have learned. You have the strength to face whatever lies beyond this door.">>Myrrine nods and takes a deep breath, her eyes meeting yours with a blend of gratitude and determination. You watch as Myrrine approaches the door, her steps steady and confident. With a final nod of encouragement, you step back, allowing her to enter the trial on her terms. The door closes behind her, and you are left to wait, your thoughts a whirlwind of hope and anticipation. Before you know it, time has flown by and the door is swinging open again. Myrrine emerges, her face flushed with exertion but her spirit unbroken. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Philtra, I have passed the second trial as well. It was different from the first, but I stayed true to the balance as you suggested, and I prevailed.">>Your heart swells with pride, and you pull Myrrine into a tight, comforting embrace. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I expected nothing less. Are you ready for the third and last trial?">>Myrrine's eyes sparkle with excitement. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Of course!">>You nod, a sense of finality settling over you. With a powerful beat of your wings, you lift off the ground, soaring through the ethereal skies toward the final door. This one pulses with a deep, crimson light, a beacon of both danger and promise. As you descend, you set Myrrine down gently, your touch a silent promise of support. <<dialogue "Philtra" "This is it. The final trial. Go forth with courage and conviction. I will be here, waiting for your triumphant return.">>With a final nod, Myrrine turns and approaches the crimson door, her steps echoing with determination. As the door closes behind her, you are left to wait, your heart pounding with anxiety. The Ethereal realm holds its breath, and you stand ready, a guardian and a friend, awaiting the moment when Myrrine will emerge victorious, her trials complete and her spirit unbroken. [[You hear a voice|AP76]]

As you stand vigil outside the door, the weight of anticipation heavy in the air, a voice resonates through your mind, soft yet commanding. It is Aphrodite, her words a blend of divine wisdom and sensual promise. <<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Philtra, my champion, you have guided Myrrine through her trials with unwavering dedication. Once she completes the final challenge, take her virginity as a reward for her journey and yours. Lead her to the door where her gifts await, just as Eros once did for you.">>You bow your head in reverence, your voice a whisper of acceptance. <<dialogue "Philtra" "As you command, my goddess. I will honor your wishes and guide Myrrine to her rightful rewards.">>The door creaks open, and Myrrine steps out, her eyes dimming with exhaustion. You meet her gaze, your expression a blend of pride and something more, something primal and profound.<<dialogue "Philtra" "You have passed the final trial. Your journey has been one of courage and wisdom, and now, as a reward for my guidance, I am to take your virginity. It is a divine command, a blessing from Aphrodite herself.">>Myrrine's eyes widen, a flush of anticipation and understanding spreading across her cheeks. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I accept, Philtra. My mother and Elara warned me about preserving my virginity for this moment. They told me that it would be taken according to Aphrodite's desire after my trials. This was expected.">>You nod, a sense of purpose and desire settling over you. With a powerful beat of your wings, you lift off the ground, soaring through the ethereal skies toward a nearby cloud, its surface soft and inviting. You descend gently, setting Myrrine down on the plush, cotton-like surface. [[Fulfill Aphrodite's command|AP77]]

<<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine, this is a sacred moment, a union blessed by the gods. Lie back and let me guide you through this experience.">>Myrrine does as instructed, her body trembling with excitement. You kneel beside her, your fingers tracing the contours of her face and her neck. Your fingers make their way to her quim. You rub gently, your fingers circling and teasing, eliciting a soft moan from Myrrine. Myrrine grabs your hand and guides your movements. She bucks her hips slightly, meeting your fingers with a rhythmic motion. You delve your fingers deeper, searching for her hymen. You slowly start pushing. Myrrine is scared and pulls your fingers out instinctively. You understand Myrrine's hesitation and kiss her gently.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Relax. It will only hurt for a short moment.">> You again insert your fingers and start pushing, her hymen is not as thick or elastic as yours was. Myrrine shuts her eyes closed in fear and pain as you continue to push with more force. With the continued purposeful thrust, you break through her hymen, your fingers sliding in and out with a steady, rhythmic motion. Myrrine's pain seems to have subsided, and she seems to relax. Her moans grow louder, her hips moving in sync with your fingers. The pleasure builds, a wave of sensation that crashes over her, leaving her breathless and trembling. Soon enough, Myrrine's body convulses with the intensity of her climax, her inner muscles clenching around your fingers. You withdraw slowly, a satisfied smile playing on your lips as you realize that you have completed Aphrodite's command. [[Take Myrrine to the final door|AP78]]

With a final, tender kiss, you lift off the cloud, soaring through the ethereal skies toward the last door. This one shimmers with a soft, iridescent light, a promise of rewards and blessings. You descend gently, setting Myrrine down on the lush, otherworldly grass.<<dialogue "Philtra" "This is the door to your destiny, Myrrine. You will be given a task and will be given a boon from Aphrodite, a reward for your trials and triumphs, to aid you in completing the task. Go forth with confidence and an open heart. I will be here, waiting for your return.">>Myrrine nods and says <<dialogue "Myrrine" "This is it. A new purpose for my life.">>With a final nod, Myrrine turns and approaches the iridescent door, her steps echoing with determination. As the door closes behind her, you are left to wait. The Ethereal realm holds its breath, and you stand ready, a guardian and a friend, awaiting the moment when Myrrine will emerge with a new purpose. After a while, the door creaks open, and Myrrine steps out, her eyes shining with a newfound purpose and determination. She kneels down before you and says<<dialogue "Myrrine" "Aphrodite has given me a task. I am here to assist you in your quest, to offer my skills and talents as you see fit. My life and my abilities are yours to command.">> [[Take Myrrine as your new companion|AP79]]

You are taken aback. The gravity of Aphrodite's command is not lost on you, and you understand the significance of your mission to stop the war in Olympia if Aphrodite is willing to go to the lengths of sacrificing Eryx's princess to your cause. <<dialogue "Philtra" "This is a great honor and a tremendous responsibility. Aphrodite's willingness to entrust you to my care speaks volumes about the importance of my mission. I accept your offer with humility and gratitude.">>Myrrine kneels before you, her head bowed in reverence. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I am yours to command, Philtra. Whatever you need, I will do my utmost to fulfill.">>You place a hand on her shoulder, your touch a silent promise of support and guidance. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Rise, Myrrine. You are no longer just a princess, you are also now my companion in my quest.">>Myrrine stands, her eyes meeting yours with a blend of trust and resolve. You nod, a sense of purpose. Myrrine reaches into a small pouch at her waist and retrieves a vial, its contents shimmering with an ethereal light. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I was given this vial. Once we drink from it, we will be transported back to the mortal realm. Are you ready to return?">>You take the vial, your fingers brushing against Myrrine's as you accept the gift. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am ready, Myrrine. Let's leave. We have a task to complete.">> With a final, steadying breath, you both raise the vial to your lips, taking a sip of the shimmering liquid. The world around you begins to spin, the ethereal colors blurring into a kaleidoscope of light and shadow. You feel a gentle tug, a pull towards the mortal realm, and you close your eyes. [[Back to the mortal realm|AP80]]

You and Myrrine find yourselves standing in the familiar chamber, the painting that once transported you to the Ethereal realm now a mere canvas on the wall. You look down at your back, a faint sense of loss washing over you as you realize that your wings have vanished, their ethereal presence a memory of the divine journey you have undertaken.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine, it seems our time in the Ethereal realm has come to an end. The wings are gone.">>The chamber door bursts open, and in rush Elara and Iphianassa, their faces etched with worry and relief. Elara's eyes widen as she takes in your presence, and she rushes forward, her voice filled with concern.<<dialogue "Elara" "Philtra, Myrrine! You have returned! We were so worried. It has been several days since you left, and we feared the worst. Are you both alright?">>You place a reassuring hand on Elara's shoulder, your voice steady and calm. <<dialogue "Philtra" "We are fine, Elara. Myrrine has passed the trials and is now a devotee of Aphrodite. Our journey was challenging, but we have emerged stronger and wiser.">>Iphianassa steps forward, her eyes filled with pride as she looks at Myrrine. <<dialogue "Iphianassa" "Myrrine, my dear, I am so relieved to see you safe. Your first attempt was so troubling, and I feared for your well-being. But now, to see you return as a devotee... it is a dream come true.">>Myrrine smiles, her voice filled with gratitude and determination. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Mother, I am fine. Better than fine. Aphrodite has given me a new purpose, a task to assist Philtra in her mission. I am to offer my skills and talents to her cause.">>Iphianassa's eyes widen, a flicker of sadness passing across her features. <<dialogue "Iphianassa" "Assist Philtra? But that means you will be leaving with her, back to Olympia. Myrrine, my dear, are you sure about this?">> [[Reassure Iphianassa|AP81]]

You sense the weight of Iphianassa's sorrow and step forward, your voice filled with sincerity and promise. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Iphianassa, I understand your concern. But know this. Myrrine will be safe with me. I will treat her with the utmost respect and care, as a companion and a sister in arms. Her well-being is my utmost priority, and I will ensure that she returns to you unharmed and with newfound strength and wisdom.">>Myrrine takes her mother's hands, her grip firm and reassuring. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Mother, I am prepared for this journey. Philtra has been my guide and my friend throughoutthis journey. Trust in Aphrodite's will and in the bond we have forged. I will return, stronger and wiser, and with stories to tell of our adventures.">>Iphianassa nods, a tear slipping down her cheek as she pulls Myrrine into a tight embrace. <<dialogue "Iphianassa" "I trust you, Myrrine.">>Elara steps forward, her expression. <<dialogue "Elara" "This is a great honor, Philtra. To have Myrrine by your side on your quest is a testament to the faith Aphrodite has in you. May your journey be filled with triumph and your return with glory.">>You nod, a sense of purpose and determination settling over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Elara. Your support and belief in us mean more than words can express. We will not let you down.">> You decide to capitalize on the queen's emotional state to finalize the alliance between Olympia and Eryx. <<if visited("AP63") > 0>> [[Propose a marriage between King Basileos and Princess Myrrine to finalize the alliance between Olympia and Eryx|AP82]] [[Propose Myrrine to be sent with you as your companion to finalize the alliance between Olympia and Eryx|AP83]] <<else>> [[Propose Myrrine to be sent with you as your companion to finalize the alliance between Olympia and Eryx|AP83]] <</if>> <<if visited("AP63") > 0>> Dev Note: Major decision. Make a save. <</if>>

You stand before Iphianassa and Elara, the weight of your decision heavy in the air. You sense the emotional vulnerability of the queen and decide to capitalize on it, proposing a union that could strengthen the alliance between Olympia and Eryx in a profound way.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Iphianassa, Elara, I propose a marriage between King Basileos and Myrrine. This union would solidify the alliance between our kingdoms and ensure that Myrrine is in a position of power and influence. I believe this is a divine opportunity, a chance to forge a bond that will last for generations.">>Iphianassa's eyes widen in shock, and concern is etched on her face. <<dialogue "Iphianassa" "Philtra, are you sure about this? Myrrine is my daughter, and her future is of utmost importance to me.">>Myrrine steps forward, her voice steady and determined. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Mother, I want to do this. I have been given a divine mission, and I am ready to embrace it. Philtra has been my guide and my friend, and I trust her implicitly.">>Iphianassa looks at Myrrine, a flicker of pride and resignation in her eyes. <<dialogue "Iphianassa" "If this is your choice, Myrrine, then I support you. But Philtra, you must promise to keep her safe and ensure her happiness.">>You nod, your expression solemn and sincere. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You have my word, Iphianassa. Myrrine will be safe with me, and I will ensure her happiness.">>As Iphianassa and Myrrine share a tender embrace, you can't help but wonder about the potential blood tie between Myrrine and Basileos, both possibly offspring of the late King Kyrathos. But you keep your thoughts to yourself, focusing on the task at hand.<<dialogue "Iphianassa" "Philtra, take the rest of the day to recuperate. In the meantime, I will take Myrrine back to the palace one last time before she leaves and prepare a stamped letter agreeing to King Basileos's proposal. You will have the letter before your departure back to Olympia.">>You nod, a sense of relief and anticipation settling over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Iphianassa. Your support and trust in me is not misplaced. I will not let you down.">> [[Prepare for the journey back to Olympia|AP84]]

You stand before Iphianassa and Elara, the weight of your decision heavy in the air. You sense the emotional vulnerability of the queen and decide to capitalize on it, not out of malice, but out of a strategic necessity to finalize the alliance between Olympia and Eryx. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Iphianassa, Elara, I propose that Myrrine join me as a fellow courtier in King Basileos's court. The agreement will strengthen the bond between our kingdoms and ensure that Myrrine is in a position of influence and safety. I promise to return her to Eryx unharmed and with newfound wisdom once my mission is complete.">>Iphianassa's eyes widen in shock, and concern is etched on her face. <<dialogue "Iphianassa" "Philtra, are you sure about this? Myrrine is my daughter, and her safety is my utmost priority.">>Myrrine steps forward, her voice steady and determined. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Mother, I want to do this. I have been given a divine mission, and I am ready to embrace it. Philtra has been my guide and my friend, and I trust her implicitly.">>Iphianassa looks at Myrrine, a flicker of pride and resignation in her eyes. <<dialogue "Iphianassa" "If this is your choice, Myrrine, then I support you. But Philtra, you must promise to keep her safe and return her to me.">>You nod, your expression solemn and sincere. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You have my word, Iphianassa. Myrrine will be safe with me, and I will ensure her timely return.">>As Iphianassa and Myrrine share a tender embrace, you can't help but wonder about the potential blood tie between Myrrine and Basileos, both possibly offspring of the late King Kyrathos. But you keep your thoughts to yourself, focusing on the task at hand.<<dialogue "Iphianassa" "Philtra, take the rest of the day to recuperate. In the meantime, I will take Myrrine back to the palace one last time before she leaves and prepare a stamped letter agreeing to King Basileos's proposal. You will have the letter before your departure back to Olympia.">>You nod, a sense of relief and anticipation settling over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Iphianassa. Your support and trust in me are not misplaced. I will not let you down.">> [[Prepare for the journey back to Olympia|AP84]]

After this conversation, you make your way back to Thrasybulos and Eudoxos. You find them waiting. You share a knowing glance, the unspoken understanding between you a testament to the bond you have forged.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Thrasybulos, Eudoxos, prepare for our journey back to Olympia at first light. Our task here is complete, we have much to accomplish back in Olympia and little time to waste.">>Both Praetorians nod, their movements efficient and purposeful as they begin to ready the carriage and gather the necessary supplies. You take a moment to reflect on the events of the past days, the trials Myrrine has undergone, and the divine mission that now binds you both. The sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the academy. As the night deepens, you retire to your chambers, the weight of your responsibilities settling over you like a mantle. You get a good night's sleep. With the first light of dawn, you rise, refreshed and ready to face the journey ahead. Myrrine joins you, her belongings packed neatly. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I am ready, Philtra.">>You nod, a sense of purpose and determination settling over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am glad to see you accept your task this well. I am impressed.">>Iphianassa approaches, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears as she pulls Myrrine into a tight embrace. <<dialogue "Iphianassa" "My dear Myrrine, you are my heart and my soul. I would have never agreed to this unless Aphrodite herself deemed it necessary. Remember, you carry the hopes and dreams of Eryx with you.">>Myrrine's voice is steady, her resolve unwavering. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I will not let you down, Mother. I will make you proud.">> [[Get the all important letter|AP85]]

Elara steps forward, a stamped letter in her hand. She extends it to you, but as you reach for it, she pulls it back, catching your attention. <<dialogue "Elara" "Before I give you this letter, I need your promise. The dowager queen Klytemnaestra and her attendant Lysara must be taken care of. They have extensive spy networks and are playing both sides of the game. They are not to be trusted. I have received this information from my spies, and I felt it was necessary to warn you.">> You meet Elara's gaze, your expression serious and determined. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am aware of their schemes, Elara. I plan to deal with them once I secure the alliance of both Eryx and Sardis for Olympia. One down, one to go. You have my word that they will face justice for their duplicity.">>Elara nods, a flicker of relief in her eyes as she hands you the letter. <<dialogue "Elara" "Very well. Convey my warm regards to your mother, Medaea. May the blessings of Aphrodite guide and protect you both on your journey.">>You take the letter, your fingers brushing against the seal as you tuck it safely away. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you. Your support and trust mean more than words can express. We will not let you down.">>With a final, heartfelt farewell, you and Myrrine make your way to the carriage, the two Praetorians already in position at the front. You climb in, the valuables secured around you, a sense of anticipation and purpose filling the air. As the carriage begins to move, you look out at the receding landscape of Eryx, the academy, and the palace fading into the distance. You turn to Myrrine, a smile of determination on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "We have a long journey ahead.">>Myrrine returns your smile, her eyes shining with resolve. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I want to discuss a few things on the road before we get to Olympia. Let us not discuss that here in front of Elara and my mother.">>Hand in hand, you and Myrrine sit back, the rhythm of the carriage wheels a steady beat as you embark on your quest. [[One the way back|AP86]]

The midday sun beats down upon the carriage as it rolls along the dusty road, the landscape a blend of rolling hills and lush valleys. You decide to take a break, allowing the horses to rest and graze, their weary snorts a testament to the journey thus far.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Thrasybulos, Eudoxos, let us take a moment to rest and tend to the horses. They have served us well, and they deserve a respite.">>The two Praetorians nod, their movements efficient as they begin to unharness the horses, leading them to a nearby stream where they can drink and graze. You turn to Myrrine, a sense of curiosity and anticipation in your eyes. Myrrine takes your hand, her grip firm and her expression serious. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "There is something I must tell you. After my trials, Aphrodite revealed to me a divine prophecy. I am to mother a being of great power and significance, a divine child. But until you, Philtra, decide on the father of this child, I will not be able to conceive. Aphrodite has placed this burden upon you, trusting in your wisdom and your judgment.">>You are taken aback, a sense of that responsibility washing over you. You understand the gravity of Aphrodite's command and the trust she has placed in you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine, this is a great honor and a tremendous responsibility. Aphrodite's faith in me is humbling, and I will not take this lightly. I assure you, I know what I am doing, and when the time comes, I will make the right choice. Until then, you have my word that I will protect you and ensure that this divine prophecy is fulfilled.">>Myrrine's eyes shine with gratitude. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I trust you.">>You place a reassuring hand on her shoulder, your touch a silent promise of support and guidance. <<if visited("AP51") > 0 and visited("AP63") > 0>> [[Test the theory and have Myrrine pleasure Thrasybulos and Eudoxos|AP88]] [[Don't get distracted and continue with the journey|AP87]] <<else>> [[Continue the journey|AP87]] <</if>>

As the horses finish their respite, you and Myrrine return to the carriage. You climb in, the valuables secured around you.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Thrasybulos, Eudoxos, let us continue our journey. The road to Olympia awaits, make haste.">>The two Praetorians nod, their expression one of resolve as they take their positions at the front of the carriage. With a final, steadying breath, you and Myrrine sit back, the rhythm of the carriage wheels a steady beat as you embark on the next leg of your quest. The landscape rolls by, a tapestry of beauty and challenge, the night is a tapestry of stars and shadows as your carriage rolls through the road. The full moon casts a silvery glow over the landscape, and as you gaze up at its luminous face, a sense of both accomplishment and urgency washes over you. You realize that you have spent one full moon in Eryx, securing the alliance that will be crucial in the trials to come. Nine more full moons until war is upon Olympia...a daunting thought, but one that fuels your determination. As the first light of dawn breaks over the horizon, the carriage pulls up to the palace, its grand facade a welcome sight after the journey you have undertaken. You step out, your body weary but your spirit unbroken. The king, Basileos, and your mother, Medaea, are already at the entrance.<<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, welcome back! We have been eagerly awaiting your return and the news of your mission.">><<dialogue "Medaea" "My dear daughter, you have been gone for what feels like an eternity. I am overjoyed to see you safe and sound.">>You embrace them both, a sense of home and belonging washing over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mother, it is good to be back. The alliance with Eryx is secured, and I bring with me a sealed letter from Queen Iphianassa, confirming our unbreakable bond.">>You hand the letter to Basileos, your voice filled with pride and accomplishment. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Here, Basileos. This letter is a testament to the strength of our alliance and the promise of mutual support in the days to come.">>Basileos takes the letter, his eyes scanning the contents with satisfaction. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Excellent work, Philtra. Your efforts have not gone unnoticed, and this alliance will be crucial in the trials ahead.">> <<set $warTimeline = 9>> <<set $alliedKingdoms.push("Dysnomia")>> [[Thank the Praetorians|AP90]]

You feel a stir of desire, a primal need to test the loyalty of your Praetorians and to explore the newfound information about Myrrine. You call over Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, your voice commanding and seductive.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Thrasybulos, Eudoxos, I have a task for you. Strip for me.">>The two Praetorians exchange a glance, a flicker of surprise and anticipation in their eyes, but they comply without hesitation. Their tunics fall to the ground, revealing chiseled physiques, muscles honed by years of training and battle. Their phalluses stand at attention, a testament to their arousal and readiness. You turn to Myrrine, your eyes gleaming with desire. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine, it is time for you to use your body as a tool, just like I do. Strip for them, and pleasure them with your mouth. Show them the depths of your devotion and your skill.">>Myrrine hesitates, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she looks at the two naked men before her. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Philtra, I have never been with a man before. I do not know if I can do this.">>You place a hand on her cheek, your touch gentle yet firm. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine, you are a devotee of Aphrodite, your body serves as a temple of pleasure. Trust in yourself and in the training you have received. I will be here, guiding you every step of the way.">>With a deep breath, Myrrine begins to undress, her movements slow and deliberate. Her gown falls to the ground, revealing her naked form, smooth and unblemished. She kneels before Thrasybulos, her hands trembling slightly as she takes his phallus in her mouth. Thrasybulos groans, his hips bucking as Myrrine's tongue swirls around his shaft, her lips creating a tight, wet seal. You watch, your desire building as you see the pleasure on his face and the concentration on Myrrine's. You turn to Eudoxos, a seductive smile playing on your lips as you beckon him closer. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Eudoxos, it is your turn. Show me what you are made of.">>Eudoxos approaches, his phallus throbbing with anticipation. You strip and kneel down and take him in your mouth, your tongue exploring every inch of his length, your lips sucking and teasing. You can feel his pleasure building, his hips moving in sync with your movements. As Myrrine and Thrasybulos continue their dance of pleasure, you and Eudoxos join them, the four of you a tangle of limbs and desire. You swap partners, your bodies moving in a rhythm of passion and need. Thrasybulos enters Myrrine from behind, his thrusts deep and powerful, while Eudoxos takes you, his movements matching the pace of Thrasybulos's. Myrrine's moans fill the air, a symphony of pleasure and surrender. You can feel her inner muscles clenching around Thrasybulos's phallus, her body responding to the primal rhythm of their union. You reach out, your fingers finding her clit, rubbing and teasing as you guide her to the edge of ecstasy. Eudoxos's thrusts become more urgent, his grip on your hips tightening as he nears his release. You can feel his phallus pulsing, the heat of his seed spilling into you, filling you with his essence. You cry out, your orgasm crashing over you, your body convulsing with the intensity of your pleasure. Thrasybulos follows soon after, his roar of release echoing through the air as he spills his seed into Myrrine, her body shuddering with the force of her climax. The four of you collapse in a heap, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps, your bodies slick with sweat and spent fluids. [[Ask for more|AP89]]

You turn to Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, your voice commanding and seductive.<<dialogue "Philtra" "You guys are not done yet. Thrasybulos, Eudoxos, take Myrrine. I want to see you both pleasure her at the same time.">>They comply without hesitation. They approach Myrrine, their hands roaming over her body, exploring every curve and crevice. Myrrine's breath hitches as she surrenders to their touch. Thrasybulos positions himself behind Myrrine, his phallus hard and ready. He enters her from behind, his thrusts deep and powerful, eliciting a moan from Myrrine that is a blend of pleasure and surrender. Eudoxos stands before her, his shaft throbbing with anticipation as he guides her mouth to his length. Myrrine takes him in, her lips creating a tight, wet seal as she begins to suck and lick, her tongue swirling around his shaft. Eudoxos groans, his hips bucking as he matches the rhythm of Thrasybulos's thrusts, the two of them moving in sync, their pleasure building in tandem. You watch, your desire stirring once more as you see the raw, primal nature of their union. You can feel the heat of their passion and the intensity of their need, and it fuels your arousal. You reach down, your fingers finding your clit, rubbing and teasing as you guide yourself to the edge of ecstasy. Thrasybulos's thrusts become more powerful, his grip on her hips tightening as he nears his climax. After a few thrusts, Thrasybulos spills his seed into Myrrine, his roar of release echoing through the air. Eudoxos follows soon after, his phallus pulsing as he fills Myrrine's mouth with his essence, her throat working as she swallows every drop.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine, I want you to pleasure my quim.">>Myrrine nods, her eyes glazed with pleasure and obedience. You lie back, your legs spreading in invitation. Myrrine positions herself between your thighs, her tongue already exploring your folds, her fingers teasing your entrance. You can feel her breath, hot and moist, against your sensitive flesh, and it sends shivers of anticipation down your spine. Myrrine's tongue work is skilled, her fingers delving deep into your channel as she brings you to the brink of ecstasy. You can feel your orgasm building, a coiled spring of pleasure ready to unravel. Myrrine's own climax crashes over her. Her body convulsing with the intensity of her release, her tongue and fingers working you to your climax. You cry out, your orgasm tearing through you, your body arching off the ground as waves of pleasure wash over you. Myrrine continues to lick and suck, her movements gentle and soothing as she guides you through the aftershocks of your release. As the intensity fades, you rise, your movements graceful and purposeful. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Let us cleanse ourselves in the nearby river before we continue our journey. The road to Olympia awaits. Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, no word about this to anyone else. ">>They nod in sincerity, the four of you make your way to the river, the cool water a welcome respite from the heat of your passion. You wash all the fluids away and put your clothes back on and make your way back to the carriage. <<set $sexuality = 8>> [[Continue the journey|AP87]]

As you stand there, basking in the glow of your success, you notice Lysara and Klytemnaestra watching from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with malice. You know they are eager to overhear any morsel of information, any hint of weakness or opportunity for manipulation. But you are prepared for their schemes, and you will deal with them in due time. You turn to Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, your voice filled with admiration and gratitude. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thrasybulos, Eudoxos, you have both done a commendable job. Your loyalty and dedication have been invaluable on this journey.">>Thrasybulos and Eudoxos bow their heads, humility in their eyes. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "It is our honor to serve. We are grateful for the opportunity to be a part of this mission.">><<dialogue "Eudoxos" "Thank you, Philtra.">>You turn to Basileos, your request clear and purposeful. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos, if I may, I would like to request your court to arrange a beautiful bride for Eudoxos, a reward for his service and loyalty. And for Thrasybulos, I would like to give his family a bag of drachmae as a bonus to help them run their household and manage their expenses more easily.">>Basileos nods, a smile of approval on his lips. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Of course! Your requests are granted. Eudoxos will be rewarded with a bride of his choosing, and Thrasybulos's family will receive the drachmae they so deserve.">>Thrasybulos and Eudoxos kneel down in reverence, a sense of gratitude in their eyes. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Thank you, my lord. Your generosity knows no bounds.">><<dialogue "Eudoxos" "We are honored by your kindness and your trust in us.">>Now to introduce the newcomer. <<if visited("AP82") > 0>> [[Introduce Myrrine|AP91]] <<else>> [[Introduce Myrrine|AP92]] <</if>>

As you stand before Basileos and Medaea, the weight of your mission settling over you, you turn to Myrrine, a sense of pride and purpose in your eyes. You introduce her with a voice filled with dignity and authority.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Allow me to present Princess Myrrine of Eryx, who is here as the bride to King Basileos, a crucial part of the alliance we have forged.">>Basileos's eyes widen in surprise, a blush spreading across his cheeks as he quickly pulls you aside. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, I never agreed to marry anyone. This was not part of our discussion.">>You place a reassuring hand on his arm, your touch firm and comforting. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos, trust me. This is the best outcome for both our kingdoms. The alliance with Eryx is stronger with this union, and it will bring us the support we need in the trials ahead.">>Basileos looks at you, a flicker of something unspoken in his eyes. You wonder if it is a hint of the love he harbors for you but dares not admit. He takes a deep breath, his expression softening as he nods in reluctant agreement. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Very well. If you believe your decision is for the best, then I will honor the alliance. But the wedding will not take place immediately. We will wait until the war is delayed or averted.">>He turns to Myrrine, a warm smile on his lips as he extends a hand in welcome. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Welcome, Princess Myrrine. You are now a part of our family and our kingdom. I look forward to a future where our alliance is strengthened by our union.">>Myrrine curtsies gracefully, her voice filled with gratitude and acceptance. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Thank you, Your Majesty. I am honored to be a part of this alliance and to serve both Eryx and Olympia. I am ready to embrace my new role and to work towards a future of peace and prosperity.">> [[Retire to your chambers after the long journey|AP93]]

As you stand before Basileos and Medaea, the weight of your mission settling over you, you turn to Myrrine, a sense of pride and purpose in your eyes. You introduce her with a voice filled with dignity and authority.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos, allow me to present Princess Myrrine of Eryx. She is here to join me as a fellow courtesan and will be an integral part of the king's court, involved in any decision-making processes related to both Eryx and Olympia. This is a crucial part of the alliance we have forged.">>Basileos's eyes light up with enthusiasm, a warm smile spreading across his face as he steps forward to greet Myrrine. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Welcome, Princess Myrrine! Your presence here is a testament to the strength of our alliance. We are honored to have you join our court and contribute your wisdom and insights.">>He turns to you, his voice filled with admiration and something more. You wonder if it is a hint of the love he harbors for you but dares not admit. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, you have done an exceptional job in securing this alliance. Myrrine's role as a courtesan will be invaluable in bridging the gap between our kingdoms and ensuring our mutual success.">>You nod, a sense of satisfaction and anticipation settling over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Basileos. Myrrine's skills and talents will be a great asset to our court. I am confident that, under your guidance and with her by my side, we are sure to avert this war.">>Myrrine curtsies gracefully, her voice filled with gratitude and acceptance. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Thank you, Your Majesty. I am honored to be a part of this alliance and to serve both Eryx and Olympia. I am ready to learn from you and to contribute to the prosperity of our kingdoms.">>Basileos places a hand on Myrrine's shoulder, his touch gentle and encouraging. <<dialogue "Basileos" "You will work closely with Philtra until you are fully acquainted with our people and our culture. Together, you will forge a path of understanding and cooperation that will benefit us all.">>As the sun rises higher in the sky, casting its warm rays over the palace, you take a moment to reflect on the journey that has brought you here. The alliance is secured, Myrrine is welcomed with open arms, and the road ahead, though fraught with challenges, is one you are ready to face with courage and conviction, guided by the strength of your connection and the divine mission that lies ahead. [[Retire to your chambers after the long journey|AP93]]

As the introductions and greetings conclude, you take a moment to survey the gathering, your eyes landing on Lysara and Klytemnaestra. They stand in the shadows, their expressions full of malice, but they make no move to greet you or welcome Myrrine. Instead, they slip away, their departure unnoticed by most, but not by you. You let it go, a small smile playing on your lips as you realize that their days are numbered. You will get to them soon enough, and their schemes will be laid bare. For now, you have more pressing matters to attend to. You turn to Basileos and Medaea, your voice filled with weariness. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos, Mother, I have secured the alliance with Eryx, and Myrrine is now a part of our court. But the journey has taken its toll, and I need to rest for the day. I will embark on my journey to Sardis to secure that alliance, but for now, I must retire to my chambers.">>Basileos nods, a look of understanding and concern in his eyes. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Of course, Philtra. You have earned your rest. Take the time you need to recuperate, and know that your efforts are greatly appreciated.">>Medea steps forward, her arms open in a warm embrace. <<dialogue "Medaea" "You have done us proud. Rest well, I want to hear about what happened in Eryx. We can catch up once you are refereshed.">>You embrace them both, a sense of home and belonging washing over you. As you pull away, you turn to Myrrine, a gentle smile on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine, I will prepare a chamber for you, right next to mine. You are welcome to rest and refresh yourself. We have much to discuss and plan for in the days to come.">>Myrrine curtsies gracefully, her voice filled with gratitude and acceptance. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Thank you, Philtra. I am honored by your generosity and your trust in me. I will rest and be ready for whatever comes next.">>With a final, lingering glance at your family and your new companion, you make your way to your chambers, the weight of your journey lifting with each step. The room is a sanctuary of comfort and familiarity, and you sink into the soft embrace of your bed, your body aching with the need for rest. As you drift off to sleep, your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and plans. The alliance with Eryx is secured, but the road ahead is long and fraught with challenges. Sardis awaits, and with it, the promise of another crucial alliance. But for now, you allow yourself the luxury of rest, knowing that with each passing moment, you are growing stronger, more determined, and more ready to face whatever comes your way. [[The next day|AP96]]

Shortly after, Elara meets you and gives you the go-ahead.<<dialogue "Elara" "You are free to train Myrrine as you please. Take however long you need to work with her and prepare her. She was already trained with the other initiates before, and thus she is not a novice but can choose to pursue the preparation as you wish. Let me know once she is ready for the trials.">> You respond with gratitude. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you for the freedom, Elara. Let me observe her and see if she is ready, I will train her in topics where she needs the training. I will get back to you once she is ready.">> with that matter being settled. You make your way to Myrrine's chamber, your steps purposeful and your mind focused on the lessons you are about to impart. You find Myrrine reading some scroll, her eyes shining with anticipation and eagerness to learn. You sit beside her, your voice filled with the weight of knowledge and experience.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine, Let me give you the basics of the skills required to pass the trials. There are four pillars of power that you must master: Seduction, Persuasion, Combat, and Alchemy. Each is a tool, a weapon, and a path to influence and control. But remember, balance is key in all things. Too much or too little of any one aspect can lead to failure and ruin.">>Myrrine nods, her expression serious and attentive. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I understand, Philtra. Please, enlighten me on these pillars.">>You begin, your voice steady and authoritative.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Seduction is the art of desire and allure. It is the power to captivate and ensnare, to make others crave your presence and your touch. But it must be wielded with care, for it can just as easily ensnare you. Use it to gain favor, to turn enemies into allies, but never let it consume you.">>Myrrine's eyes widen with fascination in her gaze. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "And Persuasion?">><<dialogue "Philtra" "Persuasion is the power of words and influence. It is the ability to sway minds and hearts, to make others see your point of view and act in your favor. It is a subtle art, one that requires cunning and charm. Use it to negotiate, to convince, but always remember that words can cut as deeply as any blade.">> [[Continue the training|AP95]]

Myrrine nods, her mind racing with the implications of your teachings. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Combat, then?">><<dialogue "Philtra" "Combat is the art of war and strategy. It is the strength to defend and the skill to attack, the wisdom to know when to fight and when to retreat. It is not just about physical prowess, but about mental acuity and tactical genius. Use it to protect and to conquer, but never forget that the true victory is one that requires no bloodshed.">>Finally, you turn to the last pillar, your voice filled with a sense of awe and mystery. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Alchemy is the power of transformation and creation. It is the ability to turn base metals into gold, to create potions and elixirs that can heal or harm, to manipulate the very fabric of reality. It is a dangerous path, one that can lead to great power or great destruction. Use it with caution, for it is a force that can consume the unwary.">>Myrrine takes a deep breath, her eyes shining with a newfound understanding and determination. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I see the importance of balance in all these aspects. Too much Seduction can lead to obsession, too much Persuasion to manipulation, too much Combat to brutality, and too much alchemy to chaos. I will strive to master them all, to wield them with wisdom and restraint.">>You place a hand on her shoulder, your touch a silent promise of support and guidance. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You have a keen mind. You are ready for the trials that lie ahead. Remember, these pillars are your tools, your weapons, and your shields. Use them well, and you will emerge victorious.">>Myrrine stands, her posture straight and her expression resolute. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I am ready!">>You nod, a sense of pride and anticipation settling over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Let's retire for tonight. I will sleep on this decision and get back to you tomorrow.">> <<set $seduction = 4>> <<set $intellect = 4>> <<set $persuasion = 4>> <<set $combat = 4>> <<set $courage = 4>> [[The next day|AP68]]

Dev Note: Your quest is to earn your freedom, as you are now a slave. Check the UI sidebar and review the 'Earn your Freedom - Quest' sheet often to see your progress. There is no true failure state in this game. Your choices will impact the world and Philtra for better or for worse, but there will be no 'game over' screen. Please regularly check the quest sheet after major decisions. To fully immerse yourself, note that the game blends elements from various eras for narrative flavor. You’ll encounter gladiator-style battles and Roman-inspired characters, despite the ancient Greek mythological setting, this was chosen to enrich the story arcs. Similarly, some weapons and armor may not strictly align with the archaic Greek period. I ask for a bit of suspension of disbelief regarding these historical liberties. I’d love to hear your thoughts! If you have feedback on the timeline, characters, or gear, or ideas for refining these elements, please start a discussion, I'll make sure to respond to you. Your input will help shape future updates to make the game even more engaging. All the best. [[Continue with the game|AR3]]

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You finish the loaf of bread, the last crumbs falling from your fingers as you stand, your resolve unshaken. Naked and unashamed, you march out of the cell, your steps echoing through the empty dungeon as you make your way to Mnemonides's office above. The cool air nips at your skin, but you barely notice, your focus solely on the task ahead and the burning desire to earn your freedom from Ares's brand, and for that you have to prove yourself worthy of being in Ares's army, despite the hatred you feel for Mnemonides. Mnemonides's office is a stark contrast to the dungeon below, filled with scrolls and the trappings of command. He looks up as you enter, his eyes narrowing with disdain. The tension between you is palpable, a simmering hatred that neither of you can hide.<<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Philtra. Did you come here to beg for mercy?">>You stand tall, your chin lifted in defiance, your voice steady and clear. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I want to join the army. Ares must have told you about his plans for me. Let me join your camp and begin my training.">> Mnemonides leans back in his chair, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he studies you, his eyes filled with a predatory gleam and a hint of malice. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Join the army? You? You're not worthy of such an honor, Philtra. You're nothing but a plaything, a toy for Ares to amuse himself with. You have no place in my army. Ares has his plans for you, sure, but that does not mean I have to train and feed you.">> [[Threaten Mnemonides|AR4]]

You meet his gaze steadily, your voice firm and unyielding, invoking the name of the god who holds your fate. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Ares wants me in his forces, Mnemonides. And you will comply, or face his wrath. I am here to prove myself, and you will give me that chance. I can surprise you with my ability.">>Mnemonides's smile fades, replaced by a look of cold calculation. He knows that defying Ares could mean his downfall, and despite his hatred for you, he is not foolish enough to risk the god's ire. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Very well, Philtra. I will give you one chance to prove yourself. But know this... if... no, when you fail, you will be sold as a slave to the highest bidder in the market like a cheap whore. Ares may want you in his forces, but he's not here to protect you now. Whatever deal you have with him is of no consequence to me. I've made no promises, and I owe him nothing. Even if Ares questions me, I can always tell him that I gave you a chance and that you failed. His problem, not mine.">>You nod, a sense of grim determination settling over you, your hatred for Mnemonides burning like a flame in your chest. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand. One chance. That's all I ask. And if I succeed, you will have to acknowledge my place in the army.">>Mnemonides chuckles, a low, mocking sound that sends a shiver down your spine, a sound filled with the promise of your impending failure and humiliation. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Oh, I find your newfound determination to be very amusing. Very well. You have my word. One trial, and if you pass, you'll have your place in the army. But fail, and you'll belong to whoever buys you. Now, go. I will allow you to wear clothes and prepare yourself. Your trial begins at dawn.">> You turn and leave the office, your mind already racing with plans and strategies, your hatred for Mnemonides fueling your determination. You know that this trial will be your chance to prove yourself, to show Mnemonides and the army that you are a force to be reckoned with, and to take the first step towards your ultimate goal: revenge and power. And when the time comes, you will be the one to end Mnemonides's life, to watch the light fade from his eyes as you claim your rightful place as the general of Ares's army. [[Prepare for the big day|AR5]]

You exit Mnemonides's office, your steps quick and purposeful as you make your way to the army men's barracks, located in the chamber adjacent to his domain. The barracks are a bustling hive of activity, filled with the sounds of clashing metal, grunts of exertion, and the occasional bark of a drill sergeant. You scan the room, your eyes landing on a pile of discarded clothes and armor, the remnants of a recent training session. With a swift, efficient motion, you don a set of men's clothes, the coarse fabric rough against your skin but a welcome barrier against the prying eyes of the soldiers. You secure a belt around your waist, the weight of it a comforting reminder of your newfound purpose. As you finish dressing, you catch the eye of a few soldiers.<<dialogue "Soldier 1" "You! Aren't you Peregrine's daughter?">>You nod, your voice steady and calm. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, it's me. I'm here to join the army.">>Another soldier, his muscles rippling with the effort of his recent training, approaches you, his brow furrowed with concern. <<dialogue "Soldier 2" "But how did you manage to escape his dungeon? We thought you were his slave now.">>You meet his gaze, your expression serious and determined. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I wasn't escaping. I was released. I want to join his forces, and Mnemonides has agreed to give me a trial.">>The soldiers exchange glances, their expressions one of pity. <<dialogue "Soldier 1" "You're not strong enough to compete with these men. He gave you a chance because he knew no woman would pass his trial. He just wants to humiliate you. Even men like me go through rigorous training before attempting the trial. You are malnourished due to your enslavement and have no proper training. There is no chance you will pass the trial. I mean no offense in saying this. I am only saying this for your own good. You should escape while you have the chance. We'll cover for you, and tell Mnemonides that you tricked us or something.">> [[You are not backing down|AR6]]

You shake your head, your resolve unshaken. <<dialogue "Philtra" "No. I intend to join the army, no matter what. I will prove myself, and I will earn my place among your ranks.">>The soldiers sigh, their shoulders slumping in resignation. They know better than to argue with you when you've made up your mind. <<dialogue "Soldier 2" "Very well. If that's what you want, we won't stand in your way. The armor and weapons are over there, in that chest. Take what you need, and may the gods be with you.">>You nod your thanks. You rummage through the items, most of which are made out of bronze and wood and are well maintained. It is widely known that most of the armor and weapons that the men use are brought to training and the battlefield by themselves, and the army does not provide them for their soldiers. After a bit of time, you locate a Xiphos, the type of sword that your father trained you with. Wait, is he even your father? you wonder. Your concentration is now broken, and all that happened recently is rushing back into your mind. You channel your anger and put those questions aside for now. You are certainly not in the mood to shed any more tears. You make your way to the training grounds, the weight of the xiphos sword in your hand a comforting reminder of your father's teachings and the skills he instilled in you. You think back to his words<<dialogue "Peregrine" "This is the xiphos, notice the shape... the blade is shaped like a leaf, it is double-edged. This type of sword is a versatile weapon, effective for both thrusting and slashing. The xiphos is typically short in length, but lengthier swords will come with added weight to them, which can be a problem without proper training.">> You wield it with a familiarity born of countless hours of practice under Peregrine's watchful eye. As you step onto the training field, the sun beats down on your bare skin, the heat a stark contrast to the cool dampness of the dungeon. You take a deep breath, your senses heightened, your body primed and ready for the challenge ahead. [[You try and put up a brave face|AR7]]

Mnemonides arrives, his presence commanding and imposing as he strides onto the field. He surveys the gathered soldiers, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he addresses them. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Gather 'round, men. Today, you are in for a treat. For the first time in our army's history, a woman seeks to join our ranks. Let's see how she fares against one of our own.">>He turns to you, his eyes gleaming with malice. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Philtra, I see you've chosen a xiphos. I'll make the process easy on you. I'll use a wooden sword, and you can keep your xiphos. This is just a warm-up, after all.">>He picks up a wooden sword, the blade smooth and unmarred, a stark contrast to the sharp, deadly edge of your xiphos. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "If you can land a blow on me, Philtra, I'll give you the trial to join the hoplite squad as heavy infantry. But I warn you, I won't go easy on you. This is your chance to prove yourself, and I suggest you take it.">>You nod, your grip tightening on the hilt of your xiphos, your eyes locked on Mnemonides, sizing him up, studying his stance and his movements. You know that this opportunity is more than just a warm-up, it's a test, a chance to show him and the army that you are a force to be reckoned with. The soldiers form a circle around you and Mnemonides, their murmurs and whispers a low, constant hum, a backdrop to the tension that crackles in the air. You can feel their eyes on you, their doubts and their hopes, their curiosity and their skepticism. But you push it all aside, focusing solely on the task at hand, on the man before you, and on the challenge he presents. You take a deep breath, your body coiled and ready, your mind clear and focused. You know that this is just the beginning, the first step on a long and arduous journey to prove yourself worthy of Ares's army and to exact your revenge on those who have wronged you. And as you raise your xiphos, the blade glinting in the sunlight, you are ready to face whatever comes your way with courage and resolve. [[Channel your anger|AR8]]

The training ground falls silent as you and Mnemonides face off, the only sounds the distant clatter of armor and the occasional shout of a drill sergeant. You grip your xiphos tightly, the weight of it familiar and comforting in your hand, a reminder of your father's teachings and the countless hours of practice. Mnemonides circles you, his wooden sword held loosely in his hand, a smirk playing on his lips. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Come on. Show me what you've got. Let's see if you're as skilled as your father claimed.">>You feint to the left, then quickly change direction, your xiphos flashing as you lunge at him. Mnemonides parries the blow with ease, his wooden sword meeting your blade with a solid thunk. You press the attack, your movements fluid and precise, each strike and parry a dance of steel and skill. For a moment, it seems as if you are evenly matched, your blades clashing, the rhythm of your fight a symphony of clashing wood and ringing bronze. But as the minutes pass, you can feel the effects of your recent ordeal catching up to you. Your muscles ache, your breaths come in ragged gasps, and your swings grow slower and less precise. The wooden blade seems to have withstood the punishment from the bronze xiphos. Mnemonides notices your fatigue, his eyes gleaming with a cruel, mocking light. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Tiring already? You're not as strong as you think you are. The sooner you realize it, the better.">>You grit your teeth, using his taunts as a distraction, a way to focus your remaining strength and will. You wait for the perfect moment, and as Mnemonides opens his mouth to speak again, you strike, your xiphos flashing towards his neck in a swift, deadly arc. The blade just misses its mark, the sharp edge trimming a lock of his beard, sending a few stray white hairs fluttering to the ground. You point your xiphos at the fallen beard, a triumphant smirk on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I believe that counts as a strike, Mnemonides.">> [[Did you win?|AR9]]

Mnemonides chuckles, a low, mocking sound that sends a shiver down your spine. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Oh no... A strike must be a solid blow, not a glancing strike. You'll have to do better than that.">>You can feel the soldiers' eyes on you, their murmurs and whispers a low, constant hum, with growing respect. You know that you are the underdog in this fight, and their indignation fuels your determination, stoking the fires of your resolve. Mnemonides, sensing your renewed strength, charges at you with a roar, his wooden sword raised high. You brace yourself, your xiphos at the ready, but you are not quick enough. His blade connects with a heavy thud against your right wrist, the force of the blow sending a jolt of pain up your arm. You cry out, your fingers going numb, and your xiphos clatters to the ground, your grip too weak to hold it. Mnemonides stands over you, his breath coming in ragged gasps, a cruel smile playing on his lips. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Pick up your sword! The fight's not over yet.">>You reach for your xiphos, your fingers fumbling with the hilt, but your wrist is too injured, the pain too intense. With a grimace, you switch the sword to your left hand, your grip uncertain and weak. Mnemonides sees your struggle and takes advantage, charging at you once more, his wooden sword arching towards your head in a lateral strike. You duck, your body moving on instinct, and raise your xiphos to meet the blow. But you are not quick enough, and the wooden sword connects with a heavy thud against your left shoulder, sending you sprawling to the ground, your vision swimming with pain and dizziness. Mnemonides lowers his guard, a triumphant smirk on his lips as he looms over you, his victory seemingly assured. But you are not ready to give up, not yet. With a final, desperate surge of strength, you swing your xiphos in a wide arc, the blade connecting with a loud clang against Mnemonides's greaves, just above his right ankle. The training ground falls silent, the only sound the ringing of metal against metal, the echo of your victory. You collapse to the ground, your body aching and spent, but a sense of triumph washing over you as you see Mnemonides stumble, his balance thrown off by the force of your blow. The soldiers erupt into cheers, their voices a roar of approval and admiration, their doubts and skepticism replaced by a newfound respect and camaraderie. You have proven yourself, not just as a skilled fighter, but as a warrior worthy of their respect. [[You did win!|AR10]]

You look at Mnemonides's face, it is a mask of fury and humiliation. You see his jealousy of how easily you won over the soldiers. You realize the soldiers fear him as a general but do not respect him the same way your father, Peregrine, was respected. You think back to your decision not to pray for a divine intervention on that fateful day. Things could have turned out very differently had you done that. Not now, it is not the time to wallow in that question. He sees you looking at him and quickly composes himself, a false smile plastered on his lips as he turns back to you. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Well done, Philtra. You've shown great skill and determination. It seems I underestimated you. Now, prepare yourself for the real trial. You'll be joining the hoplite squad as heavy infantry.">>The soldiers, their voices still echoing with cheers and admiration, quickly gather around you, their movements efficient and practiced as they equip you for the trial ahead. They hand you a linen armor, the linothorax, a garment designed for the male form, with flat chests and a straight, unyielding cut. You struggle into the armor, the linen rough and uncomfortable against your skin, the weight of it a burden that pulls at your shoulders and hips. Your breasts, full and heavy, are squished and constricted, the armor doing little to accommodate your curves. The midriff of the armor hangs loose and far from your body, the armor feeling clunky and ill-fitted, a hindrance rather than a protection. Next, they strap an aspis shield to your left arm, the weight of it a sharp reminder of Mnemonides's blow. You wince as the shield settles into place, the pain in your shoulder a throbbing, persistent ache that sends waves of discomfort through your body. You try to adjust the shield to find a position that eases the pain, but it is no use. Your shoulder is too injured and too weak to bear the weight. [[Now for the real trial|AR11]]

Finally, they hand you a dory, a long spear, the blade glinting in the sunlight, a promise of power and precision. The blade attached to the wooden body is dulled at the end so as to make sure the soldiers don't hurt each other during training, this dummy training dori will be useless in a real fight. You grip the shaft, your right wrist protesting at the weight and the pressure, the pain a sharp, stabbing sensation that radiates up your arm. You try to switch the dori to your left hand to ease the burden on your injured wrist, but the soldiers shake their heads, their expressions serious and unyielding.<<dialogue "Soldier 1" "No, Philtra. The phalanx formation requires each soldier to protect not only themselves but also the man to their right. The shield must be on the left, to overlap with the shield of the soldier beside you, creating an impenetrable wall of defense.">>You nod, understanding the importance of the formation, but the weight of your armor, the pain in your shoulder, and the ache in your wrist combine to create a sense of overwhelming discomfort and vulnerability. You know that you must endure, that you must push through the pain and the discomfort, for the sake of your trial and your place in the army. As you stand there, armed and armored, you can feel the weight of expectation and responsibility settling over you, a mantle of power and purpose that you are eager to embrace. You know that this is just the beginning, the first step on a long and arduous journey to prove yourself worthy of Ares's army and to exact your revenge on those who have wronged you. And as you take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the trial ahead, you are filled with a sense of anticipation and excitement, ready to face whatever comes your way with courage and resolve, despite the discomfort and the pain. [[Prepare yourself|AR12]]

Mnemonides splits the soldiers into two evenly matched groups, his voice barking out orders with a cold, calculated precision. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Form a phalanx! shields up and spears at the ready!">>You find yourself at the front of your group, the weight of your aspis shield a constant, throbbing reminder of your injury. The aulete begins to play, the haunting, rhythmic notes of the aulos filling the air, a call to arms and a beacon of unity. The soldiers around you fall into step, their movements synchronized and precise, a wall of steel and determination. Mnemonides signals, and the two phalanxes charge toward each other, the ground trembling beneath the stomp of countless feet. You brace yourself, your heart pounding in your chest, your grip tight on your dori. The moment of impact is a chaotic explosion of noise and motion, a clash of shields and a forest of spears. You push with all your might, your injured shoulder screaming in protest, but it is not enough. The weight of the opposing phalanx is too great, and your formation begins to buckle, the shields wavering and the spears dipping. With a final, desperate heave, the opposing phalanx shoves your line back, and the formation collapses, the soldiers stumbling and falling in a tangle of limbs and armor. Mnemonides strides forward, his expression a mask of cold fury. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Philtra, your failure has cost us the battle. This is your first strike. One more failure, and you will be cast out of the army, a disgrace to all of us.">>The soldiers quickly regroup. They know that your place in the phalanx is crucial, and they are not willing to let you fail again. With a swift, efficient motion, they reposition you, moving you to the second row, their shields overlapping to create a protective barrier around you. [[Try again|AR13]]

The aulete plays once more, the aulos a steady, rhythmic heartbeat. The phalanxes charge again with the same impact. This time, the first row holds their spears, a bristling forest of steel, a formidable barrier against the enemy. But as the battle rages on, you feel your right wrist begin to falter, the pain a sharp, stabbing sensation that radiates up your arm. You try to raise your dori to join the fray, but your grip is weak, your movements slow and uncoordinated. The enemy sees your weakness, and they press their advantage, their spears probing and testing, seeking a way through your line. With a final, desperate lunge, an enemy spear finds its mark, the point slicing through the gap in the formation and on to your armor, a sting of pain and a warm, wet sensation against your skin. You stumble, your dori clattering to the ground, and the phalanx begins to waver, the formation crumbling under the relentless pressure of the enemy. Mnemonides strides forward, his face a mask of cold, unyielding fury. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "You have failed us again! Your weakness has cost us the battle and your place in the army. You are no longer welcome among us. Leave, and do not return.">> The soldiers stand in stunned, disappointed silence, the weight of your failure settling over them like a shroud. You know that this is the end, the final nail in the coffin of your dreams and your hopes. <<set $combat = 4>> <<set $elementalpower = 4>> [[Accept your failure|AR14]] [[Retaliate|AR15]]

The soldiers stand in a somber silence, their shoulders slumped and their eyes downcast, the weight of your failure a heavy burden on their spirits. They had hoped and believed in you, and your defeat is a bitter pill to swallow, a stark reminder of the nature and limitations of men and women. Mnemonides, on the other hand, is a picture of smug satisfaction, his eyes gleaming with a cruel, triumphant light. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Well, well. Look at you now. A failure, just as I always knew you would be. Did you really think you could challenge me and the might of my army? You were nothing but a fool.">>You stand before him, your head held high, your expression a mask of calm acceptance. You know that you have failed, that your dreams of joining the army and exacting your revenge are but distant, shattered hopes. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You are right, Mnemonides. I have failed, and I accept my fate. Do with me as you will.">>Mnemonides chuckles, a low, mocking sound. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Pathetic. I don't understand what Ares saw in you. You will never be in any army ever again. You will be sold soon and will learn to respect your owners. But first, you will be mine to do with as I please.">>With a swift, efficient motion, he strips you of your armor and your clothes, leaving you naked and vulnerable, your skin exposed to the cool air and the prying eyes of the soldiers. He ties you to a post, your wrists and ankles bound, your body stretched taut and on display.<<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Soldiers, you may do with her as you wish. But remember, she is to be sold in two days' time, so do not mark her too badly.">>The soldierslook at you with pity. You close your eyes, your mind a whirlwind of emotions and sensations, as you resign yourself to your fate, a plaything and a pawn, a slave to the whims and desires of others. <<set $courage = 1>> [[A new purpose|AR16]]

The soldiers stand in a somber silence, their shoulders slumped and their eyes downcast, the weight of your failure a heavy burden on their spirits. They had hoped and had believed in you, and your defeat is a bitter pill to swallow, a stark reminder of the cruelty and unpredictability of fate. Mnemonides, on the other hand, is a picture of smug satisfaction, his eyes gleaming with a cruel, triumphant light. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Well, well. Look at you now. A failure, just as I always knew you would be. Did you really think you could challenge me and the might of my army? You were nothing but a fool.">>You meet his gaze, your eyes blazing with anger and defiance. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You are a coward, Mnemonides. I would have won if I had proper nutrition and rest. Give me another chance, and I will prove myself to you and to the army.">>Mnemonides's face darkens, his expression a mask of cold, unyielding fury. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Another chance? You dare to ask for another chance after your pathetic display? You are nothing! Less than nothing!">>He raises his hand, and you flinch, bracing yourself for the blow. But it is too late, and his fist connects with your jaw, the force of the impact sending you sprawling to the ground, your vision swimming with pain and dizziness. You struggle to your feet, your body aching and your mind reeling, and you reach out to your elemental power, your hands clutching at the air, a desperate plea for power and strength. But nothing happens, and you are left standing there, your arms outstretched and your body trembling, a pathetic, powerless figure. The realization washes over you, a wave of despair and betrayal, as you understand that your powers, like your mother, have abandoned you, leaving you alone and vulnerable. Mnemonides chuckles, a low, mocking sound that sends a shiver down your spine. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Pathetic. I don't understand what he saw in you. You will never be in any army ever again. You will be sold soon and will learn to respect your owners.">>With a swift, efficient motion, he strips you of your armor and your clothes, leaving you naked and vulnerable, your skin exposed to the cool air and the prying eyes of the soldiers. He ties you to a post, your wrists and ankles bound, your body stretched taut and on display.<<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Soldiers, you may do with her as you wish. But remember, she is to be sold in two days' time, so do not mark her too badly.">>The soldiers look at you with pity. You close your eyes, your mind a whirlwind of emotions and sensations, as you resign yourself to your fate, a plaything and a pawn, a slave to the whims and desires of others, your dreams of power and revenge shattered and lost. <<set $courage = 4>> [[A new purpose|AR16]]

The last few days have been a lesson on what men are capable of doing to you when you are naked and bound. You brace yourself for the worst. You expect the soldiers to descend upon you with lust and cruelty. But something unexpected happens. A few soldiers, overcome by their desire, approach you, their hands reaching out, their intentions clear. But they are met with a wall of resistance, a wall of their fellow soldiers, reminding the others to show some respect.<<dialogue "Soldier 1" "Stand back! Leave her be! She's shown more courage and skill than any of us could ask for. She deserves our respect, not our lust.">><<dialogue "Soldier 2" "Mnemonides intentionally designed the trial to ensure her failure. None of us could have passed that trial. She's a warrior, and we should treat her as such.">>You watch in astonishment as the soldiers turn away the few who would dare to violate you, their voices a chorus of respect and admiration, a testament to the power of your display and the depth of their camaraderie. As the skirmish subsides, and the soldiers return to their posts. A surge of motivation is running through you, a burning resolve to lead these men one day, to guide them in glorious battles, and to bring them honor and fame. You realize that not all soldiers are bad, that most are good, patriotic men, their hearts filled with duty and loyalty. The few bad men are prevalent only because they are emboldened by authoritative figures like General Mnemonides. You vow to yourself, a silent promise in the depths of your mind, that you will one day return, that you will rise above your failures and your fate, and that you will lead these men, not as a slave or a plaything, but as a general, a symbol of hope and strength. And as you stand there, naked and bound, but unbroken and unbowed, you know that this is just the beginning, the first step on a long and arduous journey to power, to revenge, and to glory. [[Wait|AR17]]

You stand tied to the post, your body aching and your spirit on the verge of breaking, as the first day of your captivity drags on, the sun beating down on your bare skin, the cool night air a stark contrast, a relentless cycle of heat and cold, of hope and despair. As the second day dawns, a figure approaches, his steps steady and purposeful, his face a picture of determination and kindness. He carries a small bundle of food and a flask of water, his eyes meeting yours with respect.<<dialogue "Soldier" "Here. You must keep up your strength.">>He feeds you the food, his movements gentle and efficient, his hands steady as he lifts the flask to your lips, allowing you to drink your fill. You feel a surge of energy, a spark of life, as the sustenance courses through your veins, a reminder of your own strength and resilience.<<dialogue "Soldier" "Why are you helping me? If Mnemonides finds out, you'll be in trouble.">>Theseus chuckles, a low, easy sound that sends a wave of warmth through you, a promise of hope and camaraderie. <<dialogue "Soldier" "Mnemonides? I'm leaving the army tomorrow, heading to Athens. My destiny awaits me there, and I have no time for his games or his wrath. He cannot hurt me. So, don't worry about me, Philtra.">>You meet his gaze, your eyes filled with gratitude. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, soldier. You seem to know me. I am in your debt. May I know your name?">> [[you get some sustenance|AR18]]

<<dialogue "Theseus" "Theseus. I used to admire your father. Sorry about his untimely demise. Knowing Mnemonides, there was only one way that the fight between him and your father was headed. And do not worry. This is not the end for you. Our paths will cross again, I am sure of it. I will try to bring some more food and water later too.">>His voice is a steady, reassuring presence, a beacon of hope in the darkness of your fate. <<dialogue "Theseus" "I want you to be at your best when you are sold. A man might buy you for your beauty, and that is the best outcome for you, at least in the short term. Gracing some noble's bed each night, not having to worry about food or drachmae... it is a better life than many others. Not having food and water will hinder your chances of selling well. And I apologize if my words sound condescending, as that is not my intention. Fighting the inevitable right now will not get you any closer to the commendable aspiration to join the king's army. For now, bide your time, continue to train, and get better. I'm sure it's only a matter of time before you can convince everyone that even as a woman you are capable of joining the army and fighting wars.">>You feel a pang of sorrow, resignation, and acceptance as you realize the truth in his words, the harsh reality of your situation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You are right, Theseus. Your words are practical, and I am grateful for your kindness. I will repay you the next time our paths cross.">>Theseus nods, a small, understanding smile playing on his lips, a promise of hope and of futures yet to come. <<dialogue "Theseus" "Until then. May the gods watch over you.">> And with that, he turns and walks away, leaving you with a renewed sense of purpose, a spark of determination, and a glimmer of hope, a beacon of light in the darkness of your fate, a promise of a future yet to be written, a story yet to be told. [[There is wisdom in Theseus's words|AR19]]

Later in the day, Mnemonides strides onto the training field, his face a mask of cold, unyielding fury, a foreign prisoner in tow, chained and naked, his body a map of bruises and scars, a testament to the cruelty and the brutality of his captivity. Mnemonides pushes the prisoner forward, his voice a bark of command, a demand for obedience and for answers. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "This is your last chance. Tell us where are you from, and what are your intentions in entering Olympia?">>The prisoner stands silent, his eyes a defiant, unyielding gaze, a promise of secrets and of mysteries yet to be unveiled. Mnemonides's face darkens, his expression a mask of cold, unyielding fury, and he raises his fist, the blow connecting with a sickening thud, the sound of flesh meeting flesh, a brutal, primal symphony. The soldiers surround the prisoner, their eyes gleaming with a hunger for violence and for blood. The prisoner, his body already emaciated and broken, uses the last of his strength, a desperate, final surge of power, and he lunges at the legs of a nearby soldier, his hands grasping, his fingers clawing, a desperate, primal need for survival. With a swift, efficient motion, he pries the dagger from the soldier's belt, the blade glinting in the sunlight, a promise of power and of death. He takes up a stance, his body coiled and ready, his eyes a defiant, unyielding gaze, a promise of resistance and of defiance. The soldiers surround him, their spears and their swords a forest of steel, a wall of death and of destruction. But Mnemonides stays their hands, his voice a bark of command, a demand for obedience and for restraint. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Do not kill him! I need him alive!">> [[Who is this man?|AR20]]

The prisoner, understanding the futility of his situation and the impossibility of his escape, makes a choice, a desperate, final act of defiance and of determination. With a swift, brutal motion, he pulls his tongue out, and he runs the dagger through his own tongue, cutting it cleanly off his mouth, the blade slicing through flesh and through muscle, a horrific, primal symphony of pain and of blood. The soldiers pounce, their hands grasping, their fingers clawing, with a desperate, primal need to capture and control. They pry the dagger from his grip, the blade slipping from his fingers, a final, desperate act of defiance and of determination. Mnemonides pounds the prisoner, his fists a relentless, brutal symphony of pain and of destruction. The prisoner, his body broken and his spirit unbowed, understands a final, desperate realization… a promise of secrets and mysteries yet to be revealed. Mnemonides, his breath coming in ragged gasps and his mind reeling, finally gives up in a desperate act of resignation and defeat. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Tie him up. Next to the woman. Both of them will be sold at the market. I have no use for him anymore.">>As the prisoner hangs limply beside you, his body a map of bruises and of scars, a promise of secrets and of mysteries yet to be unveiled. You realize that he could have plunged the dagger into his heart when he had the chance, that he could have taken his secret to the grave in a final, desperate act of defiance and determination. But he chose to live, to endure; you understand his mission is not complete yet, and he wants to stay alive to see it through. You wonder what he is planning, and it is not like he can tell even if he wanted to. [[The next day|AR21]]

The next day dawns, a harsh, unyielding light, a promise of a new beginning and of a new end. Mnemonides approaches you, his face a mask of cold, unyielding calculation, his eyes gleaming with a cruel, triumphant light.<<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Wash yourself, Philtra. Make yourself presentable. A well-presented slave will fetch a good price, and I intend to make a profit from your sale.">>You are untied, your wrists and your ankles free, a rare and precious gift, a moment of respite and of hope. You are given a bucket of water, a small, simple thing, a promise of cleansing and of renewal. You wash yourself, your hands moving over your skin, a gentle, soothing caress. You rinse the dirt and the grime, the sweat and the blood, a cleansing of body and of soul. After the bath, your wrists are tied together, a gentle, unyielding restraint. The other prisoner, the man with no tongue, is also brought forth behind you. You are led to the marketplace as a naked, vulnerable figure, a plaything, and a pawn, a slave to the whims and desires of others. The stage is a harsh, unyielding platform of exposure and of humiliation. The crowd gathers… a sea of faces, a mix of curiosity, cruelty, lust, and desire. You see the plebeians, their eyes wide and their mouths agape… a look of pity and disgust. But you also see the nobles, the wealthy men, their eyes gleaming with a hungry, predatory light, sending a clear intention of power and of control, of possession and ownership. You stand tall, your head held high, your body a map of strength and of resilience, and wait for the auction to start. [[The auction starts|AR22]]

As you see across the stage, you notice you are not the only woman in the stage. Soon after, the auction begins, a cacophony of voices and of numbers, a symphony of greed and of desire. You stand on the stage, as the various noble and wealthy men begin to bid on the other slaves, their voices a chorus of avarice and of lust. The men and women are sold, one by one, their fates sealed with a final, desperate bid. The bids for them ended at around 20 to 50 drachmae. The auctioneer notes all the names of the bidders and the bid amount in the parchment of paper and slowly turns to you, his eyes gleaming with a hungry, predatory light, you realize that you are the main attraction, the prize that every man in the crowd desires. Everyone realizes you have a story, as no one has ever seen a slave as beautiful as you. The bidding starts, A fat, burly man steps forward, his voice a booming, commanding presence, the crowd falls silent, their eyes wide with astonishment and with awe.<<dialogue "Vespasian" "Fifty drachmae for that woman!">>You recognize him, a sudden, shocking realization. Vespasian, the infamous senator in the king's court, the father of your childhood friend Seraphina, a man of power and of influence, a man of cruelty and of desire. The other wealthy men join in, their voices a chorus of avarice and of lust, a symphony of greed and of desire. But Vespasian outbids them all, his final offer.<<dialogue "Vespasian" "Two hundred and fifty drachmae!">>The auctioneer, his voice a booming, commanding presence, calls you sold, a final, desperate act of resignation and of defeat. <<dialogue "Auctioneer" "Sold to the senator Vespasian for two hundred and fifty drachmae!">>As Vespasian approaches, his eyes gleaming with a hungry, predatory light. [[The auction starts|AR23]]

The auctioneer scans the crowd, his brow furrowed in anticipation, clearly waiting for someone of significance. The tension in the air is palpable, as the gathered masses shift and murmur, their eyes darting between the stage and the entrance to the marketplace. Vespasian, his presence imposing and his demeanor one of entitlement, strides back onto the stage, his steps heavy and deliberate. He stands before you, his eyes roaming over your body with a predatory gleam, a stark reminder of the power he wields and the control he seeks to exert.<<dialogue "Vespasian" "Ah, Philtra. It's been a long time since we last saw each other. I must say, you've grown into a fine woman. Those curves... they're quite... enticing.">>His voice is a low, mocking purr, laced with a cruel amusement that sends a wave of revulsion through you. You meet his gaze, your expression a mask of calm defiance, despite the turmoil raging within.<<dialogue "Vespasian" "Tell me, my dear, what would you say to Seraphina when I bring you home, chained and naked, a trophy of my conquest?">>His hand reaches out, his finger tracing a slow, deliberate path from your face, down your neck, and finally cupping your breast with a firm, possessive squeeze. You gasp, a mixture of surprise and discomfort, as you realize the weight and fullness of your breasts, a result of Ares's boon, making you capable of lactation. His hand continues its descent down to your quim, his fingers probing and invading, a brutal, humiliating intrusion that leaves you feeling violated and exposed. You clench your teeth, your body tensing as you fight the urge to lash out, knowing that any resistance would only fuel his sadistic pleasure. As his fingers delve deeper, you become acutely aware of the crowd, their eyes fixed on you, their expressions of shock, lust, and morbid fascination. The entire Olympia marketplace is a witness to your abuse, a public spectacle of your humiliation and degradation. You stand there, naked and vulnerable, your body a battlefield of conflicting emotions.... anger, shame, and a burning desire for revenge. You know that this is just the beginning, a cruel prelude to the trials and tribulations that await you in Vespasian's household. But within the depths of your mind, a spark of determination ignites, a vow to endure, to survive, and to one day exact your revenge on those who have wronged you, starting with the man who now stands before you, his hands and eyes roaming over your body with a sense of ownership and entitlement. [[The auction is almost over|AR24]]

The crowd's attention shifts abruptly, their gazes drawn to a figure who commands respect and authority with his mere presence. An old man, his beard as white as freshly fallen snow and his eyes holding the wisdom of ages, approaches the auctioneer. His steps are measured and purposeful, each one echoing with an unspoken power that demands obedience. The auctioneer, a man who has seen countless transactions and negotiations, bows his head in deference as the old man reaches for the parchment paper detailing the bids. With a swift, decisive motion, the old man tears the paper into tatters, the fragments fluttering to the ground like the remnants of a shattered dream.<<dialogue "Old Man" "I will pay five hundred drachmae in total for all seven prisoners... eh... four men and hmm.... three women.">>His voice is a deep, resonant timbre, carrying the weight of command and the promise of consequence. The crowd falls silent, the only sound the distant murmur of the marketplace, a stark contrast to the tension that now hangs heavy in the air. Vespasian, his fingers still invading your quim, turns to face the old man, with shock, anger, and a flicker of fear. The auctioneer, ever the professional, steps forward, bows down, and says, <<dialogue "Auctioneer" "It will be as you say, my lord.">> The old man now turns to Vespasian and you.<<dialogue "Old Man" "Senator Vespasian, if you do not remove your hand, you will lose it.">>Vespasian, despite his bluster and his position, complies, his fingers withdrawing with a final, lingering caress that sends a shiver of revulsion down your spine. He steps back, his face a mask of barely contained fury, his eyes darting between you and the old man, a silent promise of future retribution. You watch the old man, your curiosity piqued and your mind racing with questions. Who is this man who can command such respect and obedience, who can outbid a senator with ease and without a second thought? You search your memory, trying to place him, to understand his claim to nobility and power, but you come up empty, his identity a mystery shrouded in the mists of time and influence. The auctioneer, his voice booming with finality, declares the transaction complete, the prisoners now belonging to the old man, a new chapter in their lives about to unfold. And as you stand there, naked and vulnerable, there is still a glimmer of hope, a spark of determination. [[gloat at Vespasian|AR25]] [[Dont engage with Vespasian|AR26]]

You meet Vespasian's gaze, your eyes blazing with defiance, a promise of future rebellion and escape. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You are vile, Vespasian. I will save Seraphina from your clutches, no matter what it takes. I will claim your head if you hurt her. Mark my words.">>Your voice is steady and clear, a beacon of determination amidst the chaos of your situation. Vespasian chuckles, a low, mocking sound that sends a shiver down your spine, a stark reminder of the power he wields and the control he seeks to exert.<<dialogue "Vespasian" "Ah, Philtra. You still have the spirit in you. I am impressed. But remember, someone else might own you now, but you will always be a slave. And who knows? One day, I might just get my hands on you again.">>His eyes gleam with a cruel, predatory light, a promise of future encounters and of the power he holds over you. You clench your fists, your nails digging into your palms. With that said, Vespasian walks away without meeting the eyes of that old man. You get the feeling that they might know each other. Vespasian crosses him on his way out of the stage, but the old man maintains a stone face and does not react. [[Who is this old man?|AR27]]

You stand tall, your chin lifted in defiance, your eyes fixed on a point beyond Vespasian, a silent refusal to engage with him or to acknowledge his presence. Vespasian, undeterred by your silence, leans in close, his voice a low, mocking whisper, laced with a cruel amusement that sends a wave of revulsion through you.<<dialogue "Vespasian" "You think you can ignore me? You think this changes anything? I will get my hands on you sooner or later. Until then, my dear daughter Seraphina will suffice for my needs.">>His breath is hot on your skin, a repulsive, unwanted intimacy that makes you want to recoil. But you hold your ground, your body rigid and unyielding, a silent promise of future resistance and of the strength that lies within you, waiting to be unleashed. With that said, Vespasian walks away without meeting the eyes of that old man. You get the feeling that they might know each other. Vespasian crosses him on his way out of the stage, but the old man maintains a stone face and does not react. [[Who is this old man?|AR27]]

The old man, approaches the seven of you, his presence commanding and his demeanor one of quiet authority. His eyes, wise and piercing, meet each of yours in turn.<<dialogue "Tiberius" "I am Tiberius Claudius Eutychus. You all are my property now. You will address me as 'Master'.">>His voice is deep. You nod, a silent acknowledgment of his authority. The seven of you are led to a waiting cart, the wooden wheels creaking and groaning under the weight of your newfound fate. As the cart begins to move, the bustling marketplace fading into the distance, you find yourself lost in thought, your mind racing with questions and with the realization of your new surroundings. The estate, as it comes into view, is not what you expected. The high walls, the training grounds, and the barracks all indicate one thing: a ludus, a gladiator school. The pieces fall into place, a sudden, shocking revelation. You never visited the Colosseum all that often, definitely not as much as your childhood friend Kaelen. He used to love watching gladiator fights and betting on them with his father Eamon's drachmae. You remember the tales of Tiberius told by Kaelen, the former gladiator who rose from the sands of the arena to earn his freedom, a symbol of hope and of determination for all those who dream of escaping the shackles of slavery. And as the cart rolls to a stop, the weight of your new reality settling over you, you feel a renewed sense of hope, a spark of determination, and a promise to yourself that you will convince Tiberius to train you, that you will become a gladiatrix, and that you will earn your freedom, just as he did, a beacon of strength and of resilience amidst the trials and tribulations that await you in the Ludus Aitherios. [[A new hope|AR28]]

You step down from the cart, the dust of the road settling on your bare feet, a stark contrast to the opulence and the cruelty of the marketplace you left behind. The other six slaves huddle together, their eyes wide with fear, their bodies trembling. Tiberius, without a word or a backward glance, strides towards the training grounds, his presence commanding and his demeanor one of quiet authority. You, driven by a curiosity that burns brighter than the sun, follow him, your steps light. The other slaves watch you, as you walk behind Tiberius, uninvited and unannounced. You can feel their eyes on you, their whispers a low, constant hum, a testament to the respect and the admiration you have already begun to earn, despite the shackles that bind your wrists and the uncertainty of your future. As you approach the training grounds, your eyes widen, taking in the sight before you with disbelief. The men, their bodies a map of muscle and scar, train with a ferocity and precision that leaves you breathless, a symphony of steel and sweat, of power and purpose. There are three doctors (trainers), their voices barking out commands, and their eyes sharp and unyielding, guiding the tiros (trainees) with determination, a promise of the trials and tribulations that await you should you choose to walk this path. The tiros, their bodies a testament to the rigors of their training, move with a grace and a strength that is both awe-inspiring and intimidating, a promise of the power and the skill that you, too, could one day wield, should you prove yourself worthy. You immediately understand the wider hierarchy in the Ludus Aitherios. Tiberius is the lanista, and there are three doctores for about approximately fifteen toris. [[Speak with Tiberius and make your intention clear|AR29]] [[Wait for a better time to make the best impression|AR30]]

You approach Tiberius, your steps steady and your chin lifted in a silent promise of determination and of hope. He turns to face you, his eyes meeting yours with calculation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Master Tiberius, I am Philtra, daughter of Peregrine. He was in the army, you might have heard of him. I used to train with him regularly. I wish to join the Tirones and become a gladiatrix. Can you please give me a chance?">>Your voice is clear and steady, a beacon of resolve amidst the chaos of your situation. Tiberius's brow furrows, his interest piqued, a spark of something unreadable flickering in his eyes.<<dialogue "Tiberius" "Peregrine... I have heard of him. But I never bothered with the men of the army. You, however, are something else. You do not look like any regular slave. You are too beautiful to be one, and that snake Vespasian's interest in you... it speaks of something more.">>He signals to a woman standing nearby, her presence a silent, efficient force. She nods and begins to usher the other slaves into the house, leaving you alone with Tiberius.<<dialogue "Tiberius" "Alright then, let's go down to the training area, and you can show me what you got. I won't make any promises, but I am intrigued by your proposal.">>You hesitate, a flush of shame and of embarrassment rising to your cheeks, the realization of your injuries and of the limitations they impose. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Master, I am too injured now. I need to rest and recover before I can perform at my best and display my full potential.">>Tiberius's expression falls, with a look of disappointment. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Very well. Rest and recover. When you are ready, we will see what you are made of.">>He calls over the woman, and she approaches, her steps silent. You follow her into the house. <<set $courage += 2>> [[Who is this woman?|AR31]]

As you step into the house, the cool marble floors are a stark contrast to the heat and the dust of the training grounds. The woman calmly says, <<dialogue "Antistia" "Welcome, Philtra. I am Antistia Lupa, the head maid of this household. I am in charge of all the maids here. I saw you eyeing the men in the training. Are you interested in any of them?">>You meet her gaze, your expression a mask of calm determination, a promise of the strength and the resolve that lies within you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "No, Antistia. I am not interested in the men. I wish to be a gladiatrix myself. I am Philtra, you might have heard about my father, Peregrine. He was part of the king's army. His death sealed my fate as a slave.">> Antistia's face slumps in sorrow. <<dialogue "Antistia" "Oh.... The fates are cruel indeed. I assure you Tiberius is a fair master. As long as you complete your tasks, he will treat you well.">> Antistia then quickly goes back to your motivation to become a gladiatrix, and her eyes widen with astonishment and admiration. She gestures for you to follow, her steps quick and purposeful, and leads you to a nearby window, a vantage point from which you can observe the training grounds and the men who will one day be your peers and your rivals. <<dialogue "Antistia" "Not every day I see a slave who is destined to become a maid aspire to become a gladiatrix.... Very well. Let me show you who these men are. First, the doctores. That is Spiculus, the murmillo trainer. His expertise lies with the shield and the gladius, a formidable combination of defense and offense.">>You watch as Spiculus barks out commands, his voice booming, establishing his commanding presence. [[Who are the rest?|AR32]]

You watch Tiberius, your eyes taking in the sight of the training grounds. You know that now is not the time to reveal your intentions, that your injuries and your fatigue would only serve to hinder your chances of making a good impression. You decide it is better to get a good understanding of the dynamics in this household and ludus before you make any major decisions. A woman approaches, her presence a silent, efficient force, and she begins to usher the other slaves into the house. She signals to you, a gesture that is a command, for you to stay right there, and you comply. As the other slaves disappear into the house, the woman returns, her eyes meeting yours with curiosity. She gestures for you to follow, and you comply, your mind racing with plans and with strategies, a promise to yourself that you will bide your time, that you will recover, and that you will make your mark on the Ludus Aitherios. You wonder why she requested only you to stay back and took you in separately. The others seem to have been given their commands, and they have gotten started already, but you were isolated. What does the woman have in store for you? <<set $intellect = 4>> [[Who is this woman?|AR31]]

Antistia continues. <<dialogue "Antistia" "Next, Verus, the retiarius trainer. He teaches finesse with the net and the trident, leveraging agility to overcome physical weaknesses... this might just fit you. And lastly, the renowned Crixus, the Thraex trainer. He guides his tirones in mastering the curved sica, a weapon of both power and precision. You must have heard about Crixus and his legendary fight with another gladiator called Spartacus. Crixus is the main doctore of this ludus. Many tirones strive to achieve his level of fame and glory in the arena.">>Your eyes widen as you take in the sight of the tirones, their bodies a map of muscle and of scar, a testament to the rigors of their training. Antistia continues to point at each of them. <<dialogue "Antistia" "Now, the tirones. Firstly, Flamma, a murmillo, is a bit of a hothead. Then, Carpophorus, a hoplomachus. They are both tirones, still learning the ways of the arena. And then, there were Tetraites, a retiarius, and Priscus, a Samnite. They are Primus Palus, the elite gladiators, the major revenue source for this ludus.">>Antistia turns to you. <<dialogue "Antistia" "You will not get to join them anytime soon, Philtra. First, you must win the trust of the lanista, Tiberius. And until then, you will not just be a maid in this household. Due to your beauty, you will also be a bed warmer for the master.">>You nod, a silent acknowledgment of your fate, a promise to yourself that you will endure, that you will survive, and that you will find a way to turn this situation to your advantage, to prove yourself worthy, and to earn your place among the gladiators. <<dialogue "Antistia" "Additionally, you will be required to shadow Servilia Prima, the wife of Master Tiberius, and make sure every need of hers is met. I will be your guide and your mentor in the ways of this household. Here, wear this.">> She hands you a dress that is similar to the dresses worn by the other maids. As you stand there, you steel yourself. You now have a way out. It's on you to make it count. [[Get on with your tasks as a maid|AR33]]

You are assigned to the kitchen, the warmth of the hearth a welcome respite from the cool, marble halls of the house. The cook, a burly man with a face etched by years of toil and of experience, is meticulously measuring and weighing the portions of wheat, barley, grains, beans, and fruits, a source of sustenance and the strength that will fuel the gladiators in their training and in their battles. As you watch, your interest burning and your mind racing with questions, the cook notices your gaze, his eyes meeting yours. <<dialogue "Cook" "Ah, you're new here, aren't you? Let me tell you, the gladiators need to be frugal eaters. They must maintain their agility, and expensive foods like meat are a rarity, reserved only for the Primus Palus. The rest of them, they make do with what they have, and it's enough to keep them strong and ready for the arena.">>You nod, a silent acknowledgment of the harsh reality of their lives. <<dialogue "Cook" "And remember, a little fat on a gladiator isn't always a bad thing. It helps absorb some of those glancing blows. Without it, a slash could find its way to a vital organ, and that's a death sentence in the arena.">>You help the cook, your hands moving with a newfound efficiency. As the dinner is prepared and served, the kitchen falls into a quiet, contented hum, a testament to the camaraderie and the unity that binds the household together, a promise of the future yet to be written, a story yet to be told. Once the dinner is over, Antistia approaches you, her presence a silent, efficient force, a ray of guidance and of support. <<dialogue "Antistia" "Philtra, your duties for the day are done. Come, I will show you to your sleeping quarters.">>She leads you to a cramped room, the air thick with the scent of sweat and of dreams, you take a look at the lives and the hopes of the maids who call this place their home. You are assigned a small, uncomfortable-looking pallet next to them. [[The next day|AR34]]

The next morning, Antistia summons you to the bathhouse inside the estate, a place of relaxation and of ritual, a sanctuary where the boundaries between public and private blur. As you enter, the steam envelops you, a warm, welcoming embrace. Servilia Prima, the wife of Tiberius, is already in the bath, her body full of curves and beauty. Antistia, efficient and silent, is attending to her, her hands moving with a practiced, gentle touch. Servilia turns to you, her eyes meeting yours. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Philtra, isn't it? Strip and join me in the bath.">>You comply, your movements steady and your expression a mask of calm determination. As you step into the bath, the warm water a soothing, enveloping presence, Servilia reaches out, her hand running along your skin, a gentle, exploratory touch of intimacy.<<dialogue "Servilia" "I see why Tiberius bought you. You are a rare beauty. Antistia was telling me about your father's demise, which led to your enslavement. How do you like my estate?">>Her voice is a low, husky purr, laced with a hint of jealousy, displaying the insecurities and the fears that plague even the most powerful of women. You wonder if she fears that you will take Tiberus's attention away from her. She does look a bit older than you but not as old as Tiberius, surely. Suddenly, Tiberius bursts into the bathhouse, his face a picture of joy and of triumph, a stark contrast to the somber, calculating man you have come to know. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Servilia, my love! The next gladiator fight is booked, and our best fighters, Tetraites and Priscus, are the main event in the Colosseum!">>He begins to undress, his movements quick and eager, showing his passion and the desire that burns within him. He joins Servilia in the bath, his hands roaming over her body with a hungry, possessive touch. But Servilia, despite Tiberius's ardor, seems distant, her body tense and her eyes a million miles away, you realize there is a chasm that lies between them. Tiberius, sensing her disinterest, pulls away, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes dart around the room, and they land on you, standing naked and vulnerable, a silent, unwitting participant in this dance of power and of passion.<<dialogue "Tiberius" "You! Come here.">> You go over to your master. He reaches out, his hand gripping your arm with a firm, unyielding touch, and he pulls you towards him, his intentions clear and unmistakable. You find yourself on your knees. [[Pleasure Tiberius|AR35]]

His phallus stood erect, ready for your touch. You leaned in, your lips brushing against his skin, feeling the pulse of his desire. Tiberius let out a low groan, his fingers tangling in your hair, guiding you. You took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his phallus, tasting the salt of his seed. Tiberius's hips bucked slightly, his grip on your hair tightening as you moved, your head bobbing in a rhythm that matched his growing pleasure. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the sound of your breathing and the soft, desperate noises Tiberius made. You could feel his tension building, his body tensing as you increased your pace, your hands gripping his thighs for support. Tiberius's breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes closed, lost in the sensation. You reached down, your fingers finding your own quim, rubbing it in time with your movements on his phallus. The dual sensation sent waves of pleasure through your body, making your quim grow wetter with each stroke. Tiberius's hips moved faster, his grip on your hair almost painful as he neared his climax. With a final, shuddering groan, Tiberius released, his body convulsing as you swallowed, your throat working to take all of him. You continued to rub your quim, your own pleasure building, your body trembling with the effort of holding back your own release. Tiberius finally pulled away, his chest heaving. He looked down at you, with satisfaction and something darker, more possessive. [[Ask for more to impress him|AR36]] [[do not indulge him any further|AR37]]

The bathhouse was a symphony of steam and scent, the air thick with anticipation. Driven by a desperate need to secure favor, you made a bold decision. As Tiberius stood there, his phallus still glistening, you rose, your body trembling with fear.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Master, I... I wish to please you further.">>Surprise and lust flickered across Tiberius's features. You turned around and bent over, presenting yourself, your breasts hanging heavy, your quim already slick. The cool air on your exposed flesh was a stark contrast to the room's heat. Tiberius approached, his hands gripping your hips with fierce intensity. You could feel his phallus pressing against your quim, teasing your entrance. With a powerful thrust, he entered, filling you completely. You gasped, your body stretching. Tiberius began to move, his hips slapping against your flesh, the sound echoing. You could feel every inch of him, his phallus stroking your inner walls, sending waves of pleasure. You reached down, your fingers finding your quim, rubbing it in time with his thrusts, your body trembling. As Tiberius's pace increased, you risked a glance at Servilia. Her eyes were wide, with jealousy etched on her face. You could see the realization dawning, the understanding that you were taking her place. With a final, shuddering groan, Tiberius released, his body convulsing as he spilled his seed deep inside. You could feel the warmth of his essence, your quim clenching around him, milking him for every last drop. Tiberius pulled out, his phallus still semi-erect, glistening with your combined fluids.<<dialogue "Tiberius" "Come to my bed after dinner.">>You nodded, your body still trembling. Tiberius began to dress, his movements slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving yours. As he finished, he turned and left, leaving you and Servilia alone, the weight of what had transpired hanging heavy. <<set $sexuality = 7>> [[Servilia has a few words for you|AR38]]

The bathhouse was thick with tension, the air heavy with unspoken desires. You stood quietly, your eyes averted, waiting. Servilia, however, had other plans.<<dialogue "Servilia" "Tiberius, my dear, have you noticed how pretty our new maid is?">>Tiberius turned to you, his gaze lingering, taking in every curve and line. You could feel his eyes, a physical weight, a silent appraisal. Slowly, realization dawned on his face, growing with lust.<<dialogue "Tiberius" "Indeed, she is quite... pleasing to the eye.">>He approached, his steps measured, his intentions clear. You tried to step back, but he grabbed your arm, his grip firm and unyielding. He pushed you against the wall, his body pressing against yours, his phallus already hard and ready. You shook your head, your voice caught in your throat, anticipation coursing through your veins. Tiberius lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist, his phallus pressing against your quim. With a powerful thrust, he entered, filling you completely. You gasped, your body stretching. Tiberius began to move, his hips slapping against your flesh, the sound echoing. You could feel every inch of him, his phallus stroking your inner walls, sending waves of pleasure. As Tiberius's pace increased, you could feel your pleasure building, your quim clenching around him, and your body trembling. With a final, shuddering groan, Tiberius released, his body convulsing as he spilled his seed deep inside. You could feel the warmth of his essence, your quim clenching around him, milking him for every last drop. Tiberius pulled out, his phallus still semi-erect, glistening with your combined fluids. He turned to Antistia, his voice firm and commanding.<<dialogue "Tiberius" "Ensure she is in my bed tonight, Antistia.">>Antistia nodded, her eyes downcast, with fear etched on her face. Tiberius began to dress, his movements slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving yours. As he finished, he turned and left, leaving you and Servilia alone, the weight of what had transpired hanging heavy. <<set $sexuality = 3>> [[Servilia has a few words for you|AR38]]

The bathhouse fell silent as Tiberius's footsteps faded into the distance, leaving you and Servilia alone in the steamy, intimate space. You turned to face her, your heart still racing from the intensity of the encounter, unsure of what to expect. Servilia's eyes met yours, and to your surprise, there was no jealousy in her gaze, only a cold, calculating look.<<dialogue "Servilia" "From now on, you will spend every night in Tiberius's bed. Is that understood?">>You blinked, taken aback by her command. You had anticipated feelings of resentment, possibly even anger, but this was a completely different experience. You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, my lady.">>Servilia rose from the bath, her movements graceful and fluid, her body glistening with water. She wrapped a towel around herself, her eyes never leaving yours. There was a finality in her tone, a sense of relief that you found puzzling.<<dialogue "Servilia" "Tiberius can be... demanding. But I am sure you will manage.">>With that, she turned and left the bathhouse, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the lingering scent of her perfume. You dressed slowly, your mind racing, trying to make sense of what had just transpired. Why would Servilia want you to take her place? What was her game? Later in the day, as you made your way back to the main house, you spotted Antistia in the courtyard, her head bent over a basket of linens. You approached her, your steps hesitant, unsure of how to broach the subject.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Antistia, may I speak with you for a moment?">>Antistia looked up, her eyes meeting yours. She set the basket down and motioned for you to follow her to a secluded corner of the garden, where the sound of a nearby fountain provided a soothing backdrop to your conversation.<<dialogue "Antistia" "What is it, Philtra? You seem troubled.">>You inhaled deeply, your words rushing out. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It's Servilia. She... she told me to spend every night in Tiberius's bed. But she wasn't jealous. It was almost as if she was relieved. I don't understand.">> [[Antistia explains|AR39]]

Antistia's expression softened, a look of understanding crossing her features. She glanced around, ensuring no one was within earshot, before leaning in closer.<<dialogue "Antistia" "Servilia has her reasons, Philtra. Reasons that are none of our concern. But I will tell you this: Servilia is not the woman she once was. She has... changed.">>You leaned in, your eyes wide with anticipation, eager to hear more. Antistia hesitated for a moment before continuing, her voice low and conspiratorial.<<dialogue "Antistia" "Servilia is having an affair with Crixus, the Thraex trainer. And I believe she might be carrying his child. Tiberius is unaware of her infidelity.">>The revelation hit you like a physical blow, your mind reeling from the implications. You stared at Antistia, your eyes wide with shock and disbelief.<<dialogue "Philtra" "But... why tell me this?">>Antistia's expression turned serious, her eyes boring into yours. <<dialogue "Antistia" "Because, Philtra, I trust you. And I want you to be prepared for what lies ahead. But you must promise me, you will not speak of this to anyone.">>You nodded, your mind already racing with the possibilities. This information could serve as a potent instrument, a lever at your disposal. You understood the delicate balance of power in this household, and you were not about to squander this opportunity.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand, Antistia. Your secret is safe with me.">>Antistia smiled, a look of relief crossing her features. She patted your hand, her touch gentle and reassuring. <<dialogue "Antistia" "Good. Now, go and prepare yourself for tonight. Tiberius will be expecting you.">>You nodded, your mind already set. You would play this game, navigate these treacherous waters, and use every tool at your disposal to secure your place in this household. And perhaps, just perhaps, you would emerge victorious. [[Later in the day|AR40]]

The night was deep and quiet as you made your way to Tiberius's chamber. The torchlight cast long, dancing shadows on the walls, guiding your steps as you approached the heavy wooden door. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what was to come, and pushed the door open. Tiberius lay on the bed, his body illuminated by the soft glow of a nearby oil lamp. His eyes met yours, a flicker of desire and something more, something deeper, crossing his features. You approached the bed, your movements slow and deliberate, your eyes never leaving his. You climbed onto the bed, your body pressing against his, your breasts pressing into his chest. Tiberius's hands roamed your body, his touch hungry and demanding. You could feel his phallus, already hard and ready, pressing against your thigh. Tiberius rolled you onto your back, his body covering yours, his weight pressing you into the mattress. He kissed you, his lips demanding, his tongue exploring your mouth. You kissed him back, your own desire building, your body responding to his touch. He broke away, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with lust. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "On your hands and knees!">>You complied, your body trembling with anticipation. Tiberius positioned himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips, his phallus pressing against your quim. With a single, powerful thrust, he entered you, filling you completely. You gasped, your body stretching to accommodate him. Tiberius began to move like a rabid dog. You are astonished that he is able to generate so much in his old age. But you are happy that at least he does not go for multiple rounds like the young men would want to. [[A few days goes by|AR41]]

As the nights passed, You alternate between household work in the day and entertaining Tiberius at night. He took you in every position imaginable, his desire for you growing with each encounter. He would enter you from behind, his hands gripping your hips, his phallus filling you completely. Or he would lie on his back, pulling you onto him, your body sliding down his phallus, your quim clenching around him. Sometimes, he would lift you, your legs wrapping around his waist, his phallus pressing against your quim, entering you with a single, powerful thrust. Each night, you could feel Tiberius's feelings for you deepening, his desire for you growing. You, however, did not love him. You faked your love, your touches, your kisses, and your moans, all designed to drop his guard and to make him vulnerable to you. One night, as you lay in his arms, your body sated and trembling, Tiberius spoke, his voice soft and vulnerable. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "You know, Philtra, I am not the man I once was. I am getting old, and I cannot be as active as I once was. It is... frustrating.">>You turned to him, your eyes wide with feigned concern, your hand reaching out to stroke his cheek. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Master, you are still a powerful man. Your strength is not in your body, but in your mind, your spirit.">>Tiberius smiled, a look of gratitude crossing his features. He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you, his body pressing against yours. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "You are a wise woman, Philtra. I am lucky to have you.">>As the nights turned into weeks, Tiberius revealed more of himself to you, his vulnerabilities, his fears, and his insecurities. He spoke of his life, his regrets, and his dreams. And one night, as you lay in his arms, his body pressing against yours, he spoke of Servilia.<<dialogue "Tiberius" "I believe Servilia is pregnant, Philtra. But I am not the father. I have always been incapable of giving children to a woman. And nothing has changed now.">>You turned to him, your eyes wide with shock and disbelief. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Are you sure?">>Tiberius nodded, a look of resignation crossing his features. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Yes, I am sure. And I am not even bothered to find out who the father is. I am just happy that she is pregnant. That is good enough for me.">>You stared at him, your mind reeling from his revelation. You understood then, the depth of his despair, his loneliness, and his need for you. And you knew, in that moment, that you had the power, the leverage, to shape your own destiny. You would use this information, this knowledge, to your advantage, to secure your place in this household, and to ensure your own survival. And you would do it all with a smile, a touch, a kiss, and a moan, faking your love, your desire, and your devotion until Tiberius was yours, completely and utterly, body and soul. [[Later that night|AR42]]

The night was deep and quiet, the only sounds the distant hoots of owls and the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. You slipped out of Tiberius's chamber, your body still tingling from the intensity of your encounter, your mind racing with thoughts of power and leverage. But there was another urge within you, a primal need to hone your skills, to pick up a weapon again after a long time. You wanted to maintain your focus on your goal. You made your way to the training grounds, your steps silent and sure. The moon cast a silver glow over the arena, illuminating the wooden posts and the racks of training weapons. You approached the palus (wooden post), your hand reaching out to grasp the rudis (wooden sword), the heavy wooden sword feeling familiar and comforting in your grip. It is intentionally made heavier so as to make sure that after training, the gladiators feel that the real sword is lighter and therefore easier to swing. You took a stance, your body remembering the lessons of your past, the training with your father and his xiphos. You began to practice, your movements slow and deliberate, your rudis stopping just short of the palus, the wood barely whispering as it sliced through the air. You deliberately don't make contact with the palus so as to not disturb anyone's sleep. You could feel the power in your arms, the strength in your core, and the agility in your feet. You were a warrior, and you would not let anyone or yourself forget it. As you practiced, you could feel a presence, a watchful gaze on your back. You turned, your rudis at the ready, your heart pounding in your chest. The slave who had been sold with you and cut off his tongue to keep his secret stood in the shadows. His eyes met yours with curiosity and something else, something unreadable. You hesitated, your grip on the rudis tightening, your body tensing. But then, you relaxed, a slow smile spreading across your face. You beckoned him forward, your eyes never leaving his. He approached, his steps silent, his body moving with a grace and fluidity that belied his size. He reached out, his hand gesturing to the rudis, a silent request. You handed it to him, your eyes wide with anticipation, eager to see what he could do. He took a stance, his body shifting into a fluid, powerful position. He began to move, his rudis a blur of motion, his techniques precise and deadly. You watched, your eyes wide, your breath caught in your throat, as he demonstrated his skills, his mastery of the weapon. [[He shows his skill|AR43]]

He stopped, his rudis at his side, his eyes meeting yours. He gestured to you, a silent invitation to join him. You nodded, your own rudis at the ready, eager to learn and to improve. You took a stance, your body mirroring his, your rudis moving in time with his. You could feel the power in your arms, the strength in your core, and the agility in your feet. He moved, his rudis a blur of motion, his techniques precise and deadly. You mimicked him, your body responding to his movements, your rudis following his lead. As you practiced, you could feel your skills improving, your techniques sharpening, and your body responding to the demands of the training. The slave watched you, his eyes never leaving yours, his expression unreadable. But you could feel his approval, his respect, and his admiration. As the night wore on, you continued to practice, your body pushing itself to its limits, your skills improving with each passing moment. Finally, as the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, you stopped, your body trembling with exhaustion, your breath coming in ragged gasps. You turned to the slave, your eyes meeting his, a slow smile spreading across your face. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you. I needed this.">>He nodded, a look of understanding crossing his features. He handed you back the rudis, you wanted more training, more lessons, and more improvement. You took the rudis, your grip tightening, your body already aching for more. You turn back to leave. [[As you turn back|AR44]]

As you turned to leave, your body still humming with the exhilaration of your training, you heard a slow, deliberate clap echoing through the quiet of the training grounds. Your heart pounded in your throat as you spun around, your eyes wide with surprise and a flicker of fear. There, standing in the shadows, was Tiberius. His eyes gleamed with something darker, more predatory. He continued to applaud, his claps measured and deliberate, a mocking applause that sent a shiver down your spine.<<if visited ("AR29") > 0>><<dialogue "Tiberius" "I remember you telling me on the very first day you stepped foot in this ludus that you wanted to become a gladiatrix. I see that your desire has not died down.">><<else>><<dialogue "Tiberius" "Bravo, Philtra. I had no idea you were so skilled with a rudis.">><</if>> Your cheeks flushed a deep crimson, the heat spreading across your face as you realized you had been caught. You stood there, your rudis still in hand, your body tense and ready, unsure of what to expect.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Master I... I was just practicing. I did not mean to disturb you.">> Tiberius does not seem to be happy about this. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "This ludus has its rules. No one is above the rules of this ludus. Only the tirones and doctores are permitted here. Both of you have violated this rule. You don't have a tongue, no name, and no one knows who you are or where you are from. I should have done this a while ago, let me make it up now. I hereby name you Stygos.">> The mute man kneels, accepting his new name. [[Tiberius continues|AR45]]

The training grounds fell silent as Tiberius dismissed the slave with a curt gesture, his eyes never leaving yours. The slave bowed his head and retreated, leaving you alone with your master, the weight of his gaze heavy on your shoulders. Tiberius stepped closer, his presence commanding and intense. You could feel the power radiating from him, a sense of authority. He reached out, his hand cupping your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Philtra, is this truly what you want? To become a gladiatrix?">>You held his gaze, your eyes steady and unflinching. You had never been more sure of anything in your life. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, master. It is my dream, my destiny. I want fame, glory, and the respect that comes with being a champion in the arena.">>Tiberius's expression softened, a flicker of something akin to admiration crossing his features. He released your chin, his hand dropping to his side, his eyes thoughtful. You could see the gears turning in his mind, the calculations, and the considerations.<<dialogue "Tiberius" "And what am I to gain from investing in your dream, Philtra? What is in it for me?">> [[Promise him your undying loyalty|AR46]] [[Entice him with the revenue you will bring as a gladiatrix|AR47]]

You stood before Tiberius, your eyes locked with his, your voice steady and sure as you made your promise. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Master, I vow to you, I will always be by your side, my loyalty and devotion will remain unwavering. I will do as you command, follow your lead, and bring you the glory and honor you deserve.">>Tiberius's eyes softened, a look of deep affection and trust crossing his features. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "But the training will be harsh, and I do not wish to see you toil in the grounds or be harmed in any way. I will do my utmost to protect you.">>You smiled, your eyes shining with feigned devotion and something else, something darker, more calculating. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am yours, body and soul. Forever and always.">>Tiberius enveloped you in a firm embrace, his arms encircling you as his body pressed against yours. You could sense his arousal against your thigh, a clear indication of his desire. In that moment, you understood that you had captured his heart; his love for you was unwavering, and his trust in you was profound. You could feel his phallus, already hard and ready, pressing against your thigh. You knew then that you had him, that his love for you was complete, his trust in you absolute. But even as you returned his embrace, your mind was racing, your plans already forming. You would use this trust, this love, this devotion, to your advantage. You would play the part of the loyal, devoted companion, the perfect gladiatrix, the ideal slave. And when the time was right, when the opportunity presented itself, you would seize your freedom, your independence, and your destiny. For the time being, you would exercise patience, perseverance, and strength. You would wait for the perfect moment, the perfect chance, and when it came, you would be ready. You would be free. And nothing, not even Tiberius's love, would stand in your way. [[Tiberius agrees|AR48]]

You stood before Tiberius, your mind racing as you formulated your argument, your voice steady and sure as you presented your case. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Master, consider this: gladiatrices are rare, a novelty in the arena. The crowds will flock to see a woman fight, to witness her skill, her strength, and her courage. And with that novelty comes increased revenue, increased prestige, and increased power.">>Tiberius listened, his eyes thoughtful, his expression unreadable. You could see the inner workings of his mind, the calculations, and the considerations. You pressed on, your voice filled with conviction and intelligence. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Moreover, as a woman, I will attract the attention of nobles, patrons, and admirers. They will seek to purchase me, to own me, to possess me. And with that, comes even more revenue, more influence, and more control.">>Tiberius's eyes widened, a look of realization and something else, something predatory, crossed his features. He leaned back, his fingers steepled, his eyes never leaving yours.<<dialogue "Tiberius" "You are right, Philtra. A gladiatrix is a rare commodity, a valuable asset. Your skills, beauty, and intelligence will make you highly sought after. I will gain much from this investment, much indeed.">>You nodded, a slow smile spreading across your face. But even as you celebrated your victory, a flicker of fear, of uncertainty, of doubt, crept into your mind.<<dialogue "Tiberius" "But know this, Philtra: as a woman, you will face challenges, dangers, and threats. And I will have to protect you, to defend you, to ensure your safety and your value.">>You swallowed hard, your throat dry, your mind racing. You had not considered this, had not anticipated this turn of events. But you pushed the fear aside, pushed the doubt away, and stood tall, your voice steady and sure. Tiberius smiled with a possessive glee. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Good, I am glad we understand each other.">>As you left Tiberius's presence, your mind was racing, your plans already forming. You would have to be careful, to be cautious, to be clever. You would have to navigate this new reality, this new dynamic, this new challenge. But you were ready. You were a gladiatrix, a warrior, a fighter. And you would not let anyone, not even Tiberius, stand in your way. [[Tiberius agrees|AR48]]

The weight of Tiberius's decision hung heavily in the air, a sense of anticipation and something else, something unreadable, in his gaze. You stood before him, your heart pounding in your chest, your mind racing with the implications of his choice. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "You will have your chance. Prepare yourself, for your training begins at dawn. I expect nothing but your best, your all. Do not disappoint me.">>You bowed your head, with gratitude coursing through your veins. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You will not be disappointed, master. I will train hard, fight hard, and bring you the glory and honor you deserve.">>As you turned to leave, your mind was already racing, your plans already forming. You had taken a step, a significant step, towards your end goal, your dream, your destiny. Freedom. You made your way back to the maid's quarters after spending many a night in Tiberius's chambers, your steps quick and sure, your body already aching for the rigors of training. You would need to be at your best, your strongest, and your most skilled. You would need to prove yourself, to earn your place, to claim your freedom. As you prepared for bed, your mind drifted to the future, to the life you envisioned, the life you craved. A life of freedom, of independence, of power. A life where you were not a slave, not a gladiatrix, not a plaything, but a warrior, a leader, a conqueror. You saw yourself leading an army, a force to be reckoned with, a might to be feared. You saw yourself serving Ares, the god of war, the patron of conquerors, the bringer of victory. You saw yourself on conquests, on campaigns, on crusades, in his name, for his glory. [[The next day|AR49]]

The sun rises, and so do you, your body refreshed and your mind already focused on the journey ahead. You dress quickly, your movements efficient and purposeful, and make your way to the throne room, where you know Basileos will be waiting. As you enter, you find Basileos already there working on some parchments. He looks up as you approach, his eyes filled with joy.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos, Good day! Now that my objective in the hieropolis (sanctuary city) of Eryx is done. I want to get started on my journey to the acropolis of Sardis and secure their alliance too, we will need their financial support to fund our armies. Can you please prepare the letter and provide me with a treasure chest just like we set up for Eryx?">><<dialogue "Basileos" "Good day! I knew you would need it, and I have already prepared the letter and the treasure chest. But before you set off, I must insist that you take some time to rest and recuperate. Your journey to Eryx was arduous, and you have only just returned. A few days of rest will do you good and ensure that you are in top condition for your next mission. Also the journey to Sardis is very long and hard. It might take you several days or even up to a full moon to even reach Sardis. You should be well rested before you begin.">>You step forward, your voice filled with urgency and resolve. <<dialogue "Philtra" "With all due respect, time is of the essence. We have only nine full moons until war is upon us, and every moment counts. I am ready to embark on this journey and secure the alliance with Lydia.">>Basileos shakes his head, his expression unyielding. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I have full confidence in your abilities to complete this task on time and maintain the peace in Olympia. But I also know the importance of self-care and the dangers of pushing oneself too hard. You need to breathe, to take some time, and to allow your body and mind to recover. These few days will not cause any major damage to our goal of peace.">>You hesitate, a flicker of reluctance in your eyes, but you see the sincerity and care in Basileos's gaze. You realize that his insistence on your rest is not just about the mission but about your well-being, and it touches you deeply.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Your concern for me is truly appreciated. I will take a couple of days to rest and recuperate, as you advise. I trust that my absence will not jeopardize our plans, and I will return with renewed strength and determination to complete my mission to clean up the court and remove the traitors here.">>Basileos nods, a warm smile spreading across his face. <<dialogue "Basileos" "That is all I ask. Your health and well-being are of utmost importance to me and to Olympia. Go, rest, and know that you have my full support and trust.">>As you leave the throne room, your steps are lighter, and your heart is filled with a sense of gratitude and affection for Basileos. You realize that his care for you is not just that of a king for a subject but of someone who truly values and appreciates you. You make your way back to your chambers, your mind already planning the best use of your rest days. You will train, meditate, and prepare yourself both physically and mentally for the journey to Sardis. [[Catchup with Myrrine|AP97]]

With a few days of rest ahead of you, you decide to catch up with Myrrine, ensuring that she is settling in well and feeling at home in the palace. You make your way to her chambers, your steps light and your spirit eager to reconnect. As you approach, you find Myrrine already dressed and ready, her eyes shining with curiosity and excitement. You knock gently on the door, and she opens it, a warm smile greeting you.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine, I just wanted to check in and see how you are settling in. Is everything to your liking? Do you need anything?">>Myrrine's smile widens, her voice filled with contentment. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Thank you, Philtra. Everything is perfect. The chamber is comfortable, and the servants have been most attentive. I have everything I need. I was just wondering when you will be traveling to Sardis.">>You take her hand, your touch gentle and reassuring. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I will be leaving in a couple of days. For now, let us take a walk through the palace. I want to introduce you to the guards and servants and ensure that you are well-acquainted and feel at home here.">>Myrrine nods, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "That sounds wonderful! Let's go.">>You begin your walk, starting with the grand halls and the bustling courtyards. You introduce Myrrine to the palace guards, their stern faces softening as they greet her with respect and warmth.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine, these are the guards who protect the palace and its inhabitants. Some of them are loyal to the king and, by extension, us, but some of them are loyal to the dowager queen Klytemnaestra. You must have noticed her and Lysara peering at us when we arrived yesterday. This is why I wanted to walk with you and let you know what you need to look out for. Once the alliance with Sardis is secured. I will turn my attention to them.">>You whispered the last few words to her out of anyone's earshot. The guards bow their heads, their voices filled with sincerity. <<dialogue "Guard" "Welcome, Lady Myrrine. We are honored to have you here and will do everything in our power to ensure your safety and comfort.">> [[Continue the walk with Myrrine|AP98]]

As you continue your journey, you stop by the kitchens, where the aroma of freshly baked bread and simmering stews fills the air. The servants greet you with smiles and curtsies, their eyes bright with curiosity as they meet Myrrine.<<dialogue "Philtra" "And these are the servants who keep the palace running smoothly. They are the heart of our home, and their dedication is unmatched.">>The servants bow and curtsy, their voices filled with warmth and welcome. <<dialogue "Servant" "Welcome, Lady Myrrine. We are delighted to have you with us and will do our best to make your stay as comfortable as possible.">>Myrrine returns their greetings with grace and kindness, her presence already bringing a sense of warmth and camaraderie to the palace.<<dialogue "Myrrine" "Thank you all for your kindness and hospitality. I am truly grateful to be here and look forward to getting to know each and every one of you.">>As you both walk away Myrrine asks,<<dialogue "Myrrine" "Is there any of Lysara's spies in the kitchedn too?">><<dialogue "Philtra" "Maybe.... But don't be worried. Lysara is not desperate enough to poison you or me... at least not yet. For now, we are safe from any assassination threats. This could change down the line. I believe, once we are closer to achieving our goal of stopping the upcoming war, that will inevitably infuriate Lysara and Klytemnaestra, maybe even enough to attempt assassination plots at that point. We just need to understand why they would want war to arrive at their door step, this would put their lives in danger too, unless someone has guaranteed them their safety in exchange for their traitorous sabotage. Anyway, that is a question that needs to be answered once the alliance is secured.">>As you walk through the lush gardens, the sun casting a golden glow over the blooming flowers and swaying trees, you take a moment to appreciate the beauty and tranquility of your surroundings. You turn to Myrrine, a soft smile on your lips.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine, I am glad you are here. Your presence brings a new energy to the palace. I feel like I can be at two places at the same time, with you acting as my other half.">>Myrrine places a hand on your arm.<<dialogue "Myrrine" "And I am honored to be here, Philtra. With you as my guide and my friend, I know that I am exactly where I am meant to be. Since you consider me to be your other half, does that mean I can tag along with you on the journey to Sardis? You know my skills will come in handy for you. Why go alone with the Praetorians when you can have me accompany you?">> <<if visited("AP91") < 1 and visited("AP63") > 0>> [[Agree to have Myrrine accompanying you|AP99]] [[Deny Myrrine's request|AP100]] <<else>> [[Deny Myrrine's request|AP100]] <</if>> <<if visited("AP91") < 1 and visited("AP63") > 0>> Dev note: Important decision <</if>>

You pause, considering her request, and a smile spreads across your face as you realize the potential benefits of having her with you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine, your company would be most welcome. Your skills and your keen understanding of court dynamics could indeed come in handy. I would love to have you by my side on this journey. Together, we can navigate the complexities of Lydia and secure the alliance we need. Having a princess with me will surely interest the king and command his utmost attention to my words. I was actually hoping you would make some headway into investigating the happenings of the palace and uncover Lysara's spy network, as I told you, that is the next step.">>Myrrine's face lights up with joy and gratitude. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Thank you, Philtra. I am honored by your trust in me and eager to contribute to our mission. As a princess, I was never allowed to experience the rest of the world and its wonders, I have waited for this opportunity for so long. Of course... The alliance is important too. And yes, I could stay back and work on profiling the court members, without you, I would have a hard time getting started with this anyway. If we start this investigation with you, I think we are more likely to be successful.">>You contemplate and tell her <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes... I guess you are right. The internal politics of Olympia can wait. One step at a time.">> You part ways with Myrrine, knowing you need to further prepare for the journey ahead. [[Go to your parent's chamber|AP101]]

You pause, considering her request, and a thoughtful expression crosses your face. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your offer is generous, and I appreciate your eagerness to contribute. However, I believe it is better for you to stay here and understand the current status of the court and its inhabitants. Your presence and influence will be crucial in maintaining the balance and harmony within Olympia while I am away.">>Myrrine nods, a flicker of understanding and acceptance masking the disappointment in her eyes. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I see your point. I will stay and ensure that the court runs smoothly in your absence. I will also take this opportunity to learn more about Olympia and its people so that I can better serve as a bridge between our kingdoms. It might be a long shot, but I can attempt to uncover Lysara's spy network too, if possible. I am not sure how far I can go on this front since I am too new here and this is a tough task as it is.">>You smile, your voice filled with confidence and reassurance. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Exactly! Your role here is vital, and I am confident that with your insights and diplomacy, you will be an invaluable asset to Olympia. I have full faith in your abilities and know that you will handle any challenges that arise with grace and wisdom. Yes, uncovering Lysara's web is pretty hard, but knowing least where to start will help us once I am back.">>Myrrine places a hand on your arm, her touch a silent promise of support and loyalty. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Thank you for your trust, Philtra. I will do my best to ensure that Olympia thrives in your absence. Safe travels, and may Aphrodite guide and protect you on your journey.">>You nod, a sense of purpose and determination settling over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Myrrine. Your support means more than words can express. I will return with the alliance we need, and together, we will get started on the next steps.">>You part ways with Myrrine, knowing you need to further prepare for the journey ahead. [[Go to your parent's chamber|AP101]]

As you make your way to your parents' chambers, the corridors of the palace are bathed in the soft, flickering light of oil lamps. The air is thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine, and the distant sound of a lyre plays a melancholic tune. Suddenly, a figure steps out from the shadows, blocking your path. It is Lysara, her eyes gleaming with malice.<<dialogue "Lysara" "Philtra, my dear, I have been waiting for you. I have some news that I think you will find... intriguing.">>You raise an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity and wariness in your eyes. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And what might that be, Lysara?">>Lysara steps closer, her voice a low, seductive purr. <<dialogue "Lysara" "I will be joining you on your journey to Sardis. Klytemnaestra has decided that it is in the best interest of Olympia for me to accompany you. She will ensure that Basileos agrees to this... arrangement.">>The news shocks you, a wave of disbelief and vulnerability washing over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What? That's preposterous. Basileos would never agree to such a thing without good reason.">>Lysara sees your reaction and seizes the moment, her hands reaching out to caress your arms, your shoulders, and your hips. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Basileos is a man, Philtra. And men can be... persuaded. Klytemnaestra knows how to play her cards, and she always gets what she wants. Just as I always get what I want.">>Your body betrays you, responding positively to her touches, your breath hitching as her fingers trace the curve of your waist. You try to push her away, but your movements are weak, your resolve crumbling under the onslaught of sensation. <<if visited("Lysara 27") > 0>> [[Don't stop Lysara|AP102]] <<else>> [[Don't stop Lysara|AP103]] [[Stop Lysara|AP104]] <</if>> <<if visited("Lysara 27") < 1>> dev note: important decision, make a save <</if>>

<<dialogue "Lysara" "What? You forgot about the fun we had in the bathhouse. I remember you confessing to me about how Mnemonides ravaged your arse. I know everything. I can out you to the king if I wanted to.">>As Lysara's hands explore your body, you find yourself surrendering to the sensation, your resistance melting away like wax under a flame. You lean into her touch, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she traces the curve of your hip, the swell of your breast, and the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh.<<if visited("AP48") > 0>><<dialogue "Lysara" "I know about your tryst with the Praetorians. I know everything.">>This shocks you. You know they both would not have told anyone about your time with them. How does she know everything? No way she had spies following you on that road, that is highly unlikely. <<dialogue "Philtra" "How did you...">>She interupts<<dialogue "Lysara" "Shhh... I have my tricks. Join me, I can teach you my ways.">>She pushes you against the wall, her body pressing against yours, the heat of her need palpable and intoxicating. You can feel her desire, the wetness of her arousal, and it stirs something primal within you, a hunger that matches her own.<</if>> Lysara's lips capture yours in a searing kiss, her tongue invading your mouth, exploring, conquering. You kiss her back with equal fervor, your hands tangling in her hair, pulling her closer, deeper. Her hands roam over your body, teasing, tantalizing, until they find the hem of your dress and begin to lift it, exposing your flesh to the cool air and the heat of her gaze. She pushes your dress up to your waist, her fingers tracing the edge of your undergarments before pushing them aside, exposing your most intimate place. You gasp as her fingers find your clit, rubbing and teasing, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. She smiles, a predatory, triumphant smile, and then she is on her knees before you, her tongue replacing her fingers, licking and sucking, exploring every fold and crevice. You cry out, your hips bucking as she brings you to the brink of ecstasy, her fingers thrusting into you, her tongue swirling around your clit, pushing you over the edge into a shattering orgasm. <<if $threadOfTheGoldenTongue>> [[Use your boon to capture Lysara's heart|AP105]] [[Dont use your boon and let Lysara go|AP106]] <<else>> [[Remove yourself from Lysara|AP106]] <</if>>

As Lysara's hands explore your body, you find yourself surrendering to the sensation, your resistance melting away like wax under a flame. You lean into her touch, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she traces the curve of your hip, the swell of your breast, and the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh.<<dialogue "Lysara" "I know everything. I know why you are here. Why you are attempting to stop this war. I have the upper hand here. I know what your wants and needs are, but not the other way around. I can stop you but you can't stop me.">> <<if visited("AP48") > 0>><<dialogue "Lysara" "I know about your tryst with the Praetorians. I know everything.">><</if>>This shocks you. You know they both would not have told anyone about your time with them. How does she know everything? No way she had spies following you on that road, that is highly unlikely. <<dialogue "Philtra" "How did you...">>She interupts<<dialogue "Lysara" "Shhh... I have my tricks. Join me, I can teach you my ways.">>She pushes you against the wall, her body pressing against yours, the heat of her need palpable and intoxicating. You can feel her desire, the wetness of her arousal, and it stirs something primal within you, a hunger that matches her own. Lysara's lips capture yours in a searing kiss, her tongue invading your mouth, exploring, conquering. You kiss her back with equal fervor, your hands tangling in her hair, pulling her closer, deeper. Her hands roam over your body, teasing, tantalizing, until they find the hem of your dress and begin to lift it, exposing your flesh to the cool air and the heat of her gaze. She pushes your dress up to your waist, her fingers tracing the edge of your undergarments before pushing them aside, exposing your most intimate place. You gasp as her fingers find your clit, rubbing and teasing, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. She smiles, a predatory, triumphant smile, and then she is on her knees before you, her tongue replacing her fingers, licking and sucking, exploring every fold and crevice. You cry out, your hips bucking as she brings you to the brink of ecstasy, her fingers thrusting into you, her tongue swirling around your clit, pushing you over the edge into a shattering orgasm. <<if $threadOfTheGoldenTongue>> [[Use your boon to capture Lysara's heart|AP105]] [[Dont use your boon and let Lysara go|AP106]] <<else>> [[Remove yourself from Lysara|AP106]] <</if>>

As Lysara's hands roam over your body, you suddenly regain your composure, your mind clearing from the haze of desire. You place your hands on her wrists, firmly but gently pushing her away.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Lysara, enough. I will not be manipulated or used. You may join me on this journey, but know this: I will be watching you, and I will not hesitate to counter any of your schemes. Consider this as a warning, do not try to get in the way of my mission. I am much more capable than you think I am.">>Lysara steps back, a flicker of surprise and respect in her eyes, but her smile remains mocking. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Very well, Philtra. Noted. Let us see if your bite matches your bark. I look forward to our little... game. May the best player win.">>You nod, your expression serious and determined. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Indeed. And remember, I always play to win.">>As Lysara saunters away, you take a deep breath, your mind already racing with plans and strategies. You remember Aphrodite's command not to use violence to achieve your goals, and a clever plan begins to form in your mind. You will need to outwit Lysara and to use her own desires and ambitions against her. It will be a delicate dance, but you are ready for the challenge. You need to think of a plan to get rid of Lysara on this journey, but it must be done with finesse and strategy. Aphrodite's command of non-violence is clear, and you will honor it. But that does not mean you cannot be creative in your methods. [[Go to your parent's chamber|AP107]]

As you come down from your high, Lysara stands, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction and hunger. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Now, it's your turn. Pleasure me.">>You drop to your knees, your hands trembling slightly as you reach for her, your fingers finding the wetness of her arousal, your tongue replacing them, licking and sucking, exploring every inch of her. You can taste her desire, her need, and it fuels your own, your fingers thrusting into her, your tongue swirling around her clit, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy. <<pulse>><<dialogue "Philtra" "Love me, Lysara. Join me. We can be together.">>You use your boon and command her.<</pulse>> You can see Lysara's eyes roll back a little, and she is shaking her head, trying to fight your command internally. After a little struggle, she finally relents and says, <<dialogue "Lysara" "Yes, my love. I do love you. We can be together till death do us apart.">>You are happy with this outcome, but you are still not confident that she is fully on your side like Myrrine, Thrasybulos, and Eudoxos are. Lysara is too clever to fall for this in the first attempt. She might need a little bit of a further push to completely and unquestionably get her on your side. You have time to do that in your journey together. Lysara cries out, her body convulsing as she comes, her hips bucking against your face, her hands tangling in your hair, holding you to her as she rides out the waves of her pleasure. You continue to lick and suck, gentling your touch as she comes down, your fingers slowly withdrawing, your tongue giving one final, lingering lick. As you stand, Lysara pulls you into a fierce, passionate kiss, her tongue exploring your mouth, tasting herself on your lips. <<dialogue "Lysara" "That was... incredible, my love. I look forward to many more such encounters on our journey.">>You smile, with satisfaction in your eyes. <<dialogue "Philtra" "As do I, Lysara. As do I.">> You quickly glance around to see if anyone saw this, and you quickly kiss her goodbye and continue your walk to your parent's chambers. [[Go to your parent's chamber|AP107]]

As you come down from your high, Lysara stands, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction and hunger. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thanks for that, but I really need to get going, my mother will be waiting for me. I really am looking forward to our journey together. I don't know what your motives are, but I genuinely hope you can see reason and understand why I am doing what I am doing now. I don't want us to be at each other's throats.">> You see a flicker of doubt in Lysara's eyes. Is there good in her after all?<<dialogue "Lysara" "I...">> She stumbles with her words. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Please go on. We have a lot of time in our journey to discuss this. Just know that I don't want us to be at each other's throats either. It is quite unfortunate that our goals are antithetical to each other, is all. We both can't be winners. One of us has to lose. I am just making sure that it is not me.">> You see that there is a genuine sorrow in her eyes. You ask her. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Then, help me understand. Why are you doing all this? Why not assist me? What do you get out of this war? I know you have Klytemnaestra eating out of the palm of your hand. But that does not mean you get to decide the fate of all of Olympia to achieve your sick needs.">> You can see her eyes turn from sorrow to anger, she responds<<dialogue "Lysara" "It's not.... Never mind. Speaking to you was a mistake. I was hoping you would understand me, but go on. Get to Medaea's chambers quickly.">> She quickly removes herself from this situation and leaves before you can say anything. You wonder if something that you said triggered her. She was about to deny your assumptions, so why would she be doing all this? you wonder. You hope you can get some answers in your journey with her. [[Go to your parent's chamber|AP107]]

You make your way to your parents' chambers, the corridors of the palace bathed in the soft, flickering light of oil lamps. As you approach, you find your mother, Medaea, waiting for you, her eyes filled with pride.<<dialogue "Medea" "Philtra, my dear. Come, sit with me. I have much to tell you before you embark on your journey.">>You sit beside her, your voice filled with determination and a touch of nervousness. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mother, I will be leaving for Sardis in a couple of days. I came to seek your advice and any insights you might have about the kingdom and its king.">>Medaea nods, her expression serious and thoughtful. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Sardis is an acropolis, Philtra, with a huge gold deposit surrounding it. King Mydos of Lydia resides in the royal palace there. He is known to be obsessed with gold and filled with greed. You must be careful, for his desire for wealth may cloud his judgment and make him unpredictable.">>You listen intently, your mind already formulating strategies and plans. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I will keep that in mind, Mother. Anything else I should know?">>Medaea stifles a laugh and leans in, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. <<dialogue "Medea" "There is a rumor, one that I have heard from travelers and merchants. They say that King Mydos has donkey ears, and he hides them with his turban. It is said that he is extremely self-conscious about this and will do anything to keep it a secret.">>You burst out laughing, the sound echoing through the chamber. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Donkey ears? Mother, that is absurd! How could anyone have donkey ears?">>Medaea shrugs, a simple smile playing on her lips. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I never met Mydos, so I cannot confirm the truth of it. But if you are able to figure it out, I would be most interested to know. Just... be discreet, my dear. We do not want to offend the king or his court.">>You nod, your laughter fading as you realize the gravity of your mission. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Of course, Mother. I will be cautious and discreet. Thank you for the insight. It will be invaluable on my journey.">>Medea places a hand on your shoulder, her touch a silent promise of support and love. <<dialogue "Medea" "You are welcome, my daughter. Remember, you carry the strength and wisdom of our family with you. Trust in yourself, and you will succeed.">>With a final, lingering glance at your mother, you make your way to King Basileos's chambers. [[Go to your Basileos's chamber|AP108]]

As you make your way to King Basileos's chambers late in the night, the palace is shrouded in a cloak of silence, broken only by the distant hoot of an owl and the soft rustle of leaves in the garden. You pass by the dowager queen's chambers, and as you do, you hear a soft, muffled voice emanating from within. Curiosity piqued, you quietly open the door, your movements silent and stealthy. Inside, you find Klytemnaestra standing before a small, fist-sized orb of polished obsidian, veined with gold. It is a Discordant Apple, a relic of immense power and mystery. Klytemnaestra is nodding, her expression intense and focused, as if she is engaged in a deep conversation. You strain to hear, but the distance and the apple's soft, ethereal voice make it impossible to discern any words. A chill runs down your spine as you realize the implications of what you are witnessing. Aphrodite's warning about other gods being involved in a bigger scheme and Zeus's mysterious absence from action echoes in your mind. Could Klytemnaestra be communicating with Ares directly or one of his minions? The thought sends a shiver of fear and determination through you. Suddenly, Klytemnaestra pauses, her head turning slightly as if she senses your presence. You hold your breath, your heart pounding in your chest, and then, with a swift and silent movement, you duck into the shadow of the night, disappearing from view just as Klytemnaestra looks back, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. You continue on your path, your mind racing with the implications of what you have seen. The Discordant Apple, Klytemnaestra's secret communications, and the looming war all intertwine in a web of intrigue and danger. You know that you must be cautious, that you must tread carefully in the days to come, for the stakes are higher than ever, and the forces at play are beyond your comprehension. [[Go to your Basileos's chamber|AP109]]

You enter King Basileos's chambers, the room bathed in the soft, warm glow of oil lamps. Basileos is preparing himself for bed, his movements slow and deliberate as he loosens the ties of his robe. He looks up as you enter, a flicker of surprise and concern in his eyes.<<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, what brings you to my chambers at this late hour? Is everything alright?">>You step forward, your voice filled with purpose and a touch of urgency. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos, I came to discuss a matter of great importance. I want to give King Mydos of Lydia a proper gift to get in his good graces, something golden that would intrigue a greedy person. I believe it could be the key to securing our alliance.">>Basileos nods, his expression thoughtful as he scratches his chin, deep in contemplation. After a moment, his eyes light up with an idea, and a smile spreads across his face.<<dialogue "Basileos" "I have it, Philtra! We can give Mydos a golden lyre. It fits his obsession with gold, and as a lyre, the soothing tunes will calm the king and perhaps even sway his mood in our favor.">>You consider his suggestion, a slow smile spreading across your own face as you realize the brilliance of his plan. <<dialogue "Philtra" "That is a wonderful idea, Basileos. A golden lyre is both a tribute to his greed and a symbol of peace and harmony. It is perfect.">>Basileos chuckles, a sound that is both amused and self-deprecating. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Well, it is the best I could come up with on such short notice. But I believe it will serve our purpose well.">>You place a hand on his arm <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Basileos. I will make sure that King Mydos receives the lyre with the utmost respect and gratitude.">>Basileos nods, his expression turning serious and determined. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I will have the lyre retrieved from the treasury and ready for you when you begin your journey. May the gods guide and protect you. Return to us with the alliance we need, and know that you have my full support and trust.">> [[Discuss Lysara|AP110]]

As you prepare to leave Basileos's chambers, you turn back to him, your expression serious and determined. <<dialogue "Philtra" "There is one more thing. Lysara confronted me and informed me that she will be joining me on my journey to Sardis. Is there any way you can stop this? You know that you can't trust Lysara, She knows I will secure the alliance and is planning to sabotage it.">>Basileos hangs his head, a look of shame and resignation on his face. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I hoped we would not have this conversation, at least not today. My mother was quite forceful about her decision, and I fear there is nothing I can do to stop it. I am sorry. I wish I could fulfill your desire, but my hands are tied on this matter.">>You consider telling him about the Discordant Apple, about Klytemnaestra's secret communications, but you hesitate. You know that Basileos still loves his mother, that blood is thicker than water, and you do not want to risk driving a wedge between you and him. So, with a heavy heart, you accept his decision. <<if visited("AP99") > 0>> <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand. I will manage with or without Lysara. I will have Myrrine, Thrasybulos, and Eudoxos with me too. Your support means more to me than words can express.">> <<else>> <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand. I will manage with or without Lysara. I will have Thrasybulos and Eudoxos with me too. Your support means more to me than words can express.">> <</if>> As you turn to leave, Basileos calls out to you, his voice filled with an unspoken emotion. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, wait.">>You pause, looking back at him, a question in your eyes. He opens his mouth as if to say something but then catches himself, his expression turning to one of apology and regret.<<dialogue "Basileos" "I am so sorry. I wish I could do more. Please, take care of yourself on your journey, and know that you have my full support, even if it may not seem like it.">>You nod, a small, understanding smile on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It is alright, Basileos. I can manage. And I will return with the alliance we need. Thank you for everything.">>As you leave his chambers, you can feel the weight of his unspoken words, the hint of love and longing in his eyes. It is a burden you carry with you, a secret you keep close to your heart, but one that also gives you strength and determination. You make your way back to your chambers, the palace silent and still around you. As you lie down to sleep, your mind is filled with a lot of questions about Lysara and Klytemnaestra's discordant apple. Who is helping whom? What do they get out of this war?. You don't have the answers yet, and you are determined to solve this puzzle. [[The next day|AP111]]

You make your way to the training field, the sun beating down on your back as you approach the bustling scene. Your father, Peregrine, is in the midst of drilling the men, his voice commanding and authoritative as he directs their formations. In the background, an aulete plays the aulos, the dual-piped flute-type instrument, its haunting melody synchronizing the steps of the phalanx. As you wait for Peregrine to notice you, a young soldier approaches, his steps light and his eyes sparkling with curiosity. He extends a hand in greeting, a friendly smile on his face. <<if visited("Peregrine 12") > 0>> <<dialogue "Theseus" "Greetings, been a long time since you came here. Fancy another round of training?">>You return his smile, your voice warm and welcoming. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Theseus! Greetings, No training for me, at least not today. Im resting before I embark on my journey to the acropolis of Sardis.">> <<else>> <<dialogue "Theseus" "Greetings, I am Theseus. And you must be Philtra, Peregrine's daughter?">>You return his smile, your voice a bit confused but still warm and welcoming. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Ah... yes. I am Philtra. It is a pleasure to meet you, Theseus.">> <</if>> Theseus leans in, a mischievous glint in his eye. <<dialogue "Theseus" "I heard a rumor that you will be married to King Basileos soon. Is that true?">>You blush at his words, a flush spreading across your cheeks as you quickly deny the rumor. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Oh, no, Theseus. That is just a rumor. I am merely a courtesan and his attendant, nothing more.">>Theseus laughs, a sound that is both amused and self-deprecating. <<dialogue "Theseus" "I know, I know. I was just joking. You have quite the reputation, Philtra. I can see why the rumors fly.">>You study him for a moment, noticing something strange and almost ethereal about his presence. It is as if he carries with him the weight of a grand destiny, a future yet to be written but already hinted at in his eyes.<<dialogue "Theseus" "Have you ever been to Athens?">>Theseus shakes his head, a wistful expression on his face. <<dialogue "Philtra" "No, I have not. I have heard some grand stories from that land though. Why ask about Athens? What is happening there?">> <<dialogue "Theseus" "Nothing much, at least not yet until I get there. I was actually born there, and fate has brought me to Olympia. I am asking about Athens to you because I am very excited, for I will be leaving for Athens soon. I have some business to take care of there.">>You wish him well on his journey, your voice filled with genuine warmth and support. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I wish you the best of luck on your mission, Theseus. May the gods guide and protect you.">>Theseus returns your well-wishes, his eyes shining with determination and anticipation. <<dialogue "Theseus" "And to you. May the fates keep you safe.">>With a final nod, you part ways, your encounter with Theseus leaving you with a sense of intrigue and wonder. There is something about him, a spark of greatness that you cannot quite put your finger on, but you know that you will remember this meeting, and perhaps, one day, your paths will cross again. As Theseus walks away, you turn your attention back to the training field, where Peregrine is making his way towards you. You brace yourself for the conversation ahead, knowing that your father's wisdom and guidance will be invaluable as you prepare for your journey to Sardis. [[The next day|AP112]]

As Peregrine reaches you and you tell him<<dialogue "Philtra" "Father, I am leaving for Sardis tomorrow. I came to seek your blessings and any final advice you might have for me.">>Peregrine places a hand on your shoulder, his touch firm and supportive. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Philtra, my daughter, you carry the strength and wisdom of our family with you. I have spoken with Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, and they are good men. They will protect you on your journey and ensure your safe passage.">>You nod, a sense of relief and gratitude washing over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Father. Your confidence in them gives me great comfort. I will do my best to honor your trust and the mission ahead.">>Peregrine smiles, his eyes shining with pride. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "I have no doubt that you will succeed. You have always been destined for greatness, and this journey is but another step in your path. May the gods guide and protect you, and may you return to us with the alliance we need.">>With your father's blessings and support, you make your way to the south side of the polis, drawn to the tranquil beauty of the riverbank. You cross the bridge, the rocky roads hard under your feet, and stand at the railing, gazing out at the sprawling view of Olympia. The sun dips low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the landscape, painting the clouds in hues of orange and pink. The river flows gently, its waters shimmering and inviting, and you take a moment to appreciate the serenity and beauty of your homeland. A sense of nostalgia and longing washes over you as you realize that this may be one of the last times you see Olympia for a while. The thought fills you with a sense of melancholy, a bittersweet awareness of the adventures and challenges that lie ahead. You take a deep breath, the cool evening air filling your lungs, and you make a silent vow to yourself and to Olympia. You will do everything in your power to secure the alliance with Lydia, to ensure the peace and prosperity of your kingdom, and to return home with honor and success. <<if visited("Thysa Lyssa 25") > 0>> [[Go to the Thievesguild|AP113]] <<else>> [[A woman approaches you|AP114]] <</if>>

A sense of familiarity and intrigue washes over you. You remember the thieves guild and the enigmatic sisters, Thysa and Lyssa, who have been a part of your plan in removing Mnemonides from his position. You approach the hidden entrance below the stone bridge. With a determined stride, you make your way into the guildhall, the dimly lit corridors leading you to the heart of their domain. Inside, you find Thysa and Lyssa curating some statues of Hermes, their movements precise and reverent. You pause, a flicker of curiosity and suspicion in your eyes. Aphrodite's warning echoes in your mind, reminding you that most of the gods have made their way to the mortal realm to choose their champions. Could Thysa and Lyssa be aligned with Hermes? The thought sends a shiver of anticipation through you, for if they are, their interests would surely align with yours, and Hermes would never align himself with a warmonger like Ares. Thysa and Lyssa notice your presence, their eyes lighting up with recognition and warmth. They approach you, their steps light and their smiles genuine.<<dialogue "Thysa" "Philtra, what a pleasant surprise! We were just talking about you and your upcoming journey to Sardis.">>You raise an eyebrow, with skepticism in your expression. Their knowledge of your mission strengthens your suspicion that they know more than they let on. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It seems you already know about my mission. How is that?">>Lyssa chuckles, a sound that is both mysterious and alluring. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "Our guild has its ways, Philtra. We have eyes and ears everywhere, and news travels fast, especially when it involves someone as important as you.">>You consider their words, a cautious agreement forming in your mind. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I see. Well, I am here to seek your help, Lyssa. I need your expertise and your network to ensure the success of my mission. I will have some important work for you once I am back from Sardis.">>Lyssa nods, her expression turning serious and determined. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "Of course, Philtra. We are here to help. But first, there is something we need from you. We want you to rob the kingdom of some gold on your way back.">>You hesitate, a flicker of reluctance in your eyes. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Lyssa, I am going there to secure an alliance, not to rob them. I cannot risk jeopardizing our diplomatic efforts for a heist.">>Thysa steps forward, her voice filled with understanding and compromise. <<dialogue "Thysa" "We understand, Philtra. How about this: if you can legally acquire some gold for us, we will be more than satisfied. We are flexible, and we know the value of diplomacy.">>You nod, a sense of relief and agreement washing over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "That is a fair compromise, Thysa. I will do my best to secure some gold for you legally. And in return, I will need your help once I am back from Sardis. There are challenges ahead, and I know that with your expertise, we can overcome them.">>Both sisters smile, their eyes shining with anticipation and support. <<dialogue "Thysa" "You have our word. We will be here, ready to assist you in any way we can.">><<dialogue "Lyssa" "And may the gods guide and protect you on your journey, Philtra. Safe travels, and remember, we are always here, in the shadows, ready to lend a hand when you need it most.">> You stay with them for a while and catch up about how you ended up in the palace without revealing anything about Aphrodite. After some time, you say your goodbyes to them and start to leave. With a final, lingering glance at the statues of Hermes and the enigmatic sisters, you make your way back to the palace. The thieves guild, with their vast network and mysterious ways, could indeed be a valuable ally in the days to come. [[Make you way back to the palace|AP115]]

As you stand on the bridge, taking in the serene beauty of the river and the setting sun, a woman approaches you with a bubbly, joyful demeanor. <<dialogue "Thysa" "A beautiful view, isn't it?">> You look at her with a puzzled look. She extends a hand in greeting, her eyes sparkling with mischief and warmth. <<dialogue "Thysa" "I am Thysa. A pleasure to finally meet you.">>You return her smile, your voice filled with curiosity and a touch of caution. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am Philtra. It is a pleasure to meet you, Thysa.">>Thysa follows your gaze as you notice a woman standing a bit farther away, her expression grumpy and disinterested. Thysa chuckles, a sound that is both amused and affectionate.<<dialogue "Thysa" "Oh, that is my twin sister, Lyssa. She can be a bit... gruff at times, but she has a heart of gold.">>You nod, a flicker of intrigue in your eyes as you take in the dynamic between the two sisters. Thysa turns back to you, her expression turning serious and thoughtful.<<dialogue "Thysa" "I wish you good luck on your journey to Sardis. May the gods guide and protect you.">>You are taken aback by her words, a shock of surprise coursing through you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "How do you know about my mission?">>Thysa laughs, a sound that is both mysterious and alluring. <<dialogue "Thysa" "Our guild knows everything that happens in the palace. We have eyes and ears everywhere, and news travels fast.">>You raise an eyebrow, with skepticism in your expression. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And what guild might that be?">>Thysa points to the entrance hidden below the stone bridge you are currently standing on, a secretive smile playing on her lips. <<dialogue "Thysa" "We are the thieves guild, Philtra. And you are always welcome to visit us, should you ever find yourself in need of our... services.">>You are taken aback by their straightforwardness, a sense of unease and intrigue washing over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Why are you revealing all this to me? What are you planning? You know that if I let the king know that there is a secret thieves guild, the guild will cease to exist from that moment forward? ">>Thysa steps closer, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. <<dialogue "Thysa" "Whoa! Slow down. There is no need to get hostile with me. Soon, you will need our help. I am just skipping the part where you struggle to locate and contact us, when you truly need us. We are part of the same team, you and I, and we can help each other, even if it takes time for you to realize that.">> Are they acting on behalf of any gods? You look around and see some broken statues of Hermes. You know Hermes might align himself with Aphrodite, but is that a safe assumption? Or will Thysa and Lyssa deceive you? you wonder. You consider her words, a cautious agreement forming in your mind.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Very well, Thysa. I will keep your offer in mind, and I will meet you once I return from Sardis. Until then, may the gods watch over you and your guild.">>Thysa nods, a final, enigmatic smile on her lips. <<dialogue "Thysa" "And may they watch over you. Safe travels, and remember, we are always here, in the shadows, ready to lend a hand when you need it most.">> You see a slight hint of a smile in Lyssa's lips as she turns around. As Thysa and Lyssa disappear into the hidden entrance below the bridge, you are left with a sense of wonder and anticipation. The thieves guild, with their vast network and mysterious ways, could indeed be a valuable ally in the days to come. With a final, lingering glance at the setting sun and the tranquil river, you make your way back to the palace, your mind racing with the implications of your newfound connection and the adventures that lie ahead. [[Make you way back to the palace|AP115]]

The next morning, the chirping of the birds wakes you up. You quickly get up and get dressed, knowing today's journey will bring you one more step closer to the completion of the mission given to you by Aphrodite. As you make your way to the courtyard, you find a small gathering of well-wishers waiting to send you off. <<if visited("AP104") > 0>> Lysara stands with a smug satisfaction and barely concealed malice, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. She seems to be searching for Klytemnaestra, who is nowhere to be found. <<else>> Lysara stands with self-doubt and inner conflict, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. She seems to be searching for Klytemnaestra, who is nowhere to be found. <</if>> Myrrine is there, her expression a blend of excitement and nervousness, her presence a comforting constant amidst the uncertainty. Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, your trusted guards, stand ready, their postures straight and their eyes alert, a silent promise of protection and loyalty. Medaea, your mother, is there, her eyes filled with pride and concern, a silent strength that you draw from. And Basileos, the king, stands with a stamped letter and a golden lyre in his hands, his expression of support. You approach Basileos, your voice filled with gratitude and determination. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos, thank you for the letter and the lyre. I will ensure that this reaches King Mydos safely.">>Basileos hands you the items, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, may the gods guide and protect you on your journey. Return to us with the news of success, and know that you have my full support and trust.">>You nod, a sense of purpose and resolve settling over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I will not let you down. I will do everything in my power to secure the alliance and ensure the peace and prosperity of Olympia.">>You turn to the others, your voice filled with warmth and appreciation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you all for your support and well-wishes. Your presence here means more to me than words can express.">> Medaea places a hand on your shoulder, her touch a silent blessing and a promise of strength. <<dialogue "Medaea" "My daughter, you carry the heart of Olympia with you. Go forth with courage and wisdom, and may Aphrodite smile upon your endeavors.">> With a final, lingering glance at your loved ones, you turn to check your preparations, ensuring that you have all the rations and supplies you will need for the journey. Your pack is heavy with the weight of responsibility and the promise of adventure, but you are ready, your spirit unyielding and your heart filled with determination. <<if visited("AP99") > 0 and visited("AP104") < 1>> [[Begin the journey with your companions Lysara and Myrrine|AP116]] <<elseif visited("AP99") > 0 and visited("AP104") > 0>> [[Begin the journey with your rival Lysara and companion Myrrine|AP117]] <<elseif visited("AP99") < 1 and visited("AP104") > 0>> [[Begin the journey with your rival Lysara|AP118]] <<elseif visited("AP99") < 1 and visited("AP104") < 1>> [[Begin the journey with your companion Lysara|AP119]] <</if>>

You climb into the carriage, the leather seats creaking softly beneath your weight. Myrrine and Lysara join you, their presence a mix of comfort and tension. Myrrine sits beside you, her eyes filled with excitement and a touch of nervousness, while Lysara takes the seat opposite, her gaze intense and curious. As Thrasybulos and Eudoxos take their positions at the front, their strong hands gripping the reins of the two powerful horses, you feel a sense of security and anticipation. The journey is about to begin, and with it, a new chapter in your mission. The carriage lurches forward, the wheels rumbling over the cobblestone path as you leave the palace behind. You take a deep breath, the cool morning air filling your lungs, and you turn to your companions, a small smile playing on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Well, it seems we are all in for an adventure. I am glad to have such capable and... interesting companions by my side.">> Myrrine returns your smile, her voice filled with warmth and support. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "And I am honored to be a part of this journey. Thank you for allowing me to tag along.">>Lysara leans back, her eyes gleaming with admiration. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Indeed, Philtra. It is not often that one gets to travel with such a fascinating and... alluring figure. I must say, I am looking forward to seeing how this plays out.">> You raise an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity and caution in your expression. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes Lysara, We will have a lot to discuss and we have a lot of time to do that.">> Lysara chuckles, a sound that is both mysterious and alluring. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Sure, we do.">> As the carriage rolls on, the landscape changing from the familiar streets of Olympia to the open road, you turn your attention to Thrasybulos and Eudoxos. They ride at the front, their postures straight and their eyes alert, a silent promise of protection and loyalty. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thrasybulos, Eudoxos, how are you faring up there? The road ahead is long, and I want to ensure that you are well-prepared for it.">>Thrasybulos turns to you, his voice filled with confidence and determination. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Philtra, we are ready for whatever comes our way. Eudoxos and I have trained for this, and we will not let you down. Happy to travel with you again.">>You smile, a sense of gratitude and camaraderie filling your heart. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, both of you. And sorry for bringing you both on the journey so soon after the previous one, This mission is time sensitive.">>Eudoxos shakes his head, his eyes scanning the horizon with a keen, watchful gaze. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "Not at all. We will always be ready as and when you need us. We both enjoyed the last journey, no doubt we will enjoy this one too.">>As the carriage continues its journey, the sun rising higher in the sky, you take a moment to appreciate the beauty of the landscape and the strength of the bonds you share with your companions. [[Continue the journey|AP120]]

You climb into the carriage, the leather seats creaking softly beneath your weight. Myrrine joins you, her presence providing a sense of comfort. Myrrine sits beside you, her eyes filled with excitement and a touch of nervousness. Lysara's presence brings you a bit of uneasiness and distrust. Lysara takes the seat opposite, her gaze intense and curious. As Thrasybulos and Eudoxos take their positions at the front, their strong hands gripping the reins of the two powerful horses, you feel a sense of security and anticipation. The journey is about to begin, and with it, a new chapter in your mission. The carriage lurches forward, the wheels rumbling over the cobblestone path as you leave the palace behind. You take a deep breath, the cool morning air filling your lungs, and you turn to your companions, a small smile playing on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Well, it seems we are all in for an adventure. I am glad to have such capable and... interesting companions by my side.">> Myrrine returns your smile, her voice filled with warmth and support. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "And I am honored to be a part of this journey. Thank you for allowing me to tag along.">>Lysara leans back, her eyes gleaming with malice and smug satisfaction. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Indeed, Philtra. It is not often that one gets to travel with such a fascinating and... alluring figure. I must say, I am looking forward to seeing how this plays out.">> You understand the underlying intentions behind those words. As the carriage rolls on, the landscape changing from the familiar streets of Olympia to the open road, you turn your attention to Thrasybulos and Eudoxos. They ride at the front, their postures straight and their eyes alert, a silent promise of protection and loyalty. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thrasybulos, Eudoxos, how are you faring up there? The road ahead is long, and I want to ensure that you are well-prepared for it.">>Thrasybulos turns to you, his voice filled with confidence and determination. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Philtra, we are ready for whatever comes our way. Eudoxos and I have trained for this, and we will not let you down. Happy to travel with you again.">>You smile, a sense of gratitude and camaraderie filling your heart. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, both of you. And sorry for bringing you both on the journey so soon after the previous one, This mission is time sensitive.">>Eudoxos shakes his head, his eyes scanning the horizon with a keen, watchful gaze. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "Not at all. We will always be ready as and when you need us. We both enjoyed the last journey, no doubt we will enjoy this one too.">>As the carriage continues its journey, the sun rising higher in the sky, you take a moment to appreciate the beauty of the landscape and the strength of the bonds you share with your companions. [[Continue the journey|AP183]]

You climb into the carriage, the leather seats creaking softly beneath your weight. Lysara joins you, her presence creating a tension. She takes the seat opposite, her gaze intense and curious. As Thrasybulos and Eudoxos take their positions at the front, their strong hands gripping the reins of the two powerful horses, you feel a sense of security and anticipation. The journey is about to begin, and with it, a new chapter in your mission. The carriage lurches forward, the wheels rumbling over the cobblestone path as you leave the palace behind. You take a deep breath, the cool morning air filling your lungs, and you turn to your companions, a small smile playing on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Well, it seems we are all in for an adventure. I am glad to have such capable and... interesting companions by my side.">> Lysara leans back, her eyes gleaming with admiration. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Indeed, Philtra. It is not often that one gets to travel with such a fascinating and... alluring figure. I must say, I am looking forward to seeing how this plays out.">> You raise an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity and caution in your expression. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes Lysara, We will have a lot to discuss and we have a lot of time to do that.">> Lysara chuckles, a sound that is both mysterious and alluring. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Sure, we do.">> As the carriage rolls on, the landscape changing from the familiar streets of Olympia to the open road, you turn your attention to Thrasybulos and Eudoxos. They ride at the front, their postures straight and their eyes alert, a silent promise of protection and loyalty. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thrasybulos, Eudoxos, how are you faring up there? The road ahead is long, and I want to ensure that you are well-prepared for it.">>Thrasybulos turns to you, his voice filled with confidence and determination. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Philtra, we are ready for whatever comes our way. Eudoxos and I have trained for this, and we will not let you down. Happy to travel with you again.">>You smile, a sense of gratitude and camaraderie filling your heart. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, both of you. And sorry for bringing you both on the journey so soon after the previous one, This mission is time sensitive.">>Eudoxos shakes his head, his eyes scanning the horizon with a keen, watchful gaze. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "Not at all. We will always be ready as and when you need us. We both enjoyed the last journey, no doubt we will enjoy this one too.">>As the carriage continues its journey, the sun rising higher in the sky, you take a moment to appreciate the beauty of the landscape and the strength of the bonds you share with your companions. [[Continue the journey|AP187]]

You climb into the carriage, the leather seats creaking softly beneath your weight. Lysara's presence brings you a bit of uneasiness and distrust. Lysara takes the seat opposite, her gaze intense and curious. As Thrasybulos and Eudoxos take their positions at the front, their strong hands gripping the reins of the two powerful horses, you feel a sense of security and anticipation. The journey is about to begin, and with it, a new chapter in your mission. The carriage lurches forward, the wheels rumbling over the cobblestone path as you leave the palace behind. You take a deep breath, the cool morning air filling your lungs, and you turn to your companions, a small smile playing on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Well, it seems we are all in for an adventure. I am glad to have such capable and... interesting companions by my side.">> Lysara leans back, her eyes gleaming with a blend of malice and smug satisfaction. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Indeed, Philtra. It is not often that one gets to travel with such a fascinating and... alluring figure. I must say, I am looking forward to seeing how this plays out.">> You understand the underlying intentions behind those words. As the carriage rolls on, the landscape changing from the familiar streets of Olympia to the open road, you turn your attention to Thrasybulos and Eudoxos. They ride at the front, their postures straight and their eyes alert, a silent promise of protection and loyalty. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thrasybulos, Eudoxos, how are you faring up there? The road ahead is long, and I want to ensure that you are well-prepared for it.">>Thrasybulos turns to you, his voice filled with confidence and determination. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Philtra, we are ready for whatever comes our way. Eudoxos and I have trained for this, and we will not let you down. Happy to travel with you again.">>You smile, a sense of gratitude and camaraderie filling your heart. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, both of you. And sorry for bringing you both on the journey so soon after the previous one, This mission is time sensitive.">>Eudoxos shakes his head, his eyes scanning the horizon with a keen, watchful gaze. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "Not at all. We will always be ready as and when you need us. We both enjoyed the last journey, no doubt we will enjoy this one too.">>As the carriage continues its journey, the sun rising higher in the sky, you take a moment to appreciate the beauty of the landscape and the strength of the bonds you share with your companions. [[Continue the journey|AP195]]

The days blur into a tapestry of shared experiences and growing camaraderie as your party makes its way towards Sardis. The carriage rumbles over uneven paths, and the horses' hooves kick up dust, creating a cloud that settles over the landscape like a veil of mystery. Each stop to rest the horses becomes an opportunity for conversation, for stories to be shared, and for bonds to deepen. Myrrine, ever the princess, takes it upon herself to keep the mood light and the conversations flowing. She regales the group with tales of her travels, her voice painting vivid pictures of the lands near Eryx and its exotic cultures. Lysara, initially reserved, finds herself drawn into the stories, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and a hint of admiration for Myrrine's adventurous spirit.<<dialogue "Myrrine" "And then, there was this one time when I met a minstrel from Crete who could play the lyre like the gods themselves. His music was said to soothe even the wildest of beasts.">>Lysara leans in, her interest piqued. <<dialogue "Lysara" "That sounds fascinating, Myrrine. Honestly, I wish I was born a princess and could afford to have these experiences too.">> You observed that interaction, Lysara's words carried a ting of jealousy in them. Is this why she runs behind the dowager queen? so that she can feel like a pseudo princess. You realize that beneath Lysara's sharp tongue and calculating gaze, there is a depth of character that she had not fully appreciated. As the days pass, you find yourself opening up to Lysara, sharing stories of your own childhood experiences. Lysara nods, her expression thoughtful. <<dialogue "Lysara" "I don't miss my childhood. Good riddance, I am looking forward to what is ahead.">>Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, ever vigilant, take turns riding at the front, their eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of danger. During one of their rest stops, Thrasybulos approaches you, his voice low and concerned. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Philtra, I have been observing Lysara. There is something about her that I cannot quite place. I trust your judgment, but I want to ensure that we are all safe on this journey.">> You place a hand on his arm, your touch a silent reassurance. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos, I appreciate your concern. Lysara is... complex. But I believe that her presence, while enigmatic, is not a threat to our mission. I will keep a close eye on her.">>Eudoxos, overhearing the conversation, adds his own thoughts. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "I agree with Philtra. Lysara's loyalty to the dowager queen is unquestionable, but her motives are her own. As long as she does not jeopardize our mission, we should focus on our goal.">> [[Continue the journey|AP121]]

As the journey continues, the landscape changes from lush forests to arid plains, and the party crosses through several settlements. Each stop becomes an opportunity to restock supplies and gather information about the road ahead. In one such settlement, you take the chance to ask Lysara in seclusion about her allegiance to the dowager queen.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Lysara, I have been wondering... why do you follow the dowager queen so fervently? You must know that her actions could bring ruin to Olympia.">> Lysara's expression darkens, a flicker of inner conflict passing over her features. She hesitates, her voice barely above a whisper. <<if visited("AP120") > 0>><<dialogue "Lysara" "It is... complicated. You would never understand even if I tried to explain. The dowager queen has her reasons, and I have mine. I cannot fully explain it, but know that my loyalty is not blind. She knows everything, she knows all about me and you and everyone else. I can't afford to deny her requests. I see the potential for greatness in Olympia, and I do not want to see it go to waste.">> <<else>> <<dialogue "Lysara" "It is... complicated. You would never understand even if I tried to explain. She knows everything. There is no winning against her. So, obviously, I joined her. I mean... so should you.">><</if>>You study her, with doubt and caution in your eyes. "She knows everything." This sticks in your head. You think back to the time when you overheard the discordant apple talking to the dowager queen. Is that artefact a god, and is that why she knows everything, and she passes on some of those details to Lysara, you wonder? This would mean that Lysara is also being blackmailed, she must have done something that she can't afford for that information to go out and is thus under the dowager queen's thumb. You think and respond. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand. I do not want to press you for answers, but know that I am here if you ever need someone to talk to. Your secrets are safe with me. There is good in you, you don't need to fear the dowager queen. I can protect you from her. Trust me.">> Lysara nods, a hint of gratitude in her expression. <<if visited("AP120") > 0>><<dialogue "Lysara" "Thank you. Your understanding means more to me than you know. I appreciate the thought, but I don't think your assumptions are accurate. I don't fear Klytemnaestra herself, but... never mind. We can discuss it later. We should focus on the road ahead.">> <<else>> <<dialogue "Lysara" "Well... never mind. We should really focus on the road ahead.">><</if>>Her hesitation could mean only one thing: a god must be involved in this plot, but whom? Ares is a warmonger, not known for these kinds of underhanded tactics. Then, who else could it be? Aphrodite did say Ares is gathering allies, and some gods chose not to join him or oppose him and abstained from his path. It really could be anyone. [[Continue the journey|AP122]]

The journey continues for multiple days. Everyone except Myrrine seems to be needing a good night's rest. Myrrine still looks just as energetic as when she hopped onto the carriage. You look out through the carriage. The sight gives you some energy: the river Pactolus. The water shimmers under the sun, its surface reflecting the changing colors of the sky as the day gives way to night. This means you are really close to Sardis. It should not be long now. You slowly doze off to sleep with that relief. The acropolis of Sardis looms on the horizon, a majestic sight that fills the travelers with awe.<<dialogue "Myrrine" "Look, there it is! The acropolis of Sardis. We have finally reached our destination.">>You take a deep breath, your eyes fixed on the distant towers and walls. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, we have! Finally... how long have we been on the road?">> Thrasybulos and Eudoxos nod in agreement, their voices filled with determination and loyalty. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "The horses need a long rest and... so do we all.">> Eudoxos chuckles and says, <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "Please take much more time in the negotiations this time around, Philtra. We will not be ready to go back to Olympia right away.">> Lysara seems to be fast asleep, not realizing that we have arrived. You choose not to disturb her now and wake her up once you reach the royal palace of Sardis. [[Enter the acropolis|AP123]]

The carriage rolls to a halt as the guard at the entrance of the acropolis steps forward, his posture rigid and his expression stern. He eyes the party with suspicion, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.<<dialogue "Guard" "Halt! Who are you, and what is your business in Sardis?">>You peer out of the carriage, your voice clear and confident. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Greetings, good sir. I am Philtra, a herald from Olympia. I am here on a diplomatic mission and seek an audience with King Mydos. It is a matter of great importance for both our kingdoms.">>The guard nods, his expression softening slightly. <<dialogue "Guard" "Very well, Philtra of Olympia. I will send a messenger to the palace to inform them of your arrival. Please wait here until you receive further instructions.">>As the guard sends another guard as a messenger, you take a moment to admire the surroundings. The acropolis of Sardis is a sight to behold, with golden ornate carvings adorning the walls and buildings, a testament to the kingdom's wealth and opulence. The luxury is evident in every detail, from the gold in the gate itself to the carvings in the walls, and you cannot help but feel a sense of awe and wonder.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine, Lysara, have you ever seen such grandeur? The wealth of Sardis is truly astonishing.">>Myrrine nods, her eyes wide with admiration. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "It is breathtaking, Philtra. The craftsmanship and attention to detail are unparalleled. I can only imagine the treasures that lie within the palace walls.">>Lysara, ever the observer, adds her own thoughts. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Indeed, the opulence is impressive. But one must wonder at the cost of such extravagance. Power and wealth often come with a price, and I have a feeling that Sardis is no exception.">>Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, ever vigilant, keep a watchful eye on their surroundings, their hands resting on their weapons, ready for any sign of danger. [[Wait at the gates|AP124]]

Thrasybulos in a low voice says,<<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Philtra, we should be cautious. The guard's reaction, while not hostile, was not entirely welcoming. We must be prepared for any eventuality.">>You nod, a sense of agreement and determination washing over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You are right. We must remain alert and ready. Our mission is of utmost importance, and we cannot afford to make any mistakes here.">>After what feels like an eternity, the guard returns, his expression neutral but his steps swift. He approaches the carriage, his voice filled with a newfound respect.<<dialogue "Guard" "Philtra of Olympia, you and your party are granted entry to Sardis. A guard will escort you to the royal palace, where you will be received. Please follow him, and may the gods guide your steps.">>With a nod of thanks, you signal for the carriage to move forward, the horses' hooves clopping on the cobblestone path as they follow the guard's lead. The journey to the palace is a silent one, the party taking in the sights and sounds of the polis, the weight of your mission settling over you like a mantle of responsibility. As you approach the royal palace, the grandeur of the architecture takes your breath away. Towering columns, intricate frescoes, and gleaming gold accents create a vision of unparalleled luxury and power. The carriage comes to a halt in the vast courtyard, and the party disembarks, your steps echoing in the silence.<<dialogue "Philtra" "We have arrived. Let us start with asking for some accommodation to rest and fill our bellies with some food. The negotiations with the king can wait.">> All your companions nod in agreement, their eyes shining with resolve. You stand united, ready to face the challenges that lie ahead, guided by the strength of your connection and the divine mission that awaits you within the walls of the royal palace. <<if visited("Croesus 1") > 0>> [[You are received at the royal palace|AP125]] <<else>> [[You are received at the royal palace|AP126]] <</if>>

As you and your party disembark from the carriage, a familiar face approaches you with a warm smile and open arms. It is Croesus, and the sight of him fills you with a sense of comfort and familiarity.<<dialogue "Croesus" "Philtra! What a pleasant surprise! It has been too long, my friend. You are now the herald of Olympia., huh? Quite the promotion since the last time I met you.">> You return his embrace, your voice filled with genuine warmth and happiness. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Croesus! It is wonderful to see you again. I had no idea you were part of the king's court. I just assumed that you were just some rich merchant who travels around all the time... Sorry. By the way, I am here on a diplomatic mission to meet with King Mydos.">>Croesus nods, his expression turning serious and thoughtful. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Ah, yes, King Mydos. I am sure he will be most interested in your presence. Also in the spirit of transparency, you need to know that I am not just an ambassador, I am also the heir to the throne of Lydia.">>You blink in surprise, a flicker of confusion and intrigue in your expression. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The heir? How did you become the heir? You never told me that you are related to King Mydos.">>Croesus chuckles, a sound that is both mysterious and alluring. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Oh, Philtra, you have so much to learn about Lydia. Succession here works differently. A person's wealth in terms of land and businesses owned determines the hierarchy, not blood relations. Most of the time, the richest man in the kingdom is obviously the king, and by extension, if the kings had any heirs, they would be the richest too. But King Mydos does not have any children yet, thus opening the position of heir to the second richest man in the kingdom, myself.">>You study him, a sense of realization and admiration washing over you.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I see. Interesting... So anyone with a lot of wealth can become the king? How do you maintain stability with such an exploitable succession rule?">>Croesus's smile shows his confidence in the succession rule, he explains. <dialogue "Croesus" "You have to be born and brought up in Lydia, and you are also expected to maintain evidence of the source of your earnings. This is done so that foreign states cannot pick someone off the streets and make them the richest man in the kingdom with foreign currency. Speaking about foreign currency... We will discuss further about this tomorrow.">> You nod and question him further.<<dialogue "Philtra" "I see. And what brings you to receive us personally, Croesus? No one else from the king's court seems to be here with you.">>Croesus smiles, his expression enigmatic. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Ah, Philtra, always so perceptive. I have my reasons, but let us not dwell on that for now. You must be tired from your long journey. Allow me to escort you to your guest rooms, where you can rest and refresh yourselves. We will have much to discuss in the morning.">>With a nod, you follow Croesus, your mind racing with the implications of his words and the potential challenges that lie ahead. As you make your way to your chambers, you cannot shake the feeling that Croesus has something up his sleeve, and you will need to tread carefully in the days to come. But for now, you are content to rest and prepare for the adventures that await you in the royal palace of Sardis. [[Retire to your assigned guest room|AP127]]

As you and your party disembark from the carriage, a man approaches you with a polite smile and an air of authority. He introduces himself with a bow, his voice smooth and confident.<<dialogue "Croesus" "Greetings, herald of Olympia. I am Croesus, the ambassador of Sardis. Welcome to our kingdom. I trust your journey was pleasant?">>You return his greeting, your voice filled with curiosity and a touch of caution. <<if visited("AP121") > 0>><<dialogue "Philtra" "Greetings, Ambassador Croesus. I am Philtra, a herald from Olympia, and these are my companions, Myrrine, Lysara, Thrasybulos, and Eudoxos. We are here on a diplomatic mission to meet with King Mydos.">><<else>><<dialogue "Philtra" "Greetings, Ambassador Croesus. I am Philtra, a herald from Olympia, and these are my companions, Lysara, Thrasybulos, and Eudoxos. We are here on a diplomatic mission to meet with King Mydos.">> <</if>>Croesus nods, his eyes gleaming with amusement and something more sinister. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Ah, yes, King Mydos. I am sure he will be most interested in your presence. You see, I am not just an ambassador, I am also the heir to the throne of Lydia. Please, you can call me Croesus, I dont like being reminded that I am an ambassador and the heir.">>You raise an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise and intrigue in your expression. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The heir? I did not know that King Mydos had an heir. Are you a blood relative?">>Croesus chuckles, a sound that is both mysterious and alluring. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Oh, no. Succession in Lydia works differently. Here, a person's wealth in terms of land and businesses owned determines the hierarchy, not blood relations. Most of the time, the richest man in the kingdom is obviously the king, and by extension, if the kings had any heirs, they would be the richest too. But King Mydos does not have any children yet, thus opening the position of heir to the second richest man in the kingdom, myself.">>You study him, a sense of realization and caution washing over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I see. Interesting... So anyone with a lot of wealth can become the king? How do you maintain stability with such an exploitable succession rule?">>Croesus's smile shows his confidence in the succession rule, he explains. <dialogue "Croesus" "You have to be born and brought up in Lydia, and you are also expected to maintain evidence of the source of your earnings. This is done so that foreign states cannot pick someone off the streets and make them the richest man in the kingdom with foreign currency. Speaking about foreign currency... We will discuss further about this tomorrow.">> You nod and question him further. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And what brings you to receive us personally, Croesus? No one else from the king's court seems to be here with you.">>Croesus smiles, his expression enigmatic. <<dialogue "Croesus" "You are quite perceptive. I have my reasons, but let us not dwell on that for now. You must be tired from your long journey. Allow me to escort you to your guest rooms, where you can rest and refresh yourselves. We will have much to discuss in the morning.">>With a nod, you follow Croesus, your mind racing with the implications of his words and the potential challenges that lie ahead. As you make your way to your chambers, you cannot shake the feeling that Croesus has something up his sleeve, and you will need to tread carefully in the days to come. [[Retire to your assigned guest room|AP127]]

You and everyone else retire to the guest room assigned by Croesus and have some food and go to sleep, knowing you will have a lot of work to do in the upcoming days. You wake up sore the next morning after all that travel and start getting ready. You are deep in thought, your mind racing with the events of the past days and the challenges that lie before you. Suddenly, a knock at the door startles you, and you open it to find Croesus standing there, his expression serious and his eyes filled with a sense of determination and something more profound. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Philtra, Hope you had a good night's sleep. May I have a moment of your time? There are matters of great importance that I wish to discuss with you. It is important that we have this conversation when we are alone. No one else must know about this.">>You nod, a sense of curiosity and caution washing over you as you step aside to let him enter. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Of course, Croesus. I wish I could continue to eat and sleep again, as I am still feeling the effects of the long journey. But that can wait. what is it that you wish to speak about?">>Croesus takes a deep breath, his voice low and conspiratorial. <<dialogue "Croesus" "I want to be honest with you. I know about Mnemonides's traitorous betrayal towards Olympia and his planned war. I also know that you are here to form an alliance that could prevent this catastrophe.">>You are taken aback, a flicker of surprise and disbelief in your expression. Was Croesus also one of the chosen?<<dialogue "Philtra" "How do you know this? Who told you? Have you met Mnemonides?">>Croesus studies you, a hint of amusement and understanding in his eyes. <<dialogue "Croesus" "I see the questions in your mind, Philtra. You wonder if I, too, have been chosen by one of the gods. The answer is yes. I met my favored god, Plutus, during the lunar eclipse, and he has chosen me as his champion.">>You are stunned, your mind reeling with the implications of his words. You remember Aphrodite's warning about not trusting anyone, but before you can voice your concerns, Croesus continues. <<dialogue "Croesus" "And I know that you are Aphrodite's chosen, Philtra. You are here to form an alliance that will stand against Ares's warmongering. Plutus wants to side with Aphrodite, for he knows that if Ares had his way, it would cause irreparable damage to the mortal realm in the absence of Zeus.">>You hesitate, a blend of skepticism and hope in your heart. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Croesus, I... I do not know what to say. This is a lot to take in. How can I be sure that your intentions are pure?">> Croesus places a hand on your shoulder. <<dialogue "Croesus" "I understand your hesitation. This must be a lot to take in. But know this: Plutus has shown me the path, and it aligns with yours. Together, we can achieve greatness and prevent the war that threatens to engulf our worlds. I told you this right away so that you make your decision with this truth in mind, knowing that our union will be the only way to effectively stop Mnemonides and Ares.">>You study him, a sense of realization and trust settling over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Very well, Croesus. I believe you. And I am willing to work with you to reach our common goal. Together, we will stop this war and ensure the peace and prosperity of our kingdoms.">>As you share this moment of truth and unity, you notice something about Croesus's eyes. They are filled with grey clouds and dots of gold, a sign that he may be partially blind, but his vision is one of clarity and purpose. You realize that this bond between you is unbreakable, a secret shared between two chosen champions, a trust that transcends the mortal realm. [[Continue the discussion|AP128]]

You turn to Croesus, your voice filled with determination and a touch of urgency. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Croesus, what is your plan to secure the alliance? How do we ensure that King Mydos will agree to our terms?">>Croesus leans in, his expression serious and his voice low. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Philtra, King Mydos used to have a good relationship with the former king of Olympia, Kyrathos. However, that relationship was severed by the dowager queen Klytemnaestra after Kyrathos's death. Mydos holds a grudge against Olympia, and he plans to humiliate you and your party by giving you impossible tasks to complete. He will never agree to the alliance otherwise.">>You nod, a sense of understanding and caution washing over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I see. And what can we do to turn this around? How do we secure the alliance despite Mydos's reluctance?">>Croesus studies you, a flicker of determination and something more sinister in his eyes. <<dialogue "Croesus" "The only way to secure the alliance is to remove Mydos from power. Once I am the king, I will sign the alliance treaty with Olympia. It is the only way to ensure our success and prevent the war that threatens our worlds.">>You hesitate. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Croesus, planning a coup is dangerous. But if it is the will of the gods, perhaps our chances of success are greater. I am not sure about this, but I am willing to consider your plan.">>Croesus nods, a hint of satisfaction and anticipation in his expression. <<dialogue "Croesus" "I am glad you see the wisdom in this. Together, we will achieve greatness and bring hope to our kingdoms. Go along with my plan when we meet King Mydos, and trust in the strength of our connection and the divine mission that guides us.">>You take a deep breath, a sense of purpose and determination settling over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Very well. I will follow your lead and do everything in my power to ensure the success of our plan.">>With a final, lingering glance at each other, you and Croesus prepare to face the challenges that lie ahead, united in your purpose and strengthened by the bonds of trust and divine destiny. As you make your way to the throne room, you cannot shake the feeling that the road ahead is fraught with danger. <<if (visited("AP121") < 1)>> [[Meet the king Mydos|AP191]] <<else>> [[Meet the king Mydos|AP129]] <</if>>

Croesus leads you and your party through the opulent halls of the royal palace, the golden carvings and luxurious decor a testament to the wealth and power of Sardis. As you approach the throne room, you can feel the weight of your mission settling over you like a mantle of responsibility. The doors swing open, and you find yourself in the presence of King Mydos. He is a middle-aged man, his ornate golden dress shimmering in the light, and a turban adorned with precious gems sits atop his head. You recall your mother Medaea's words and the rumor that the turban is worn to hide his donkey ears, and you wonder at the truth behind such whispers. King Mydos rises from his throne, his movements graceful and his expression gracious. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Welcome, welcome, travelers from Olympia. I am King Mydos, and I bid you a warm welcome to my court. What brings you to Sardis on this fine day?">>You step forward, your voice clear and confident. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, I am Philtra, a herald from Olympia. And I have Myrrine, the princess of Eryx, and Lysara, a courtesan in Olympia, here as my companions. We have come on a diplomatic mission to discuss an alliance between our kingdoms, one that will bring peace and prosperity to both our lands. With the financial support from you, and Olympia's militaristic might, there is no force that is strong enough to challenge us.">>Before you can continue, King Mydos interrupts you, his attention turning to the others in the court. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Ah, yes, an alliance. How fascinating. But tell me, what of the rumors that Olympia is on the brink of war? Is that not a more pressing matter? You are just looking to extract my wealth for your war, right?">>You notice the slight, a deliberate attempt to disrespect you and your kingdom, just as Croesus had warned. Myrrine and Lysara bristle at the king's behavior, their expressions filled with indignation. But you give them a knowing smile, a silent reassurance that you expected this and have a plan in place.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, the rumors of war are just that... rumors. Olympia seeks peace, and an alliance with Lydia would be a step towards ensuring that peace. We have much to offer each other, and together, we can create a future of prosperity and harmony.">>Myrrine and Lysara calm down, their expressions softening as they understand that you have anticipated this behavior and have a strategy to navigate it. They stand by your side, their support a silent strength that bolsters your resolve.<<dialogue "Myrrine" "Your Majesty, I am Myrrine, princess of Eryx. Philtra speaks the truth. Olympia is committed to peace, and we believe that an alliance with Lydia would be mutually beneficial to all three kingdoms. We are here to discuss the terms and ensure that our kingdoms thrive.">>King Mydos listens, his expression inscrutable, but you can sense the underlying current of disdain and disrespect. [[Mydos continues|AP130]]

You step forward, presenting the stamped letter and the golden lyre from King Basileos with a sense of pride and diplomacy. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, King Basileos of Olympia sends his warmest greetings and this letter handwritten and stamped by himself as a token of our goodwill and commitment to forming an alliance. He also presents this golden lyre, a symbol of our shared cultural heritage and a gesture of our desire for peace and prosperity.">>King Mydos takes the golden lyre, his eyes lighting up with interest as he examines it. He sets the stamped letter aside without a glance, his attention fully captured by the instrument. With a soft, melodic touch, he plays a few notes, his expression one of pure delight.<<dialogue "Mydos" "Ah, this is exquisite. The craftsmanship is superb. It seems your king has good taste. But tell me, what does Olympia have to offer beyond this beautiful lyre? Your kingdom is on the brink of war, and yet you speak of peace and alliances with my kingdom, which is far away from yours. It is almost laughable.">>You bristle at his words, but you maintain your composure, knowing that losing your temper will only play into his hands. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, Olympia may face challenges, but we are also a kingdom of resilience and strength. We have much to offer, and we are willing to work with Lydia to overcome any challenges that may arise. An alliance with us would be a strategic advantage, one that would bring safety and growth to both our lands. Please consider that the kingdom of Dysnomia will also factor into the strength and stability of the alliance.">>Mydos chuckles, a sound that is both mocking and dismissive. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Strategic advantage? You overestimate your worth. But very well, I will humor you. Before we get to that, I wanted to discuss something else. There is an auction for my private collection coming up in the next few days. Many wealthy men will be in attendance, vying to purchase my goods. If you can find a muse for me to advertise my collection, I will further entertain the talks of an alliance. If not, then your journey here has been in vain, and you may return to Olympia with your tail between your legs.">>You are taken aback, a flicker of surprise and indignation in your expression. But you know that you must play along, for the sake of your mission and the future of Olympia. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, I accept your request. I will find a muse for you, one that will captivate the hearts and minds of all who attend your auction. And in return, you will consider our proposal for an alliance. Is that understood?">>your anger showing in your tone despite your best efforts to infuse some politeness into your words. Mydos nods, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Very well. You have my word. Find me a muse, and I will listen to your offer. But fail, and you will leave Sardis with nothing but empty promises. Now, you may go and prepare for the auction. I look forward to seeing what you can accomplish.">>With a bow, you and your party exit the throne room, the weight of the king's challenge settling over you like a shroud. You turn to Croesus, your voice low and determined. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Croesus, we must find a muse for Mydos's auction. It is our only chance to secure the alliance and prevent the war that threatens our worlds.">>Croesus nods, his expression thoughtful and resolute. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Let us discuss this in private.">> You go back to your chamber with Croesus with the others in tow. <<if visited("AP120") > 0>> [[Meet your companions in private|AP131]] <<elseif visited("AP183") > 0>> [[Meet your companions in private|AP184]] <<elseif visited("AP118") > 0>> [[Meet your companions in private|AP192]] <<else>> [[Meet your companions in private|AP196]] <</if>>

Before retreating to the private chamber with your companions, you pull Croesus aside, seeking a moment of privacy to discuss the delicate matter of the coup.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Croesus, what are your plans for the coup? How do you intend to remove Mydos from power and take the throne?">> Croesus leans in, his voice low and conspiratorial. <<dialogue "Croesus" "I am working on an angle where Mydos will bring about his own downfall. I have a plan in motion that will ensure I am not implicated in any way. Once Mydos is removed, I will step in as the rightful heir, and no one will accuse me of usurping the throne. It is a delicate process, and it will take many days to set up. We must wait and bide our time until the right moment presents itself.">> You accept this even though you wish Croesus would take the throne sooner rather than later. Croesus studies you, a flicker of determination in his eyes. <<dialogue "Croesus" "We must focus on finding a muse for Mydos's auction. It is our only chance to keep him entertained and buy us the time we need. Once the auction is over, we can work on the alliance while I set the stage for the coup. Trust me, Philtra.">>With a nod, you join the others in the private chamber, the weight of your mission and the coup heavy on your minds. You and your companions, Croesus, Myrrine, and Lysara, retreat to a private chamber, the weight of King Mydos's challenge heavy on your minds. The room is filled with a tense silence as you all ponder the best course of action. Croesus speaks first, his voice thoughtful and measured. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Philtra, if given enough time, I can find a muse. However, I am not certain that the muse will be captivating enough to entertain the audience at the auction. There is more to this than meets the eye. Providing a subpar muse might anger the king further.">>You raise an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity and caution in your expression. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do you mean, Croesus? What is the true nature of this auction?">>Croesus leans in, his voice low and conspiratorial. <<dialogue "Croesus" "The auction is a farce, Philtra. Mydos is not actually selling his collection, he is giving it away for free to the wealthy men in attendance. This is how he keeps the rest of the royals in Lydia subservient and reliant on him. If he did not, considering the succession rules, anyone could go for his throne. He plans to humiliate whomever you choose as the muse in front of the royals.">>Lysara hesitates, her eyes darting between you and the others, before she speaks up. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Philtra, I... I volunteer to be the muse. As a courtesan in Olympia, I have the experience and the allure to captivate the royal men. Croesus's muse might not be as effective, and I believe I can handle the attention and the challenges that come with it.">> You see the genuine care in Lysara's eyes. She really does want to sacrifice her dignity for your mission. Your heart is filled with appreciation and gratitude for her generous offer. Myrrine, taking courage from Lysara's offer, steps forward with a determined expression. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "And I, too, volunteer. A princess of Eryx being a muse would be a pride for any king. I am willing to endure the humiliation if it means securing the alliance and preventing the war.">>You consider their offer. You know that the road ahead is fraught with danger and potential humiliation, and you are not sure if Myrrine and Lysara are fully prepared for what Mydos has in store.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine, Lysara, your offers are noble and selfless. But I must consider the potential risks and the extent of the humiliation that Mydos has planned. I believe I am capable of enduring it to a level that you both might not be able to.">>You turn to Croesus, seeking his counsel. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Croesus, what is your opinion on this? Do you think your muse will be sufficient, or should one of us take on this role?">> Croesus studies you, a hint of admiration and respect in his eyes. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Philtra, your willingness to sacrifice yourself for the greater good is commendable. But we must also consider the strategic advantage of having a princess or a courtesan as the muse. It could sway the opinions of the royals in our favor. However, if you believe you can handle the humiliation better, then perhaps it is best that you take on this role. The decision is yours, but know that whatever you choose, we will support you.">>You take a deep breath, the weight of your decision settling over you like a mantle of responsibility. You know that the choice you make will have far-reaching consequences, and you must weigh the potential risks and benefits carefully. You believe it should be one of you three rather than a random muse from Croesus. [[Choose yourself to be the muse|AP132]] [[Choose Myrrine to be the muse|AP133]] [[Choose Lysara to be the muse|AP134]]

You make your decision, your voice filled with resolve and determination. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I will be the muse for Mydos's auction. It is the only way to ensure that we captivate the audience and buy us the time we need for Croesus's plan. I will endure the humiliation as I do not want to see anyone else suffer on my behalf, and also this way I can secure the success of our mission.">> <<if (visited("AP121") > 0)>>Myrrine and Lysara exchange worried glances, their voices filled with concern. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Philtra, are you sure? The humiliation could be severe, and we do not want to see you suffer.">><</if>><<if (visited("AP120") > 0) or (visited("AP192") > 0)>><<dialogue "Lysara" "Indeed, Philtra. Let us reconsider. Perhaps there is another way.">><<elseif (visited("AP184") > 0) or (visited("AP119") > 0)>>Lysara smiles with smug satisfaction. <</if>>Croesus studies you with admiration in his eyes. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Philtra, your sacrifice is noble, but we must also consider the potential risks. Are you certain that this is the path you wish to take?">>You nod, your expression unyielding. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am certain. This is my choice, and I will see it through. For Olympia, for our mission, and for the future of our kingdoms. Trust in me, and know that I am ready to face whatever comes my way.">>With your decision made, you and your party spend the next few days in Sardis, taking in the sights and sounds of the polis. Croesus acts as your guide, showing you the wonders of Lydia's culture and heritage. You visit the grand temples, the bustling markets, and the opulent palaces, each experience a testament to the wealth and power of the kingdom. As you explore, you cannot help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at the beauty and complexity of Sardis. The people are warm and welcoming, their laughter and music filling the air with a vibrant energy. You take these moments to strengthen your bonds with your companions, knowing that the challenges ahead will test the very fabric of your connection. One evening, as the sun sets over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and crimson, a messenger arrives at your chambers. The seal on the parchment is that of King Mydos, and your heart races as you break the wax and read the summons. <<dialogue "Philtra" "King Mydos has requested my presence in the throne room. It seems the time has come to face the challenge that lies before us.">> Your companions nod, their expression is one of support.<<if (visited("AP121") > 0)>> <<dialogue "Myrrine" "We are with you. Whatever happens, we will stand by your side.">><</if>><<if (visited("AP120") > 0) or (visited("AP192") > 0)>><<dialogue "Lysara" "We will step in and cover for you as and when needed.">><</if>><<dialogue "Croesus" "I know most of the people that will be there in the auction. I can nudge them to do my bidding if needed.">>With a deep breath, you prepare to face the unknown and make your way to the throne room. [[Go to the throne room|AP136]]

You gather your companions, the weight of your decision heavy on your mind. You look at Myrrine, her eyes filled with determination and you make your choice. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine, I have made my decision. You will be the muse for Mydos's auction. It is the only way to ensure that we captivate the audience and buy us the time we need for Croesus's plan. I know this is a great sacrifice, but I believe in your strength and your devotion to Olympia and Eryx. You can handle this, and you will do so with grace and power.">>Myrrine's eyes widen in surprise, a flicker of fear and resolve passing over her features. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Are you sure? The humiliation could be severe, but if this is your final decision. I gladly accept it and see it through to completion.">><<if visited("AP120") > 0>>Lysara steps forward, her voice filled with concern. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Indeed, Philtra. Let us reconsider. Perhaps there is another way.">><</if>>Croesus studies you, with caution in his eyes. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Philtra, your choice is wise, but we must also consider the potential risks. Are you certain that this is the path you wish to take for Myrrine?">>You nod, your expression unyielding. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am certain. I know what Myrrine is capable of, and she has the strength and the grace to endure this. This is my choice. For Olympia, for our mission, and for the future of our kingdoms. Trust in Myrrine, and know that she is ready to face whatever comes her way.">>With your decision made, you and your party spend the next few days in Sardis, taking in the sights and sounds of the polis. Croesus acts as your guide, showing you the wonders of Lydia's culture and heritage. You visit the grand temples, the bustling markets, and the opulent palaces, each experience a testament to the wealth and power of the kingdom. As you explore, you cannot help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at the beauty and complexity of Sardis. The people are warm and welcoming, their laughter and music filling the air with a vibrant energy. You take these moments to strengthen your bonds with your companions, knowing that the challenges ahead will test the very fabric of your connection. One evening, as the sun sets over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and crimson, a messenger arrives at your chambers. The seal on the parchment is that of King Mydos, and your heart races as you break the wax and read the summons.<<dialogue "Philtra" "King Mydos has requested our presence in the throne room. It seems the time has come to face the challenge that lies before us.">>Your companions nod. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I am ready. I will do this for our mission and for the future of our kingdoms.">><<if visited("AP120") > 0>><<dialogue "Lysara" "We will step in and cover for you as and when needed.">><</if>><<dialogue "Croesus" "I know most of the people that will be there in the auction. I can nudge them to do my bidding if needed.">>With a deep breath, you prepare to face the unknown and make your way to the throne room, Myrrine by your side, her head held high, ready to embrace her role as the muse and to captivate the audience with her grace and allure. [[Go to the throne room|AP147]]

You gather your companions, the weight of your decision heavy on your mind. You look at Lysara, her eyes filled with determination, and you make your choice.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Lysara, I have made my decision. You will be the muse for Mydos's auction. It is the only way to ensure that we captivate the audience and buy us the time we need for Croesus's plan. I know this is a great sacrifice, but I believe in your strength and your devotion to Olympia. You can handle this, and you will do so with grace and power.">>Lysara's eyes widen in surprise, a flicker of fear and resolve passing over her features. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Are you sure? The humiliation could be severe, but if this is your final decision. I gladly accept it and see it through to completion.">><<if visited("AP120") > 0>>Myrrine steps forward, her voice filled with concern. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Indeed, Philtra. Let us reconsider. Perhaps there is another way.">><</if>>Croesus studies you, with caution in his eyes. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Philtra, your choice is wise, but we must also consider the potential risks. Are you certain that this is the path you wish to take for Lysara?">>You nod, your expression unyielding. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am certain. I know what Lysara is capable of, and she has the strength and the grace to endure this. This is my choice. For Olympia, for our mission, and for the future of our kingdoms. Trust in Lysara, and know that she is ready to face whatever comes her way.">>With your decision made, you and your party spend the next few days in Sardis, taking in the sights and sounds of the polis. Croesus acts as your guide, showing you the wonders of Lydia's culture and heritage. You visit the grand temples, the bustling markets, and the opulent palaces, each experience a testament to the wealth and power of the kingdom. As you explore, you cannot help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at the beauty and complexity of Sardis. The people are warm and welcoming, their laughter and music filling the air with a vibrant energy. You take these moments to strengthen your bonds with your companions, knowing that the challenges ahead will test the very fabric of your connection. One evening, as the sun sets over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and crimson, a messenger arrives at your chambers. The seal on the parchment is that of King Mydos, and your heart races as you break the wax and read the summons.<<dialogue "Philtra" "King Mydos has requested our presence in the throne room. It seems the time has come to face the challenge that lies before us.">>Your companions nod. <<dialogue "Lysara" "I am ready. I will do this for our mission and for the future of our kingdoms.">><<if visited("AP120") > 0>><<dialogue "Myrrine" "We will step in and cover for you as and when needed.">><</if>><<dialogue "Croesus" "I know most of the people that will be there in the auction. I can nudge them to do my bidding if needed.">>With a deep breath, you prepare to face the unknown and make your way to the throne room, Lysara by your side, her head held high, ready to embrace her role as the muse and to captivate the audience with her grace and allure. [[Go to the throne room|AP153]]

You all enter the throne room, the grandeur of the chamber taking your breath away. King Mydos sits on his throne, his expression one of anticipation as he eyes you with a calculating gaze.<<dialogue "Mydos" "Philtra, I have been waiting for your response. Have you found a muse for my auction?">>You step forward, your voice clear and confident. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, I have. I will be your muse.">>Mydos's eyes widen in surprise, a flicker of delight passing over his features. <<dialogue "Mydos" "You? A herald of Olympia, willing to be my muse? How intriguing. Very well, I accept your offer. But let me make one thing clear: from this moment until the end of the auction, you will be treated as my muse, not as a herald of Olympia. Do you understand the implications of this? Are you completely okay with this deal?">>You meet his gaze, your expression unyielding. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand, Your Majesty. I am willing to help you in making sure your auction is successful. I agree to your terms, and I just want to remind you that the negotiations for the alliance will restart once the auction is over.">> You know restarting the negotiations is irrelevant since the end goal is to get Croesus to sit on the throne. But you need Mydos to think you are desperate for that alliance, if you confidently refuse Mydos now, he will send you back to Olympia, and Croesus will not have enough time to work on his plan. Mydos nods, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Excellent! Your dedication is commendable. I look forward to seeing you in action at the auction. Until then, you may prepare yourself for the role that awaits you.">> [[Prepare for the auction|AP137]]

King Mydos dismisses your companions with a wave of his hand, his voice filled with authority. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Your companions may retire to the hall in the east wing of the palace. Philtra will remain with me. The auction will begin shortly, and you will be summoned when the time is right.">> Your companions exchange worried glances but comply, leaving you alone with Mydos in the throne room. The heavy doors close behind them, and you are left in an uneasy silence, the weight of your decision settling over you like a shroud. Mydos turns to one of his servants, his voice low and conspiratorial. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Bring me the chest from my private chambers. Make haste.">>The servant bows and hurries away, returning moments later with a large, ornate chest. He places it at Mydos's feet and bows again before exiting the room, leaving you and Mydos alone. Mydos approaches the chest, his eyes gleaming with a sense of excitement and something more sinister. He opens the lid, revealing a dazzling array of gold ornaments and bows, each piece a testament to his wealth and power.<<dialogue "Mydos" "Philtra, as my muse, you will be adorned with these treasures. They are a symbol of your role and a reminder of the power I hold. Come, let us see how they complement your beauty.">> [[Look into the chest|AP138]]

You stand before Mydos, the weight of your role as his muse settling over you like a heavy cloak. He approaches you with a predatory grace, his eyes gleaming with lust. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Philtra, as my muse, you are here to do as I please. Remember that.">>You take a deep breath, offering a brief prayer to Aphrodite for the courage to endure and embrace this role. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Aphrodite, grant me the strength and the passion to see this through.">>Mydos's hands are on you before you can finish your prayer, his fingers deftly untying the laces of your dress. You assist him, your movements sensual and deliberate as you let the fabric slip from your shoulders, pooling at your feet. The cool air of the throne room kisses your bare skin, and you shiver, but not from the chill. Mydos's touch is firm and exploring, his hands roaming over your body with a possessive hunger. You can feel his phallus pressing against you, already hard and ready. You respond in kind, your own desire stirring to life. You reach out, your fingers tracing the lines of his muscles through his clothing, feeling the power and strength beneath.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, I am yours to command. Show me your desire.">>Mydos growls low in his throat, a sound of pure primal need. He pushes you back gently, his hands guiding you to the floor. You lie back, your body arching in invitation, and he follows, his body covering yours as he captures your mouth in a fierce kiss. His hands are everywhere, stroking and teasing, drawing moans from your throat that you make no effort to suppress. You can feel the wetness between your legs, your quim responding to his touch with a fervor that surprises even you. You reach for him, your hands tugging at his clothing, eager to feel his skin against yours. Mydos complies, shedding his garments with a speed born of desperation. You take a moment to admire him, his body a work of art, chiseled and powerful. His phallus stands proud and erect, and you reach for him, your hand wrapping around his length.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, I want to please you. Let me.">> [[Pleasure Mydos|AP139]]

You guide him to your mouth, your lips parting to take him in. You swirl your tongue around the sensitive head, tasting the salty seed that beads at the tip. Mydos groans, his hips bucking as you take him deeper, your head bobbing as you set a rhythm that has him panting and grasping at your hair. But Mydos has other plans. He pulls away, his breath ragged, and pushes you back onto the floor. He spreads your legs wide, his eyes feasting on the sight of your exposed, glistening quim. He leans down, his tongue tracing a path up your inner thigh, making you squirm with anticipation. And he feasts, his mouth and fingers working in tandem to drive you to the brink of madness. You cry out, your back arching as waves of pleasure crash over you, each one more intense than the last. You reach for him, your hands clutching at his shoulders, urging him on. <<bounce>>Mydos obliges, his body covering yours as he enters you with a single, powerful thrust. You gasp, the sensation of being filled so completely sending sparks of pleasure through your body. He begins to move, his hips rolling in a rhythm that has you meeting him thrust for thrust.<</bounce>> You wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper, your body clenching around his phallus as you chase your release. Mydos's breath is hot against your ear, his words a low growl. <<dialogue "Mydos" "You are incredible, Philtra.">>But you have other plans. You take charge, your body rolling with his, taking your pleasure from him with a boldness that leaves him breathless. You are vocal, your moans and cries of pleasure filling the throne room, unashamed and unapologetic. Mydos quickly tries to stifle the noise and fills your mouth with a piece of the dress lying on the ground. You are now effectively muted and cannot utter any words. Nevertheless, you continue to chase your release. Mydos is surprised, his body tensing as you ride him to completion, your own orgasm tearing through you with a force that leaves you shaking and gasping. He follows you over the edge, his release pulsing into you, filling you completely with his seed. As you both come down from the heights of pleasure, Mydos looks at you with confusion. <<dialogue "Mydos" "I have never experienced anything like it. I am glad you are my muse.">>You smile, a slow, sensual curve of your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, I am glad I could please you. And I look forward to the auction.">>With that, you rise, your body still humming with the afterglow of your encounter. [[Get dressed|AP140]]

As you begin to redress, Mydos stops you with a firm hand on your shoulder. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Not so fast, my muse. You will be wearing gold.">>You turn to him, a flicker of confusion and trepidation in your eyes. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty? I do not understand.">>Mydos smiles, a slow, predatory curve of his lips. <<dialogue "Mydos" "You will see. Trust in me.">>He approaches the chest, his hands delving into the dazzling array of gold ornaments and jewelry. He turns to you, his eyes gleaming with something more sinister.<<dialogue "Mydos" "Come here. Let us adorn you in the finest gold Lydia has to offer.">>You step forward, your heart racing as you begin to understand the true nature of his intentions. Mydos starts with a golden necklace, the heavy links cool against your skin as he fastens it around your neck. His fingers linger, tracing a path down your collarbone, making you shiver. Next, he takes a pair of golden earrings, the stones sparkling in the light as he secures them to your lobes. His touch is gentle but firm, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks, tilting your head this way and that as he admires his handiwork.<<dialogue "Mydos" "The gold complements your beauty perfectly.">>He moves on to a golden nose ring, the cool metal pressing against the sensitive skin of your nostril as he inserts it. You flinch slightly, but his touch is soothing, his fingers gentle as he secures it in place. Mydos then takes a massive plastron necklace, the intricate design barely covering your breasts with its individual strings of gold and other marbles and beads, leaving your nipples exposed and vulnerable. He takes his time, his hands roaming over your skin as he fastens it in place behind your neck, his touch sending shivers of anticipation and trepidation down your spine.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, is this necessary? I am not sure I am comfortable with this.">>Mydos chuckles, a low, throaty sound. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Comfort is not a luxury you have as my muse, Philtra. You will wear what I deem fit, and you will do so with pride.">>He moves on to a golden hip chain, the links heavy and cool against your skin as he secures it around your waist. The chain is adorned with small, tinkling bells that chime with every movement, a constant reminder of your role and your vulnerability. Mydos steps back, his eyes roaming over your nearly naked body, now barely covered by the golden jewelry and ornaments. He nods, a hint of satisfaction in his expression.<<dialogue "Mydos" "Good! Most of the work is done. Now for some final touches.">>You take a deep breath, the weight of the gold and the weight of your role settling over you like a shroud. You are acutely aware of your near-nudity, the cool metal against your skin a constant reminder of your vulnerability. [[Look in the chest for what is next|AP141]]

Mydos turns back to the chest, his hands delving into the depths as he searches for the final touches to your adornment. <<dialogue "Mydos" "There are a few more details to attend to, Philtra. Spread your legs for me, would you?">> You comply, your legs parting to give him better access, a flicker of anticipation and arousal coursing through you. As you stand there, exposed and vulnerable, you realize that instead of feeling fear or shame, you are filled with a sense of excitement and anticipation. The thought of being on full display, of being admired and envied, sends a thrill of pleasure through your body. Mydos takes out multiple clitoral hood rings, the gold glinting in the light as he secures them in place, one by one. Each ring is a delicate balance of pressure and pleasure, sending waves of sensation through your most sensitive area. You gasp, your hips bucking slightly as he finishes, the rings a constant, teasing reminder of your arousal.<<dialogue "Mydos" "These will ensure that you are always ready, always eager. A true muse should be in a state of constant desire.">>Next, he takes out a pair of golden nipple rings, the weight of them substantial and cool against your skin. He secures them to your nipples, the pressure sending a sharp, pleasurable pain through your breasts. You can feel the weight pulling them down, the sensation a blend of discomfort and intense arousal.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, this is... intense. I can feel the weight, the pull. It is... exciting.">>Mydos smiles, a slow, knowing curve of his lips. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Good. That is the point. You are a true work of art. Now, for the final touch.">>He reaches into the chest once more and pulls out a golden ball, with a string attached to it. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Spread your legs and bend over for me. This will be the crowning glory of your adornment.">>You comply, your body bending to his will, your legs spreading wide as you present yourself to him. Mydos takes a moment to admire the view, his eyes roaming over your exposed, glistening quim and the tight, puckered entrance of your anus. He tries to insert the ball, but you are too tight, your muscles resisting his efforts. Undeterred, he spreads your cheeks wide, his tongue tracing a path from your quim to your anus, teasing and probing, drawing moans from your throat.<<dialogue "Mydos" "Relax. Let me in. This will be worth it, I promise.">>You do as he says, your body relaxing, your muscles yielding to his persistent, skilled tongue. After a while, your anus opens up, accepting the golden ball fully into you, the string left dangling for when it needs to be pulled out. Mydos stands back, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Perfect. You are ready, Philtra. The auction will be a resounding success with you by my side.">>You straighten yourself, the weight of the gold and the sensations coursing through your body a constant, arousing reminder of your role. You turn to a nearby mirror, your eyes widening as you take in your reflection. The golden jewelry and ornaments adorn your body, barely covering your most intimate areas, leaving you exposed and vulnerable, yet powerful and alluring. You look... incredible. You are meant to look like this, to be admired and envied by everyone else. You can feel the golden ball in your anus, the sensation of arousal and inhibition, and the constant pressure, a reminder of your submission and your need. [[Prepare yourself for the auction|AP142]]

You take Mydos's hand, your fingers intertwining with his as you make your way to the east wing of the palace, where the auction hall awaits. The guards and servants you pass by cannot help but stare, their eyes filled with desire and admiration as they take in your golden-adorned form. You own it, your head held high, a sense of pride and power radiating from you. As you approach the auction hall, the heavy doors swing open, revealing the royal crowd assembled within. The moment you step into view, a hush falls over the room, the only sound the soft tinkling of the bells on your hip chain and the echo of your footsteps on the marble floor. You can feel the weight of their gazes and the intensity of their stares, and you revel in it. You are a vision, a work of art, and you know it. Even your companions are not immune to your allure, their eyes wide with arousal as they take in your appearance. Mydos clears his throat, his voice booming through the silent hall. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Ladies and gentlemen, the auction has begun! And I demand that everyone enjoy themselves today.">> His words are met with a roar of approval, the silence shattered as the crowd erupts into cheers and applause. The tension in the air is palpable, and you are at the center of it all. You stand tall, your body language exuding confidence and allure. The golden jewelry and ornaments catch the light, casting a dazzling display of sparkles and shimmers, drawing the eye to every intimate curve and contour of your body. The clitoral hood rings, nipple rings, and the golden ball in your anus are all still hidden from the eyes of people who are far enough away. Mydos takes your hand once more, leading you to the center of the hall, where a raised dais awaits. As you ascend the steps, you can feel the eyes of the crowd following your every move, their gazes a physical touch, a caress that sends shivers of pleasure down your spine.<<dialogue "Mydos" "My muse, you are the star of the show tonight. Let us give them a performance they will never forget.">>You smile, a slow, sensual curve of your lips, your eyes gleaming with a hint of a challenge. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, I am ready to dazzle and delight. Let the auction begin.">>With that, you turn to face the crowd, your body language inviting and alluring, ready to captivate and enthrall. [[Let the auction begin!|AP143]]

You look around the auction hall, your eyes taking in the dazzling array of golden items on display. The royal men and women mill about, their voices hushed as they discuss the merits and allure of each piece. It dawns on you that this is more than just an auction; it is a gallery, a shrine to the obsession with gold that seems to consume these people. As you stand there, a vision in gold, you feel a sense of anticipation and excitement building within you. Slowly, a few brave souls approach, their eyes roaming over your adorned body with desire. They reach out, their fingers hovering just above your jewelry, seeking permission to touch. Mydos, ever the gracious host, nods his assent. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Everything is for sale, my friends. Do not be shy. Explore, admire, and indulge.">>His words are met with smiles and eager nods, the tension in the air shifting from anticipation to something more primal. You feel a thrill of excitement, knowing that you are about to be touched, explored, and admired by everyone in the room. The first to approach is a tall, handsome man, his eyes gleaming with interest as he reaches out to touch the golden necklace that adorns your neck. His fingers are gentle but firm, tracing the cool metal as he admires the craftsmanship.<<dialogue "Man" "Incredible workmanship. And the model is... breathtaking.">>You smile, a slow, sensual curve of your lips, inviting his touch and his admiration. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you. I am here to be admired and enjoyed. Please, do not hesitate to explore.">>Next, a woman with white hair and piercing green eyes approaches, her hands reaching for the golden plastron that barely covers your breasts. She squeezes gently, her touch sending shivers of pleasure through your body as she pulls at the nipple rings, drawing gasps from your throat.<<dialogue "Woman" " May I?">>You nod, your breath coming in short, eager gasps. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Please, do. I am here for your pleasure as much as my own.">>More hands join in, some gentle, some firm, all exploring and admiring. They pull at your clitoral hood rings, sending waves of pleasure and sensation through your most sensitive area. They squeeze and caress, their touches full of desire. You do not care if they see you as a whore or as a herald of Olympia. You are here to enjoy this, to bask in the attention and the admiration. You invite their touches, your body arching and responding to each caress, each squeeze, each pull. The room is filled with the sounds of pleasure and admiration, the tinkling of bells, and the soft moans and gasps of those who dare to touch you. You are the center of it all, a golden goddess, a muse, a vision of desire and allure. [[Something catches your eye|AP144]]

As you bask in the attention and admiration of the royal crowd, something catches your eye... a familiar golden lyre, the very one you presented to Mydos as a gift from King Basileos. Seeing it up for auction fills you with a surge of anger and betrayal. You scan the room, your eyes searching for your companions. They are mingling with the guests as they take in the scene unfolding before them. You lock eyes with Croesus, a silent plea for his help. Croesus approaches, his voice low and admiring as he takes in your golden-adorned form. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Philtra! The gold... it suits you.">>You cut him off, your voice urgent and angry. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Croesus, the lyre. Get it before anyone else does. It is a gift from Olympia, and it should not be up for auction.">>Croesus nods, understanding the gravity of your request. He moves swiftly through the crowd, his eyes fixed on the lyre, determined to secure it before it falls into the wrong hands. <<if (visited("AP120") > 0) or (visited("AP192") > 0)>>Lysara approaches you, her expression protective as she tries to ward off the royal men who surround you, their hands still roaming and exploring your body. <<dialogue "Lysara" "You do not have to endure this. You could have chosen me to do this.">>You place a hand on her arm, your voice gentle but firm. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Lysara, thank you for your thoughtfulness. But it is fine. I actually enjoy this attention. It is... liberating.">>Lysara's expression shifts from shock to a slow, knowing smile, a flicker of understanding and desire in her eyes. <<dialogue "Lysara" "I see. Well, then, enjoy yourself. I will be here if you need me.">><</if>>As you stand there, being touched and admired, you begin to realize the true nature of this gathering. It is not an auction at all, but it is a free-for-all, a chance for the royal men and women to take whatever they desire. Slowly, the crowd starts to disperse, each person taking a golden item or two, their faces alight with greed and satisfaction. You watch as the lyre is taken, Croesus's determined expression a small comfort amidst the chaos. Then, you feel hands on your body, gentle but insistent, as they begin to remove the golden jewelry and ornaments that adorn you. Your necklaces are the first to go, the cool metal replaced by the warm touch of hands and the cool air of the hall. Next, your earrings are removed, lifting the weight from your lobes. Your nose ring follows, the pressure releasing, a small gasp escaping your lips as the sensation shifts. The golden plastron that barely covered your breasts is next, the weight pulling down no more as it is lifted away, leaving your nipples exposed and vulnerable. Your hip chain is removed, the bells falling silent, the weight lifting from your hips, leaving you feeling light and exposed. The nipple rings and clitoral hood rings are the last to go, the pressure releasing, a wave of sensation and relief washing over you. As the last of the jewelry is removed, you stand there, completely naked, your body bare and exposed, the marks of the gold still visible on your skin, a reminder of the pleasure you experienced. The hall is now nearly empty, only a few select royals remaining, their eyes still roaming over your body with desire. You stand tall, your head held high, a sense of pride and power radiating from you, knowing that you have fulfilled your role as a muse. [[Mydos speaks|AP145]]

As the night wears on and the hall empties, Mydos gathers the remaining royals around him, his voice filled with satisfaction and gratitude. <<dialogue "Mydos" "My friends, this has been one of the best days of my life. I thank each and every one of you for your presence and your... participation.">>The crowd murmurs their agreement, their faces flushed with the memories of the evening's events. Mydos turns to you, his eyes gleaming with something more primal.<<dialogue "Mydos" "Philtra, my muse, you have outdone yourself. But there is one more thing I wish to do before we part ways. Turn around and spread your legs for me, would you?">>You comply, your body responding to his command with a thrill of anticipation and arousal. You turn, presenting your back to the crowd, and spread your legs wide, bringing attention to your most intimate areas. Mydos approaches, his hands gentle but firm as he takes hold of the golden string that dangles from your anus. With a slow, deliberate pull, he removes the golden ball, the sensation sending waves of pleasure and relief through your body.<<dialogue "Mydos" "A true muse should be willing to give everything, and you, Philtra, have given me a night I will never forget.">><<if (visited("AP121") < 1)>>He turns to Lysara, his voice low and conspiratorial. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Lysara, I have a gift for you. A token of our newfound friendship and alliance.">>Lysara's eyes widen in shock and embarrassment as Mydos places the golden ball in her hands, the string still damp with your essence. She hesitates, her cheeks flushing a deep red, but then she accepts it, a slow, understanding smile spreading across her face.<<dialogue "Lysara" "Your Majesty, I... thank you for this gift.">>With the night's events drawing to a close, Mydos turns to you, his expression serious and determined. <<else>>He turns to Myrrine, his voice low and conspiratorial.<<dialogue "Mydos" "Princess of Eryx, I have a gift for you. A token of our newfound friendship and alliance.">>Myrrine's eyes widen in shock and embarrassment as Mydos places the golden ball in her hands, the string still damp with your essence. She hesitates, her cheeks flushing a deep red, but then she accepts it, a slow, understanding smile spreading across her face.<<dialogue "Myrrine" "Your Majesty, I... thank you for this gift.">>With the night's events drawing to a close, Mydos turns to you, his expression serious and determined. <</if>><<dialogue "Mydos" "Philtra, I am leaving on a hunting trip soon. Once I return, we can restart the negotiations for the alliance. Until then, enjoy your stay in Sardis, and know that you have my utmost respect and admiration.">>You nod, a sense of relief and anticipation washing over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, I look forward to our future discussions. Thank you for this... enlightening experience. I enjoyed myself too.">>As the crowd begins to disperse, you take a moment to redress, the cool fabric of your clothes a stark contrast to the warmth of the gold that once adorned your body. You feel a sense of satisfaction. With a final nod to Mydos and your companions, you retire to your chambers. <<if (visited("AP121") < 1)>> [[Retire to your room|AP193]] <<else>> [[Retire to your room|AP146]] <</if>>

You all enter the throne room, the grandeur of the chamber taking your breath away. King Mydos sits on his throne as he eyes you with a calculating gaze.<<dialogue "Mydos" "Philtra, I have been waiting for your response. Have you found a muse for my auction?">>You step forward, your voice clear and confident. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, I have. Myrrine, the Princess of Eryx, will be your muse.">>Mydos's eyes widen in surprise, a flicker of delight passing over his features. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Myrrine? A princess willing to be my muse? How intriguing. Very well, I accept your offer. But let me make one thing clear: from this moment until the end of the auction, she will be treated as my muse, not as a princess of Eryx. Do you understand the implications of this? Is she completely okay with this deal?">>You meet his gaze, your expression unyielding. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand, Your Majesty. Myrrine is willing to help you in making sure your auction is successful. She agrees to your terms, and we just want to remind you that the negotiations for the alliance will restart once the auction is over.">> You know restarting the negotiations is irrelevant since the end goal is to get Croesus to sit on the throne. But you need Mydos to think you are desperate for that alliance. If you confidently refuse Mydos now, he will send you back to Olympia, and Croesus will not have enough time to work on his plan. Mydos nods, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Excellent! Your dedication is commendable. I look forward to seeing Myrrine in action at the auction. Until then, she may prepare herself for the role that awaits her.">> [[Prepare for the auction|AP148]]

King Mydos dismisses you and your companions with a wave of his hand, his voice filled with authority. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Philtra, Lysara, Croesus, you may retire to the hall in the east wing of the palace. Myrrine will remain with me. The auction will begin shortly, and we will make our way to the hall when the time is right.">>Your companions exchange worried glances but comply, leaving Myrrine alone with Mydos in the throne room. The heavy doors close behind you, and you are left in an uneasy silence, the weight of your decision settling over you like a shroud. As you make your way to the east wing, you cannot help but feel the anticipation. You turn to Lysara and Croesus, your voice low and determined. <<dialogue "Philtra" "We must be ready to support Myrrine in any way we can. Whatever happens, we will stand by her side.">> <<if visited("AP120") > 0>>Lysara and Croesus nod. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Agreed!">><<dialogue "Croesus" "I will use my influence to ensure that the auction goes smoothly and that Myrrine is treated with the respect she deserves.">><<else>>Croesus nods. <<dialogue "Croesus" "I will use my influence to ensure that the auction goes smoothly and that Myrrine is treated with the respect she deserves.">><</if>>You enter the auction hall, the grandeur of the chamber taking your breath away. The room is filled with an air of anticipation and excitement, the royal guests milling about, their voices hushed as they discuss the upcoming event. You take your seats, your eyes fixed on the entrance, waiting for Mydos and Myrrine to make their appearance. The tension in the air is palpable, and you are acutely aware of the role you have played in bringing this about. [[They arrive!|AP149]]

You stand in the auction hall with Croesus and Lysara, the grandeur of the chamber taking your breath away. The royal crowd is abuzz with anticipation, their voices hushed as they discuss the upcoming event. You can feel the tension in the air, and you know that the moment you have been preparing for is about to begin. Suddenly, the crowd parts, and Mydos enters with Myrrine by his side. You gasp, your eyes widening in shock as you take in her appearance. Myrrine is naked, her body adorned only with golden jewelry and ornaments. The clitoral hood rings and heavy nipple rings catch the light, drawing your eye to her most intimate areas. A flicker of jealousy surges through you as you realize that you should have taken Myrrine's place, that you should be the one experiencing this level of attention from everyone. You can feel the weight of the crowd's gazes on Myrrine, the intensity of their stares, and you know that she is feeling the same mix of pride and vulnerability that you felt earlier. Mydos leads Myrrine to the center of the dais, his voice filled with pride and possession. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Behold, my muse for the evening, the Princess of Eryx, Myrrine. She is a vision, is she not?">>The crowd murmurs their agreement, their eyes roaming over Myrrine's body with desire. You can see the flush of arousal on her cheeks, the way her body language shifts from shy to confident, owning her role as the muse. You turn to Croesus and Lysara, your voice low and filled with concern. <<dialogue "Philtra" "She looks... incredible. But I cannot help but feel that I should have been the one to do this.">><<if visited("AP120") > 0>>Lysara places a hand on your arm, her touch comforting. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Philtra, you made the right choice. Myrrine is strong, and she will handle this with grace. We are here to support her, no matter what.">><</if>>You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what is to come, knowing that Myrrine is in good hands. [[Let the auction begin!|AP150]]

You look around the auction hall, your eyes taking in the dazzling array of golden items on display. The royal men and women mill about, their voices hushed as they discuss the merits and allure of each piece. It dawns on you that this is more than just an auction; it is a gallery, a shrine to the obsession with gold that seems to consume these people. As you stand there, your vision filled in gold, you feel a sense of anticipation and excitement building within you. Slowly, a few brave souls approach, their eyes roaming over Myrrine's adorned body with desire. They reach out, their fingers hovering just above her jewelry, seeking permission to touch. Mydos, ever the gracious host, nods his assent.<<dialogue "Mydos" "Everything is for sale, my friends. Do not be shy. Explore, admire, and indulge.">>His words are met with smiles and eager nods, the tension in the air shifting from anticipation to something more primal. You feel a thrill of excitement, knowing that Myrrine is about to be touched, explored, and admired by everyone in the room. The first to approach is a tall, handsome man, his eyes gleaming with interest as he reaches out to touch the golden necklace that adorns Myrrine's neck. His fingers are gentle but firm, tracing the cool metal as he admires the craftsmanship.<<dialogue "Man" "Incredible workmanship. And the model is... breathtaking.">>Myrrine smiles, a slow, sensual curve of her lips, inviting his touch and his admiration.<<dialogue "Myrrine" "Thank you. I am here to be admired and enjoyed. Please, do not hesitate to explore.">>Next, a woman with white hair and piercing green eyes approaches, her hands reaching for the golden plastron that barely covers Myrrine's breasts. She squeezes gently, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through Myrrine's body as she pulls at the nipple rings, drawing gasps from her.<<dialogue "Woman" "May I?">>Myrrine nods, her breath coming in short, eager gasps.<<dialogue "Myrrine" "Please, do. I am here for your pleasure as much as my own.">>More hands join in, some gentle, some firm, all exploring and admiring. They pull at Myrrine's clitoral hood rings, sending waves of pleasure and sensation through her most sensitive area. They squeeze and caress, their touches full of desire. Myrrine does not care if they see her as a whore or as a princess of Eryx. She is here to enjoy this, to bask in the attention and the admiration. She invites their touches, her body arching and responding to each caress, each squeeze, each pull. The room is filled with the sounds of pleasure and admiration, the tinkling of bells, and the soft moans and gasps of those who dare to touch Myrrine. She is the center of it all, a golden goddess, a muse, a vision of desire and allure. You watch from the sidelines, with jealousy coursing through you as you see Myrrine embrace her role with such grace. [[Something catches your eye|AP151]]

As you keep an eye on Myrrine, you see a familiar golden lyre, the very one you presented to Mydos as a gift from King Basileos. Seeing it up for auction fills you with a surge of anger and betrayal. You scan the room, your eyes searching for your companions. Croesus and Lysara are mingling with the guests as they take in the scene unfolding before them. You lock eyes with Croesus, a silent plea for his help. Croesus approaches, his voice low and admiring as he takes in Myrrine's golden-adorned form. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Philtra! About Myrrine...">>You cut him off, your voice urgent and angry. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Croesus, the lyre. Get it before anyone else does. It is a gift from Olympia, and it should not be up for auction.">>Croesus nods, understanding the gravity of your request. He moves swiftly through the crowd, his eyes fixed on the lyre, determined to secure it before it falls into the wrong hands. <<if visited("AP120") > 0>>Lysara approaches Myrrine and you, her expression protective as she tries to ward off the royal men who surround Myrrine, their hands still roaming and exploring her body. Lysara tells Myrrine, <<dialogue "Lysara" "You do not have to endure this. Philtra should have chosen me to do this.">> Myrrine placed a hand on her arm, her voice gentle but firm. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Lysara, thank you for your thoughtfulness. But it is fine. I actually enjoy this attention. It is... liberating.">>Lysara's expression shifts from shock to a slow, knowing smile, a flicker of understanding and desire in her eyes. <<dialogue "Lysara" "I see. Well, then, enjoy yourself. I will be here if you need me.">><</if>>As you stand there, watching Myrrine being touched and admired, you begin to realize the true nature of this gathering. It is not an auction at all, but it is a free-for-all, a chance for the royal men and women to take whatever they desire. Slowly, the crowd starts to disperse, each person taking a golden item or two, their faces alight with greed and satisfaction. You watch as the lyre is taken, Croesus's determined expression a small comfort amidst the chaos. Then, you see hands on Myrrine's body, gentle but insistent, as they begin to remove the golden jewelry and ornaments that adorn her. Her necklaces are the first to go, the cool metal replaced by the warm touch of hands and the cool air of the hall. Next, her earrings are removed, lifting the weight from her lobes. Her nose ring follows, the pressure releasing, a small gasp escaping her lips as the sensation shifts. The golden plastron that barely covered her breasts is next, the weight pulling down no more as it is lifted away, leaving her nipples exposed and vulnerable. Her hip chain is removed, the bells falling silent, the weight lifting from her hips, leaving her feeling light and exposed. The nipple rings and clitoral hood rings are the last to go you can see a wave of sensation and relief washing over her in her eyes. As the last of the jewelry is removed, Myrrine stands there, completely naked, her body bare and exposed, the marks of the gold still visible on her skin, a reminder of the pleasure she experienced. The hall is now nearly empty, only a few select royals remaining, their eyes still roaming over Myrrine's body with desire. Myrrine stands tall, her head held high, a sense of pride and power radiating from her, knowing that she has fulfilled her role as a muse, and you are proud of her for it. [[Mydos speaks|AP152]]

As the night wears on and the hall empties, Mydos gathers the remaining royals around him, his voice filled with satisfaction and gratitude. <<dialogue "Mydos" "My friends, this has been one of the best days of my life. I thank each and every one of you for your presence and your... participation.">>The crowd murmurs their agreement, their faces flushed with the memories of the evening's events. Mydos turns to Myrrine, his eyes gleaming with something more primal. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Myrrine, my muse, you have outdone yourself. But there is one more thing I wish to do before we part ways. Turn around and spread your legs for me, would you?">>Myrrine complies, her body responding to his command with a thrill of anticipation and arousal. She turns, presenting her back to the crowd, and spreads her legs wide, bringing attention to her most intimate areas. Mydos approaches, his hands gentle but firm as he takes hold of the golden string that dangles from her anus. With a slow, deliberate pull, he removes the golden ball, the sensation sending waves of pleasure and relief through her body. <<dialogue "Mydos" "A true muse should be willing to give everything, and you, Myrrine, have given me a night I will never forget.">>He turns to you, his voice low and conspiratorial. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Philtra, I have a gift for you. A token of our newfound friendship and alliance.">>Your eyes widen in shock and embarrassment as Mydos places the golden ball in your hands, the string still damp with Myrrine's essence. You hesitate, your cheeks flushing a deep red, but then you accept it, a slow, understanding smile spreading across your face. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, I... thank you for this gift.">>With the night's events drawing to a close, Mydos turns to you, his expression serious and determined. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Philtra, I am leaving on a hunting trip soon. Once I return, we can restart the negotiations for the alliance. Until then, enjoy your stay in Sardis, and know that you have my utmost respect and admiration.">>You nod, a sense of relief and anticipation washing over her. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, I look forward to our future discussions. Thank you for this... enlightening experience.">>As the crowd begins to disperse, Myrrine takes a moment to redress. She looks like she feels a sense of satisfaction. With a final nod to you and your companions, she retires to her chambers. You watch her go, a sense of pride and relief washing over you. You know that Myrrine has fulfilled her role with grace and power, and you are grateful for her sacrifice. You make your way back to your own chambers. [[Retire to your room|AP146]]

You all enter the throne room, the grandeur of the chamber taking your breath away. King Mydos sits on his throne, his expression is one of anticipation as he eyes you with a calculating gaze.<<dialogue "Mydos" "Philtra, I have been waiting for your response. Have you found a muse for my auction?">>You step forward, your voice clear and confident. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, I have. Lysara, the royal courtesan in Olympia, will be your muse.">>Mydos's eyes widen in surprise, a flicker of delight passing over his features. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Lysara? How intriguing. Very well, I accept your offer. But let me make one thing clear: from this moment until the end of the auction, she will be treated as my muse, not as a envoy from Olympia. Do you understand the implications of this? Is she completely okay with this deal?">>You meet his gaze, your expression unyielding. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand, Your Majesty. Lysara is willing to help you in making sure your auction is successful. She agrees to your terms, and we just want to remind you that the negotiations for the alliance will restart once the auction is over.">>You know restarting the negotiations is irrelevant since the end goal is to get Croesus to sit on the throne. But you need Mydos to think you are desperate for that alliance. If you confidently refuse Mydos now, he will send you back to Olympia, and Croesus will not have enough time to work on his plan. Mydos nods, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Excellent! Your dedication is commendable. I look forward to seeing Lysara in action at the auction. Until then, she may prepare herself for the role that awaits her.">> [[Prepare for the auction|AP154]]

King Mydos dismisses you and your companions with a wave of his hand, his voice filled with authority. <<dialogue "Mydos" "The rest of you may retire to the hall in the east wing of the palace. Lysara will remain with me. The auction will begin shortly, and we will make our way to the hall when the time is right.">>Your companions exchange worried glances but comply, leaving Lysara alone with Mydos in the throne room. The heavy doors close behind you, and you are left in an uneasy silence, the weight of your decision settling over you like a shroud. As you make your way to the east wing, you cannot help but feel the anticipation. You turn to Croesus, your voice low and determined. <<dialogue "Philtra" "We must be ready to support Lysara in any way we can. Whatever happens, we will stand by her side.">> Croesus nods. <<if visited("AP120") > 0>><<dialogue "Myrrine" "Agreed!">><</if>><<dialogue "Croesus" "I will use my influence to ensure that the auction goes smoothly and that Lysara is treated with the respect she deserves.">>You enter the auction hall, the grandeur of the chamber taking your breath away. The room is filled with an air of anticipation and excitement, the royal guests milling about, their voices hushed as they discuss the upcoming event. You take your seats, your eyes fixed on the entrance, waiting for Mydos and Lysara to make their appearance. The tension in the air is palpable, and you are acutely aware of the role you have played in bringing this about. [[They arrive!|AP155]]

You stand in the auction hall, the grandeur of the chamber taking your breath away. The royal crowd is abuzz with anticipation, their voices hushed as they discuss the upcoming event. You can feel the tension in the air, and you know that the moment you have been preparing for is about to begin. Suddenly, the crowd parts, and Mydos enters with Lysara by his side. You gasp, your eyes widening in shock as you take in her appearance. Lysara is naked, her body adorned only with golden jewelry and ornaments. The clitoral hood rings and heavy nipple rings catch the light, drawing your eye to her most intimate areas. A flicker of jealousy surges through you as you realize that you should have taken Lysara's place, that you should be the one experiencing this level of attention from everyone. You can feel the weight of the crowd's gazes on Lysara, the intensity of their stares, and you know that she is feeling the same mix of pride and vulnerability that you felt earlier. Mydos leads Lysara to the center of the dais, his voice filled with pride and possession. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Behold, my muse for the evening, Lysara. She is a vision, is she not?">>The crowd murmurs their agreement, their eyes roaming over Lysara's body with desire. You can see the flush of arousal on her cheeks and the way her body language shifts from shy to confident, owning her role as the muse. You turn to Croesus, your voice low and filled with concern. <<dialogue "Philtra" "She looks... incredible. But I cannot help but feel that I should have been the one to do this.">><<if visited("AP120") > 0>>Myrrine who is standing next to Croesus, places a hand on your arm, her touch comforting. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Philtra, you made the right choice. Lysara is strong, and she will handle this with grace. We are here to support her, no matter what.">><</if>>You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what is to come, knowing that Lysara is in good hands. [[Let the auction begin!|AP156]]

You look around the auction hall, your eyes taking in the dazzling array of golden items on display. The royal men and women mill about, their voices hushed as they discuss the merits and allure of each piece. It dawns on you that this is more than just an auction; it is a gallery, a shrine to the obsession with gold that seems to consume these people. As you stand there, a vision in gold, you feel a sense of anticipation and excitement building within you. Slowly, a few brave souls approach, their eyes roaming over Lysara's adorned body with desire. They reach out, their fingers hovering just above her jewelry, seeking permission to touch. Mydos, ever the gracious host, nods his assent.<<dialogue "Mydos" "Everything is for sale, my friends. Do not be shy. Explore, admire, and indulge.">> His words are met with smiles and eager nods, the tension in the air shifting from anticipation to something more primal. You feel a thrill of excitement, knowing that Lysara is about to be touched, explored, and admired by everyone in the room. The first to approach is a tall, handsome man, his eyes gleaming with interest as he reaches out to touch the golden necklace that adorns Lysara's neck. His fingers are gentle but firm, tracing the cool metal as he admires the craftsmanship.<<dialogue "Man" "Incredible workmanship. And the model is... breathtaking.">>Lysara smiles, a slow, sensual curve of her lips, inviting his touch and his admiration.<<dialogue "Lysara" "Thank you. I am here to be admired and enjoyed. Please, do not hesitate to explore.">>Next, a woman with white hair and piercing green eyes approaches, her hands reaching for the golden plastron that barely covers Lysara's breasts. She squeezes gently, her touch sending shivers of pleasure through Lysara's body as she pulls at the nipple rings, drawing gasps from her throat.<<dialogue "Woman" "May I?">>Lysara nods, her breath coming in short, eager gasps.<<dialogue "Lysara" "Please, do. I am here for your pleasure as much as my own.">>More hands join in, some gentle, some firm, all exploring and admiring. They pull at Lysara's clitoral hood rings, sending waves of pleasure and sensation through her most sensitive area. They squeeze and caress, their touches full of desire. Lysara does not care if they see her as a whore. She is here to enjoy this, to bask in the attention and the admiration. She invites their touches, her body arching and responding to each caress, each squeeze, each pull. The room is filled with the sounds of pleasure and admiration, the tinkling of bells, and the soft moans and gasps of those who dare to touch Lysara. She is the center of it all, a golden goddess, a muse, a vision of desire and allure. You watch from the sidelines, with jealousy coursing through you as you see Lysara embrace her role with such grace. [[Something catches your eye|AP157]]

As you keep an eye on Lysara, you see a familiar golden lyre, the very one you presented to Mydos as a gift from King Basileos. Seeing it up for auction fills you with a surge of anger and betrayal. You scan the room, your eyes searching for your companions. Your companions are mingling with the guests as they take in the scene unfolding before them. You lock eyes with Croesus, a silent plea for his help. Croesus approaches, his voice low and admiring as he takes in Lysara's golden-adorned form. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Philtra! About Lysara...">>You cut him off, your voice urgent and angry. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Croesus, the lyre. Get it before anyone else does. It is a gift from Olympia, and it should not be up for auction.">>Croesus nods, understanding the gravity of your request. He moves swiftly through the crowd, his eyes fixed on the lyre, determined to secure it before it falls into the wrong hands. <<if visited("AP120") > 0>> Myrrine approaches Lysara and you, her expression protective as she tries to ward off the royal men who surround Lysara, their hands still roaming and exploring her body. Myrrine tells Lysara, <<dialogue "Myrrine" "You do not have to endure this. Philtra should have chosen me to do this.">>Lysara placed a hand on her arm, her voice gentle but firm. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Myrrine, thank you for your thoughtfulness. But it is fine. I actually enjoy this attention. It is... liberating.">>Myrrine's expression shifts from shock to a slow, knowing smile, a flicker of understanding and desire in her eyes. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I see. Well, then, enjoy yourself. I will be here if you need me.">>As you stand there, watching Lysara being touched and admired, you begin to realize the true nature of this gathering. It is not an auction at all, but it is a free-for-all, a chance for the royal men and women to take whatever they desire. <</if>> Slowly, the crowd starts to disperse, each person taking a golden item or two, their faces alight with greed and satisfaction. You watch as the lyre is taken, Croesus's determined expression a small comfort amidst the chaos. Then, you see hands on Lysara's body, gentle but insistent, as they begin to remove the golden jewelry and ornaments that adorn her. Her necklaces are the first to go, the cool metal replaced by the warm touch of hands and the cool air of the hall. Next, her earrings are removed, lifting the weight from her lobes. Her nose ring follows, the pressure releasing, a small gasp escaping her lips as the sensation shifts. The golden plastron that barely covered her breasts is next, the weight pulling down no more as it is lifted away, leaving her nipples exposed and vulnerable. Her hip chain is removed, the bells falling silent, the weight lifting from her hips, leaving her feeling light and exposed. The nipple rings and clitoral hood rings are the last to go you can see a wave of sensation and relief washing over her in her eyes. As the last of the jewelry is removed, Lysara stands there, completely naked, her body bare and exposed, the marks of the gold still visible on her skin, a reminder of the pleasure she experienced. The hall is now nearly empty, only a few select royals remaining, their eyes still roaming over Lysara's body with desire. Lysara stands tall, her head held high, a sense of pride and power radiating from her, knowing that she has fulfilled her role as a muse, and you are proud of her for it. [[Mydos speaks|AP158]]

As the night wears on and the hall empties, Mydos gathers the remaining royals around him, his voice filled with satisfaction and gratitude. <<dialogue "Mydos" "My friends, this has been one of the best days of my life. I thank each and every one of you for your presence and your... participation.">>The crowd murmurs their agreement, their faces flushed with the memories of the evening's events. Mydos turns to Lysara, his eyes gleaming with something more primal. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Lysara, my muse, you have outdone yourself. But there is one more thing I wish to do before we part ways. Turn around and spread your legs for me, would you?">>Lysara complies, her body responding to his command with a thrill of anticipation and arousal. She turns, presenting her back to the crowd, and spreads her legs wide, bringing attention to her most intimate areas. Mydos approaches, his hands gentle but firm as he takes hold of the golden string that dangles from her anus. With a slow, deliberate pull, he removes the golden ball, the sensation sending waves of pleasure and relief through her body. <<dialogue "Mydos" "A true muse should be willing to give everything, and you, Lysara, have given me a night I will never forget.">>He turns to you, his voice low and conspiratorial. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Philtra, I have a gift for you. A token of our newfound friendship and alliance.">>Your eyes widen in shock and embarrassment as Mydos places the golden ball in your hands, the string still damp with Lysara's essence. You hesitate, your cheeks flushing a deep red, but then you accept it, a slow, understanding smile spreading across your face. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, I... thank you for this gift.">>With the night's events drawing to a close, Mydos turns to you, his expression serious and determined. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Philtra, I am leaving on a hunting trip soon. Once I return, we can restart the negotiations for the alliance. Until then, enjoy your stay in Sardis, and know that you have my utmost respect and admiration.">>You nod, a sense of relief and anticipation washing over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, I look forward to our future discussions. Thank you for this... enlightening experience.">>As the crowd begins to disperse, Lysara takes a moment to redress. She looks like she feels a sense of satisfaction. With a final nod to you and your companions, she retires to her chambers. You watch her go, a sense of pride and relief washing over you. You know that Lysara has fulfilled her role with grace and power, and you are grateful for her sacrifice. You make your way back to your own chambers. [[Retire to your room|AP146]]

After the auction, everyone retires to their chambers for some well-deserved rest. The next morning, Croesus approaches you, his expression serious and determined. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Philtra, Mydos has begun his journey. My plan is now in motion.">> You look at him, a bit of concern in your eyes. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Croesus, do you intend to assassinate Mydos during the hunting trip? Make it seem like an animal attack?">>Croesus shakes his head, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. <<dialogue "Croesus" "No... There is no subtlety in that. My plan is far more sophisticated. Trust me.">>You nod, your trust in him unwavering. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Very well. What is the next step?">>Croesus leans in closer, his voice low and conspiratorial. <<dialogue "Croesus" "In three days, you and your companions must meet me at a cave on the outskirts of Sardis. I will explain everything there. Be ready.">>You meet his gaze, a sense of anticipation and resolve settling over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "We will be ready. I trust your judgment, Croesus.">> Soon after, you connect with Myrrine and Lysara and confirm the same. They both agree to your plan.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine, Lysara, I have spoken with Croesus. We need to be ready for the next phase of our mission. In three days, we must meet him at a cave on the outskirts of Sardis. Are you both prepared for this?">>Myrrine and Lysara exchange a glance, their expressions is one of resolve. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "We are with you, Philtra. Whatever Croesus has planned, we will see it through.">><<if visited("AP120") > 0>><<dialogue "Lysara" "Agreed. We trust Croesus and your leadership. We will be ready.">><<else>><<dialogue "Lysara" "Sure... Let me know once we are good to go, I guess.">><</if>>You nod, feeling a surge of gratitude and camaraderie. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, both of you. I do not know what awaits us there, but we need to be adaptable to overcome the challenge.">>With the plan set in motion, you all prepare for the upcoming rendezvous, knowing that the fate of your mission rests on the success of Croesus's strategy. [[Bide your time till then|AP159]]

Following your meeting with Croesus, you and your companions decide to immerse yourselves in the culture of Sardis, taking in the sights and sounds of this prosperous polis, as you have two days until Croesus's plan needs your involvement. Over the next two days, you visit the grand temples, their marble columns reaching towards the heavens, and listen to the priests as they chant ancient hymns, their voices echoing through the sacred halls. You wander through the bustling markets, where the air is filled with the aroma of exotic spices and the chatter of merchants haggling over prices. You notice that even the simplest of goods, like pottery, textiles, and fresh produce, are of a higher quality than what you're accustomed to in Olympia. The peasants and local merchants here seem to live with a level of comfort and prosperity that is almost unheard of back home. On your second day, you visit the royal garden some distance away from the palace, this opulent garden is a testament to the wealth of Lydia. You stroll along the manicured paths, admiring the lush greenery that seems to thrive despite the arid climate. A sense of awe and envy at the sheer extravagance of it all washes over you. As the sun sets, painting the sky in hues of gold and crimson, you and your companions return to your chambers, the weight of the upcoming day heavy on your minds. You know that tomorrow is the day when Croesus's plan will come to fruition, and the fate of Sardis and perhaps your own will be decided. That night, as you drift into a fitful sleep, a vision appears before you. The goddess Aphrodite in her ethereal form says,<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "Philtra, listen well. Tread carefully, for the path ahead is fraught with danger and deception. Take anything that has been offered to you, and use it to achieve your goal. Make smart choices">>You try to speak, to ask for more clarity, but your voice is lost in the dream. Aphrodite smiles sadly, as if understanding your unspoken questions.<<dialogue "Aphrodite" "I cannot reveal more, for the threads of fate are delicate and easily snared. But know this: your actions tomorrow will shape your destiny.">>With those cryptic words, Aphrodite fades from your sight, leaving you with a sense of foreboding and a renewed determination to face whatever the next day may bring. [[Bide your time till then|AP160]]

The next day, as the sun ascends over the horizon, Croesus reaches out to you and tells you, <<dialogue "Croesus" "Its time!">> He leaves to prepare the cart for the travel. You, and your companions, prepare yourselves and stand in the entrance of the palace. Croesus arrives in his royal cart, the horses prancing with an air of anticipation. You and your companions climb aboard, the cart setting off with a jolt, carrying you towards the unknown. As you approach the outskirts of Sardis, the landscape shifts from the opulent gardens and grand structures to a more rugged, untamed terrain. Croesus guides the cart with a sure hand, his eyes fixed on a distant point that only he can see. Finally, the cart comes to a halt, and you disembark, your eyes drawn to a cave nestled in the side of a hill. The entrance is flanked by two towering boulders, their surfaces adorned with ancient carvings that seem to dance in the dappled sunlight. Your instincts prickle as you take in the scene before you. King Mydos and his hunting party are gathered around the cave. You turn to Croesus, a question forming on your lips.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Croesus, what is going on? What is the plan here?">> Croesus leans in, his voice low and conspiratorial. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Unbeknownst to Mydos, I have captured a divine being within that cave, a satyr. I have told Mydos that if the satyr is satisfied, it can grant any boon that he desires.">> You gasp, the implications of his words sinking in. <<dialogue "Philtra" "But why not use this boon yourself to overthrow Mydos?">>Croesus shakes his head, a hint of caution in his eyes. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Any boon given by that satyr is a double-edged sword. It comes with a price, and I will steer clear of it at all costs.">> You nod, understanding the gravity of his words. The satyr's boon, while tempting, could very well be a curse in disguise. You realize Aphrodite's warning was about this. You turn your gaze back to Mydos, a sense of unease settling over you as you wonder what consequences this encounter might bring. [[Listen to Mydos's plan|AP161]]

Croesus guides the cart next to where Mydos stands, the wheels crunching on the gravel as it comes to a halt. Mydos turns, his eyes widening in recognition as he sees you and your companions. A smile spreads across his face, and he thanks Croesus with a nod of appreciation.<<dialogue "Mydos" "Croesus, my friend, you have outdone yourself. Thank you for bringing them here.">>Mydos turns to the gathered crowd, his voice carrying a note of excitement and anticipation. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Men, there is a divine satyr within this cave. If I satisfy it with three offerings, it will grant me a boon beyond my wildest dreams.">>He gestures to Croesus, who nods and retrieves two chests from the back of the cart. The first is filled with an array of delectable foods... succulent meats, ripe fruits, and the finest wines. The second chest, heavier and more imposing, is brimming with gold, the metal glinting in the sunlight. The crowd murmurs, their eyes flicking between the chests and the cave entrance, the unspoken understanding passing among them. The third offering, they know, is a woman. <<if (visited("AP121") > 0)>> Mydos turns to you, Lysara, and Myrrine, his expression kind but firm. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Ladies, one of you must volunteer to journey into the cave with me. Who will it be?">>Lysara and Myrrine exchange a glance, their faces pale with fear. You step forward, your voice steady and sure. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I will come with you, Your Majesty.">>You get close to both Lysara and Myrrine, a reassuring smile on your lips. Once close enough that it is out of the earshot of the rest of the men there, you say,<<dialogue "Philtra" "I knew this was going to happen. Do not worry about me. I will be fine and return soon. Lay low until I return.">>Lysara and Myrrine nod, their eyes shining with trust. You turn back to Mydos, who is more than happy to sacrifice anyone or anything to get his boon. You are ready to face whatever lies within the cave.<<dialogue "Mydos" "Very well, Philtra. Your bravery will not be forgotten.">>With the two chests in hand, you and Mydos enter the cave, the darkness enveloping you as the entrance swallows you whole. The air is cool and damp, the only sound the echo of your footsteps and the distant drip of water. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the encounter ahead, knowing that fate has brought you to this moment and that you must see it through. <<else>> Mydos turns to you and Lysara, his expression kind but firm. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Ladies, one of you must volunteer to journey into the cave with me. Who will it be?">>Lysara's faces pale with fear. You step forward, your voice steady and sure. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I will come with you, Your Majesty.">>You get close to Lysara with a reassuring smile on your lips. Once close enough that it is out of the earshot of the rest of the men there, you say,<<dialogue "Philtra" "I knew this was going to happen. Do not worry about me. I will be fine and return soon. Lay low until I return.">>Lysara nods. You turn back to Mydos, who is more than happy to sacrifice anyone or anything to get his boon. You are ready to face whatever lies within the cave.<<dialogue "Mydos" "Very well, Philtra. Your bravery will not be forgotten.">>With the two chests in hand, you and Mydos enter the cave, the darkness enveloping you as the entrance swallows you whole. The air is cool and damp, the only sound the echo of your footsteps and the distant drip of water. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the encounter ahead, knowing that fate has brought you to this moment and that you must see it through. <</if>> [[Steal yourself for what is to come|AP162]]

As you and Mydos venture deeper into the cave, the air grows colder, and the darkness becomes almost palpable. The only light comes from the flickering torches that line the walls, casting eerie shadows that dance and twist with every movement. Suddenly, the cave opens up into a larger chamber, and there, in the center, stands the satyr. His stout, slightly paunchy frame speaks of a life indulged in wine and feasting. The goat's face, with its twisted horns and pointed ears, regards you with an amused and knowing gaze. His lower body, a stark contrast to the human upper half, is that of a goat, with curved legs ending in hooves that click against the stone floor. You take in the sight with curiosity. The satyr's upper body, while slightly resembling a human man, is covered in a thick pelt of black hair, giving him an almost feral appearance. His goat-like phallus, inhumanely large and intimidating, hangs heavily between his legs, a testament to his divine and primal nature. Mydos, on the other hand, is visibly shaken. The sight of the satyr fills him with a primal fear, and he drops the chest of gold, the clatter of coins echoing through the chamber as they spill across the floor. His breath comes in short, ragged gasps, and his eyes are wide with terror.<<dialogue "Mydos" "By the gods... what is this creature? I knew what satyr would look like, but this....">>You place a reassuring hand on his arm, your voice steady and calm. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty. We must honor him with the offerings we have brought. The satyr might mistake your fear for disrespect and might get offended.">>The satyr's ears twitch at the sound of your voice, and he turns his gaze fully upon you, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his goatish features. His tail flicks playfully, and he regards you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.<<dialogue "Satyr" "Ah, a brave soul who does not cower at the sight of me. Welcome. And you, King Mydos of Lydia, do not be afraid for you were destined to be here today.">>You nod, a sense of resolve settling over you as you prepare to face whatever trials and revelations the satyr may bring. [[Provide the offerings to the satyr|AP163]]

Mydos, still visibly shaken, quickly retrieves the chest of gold, his hands trembling as he bows before the satyr, avoiding direct eye contact. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Oh... Great Satyr, I offer you this gold as a token of my respect and gratitude.">>You step forward, presenting the second chest, its contents a feast for the senses. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And I offer you this feast of meats, fruits, and the finest wines, to satisfy your appetite.">>The satyr's eyes gleam with approval as he surveys the offerings, his tail flicking with satisfaction. <<dialogue "Satyr" "You have brought me worthy gifts, King Mydos. I am pleased. Now, Mydos, ask of me any boon you desire, and it shall be granted.">>Mydos straightens, with greed in his eyes. <<dialogue "Mydos" "I wish for the power to turn anything I touch into gold.">>The satyr nods, a slow, enigmatic smile playing on his lips. <<dialogue "Satyr" "So be it. Your boon is granted.">>A tremor runs through Mydos's body, and he gasps, his eyes widening as he feels the power coursing through his veins. With a sense of wonder and disbelief, he bends down and picks up a rock, watching in amazement as it slowly transforms from a dull, ordinary stone to a gleaming, golden orb.<<dialogue "Mydos" "It... it works!">>He touches his clothes, and they too begin to shimmer and change, turning to gold while retaining their fabric-like quality. Mydos's laughter echoes through the cave, a sound of pure, unadulterated joy and power.<<dialogue "Satyr" "King Mydos, your wish is fulfilled. Now, everyone outside the cave must leave. This woman, will remain with me.">>Mydos nods, his mind already racing with the possibilities of his newfound ability. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Thank you, great Satyr. I will forever be grateful to you.">>With a final bow, Mydos rushes out of the cave, his shouts of glee and wonder echoing through the chamber as he rejoices in his golden touch. You turn to face the satyr, knowing that it's your turn now. [[Provide the offerings to the satyr|AP164]]

As Mydos's footsteps fade into the distance, you stand alone with the satyr, a sense of unease and anticipation washing over you. Silenus approaches, his hooves clicking against the stone floor as he circles you, his goatish eyes appraising you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.<<dialogue "Silenus" "Philtra, champion of Aphrodite. I know you well, and I am pleased that you have offered yourself to my pleasure.">>You start, surprised that he knows your name and your connection to the goddess. But then, you remind yourself that he is a divine being, privy to the secrets and happenings of the ethereal realm. Silenus stops before you, his tail flicking playfully as he presents you with two bowls, both filled with what appears to be wine. One is a deep, rich red, the other a pale, almost ethereal white.<<dialogue "Silenus" "Choose! This will grant you a boon beyond your imagining.">>You eye the bowls warily, your mind racing as you consider your options. You decide to play the only card you have, your wit and cunning.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Great Silenus, before I choose, I would know the nature of the boons each bowl offers. How can I make an informed decision without understanding the consequences?">>Silenus throws his head back and laughs, a sound that echoes through the cave, filled with amusement and a touch of mischief. <<dialogue "Silenus" "Ah, where is the fun in that? Champion of Aphrodite, the choice is yours, and yours alone. Trust in your instincts and choose the one that feels right to you.">> You meet his gaze, a sense of resolve settling over you as you realize that this is a test of faith and intuition. You reach out, your hand hovering over the two bowls, knowing that your choice will shape the course of your destiny. <<if $intellect > 4>> [[Choose the white wine|AP165]] [[Choose the red wine|AP166]] [[Refuse both the bowls|AP167]] <<else>> [[Choose the white wine|AP165]] [[Choose the red wine|AP166]] <</if>> Dev note: Important choice

You reach out, your hand steady as you select the bowl of red wine. The liquid is rich and velvety, and as it touches your lips, a surge of warmth spreads through your veins. The cave begins to spin, and your vision doubles, the satyr's form blurring and multiplying before your eyes. Silenus's voice cuts through the haze, his words clear and commanding. <<dialogue "Silenus" "Philtra, you have chosen the boon of Phrygian Frenzy. Every now and then, anyone in your presence may suddenly feel heightened arousal and an uncontrollable sexual urge towards you, striking at random intervals. This gift may serve you or betray you, for there is no pattern or reason to its onset. You will need to use your wit to navigate and to manage the other's urges.">>You try to speak, to ask for more details, but your words slur and your thoughts scatter like leaves in a storm. The wine's power is intoxicating, and you feel yourself drifting into a trance, your consciousness ebbing away like the tide. Silenus's voice is a low growl in your ear. <<dialogue "Silenus" "And remember, I will take my pleasure from you, and none of the boons that may have granted by Aphrodite will protect you from my will.">>Your last coherent thought is a swirl of confusion and resignation as you succumb to the wine's hold, your body and mind slipping from your grasp. <<set $phrygianFrenzy = true>> [[Surrender to Silenus's desire|AP168]]

You stand before the two bowls, your mind racing as you weigh your options. Something in you rebels against the unknown, and you make a split-second decision, stepping back from both offerings. Silenus watches you, his expression unreadable, as you decline to choose. <<dialogue "Silenus" "Ah, Philtra, you are a clever one. You have chosen neither, and thus, you will receive no boon from me. But I admire your wit, and so, I offer you this: a bowl of simple water.">> You take the bowl, the liquid clear and cool, and drink deeply. Almost immediately, a strange sensation washes over you, a blend of dizziness and detachment. The cave begins to spin, and your vision blurs, the satyr's form wavering before your eyes. Silenus leans in, his voice a low rumble. <<dialogue "Silenus" "And know this, Philtra: I will take my pleasure from you, and none of the boons bestowed upon you by Aphrodite will shield you from my desires. Your flesh was sacrificed to me, for my pleasure.">> Your last coherent thought is a sense of acceptance and curiosity as you surrender to the liquid's effect, your body and mind slipping into a half-conscious state, ready to face whatever comes next. [[Surrender to Silenus's desire|AP168]]

You reach out, your hand trembling slightly as you select the bowl of white wine. The liquid is cool and smooth as it slides down your throat, and almost immediately, a warm, tingling sensation spreads through your body. Your vision blurs, and the world around you begins to spin, the cave walls dancing and twisting in a kaleidoscope of colors. Silenus's voice reaches you from a distance, his words echoing in your mind. <<dialogue "Silenus" "Philtra, you have chosen the boon of Naxian Rapture. Every now and then, you will experience heightened arousal and an uncontrollable sexual urge, striking at random intervals. This gift may aid you or hinder you, for there is no logic or reason to its onset. You will need to use your self-control to bear and to master this boon.">>You try to respond, to ask for clarification, but your tongue feels heavy and your thoughts are muddled. The wine's effect is overwhelming, and you find yourself slipping into a trance, your consciousness fading like a candle flame in the wind. Silenus leans in, his breath hot on your ear. <<dialogue "Silenus" "And know this, I will take my pleasure from you, and none of the boons that may have been bestowed upon you by Aphrodite will shield you from my desires.">> Your last coherent thought is one of acceptance as you surrender to the wine's embrace, your body and mind no longer your own. <<set $naxianRapture = true>> [[Surrender to Silenus's desire|AP168]]

Silenus approaches you with a predatory gleam in his eyes, his hooves clicking against the stone floor as he circles you like a hunter stalking its prey. With deliberate slowness, he begins to undress you, his large, calloused hands exploring every inch of your skin as he peels away your garments. Your half-conscious state allows you to feel every touch, every caress, but you are powerless to respond, your body a willing vessel for his desires. His palms, broad and rough, easily cover your ample breasts, squeezing and kneading them with a possessive intensity. You can feel the heat of his body, the coarse hair of his chest brushing against your sensitive nipples, sending shivers of anticipation and fear coursing through you. Silenus leans down, his goatish lips capturing one of your nipples, sucking and nibbling with a ferocity that makes you gasp. Silenus's goat-like phallus, a monstrous appendage as long and thick as your arm, juts out from his loins, a testament to his divine and primal nature. You gaze at it in awe, wondering how something so immense could possibly fit inside you. But as he positions himself between your legs, you feel a strange, intoxicating warmth spreading through your body, a residual effect of the liquid you consumed. It numbs you to pain, heightening your pleasure to almost unbearable levels. <<bounce>>With a slow, deliberate thrust, Silenus enters you, his phallus stretching and filling you in a way you've never experienced before. You gasp, the sensation overwhelming, a blend of pleasure and pressure that borders on pain. But the liquid's effect is potent, and all you feel is an intense, all-consuming ecstasy that radiates from your core, spreading through every nerve ending in your body.<</bounce>> Silenus moves with a rhythm that is both animalistic and hypnotic, his hips grinding against yours as he takes you with a ferocity that leaves you breathless. He explores every inch of you, his hands roaming over your body, squeezing, caressing, and claiming. He flips you onto your hands and knees, entering your quim from behind, his hooves digging into your flesh as he drives into you with a primal intensity. He keeps going until he finishes inside you with a few powerful and slow thrusts. You can feel your stomach being filled with his seed. He pulls out, his phallus glistening with both your juices, the rest of his seed in your stomach rushing out and pouring out of your quim. He then guides it to your mouth. You part your lips, taking him in, your tongue swirling around his length as he takes your mouth with the same relentless rhythm. You can taste the saltiness of his seed, a precursor to the explosion that is to come. He does not go all the way in, as he knows your body cannot handle it. You can feel the goat-like phallus rubbing against the back of your throat, bulging it with every thrust. He finishes inside your mouth, some of the seed escaping out of your mouth with the rest directly being injected into your throat. <<shake>>Silenus then pulls out of your mouth. He flips you over again, a low growl escaping his throat as he positions himself at your rear entrance. With a gentle but insistent pressure, he pushes in, stretching your anus, filling you in a way that sends waves of pleasure and sensation crashing through you. He moves slowly at first, allowing you to adjust to his size, but soon picks up speed, his hips slapping against your arse with a wet, smacking sound.<</shake>> He continues to use you, his stamina seemingly endless, switching between your mouth, your quim, and your arse with a skill and precision that leaves you dizzy with pleasure. He is satisfied with filling your insides with his seed. With each following orgasm after that, he pulls out in time and shoots his seed, thick ropes of it, aiming at you, coating your body, marking you as his. It spills from your mouth, your quim, and your arse, a viscous, warm reminder of his possession over you. Now, he seems to be focused on coating your skin entirely with his seed. [[Selinus admires the results of his efforts|AP169]]

After what feels like an eternity, you begin to regain feeling in your limbs, your body aching and sated. Silenus, sensing your return to consciousness, pulls out of you, his phallus still semi-hard and glistening. He stands back, his breath ragged, and surveys his handiwork with a satisfied smirk.<<dialogue "Silenus" "Philtra, look at you, covered in my seed. So much is dripping from you that you could drown in it. This will forever be a proof of our union. I liked taking you... Aphrodite chose well. You are made for this. Embracing this will get you far in life.">>He reaches out, his fingers tracing the paths of his seed as it runs down your body, coating your stomach, your legs, your face, and even your hair. He gathers some of it, rubbing it into your skin, ensuring that you are thoroughly marked.<<dialogue "Silenus" "Remember this, our paths will cross again. Until then, enjoy the memories of our time together. Also, one more thing... if Mydos wishes to be rid of his boon, which I am sure he will sooner rather than later. Ask him to dip himself in the river Pactolus and walk downstream until he reaches a waterfall. There, he will slowly lose his power. A">> With that, he turns and leaves, his hooves echoing in the cave as he disappears into the darkness, leaving you alone to recover and make your way back to the palace of Sardis, your body marked and your mind forever changed by the encounter. [[Wake up|AP170]]

You slowly regain consciousness, your body aching and sated from the intense encounter with Silenus. The first thing you notice is the sticky residue of his seed coating your skin, a visceral reminder of today's events. You reach for the bowl of water and the remaining wine, using them to cleanse yourself, rinsing away the evidence of your union with the satyr. As you bathe, you are surprised to find that despite the immense size of Silenus's phallus, you feel no pain or discomfort. Your body, it seems, has been prepared for such an encounter, either by the power of the liquid you consumed or by some inherent ability within you. You wonder at this, your mind racing with questions and curiosities. Was it the wine that granted you this resilience, or is it something more, a gift from Aphrodite or the gods themselves? You dress quickly, your movements efficient and purposeful. The garments feel strange against your skin, a stark contrast to the raw, primal sensations you felt earlier. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the journey ahead, and step out of the cave, your eyes adjusting to the soft light of dawn. To your surprise, the area outside the cave is deserted. The remnants of the gathering... torches, scattered offerings, and the faint scent of incense are the only signs that anyone was ever there. You realize with a start that everyone must have returned to the palace, leaving you alone on the outskirts of Sardis. The palace is a long way off, but you are driven by curiosity. You need to see Croesus to understand how he plans to handle Mydos and his newfound power. With a determined stride, you set off, your mind racing with the possibilities. As you run, the cool morning air whipping past you, you can't help but think of the satyr's final words. His promise of a future encounter lingers in your mind, a tantalizing and terrifying prospect. But for now, you focus on the present, on the task at hand, to get to Mydos and Croesus. [[Run to the palace!|AP171]]

You sprint from the outskirts of Sardis into the polis, your heart pounding with urgency. The guard at the polis gate recognizes you, his eyes widening with surprise and understanding. Without a word, he hands you the reins of a horse, a gesture of trust and support. <<dialogue "Guard" "Take this, my lady. I know you are the herald of Olympia. I see the urgency in your eyes. May the gods speed your journey.">> You mount the horse with practiced ease, your father's teachings from your childhood guiding your movements. The horse responds to your touch, its muscles rippling beneath you as you urge it into a gallop, the wind whipping through your hair and stinging your eyes. As you ride towards the palace, you notice something peculiar in the marketplace and along the streets. New gold statues stand proudly, their surfaces gleaming in the morning light. You frown, trying to reconcile this with your memories of just a few hours earlier when you rode with Croesus. There were no such statues then. A chill runs down your spine as realization dawns on you. These are not sculptures crafted by skilled artisans but living people, turned to gold by Mydos's touch. The boon he sought has become a curse, a relentless force that transforms everything he touches into a lifeless, golden shell. You think of Croesus's plan, his cunning strategy to use Mydos's own power against him. It's clear now that things are unfolding as he intended, but at what cost? You worry for your companions, whom you asked to lay low until your return. Are they safe? Have they fallen victim to Mydos's golden touch? Your horse carries you swiftly to the palace, its grand walls looming before you. As you dismount and enter the palace grounds, you are struck by the sheer amount of gold that now adorns every surface. Statues, decorations, and even the very floors seem to shimmer with an otherworldly luster, a reminder of the power that Mydos now wields. [[Where is Mydos?|AP172]]

You rush to the throne room. As you approach, you see that the doors are locked from the outside, and Croesus stands there with a contingent of guards, his expression grave and determined. <<if (visited("AP121") < 1)>><<dialogue "Philtra" "Croesus, what is happening? Where is Lysara?"> <<else>> <<dialogue "Philtra" "Croesus, what is happening? Where are Myrrine and Lysara?">><</if>> Croesus turns to you, his eyes filled with a sense of relief and urgency. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Safe! laying low, just as you instructed. But we have a more pressing matter at hand. Mydos's power is growing, and he is turning more people into gold statues with each passing moment. We must act now to end this before it's too late.">> You nod, understanding the gravity of the situation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do you intend to do?">> Croesus's grip tightens on the hilt of his sword, his voice steady and resolute. <<dialogue "Croesus" "I intend to end Mydos's suffering with my sword. It is the only way to ensure that no one else falls victim to his curse.">>You are faced with a crucial choice. You remember Silenus's words, the secret he shared with you about how Mydos can be cured of his golden touch. You could reveal this to Mydos, giving him a chance to redeem himself and save those he has already turned to gold. Or you could let Croesus carry out his plan, ending Mydos's life and putting an end to his destructive power. The weight of your decision presses down on you, the fate of Sardis and its people hanging in the balance. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever path you choose, knowing that your actions will shape the future of this kingdom. [[Help Mydos redeem himself|AP173]] [[Help Croesus kill Mydos|AP174]]

You take a deep breath, your heart heavy with the weight of your decision. You choose to give Mydos a chance at redemption, sparing him from the swift justice of Croesus's sword. With a nod to Croesus, you approach the throne room, your steps cautious and measured. As you enter, you find Mydos sobbing, his body wracked with despair. The once-opulent throne room is now a golden prison, every surface and object transformed into lifeless, gleaming metal. Even Mydos's food and wine are golden, their surfaces unblemished and untouchable, dooming him to a slow and agonizing death by starvation. You and Croesus maintain a safe distance, ensuring that you do not fall victim to Mydos's cursed touch. Croesus's sword is at the ready, a silent promise of the fate that awaits Mydos should he refuse your offer. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, listen to me. Do not touch anything, and walk your way to the river Pactolus. It is nearby. Dip yourself in it and continue walking downstream until you reach a waterfall. There, you will gradually lose your power. Once you lose your power, you can touch everything again without any consequences.">>Mydos looks up, his eyes red and swollen, a glimmer of hope flickering in their depths. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Philtra, is this true? Can I be saved?">>You nod, your expression softening with a sense of pity and resolve. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, but you must learn your lesson, Mydos. Once you lose your power, forget about the kingdom and live out your days as a nameless peasant, atoning for the evil you have done.">> Mydos bows his head, a single tear rolling down his cheek. <<dialogue "Mydos" "I understand. I will do as you say. I will never set foot in Lydia again. Thank you for your mercy.">>With that, Mydos turns and leaves the throne room, his steps heavy with the burden of his past actions and the promise of a humble future. You watch him go, a sense of relief and satisfaction washing over you. Croesus approaches you, his voice filled with a newfound respect. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Philtra, your kindheartedness has spared Mydos from a swift death, and for that, I am in your debt. I have learned an important lesson today, and I will ensure that I do not repeat Mydos's mistakes.">> <<if (visited("AP121") < 1)>> [[Check on your companions|AP194]] <<else>> [[Check on your companions|AP175]] <</if>>

You steel yourself, your heart hardened by the extent of Mydos's greed and the suffering he has caused. You choose not to offer him a chance at redemption, deeming his actions unforgivable. With a nod to Croesus, you enter the throne room, your steps purposeful and unyielding. Inside, you find Mydos sobbing, his body wracked with despair. The throne room is a golden tomb, every surface and object transformed into lifeless, gleaming metal. Even Mydos's food and wine are golden, their surfaces unblemished and untouchable, sealing his fate to a slow and agonizing death by starvation. You and Croesus maintain a safe distance, ensuring that you do not fall victim to Mydos's cursed touch. Croesus's sword is at the ready, a silent promise of the justice that is about to be served. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mydos, accept your fate. It is time you realize the consequences of your greed.">>Mydos looks up, his eyes wide with defiance. <<dialogue "Mydos" "No, Philtra! I cannot die like this! I am the king!">>You shake your head, your expression unyielding. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your title means nothing now, Mydos. You have brought this upon yourself, and there is no escaping it.">>Mydos's defiance crumbles, replaced by a resigned acceptance of his fate. He nods slowly, a single tear rolling down his cheek. After a long silence. He says,<<dialogue "Mydos" "Very well. I accept my death. But please, make it quick.">>Croesus steps forward, his sword held high. With a cautious but determined stride, he approaches Mydos, his eyes locked on his target. In a swift, fluid motion, he plunges his sword into Mydos's chest, the blade piercing flesh and bone with a sickening crunch. Mydos gasps, his body convulsing with pain, but he does not resist or fight back. As the life fades from his eyes, his body begins to transform, turning to gold before your very eyes. The golden statue of Mydos stands for a moment, a grotesque parody of his former self, before slowly cracking and breaking into a million pieces, scattering across the floor like shimmering rain. Croesus approaches the remnants of Mydos, his sword at the ready. With a tentative touch, he probes the golden fragments, hoping that the curse has died with Mydos. Thankfully, he remains unchanged, his skin and clothes untouched by the golden touch. He turns to you, a golden sword in his hand, a symbol of the justice that has been served. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Philtra, you have secured the throne for me, and for that, I am eternally grateful. I have learned an important lesson today, and I will ensure that I do not repeat Mydos's mistakes.">> He offers you the golden sword, a gesture of respect and gratitude. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Take this, as a souvenir of our victory and a reminder of our alliance.">>You accept the sword, its weight a tangible reminder of the choices you have made and the path that lies ahead. <<if (visited("AP121") < 1)>> [[Check on your companions|AP194]] <<else>> [[Check on your companions|AP175]] <</if>>

Croesus turns to you. <<dialogue "Croesus" "With Mydos's reign at an end, I will be crowned as the new king of Lydia. Your role in this has been invaluable, and for that, I am forever in your debt.">>You nod, a sense of satisfaction and relief washing over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am glad to have been of service. What of my companions and me? What is our next step?">>Croesus smiles, a glint of excitement in his eyes. <<dialogue "Croesus" "You can get together with your friends and take rest for today. Prepare to sail tomorrow morning.">>You frown, confusion clouding your features. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Sail, Croesus? What do you mean?">>He leans in, his voice low and conspiratorial. <<dialogue "Croesus" "The financial aspect is a big factor in our alliance, I know that. The cart you came in cannot house all the gold I am giving to Olympia. A ship will be more suitable for transporting such wealth.">>Your eyes widen in shock and awe. The generosity of Croesus's gesture is overwhelming, a testament to the strength of the alliance between Lydia and Olympia. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Croesus, your generosity knows no bounds. Thank you for this incredible gift. Olympia will remember this.">> <<if visited("AP120") > 0>> With a final nod of gratitude, you make your way to the guest rooms, your mind racing with the events of the day and the promise of a new beginning. As you approach the chambers, you find Lysara and Myrrine waiting for you.<<dialogue "Lysara" "Philtra, we've been so worried! What happened? Is everything alright?">>You take a deep breath, steeling yourself to relay the events that have unfolded. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mydos is no longer the king, and Croesus will be crowned as the new king. Our alliance with Lydia is secure, and Croesus has shown us incredible generosity. We are to sail back to Olympia tomorrow morning, carrying with us a wealth beyond our wildest dreams.">>Myrrine and Lysara exchange glances, their eyes shining with disbelief. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "This is incredible. Your bravery and wisdom have secured a future for Olympia.">>You smile, a sense of pride and accomplishment swelling within you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "We did this together, my friends. I am so happy that I brought you along on this journey. Now, let us rest and prepare for the journey ahead. Tomorrow, we sail for a new dawn.">> With that, you retire to your chambers, your hearts filled with hope and your minds already dreaming of the possibilities that await you in Olympia. <<else>> With a final nod of gratitude, you make your way to the guest rooms, your mind racing with the events of the day and the promise of a new beginning. As you approach the chambers, you find Lysara and Myrrine waiting for you. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself to relay the events that have unfolded. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mydos is no longer the king, and Croesus will be crowned as the new king. Our alliance with Lydia is secure, and Croesus has shown us incredible generosity. We are to sail back to Olympia tomorrow morning, carrying with us a wealth beyond our wildest dreams.">> Myrrine and Lysara exchange glances, but unlike before, Lysara's expression is one of disdain rather than excitement. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "This is incredible. Your bravery and wisdom have secured a future for Olympia.">> You smile, a sense of pride and accomplishment swelling within you, but it is tempered by Lysara's lack of enthusiasm. You address Myrrine and say <<dialogue "Philtra" "We did this together. I am so happy that I brought you along on this journey. Now, let us rest and prepare for the journey ahead. Tomorrow, we sail for a new dawn.">> Lysara, however, remains silent, her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. You turn to her, your voice tinged with anger and disappointment. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Lysara, is there something wrong? You seem less than thrilled about our success.">> Lysara's voice betrays her and displays her anger and fear she is trying to hide. <<dialogue "Lysara" "This is not how it is supposed to go down. I... The dowager queen will not be happy about us involving ourselves in a coup. Now you have doomed me too, I will be considered guilty by association. All my hard work is now undone. thanks to you.">> Myrrine steps in, her voice firm and admonishing. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Lysara, that's enough. I have had enough of you being a thorn in our side. Philtra has worked tirelessly to secure this alliance, and your negativity is unwarranted. We should be celebrating our success, not dwelling on petty grievances. You never wanted this alliance, did you?">>You nod. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine is right, Lysara. Your attitude is ungrateful and uncalled for. We have achieved something remarkable here, and I expected more support from you, unless you were hoping this alliance would not take root.">> Lysara does not respond and storms off. You ask Myrrine to take some rest too. With that, you retire to your chambers, your heart heavy with the weight of Lysara's negativity. Despite the promise of a new dawn, the shadows of discord linger, casting a pall over the otherwise triumphant return to Olympia. <</if>> <<if visited("AP120") > 0>> [[Retire to your chambers|AP176]] <<else>> [[Retire to your chambers|AP185]] <</if>>

As you drift into sleep, your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and memories. Elara's words echo in your ears, a constant reminder of the task she set before you: to get rid of Lysara. You ponder the idea, considering if Croesus agrees to take care of Lysara and keep her here in Sardis before you leave. Without Lysara's support, the dowager queen would be vulnerable, and your path to securing Olympia's future would be clearer. But as you lie there, the weight of your decision pressing down on you, you find yourself torn. Lysara, despite her initial hostility, has shown moments of vulnerability and kindness. You wonder if she is truly evil or merely misguided, a pawn in the dowager queen's schemes. The thought of redeeming her, of turning her into an ally, is tempting. Perhaps, on the journey back to Olympia, you could open her heart and mind, showing her the error of her ways and the true path to loyalty and honor. You toss and turn, your sleep fitful and restless, as you grapple with the choices before you. In the end, you drift off, your mind unresolved, the weight of your decision hanging heavy in your dreams. The next morning, you awaken with a start at the first light of dawn. You dress quickly, your movements efficient and purposeful, and make your way to the harbor. There, you find Croesus waiting for you.<<dialogue "Croesus" "Philtra, I am glad you could make it on time. Your ship awaits, and with it, the future of Olympia. I have ensured that all your companions and your horses are safely aboard.">>You nod, your gaze sweeping over the harbor, taking in the sight of the ship that will carry you home. <<if (visited("AP121") > 0)>>As you approach, you see Myrrine standing on the deck, her eyes bright with anticipation. Beside her are Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, their presence is comforting.<<else>>As you approach, you see Thrasybulos and Eudoxos standing on the deck, their eyes bright with anticipation.<</if>> A curious question strikes your mind about Croesus, you ask. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I was wondering about Silenus, Satyr. How did you manage to locate and trap him there?">> He gives a knowing smile. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Plutus. I was guided well. I did not trap Silenus, by the way, I'm not sure if anyone can. It's fate. It's about being at the right place at the right time.">> He does not elaborate, and then suddenly something strikes his mind. <dialogue "Croesus" "I almost forgot to ask. I need a favor from you. Once you're back in Olympia, I need you to look for Eamon and remove him and place someone else whom you can trust as the head of the merchant guild. I know the alliance between our kingdoms is reliant on the finances, and handling the merchant guild Olympia is a big factor in it. Hope you understand my request.">> This confuses you at first, you were intending to clean up the court anyway, and this might be a good place to start. You agree with him. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Sure... I will look into it and see what I can do. You can count on me.">> He nods in gratitude. You know who Eamon is, he is your childhood friend Kaelen's father. You realize removing Eamon from his position while adhering to Aphrodite's code of non-violence will be a tough task. <<if visited("The proposal to Eamon") > 0>> You think back to your time with both Kaelen and Eamon. You might need your seductive skills to overcome this odd. <</if>> But your attention is drawn to the figures approaching you from the shore. Lysara walks some distance behind Croesus, her steps measured and her expression unreadable. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the choice that lies before you. You meet her gaze, with the uncertainty swirling within you. The time for decision has come, and the fate of your alliance, your friendship, and your kingdom hangs in the balance. [[Betray Lysara and leave her here|AP177]] [[Trust Lysara and taker her with you|AP178]]

You take a deep breath, your resolve hardening as you make your choice. Lysara, despite her recent change in demeanor, is not to be trusted. You pull Croesus aside, ensuring that your conversation is out of earshot from the others.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Croesus, I need a favor. I promised the kingdom of Eryx that Lysara would be taken care of. I need you to request that she stay back in Sardis. She is likely to form a spy network and pull strings that could jeopardize our alliance.">>Croesus nods, understanding the gravity of your request. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Consider it done. I will keep her isolated and ensure that she does not cause any trouble. If she steps out of line, she will pay for it with her life.">>You feel a pang of guilt, but your conscience is clear. You have not directly harmed Lysara, and you have upheld Aphrodite's rule of nonviolence. As Lysara approaches, you put on a gracious smile, hiding the turmoil within you. Croesus steps forward, addressing Lysara with a formal tone. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Lysara, Philtra and I have discussed your role in our new alliance. I would be honored if you stayed back in Sardis to help me manage the kingdom. Your expertise and loyalty would be invaluable to us.">>Croesus extends his hand, offering you the stamped letter that is meant for Basileos. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Please, deliver this to King Basileos. It contains our agreement and the terms of our alliance.">> You receive it graciously and notice that Lysara's eyes are welling up with tears as she realizes the depth of your betrayal. She says nothing, her silence a testament to the shock and pain she feels. You bid them both farewell, your heart heavy but your mind made up.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Farewell, Croesus. Farewell, Lysara. May the gods watch over you both.">>With that, you board the ship, the crew casting off the ropes as the vessel begins to pull away from the shore. You stand at the railing, watching as Sardis fades into the distance, a blend of relief and sadness washing over you as you leave behind the complexities of your choices and the weight of your actions. [[Time to leave!|AP179]]

You take a deep breath as you make your choice. You decide to trust Lysara, believing that she can be an ally in your fight against the dowager queen. You turn to Croesus, ready to embark on your journey home. Croesus hands you a stamped letter, his expression serious and solemn. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Philtra, please deliver this to King Basileos. It contains the details of our alliance and the terms we have agreed upon.">>You take the letter, your fingers tracing the seal as you commit to memory the importance of your mission. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Croesus. I will ensure that Basileos receives this and understands the significance of our alliance.">> You bid Croesus farewell, your voice filled with gratitude and respect. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Farewell. May the gods bless you and your reign.">>As you board the ship, you find Lysara waiting for you on the deck, her eyes bright with anticipation and a glimmer of something more... hope, perhaps, or a renewed sense of purpose. You approach her, your steps steady and sure. She says,<<dialogue "Lysara" "Philtra, I am glad to have made this journey with you. I have learnt a lot in my time here.">>You nod, a sense of camaraderie and shared purpose settling over you as the ship begins to pull away from the shore. You stand at the railing, watching as Sardis recedes into the distance, your mind already racing with the plans and strategies you will need to implement upon your return. [[Time to leave!|AP180]]

The journey back to the shores of Olympia is uneventful, the sea calm and the winds favorable. You find yourself standing at the bow of the ship, the salt spray stinging your cheeks as you gaze out at the endless expanse of water stretching before you. The full moon hangs low in the sky, its silver light casting a path across the waves, a reminder of the passage of time and the looming threat that awaits your homeland. You still feel a tad bit guilty about betraying Lysara. You turn to Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, their faces etched with the weariness of travel. You recount the happenings in Sardis, your voice low and measured as you describe the fall of Mydos and the rise of Croesus. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Philtra, you have done well. The kingdom of Lydia is a powerful ally, and with Dysnomia also by our side, Olympia stands a chance against the impending war. You have done well in handling Lysara. I never liked her or the dowager queen.">> You nod, a sense of pride and accomplishment swelling within you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Four full moons ago, we had no concrete alliances. Now, we have two kingdoms pledged to our cause. But we must not rest on our laurels. There are only six full moons until the war is upon us, and we must use this time wisely to prepare and strengthen our defenses. More importantly, clean the court of traitorous scum.">>Eudoxos chimes in, his eyes reflecting the moonlight as he gazes out at the horizon. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "You are right, Philtra. We have made considerable progress.">>As you stand there, the three of you united in purpose and resolve, you feel a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness of the impending conflict. [[Back in Olympia|AP181]]

The journey back to Olympia is filled with the hum of conversation and the rustle of sails as the wind carries you home. You find yourself in deep discussion with Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, recounting the events of Sardis and how you forged the alliance. Suddenly, Lysara approaches, her steps hesitant but her eyes filled with urgency and vulnerability. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Philtra, may I have a moment of your time? In private, if you please.">>Thrasybulos and Eudoxos exchange a glance, understanding the unspoken request. They nod and step away, giving you and Lysara the space you need.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Of course, Lysara. What is it?">>Lysara takes a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Philtra, It is time I confessed. I have been meaning to say this since we landed here. I was finally away from her. I wanted to say this now since once I am back in Olympia, I might never get the courage to say this again. The dowager queen, Klytemnaestra, is a follower of the chaos god Eris, the sister of Ares. She possesses an artifact, a discordant apple, that tells her everything, even our most private matters. She might even know about our conversation right now. I do not know exactly how it works. She just knows things. She was the one who told me about you and that is why I confronted you on your way to your parent's chambers.">>You gasp, the revelation sending a chill down your spine. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The discordant apple? I saw her with it, but I did not know its true nature. This changes everything.">>Lysara nods, her eyes shining with fear. <<dialogue "Lysara" "There is more. I need to confess to my crime.... I grew up with my brother Lysandro, since both our parents abandoned us, he... he molested me every day. One day, I had enough and stabbed him to death. Klytemnaestra knows this and has been blackmailing me with the truth ever since. That is why I am subservient to her. You know killing your kin is the worst crime you could be accused of. In my case, that accusation would be warranted. That is how I was cornered. I only helped her because of this.">>You reach out, pulling Lysara into a comforting embrace, your heart aching for the pain she has endured. Your hug turns into a kiss, hoping she feels a sense of support and understanding. Lysara pulls back, her eyes welling up with tears of gratitude.<<dialogue "Lysara" "Thank you... Thank you for believing me and for your kindness. Will you promise to protect me from Klytemnaestra? I know what you are capable of. Only you can protect me from here. You can... if you wanted to. Promise me!">>You nod, your resolve unyielding. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I promise, Lysara. I will protect you with my life. Together, we will take down Klytemnaestra and save Olympia from the war.">>Lysara's face lights up with hope. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Then I vow to stand by your side, Philtra. Once we return, we will work together to take over the court from Klytemnaestra and bring an end to her reign of chaos.">>As you stand there, united in purpose and trust, you feel a renewed sense of strength and resolve. [[Back in Olympia|AP182]]

The ship cuts through the waves with a sense of finality, the shores of Olympia coming into view, a sight that fills you with a sense of relief and anticipation. As the vessel docks, you are greeted by a familiar and welcoming sight: Basileos, your king, and your parents, their faces a blend of joy and concern. You disembark, your steps quick and purposeful, as you make your way to Basileos. With a formal bow, you present him with the stamped letter from Croesus, your voice low and respectful. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileoss, I bring you greetings and a letter from King Croesus of Lydia. Our alliance is secure, and the future of Olympia is brighter than ever.">> Basileos takes the letter, his eyes scanning the seal with curiosity. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, I am overjoyed to see you safe and sound. It has been three full moons since you left, and I must admit, I began to worry. But you have returned with news that fills my heart with hope.">>You lean in, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Also, I have ensured that Lysara will no longer be a threat. She is staying back in Sardis, ostensibly to help Croesus manage the kingdom, but in truth, she is a prisoner there. She will not be able to spy or aid Mnemonides or any other traitors in the court.">>Basileos nods, a glint of approval in his eyes. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Well done, Philtra. Your cunning and foresight have served Olympia well. Now, let us return to the palace, where you can rest and recover from your journey.">>You turn to your parents, their embraces warm and comforting, a reminder of the love and support that awaits you at home. Together, all of you make your way back to the royal palace of Olympia, the weight of your accomplishments and the promise of a brighter future lifting your spirits as you step into the familiar halls of your kingdom. <<set $warTimeline = 6>> <<set $alliedKingdoms.push("Lydia")>> [[Back to the palace|AP309]]

The ship glides into the harbor, the familiar sights and sounds of Olympia greeting you like an old friend. As you disembark, you are met by Basileos and your parents, with relief and something more... concern, perhaps, or a hint of tension. You approach Basileos, presenting him with the letter from Croesus, your voice steady and formal. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos, I bring you greetings and a letter from King Croesus of Lydia. Our alliance is secure, and the future of Olympia is brighter than ever.">>Basileos takes the letter, his eyes flicking to Lysara, who stands beside you, before returning to you. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, I am glad you have returned safely. It has been three full moons, and I must confess, I was beginning to worry. But seeing you now, I am filled with both joy and... concern.">>You notice the shift in his demeanor, the way his gaze lingers on Lysara, and you understand the source of his unease and anger. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I can see that you are troubled. Lysara is with me now, and she will be helping me from this point forward, not the traitors. I trust her implicitly, and I believe she may even like me as a companion. We formed this connection over the journey to Sardis and back. She is on the right path now, Trust me.">>Basileos's expression darkens, a flicker of something unspoken passing across his features. You wonder if Basileos has feelings for you, with how he reacted once you told him that Lyara might like you. Your thoughts are interrupted by his words. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I urge you to be cautious. Lysara's loyalties are not to be trusted so easily. But I see that your mind is made up, and I respect your judgment. For now, let us return to the palace, where you can rest and recover from your journey.">>You turn to your parents, their embraces a balm to your weary soul, and together, the four of you make your way back to the royal palace of Olympia. As you walk, you sense the weight of Basileos's words, the unspoken emotions that linger in the air between you. You push the thoughts aside, focusing instead on the promise of a new beginning and the challenges that lie ahead, determined to navigate the complexities of your heart and your kingdom with equal measure. <<set $warTimeline = 6>> <<set $alliedKingdoms.push("Lydia")>> [[Back to the palace|AP197]]

The days blur into a tapestry of shared experiences and growing camaraderie as your party makes its way towards Sardis. The carriage rumbles over uneven paths, and the horses' hooves kick up dust, creating a cloud that settles over the landscape like a veil of mystery. Each stop to rest the horses becomes an opportunity for conversation, for stories to be shared, and for bonds to deepen. Myrrine, ever the princess, takes it upon herself to keep the mood light and the conversations flowing. She regales the group with tales of her travels, her voice painting vivid pictures of the lands near Eryx and its exotic cultures. Lysara, initially reserved, finds herself drawn into the stories, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and a hint of admiration for Myrrine's adventurous spirit.<<dialogue "Myrrine" "And then, there was this one time when I met a minstrel from Crete who could play the lyre like the gods themselves. His music was said to soothe even the wildest of beasts.">>Lysara coughs and tells Myrrine that,<<dialogue "Lysara" "Do you really think any of us here like hearing about your princess privileges in Eyrx? Myrrine. Honestly, I wish I was born a princess and could afford to have these experiences too. Yet hear we are">> You observed that interaction, Lysara's words carried a ting of jealousy in them. Is this why she runs behind the dowager queen? so that she can feel like a pseudo princess. You realize that in addition to Lysara's sharp tongue and calculating gaze, there is a bitter and disillusioned woman beneath. As the days pass, you ask Lysara about her childhood, hoping to understand her better. Lysara nods, her expression thoughtful. <<dialogue "Lysara" "I don't remember most of it, and I don't miss my childhood. Good riddance, I am only looking forward to what is ahead.">>Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, ever vigilant, take turns riding at the front, their eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of danger. During one of their rest stops, Thrasybulos approaches you, his voice low and concerned. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Philtra, I have been observing Lysara. There is something about her that I cannot quite place. I trust your judgment, but I want to ensure that we are all safe on this journey.">> You place a hand on his arm, your touch a silent reassurance. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos, you are right. She invited herself on this journey, I don't want her here either. Please keep a close eye on her.">>Eudoxos, overhearing the conversation, adds his own thoughts. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "I agree with Philtra. Lysara's loyalty to the dowager queen is unquestionable, but her motives are her own. As long as she does not jeopardize our mission, we should focus on our goal.">> [[Continue the journey|AP121]]

Before retreating to the private chamber with your companions, you pull Croesus aside, seeking a moment of privacy to discuss the delicate matter of the coup.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Croesus, what are your plans for the coup? How do you intend to remove Mydos from power and take the throne?">> Croesus leans in, his voice low and conspiratorial. <<dialogue "Croesus" "I am working on an angle where Mydos will bring about his own downfall. I have a plan in motion that will ensure I am not implicated in any way. Once Mydos is removed, I will step in as the rightful heir, and no one will accuse me of usurping the throne. It is a delicate process, and it will take many days to set up. We must wait and bide our time until the right moment presents itself.">> You accept this even though you wish Croesus would take the throne sooner rather than later. Croesus studies you, a flicker of determination in his eyes. <<dialogue "Croesus" "We must focus on finding a muse for Mydos's auction. It is our only chance to keep him entertained and buy us the time we need. Once the auction is over, we can work on the alliance while I set the stage for the coup. Trust me, Philtra.">>With a nod, you join the others in the private chamber, the weight of your mission and the coup heavy on your minds. You and your companions, Croesus, Myrrine, and Lysara, retreat to a private chamber, the weight of King Mydos's challenge heavy on your minds. The room is filled with a tense silence as you all ponder the best course of action. Croesus speaks first, his voice thoughtful and measured.<<dialogue "Croesus" "Philtra, if given enough time, I can find a muse. However, I am not certain that the muse will be captivating enough to entertain the audience at the auction. There is more to this than meets the eye. Providing a subpar muse might anger the king further.">>You raise an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity and caution in your expression. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do you mean, Croesus? What is the true nature of this auction?">>Croesus leans in, his voice low and conspiratorial. <<dialogue "Croesus" "The auction is a farce, Philtra. Mydos is not actually selling his collection, he is giving it away for free to the wealthy men in attendance. This is how he keeps the rest of the royals in Lydia subservient and reliant on him. If he did not, considering the succession rules, anyone could go for his throne. He plans to humiliate whomever you choose as the muse in front of the royals.">> Myrrine speaks up<<dialogue "Myrrine" "I volunteer! A princess of Eryx being a muse would be a pride for any king. I am willing to endure the humiliation if it means securing the alliance and preventing the war.">>You consider her offer. You know that the road ahead is fraught with danger and potential humiliation, and you are not sure if Myrrine and Lysara are fully prepared for what Mydos has in store. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine, your offer is noble and selfless. But I must consider the potential risks and the extent of the humiliation that Mydos has planned. I believe I am capable of enduring it to a level that you both might not be able to.">>You turn to Croesus, seeking his counsel. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Croesus, what is your opinion on this? Do you think your muse will be sufficient, or should one of us take on this role?">>Croesus studies you, a hint of admiration and respect in his eyes. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Philtra, your willingness to sacrifice yourself for the greater good is commendable. But we must also consider the strategic advantage of having a princess as the muse. It could sway the opinions of the royals in our favor. However, if you believe you can handle the humiliation better, then perhaps it is best that you take on this role. The decision is yours, but know that whatever you choose, we will support you.">>Lysara, sensing your internal struggle, leans in, her voice a low whisper. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Philtra, I will not agree to be the muse and debase myself. I believe it should be you. This is your mission. Why should Myrrine suffer for you? Would you choose to stand back and enjoy her suffering? I suggest you choose wisely, for the fate of your mission rests on this decision.">>Her words sting you, but she is right. Is it fair to expect Myrrine to suffer on behalf of you? You take a deep breath, the weight of your decision settling over you like a mantle of responsibility. You know that the choice you make will have far-reaching consequences, and you must weigh the potential risks and benefits carefully. You believe it should be you or Myrrine rather than a random muse from Croesus. [[Choose yourself to be the muse|AP132]] [[Choose Myrrine to be the muse|AP133]]

As you drift into sleep, your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and memories. Elara's words echo in your ears, a constant reminder of the task she set before you: to get rid of Lysara. You ponder the idea, considering if Croesus agrees to take care of Lysara and keep her here in Sardis before you leave. Without Lysara's support, the dowager queen would be vulnerable, and your path to securing Olympia's future would be clearer. But as you lie there, the weight of your decision pressing down on you, you find yourself agreeing with that decision. Lysara has been nothing but a thorn in your side. She is out to hurt Olympia and is a traitor. Now you have a chance to limit her abilities and, by extension, the extent of damage that she can do. You sleep peacefully knowing you are doing the right thing and this is justice. The next morning, you awaken with a start at the first light of dawn. You dress quickly, your movements efficient and purposeful, and make your way to the harbor. There, you find Croesus waiting for you.<<dialogue "Croesus" "Philtra, I am glad you could make it on time. Your ship awaits, and with it, the future of Olympia. I have ensured that all your companions and your horses are safely aboard.">>You nod, your gaze sweeping over the harbor, taking in the sight of the ship that will carry you home. <<if (visited("AP121") > 0)>>As you approach, you see Myrrine standing on the deck, her eyes bright with anticipation. Beside her are Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, their presence is comforting.<<else>>As you approach, you see Thrasybulos and Eudoxos standing on the deck, their eyes bright with anticipation.<</if>> A curious question strikes your mind about Croesus, you ask. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I was wondering about Silenus, Satyr. How did you manage to locate and trap him there?">> He gives a knowing smile. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Plutus. I was guided well. I did not trap Silenus, by the way, I'm not sure if anyone can. It's fate. It's about being at the right place at the right time.">> He does not elaborate, and then suddenly something strikes his mind. <dialogue "Croesus" "I almost forgot to ask. I need a favor from you. Once you're back in Olympia, I need you to look for Eamon and remove him and place someone else whom you can trust as the head of the merchant guild. I know the alliance between our kingdoms is reliant on the finances, and handling the merchant guild Olympia is a big factor in it. Hope you understand my request.">> This confuses you at first, you were intending to clean up the court anyway, and this might be a good place to start. You agree with him. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Sure... I will look into it and see what I can do. You can count on me.">> He nods in gratitude. You know who Eamon is, he is your childhood friend Kaelen's father. You realize removing Eamon from his position while adhering to Aphrodite's code of non-violence will be a tough task. <<if visited("The proposal to Eamon") > 0>> You think back to your time with both Kaelen and Eamon. You might need your seductive skills to overcome this odd. <</if>> But your attention is drawn to the figures approaching you from the shore. Lysara walks some distance behind Croesus, her steps measured and her expression unreadable. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the choice that lies before you. You meet her gaze, with uncertainty swirling within you. The time for decision has come, and the fate of your alliance, your friendship, and your kingdom hangs in the balance. [[Betray Lysara and leave her here|AP186]]

You take a deep breath, your resolve hardening as you make your choice. Lysara is not to be trusted. You pull Croesus aside, ensuring that your conversation is out of earshot from the others.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Croesus, I need a favor. I promised the kingdom of Eryx that Lysara would be taken care of. I need you to request that she stay back in Sardis. She is likely to form a spy network and pull strings that could jeopardize our alliance.">>Croesus nods, understanding the gravity of your request. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Consider it done. I will keep her isolated and ensure that she does not cause any trouble. If she steps out of line, she will pay for it with her life.">>Your conscience is clear. You have not directly harmed Lysara, and you have upheld Aphrodite's rule of nonviolence. As Lysara approaches, you put on a gracious smile, hiding the satisfaction within you. Croesus steps forward, addressing Lysara with a formal tone. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Lysara, Philtra and I have discussed your role in our new alliance. I would be honored if you stayed back in Sardis to help me manage the kingdom. Your expertise and loyalty would be invaluable to us.">>Croesus extends his hand, offering you the stamped letter that is meant for Basileos. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Please, deliver this to King Basileos. It contains our agreement and the terms of our alliance.">> You receive it graciously and notice that Lysara's eyes fill with resignation as she realizes the depth of your betrayal. She takes a moment to compose herself and walks up to you out of the hearing distance of Croesus and slowly says, <<dialogue "Lysara" "Well played! You finally found the guts to do what you need to do to succeed in your mission. You may yet have a chance against the dowager queen. My story does not end here, by the way. When the time is right, I will come looking for you and repay this debt.">> She, surprisingly, instead of being angry, seems to respect you now a lot more than before. You bid them both farewell, your heart heavy but your mind made up.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Farewell, Croesus. Farewell, Lysara. May the gods watch over you both.">>With that, you board the ship, the crew casting off the ropes as the vessel begins to pull away from the shore. You stand at the railing, watching as Sardis fades into the distance, with relief and sadness washing over you as you leave behind the complexities of your choices and the weight of your actions. [[Time to leave!|AP179]]

As the journey continues, the landscape changes from lush forests to arid plains, and the party crosses through several settlements. Each stop becomes an opportunity to restock supplies and gather information about the road ahead. In one such settlement, you take the chance to ask Lysara in seclusion about her allegiance to the dowager queen.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Lysara, I have been wondering... why do you follow the dowager queen so fervently? You must know that her actions could bring ruin to Olympia.">> Lysara's expression darkens, a flicker of inner conflict passing over her features. She hesitates, her voice barely above a whisper. <<if visited("AP118") > 0>><<dialogue "Lysara" "It is... complicated. You would never understand even if I tried to explain. The dowager queen has her reasons, and I have mine. I cannot fully explain it, but know that my loyalty is not blind. She knows everything, she knows all about me and you and everyone else. I can't afford to deny her requests. I see the potential for greatness in Olympia, and I do not want to see it go to waste.">> <<else>> <<dialogue "Lysara" "It is... complicated. You would never understand even if I tried to explain. She knows everything. There is no winning against her. So, obviously, I joined her. I mean... so should you.">><</if>>You study her, with doubt and caution in your eyes. "She knows everything." This sticks in your head. You think back to the time when you overheard the discordant apple talking to the dowager queen. Is that artefact a god, and is that why she knows everything, and she passes on some of those details to Lysara, you wonder? This would mean that Lysara is also being blackmailed, she must have done something that she can't afford for that information to go out and is thus under the dowager queen's thumb. You think and respond. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand. I do not want to press you for answers, but know that I am here if you ever need someone to talk to. Your secrets are safe with me. There is good in you, you don't need to fear the dowager queen. I can protect you from her. Trust me.">> Lysara nods, a hint of gratitude in her expression. <<if visited("AP120") > 0>><<dialogue "Lysara" "Thank you. Your understanding means more to me than you know. I appreciate the thought, but I don't think your assumptions are accurate. I don't fear Klytemnaestra herself but... never mind. We can discuss it later. We should focus on the road ahead.">> <<else>> <<dialogue "Lysara" "Well... never mind. We should really focus on the road ahead.">><</if>>Her hesitation could mean only one thing: a god must be involved in this plot, but whom? Ares is a warmonger, not known for these kinds of underhanded tactics. Then, who else could it be? Aphrodite did say Ares is gathering allies, and some gods chose not to join him or oppose him and abstained from his path. It really could be anyone. [[Continue the journey|AP189]]

The journey continues for multiple days. Everyone seems to be needing a good night's rest. You look out through the carriage. The sight gives you some energy: the river Pactolus. The water shimmers under the sun, its surface reflecting the changing colors of the sky as the day gives way to night. This means you are really close to Sardis. It should not be long now. You slowly doze off to sleep with that relief. The acropolis of Sardis looms on the horizon, a majestic sight that fills the travelers with awe.<<dialogue "Lysara" "Look, there it is! The acropolis of Sardis. We have finally reached our destination.">>You take a deep breath, your eyes fixed on the distant towers and walls. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, we have! Finally... how long have we been on the road?">> Thrasybulos and Eudoxos nod in agreement, their voices filled with determination and loyalty. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "The horses need a long rest and... so do we all.">> Eudoxos chuckles and says, <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "Please take much more time in the negotiations this time around, Philtra. We will not be ready to go back to Olympia right away.">> Lysara seems to be fast asleep, not realizing that we have arrived. You choose not to disturb her now and wake her up once you reach the royal palace of Sardis. [[Enter the acropolis|AP190]]

The carriage rolls to a halt as the guard at the entrance of the acropolis steps forward, his posture rigid and his expression stern. He eyes the party with suspicion, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.<<dialogue "Guard" "Halt! Who are you, and what is your business in Sardis?">>You peer out of the carriage, your voice clear and confident. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Greetings, good sir. I am Philtra, a herald from Olympia. I am here on a diplomatic mission and seek an audience with King Mydos. It is a matter of great importance for both our kingdoms.">>The guard nods, his expression softening slightly. <<dialogue "Guard" "Very well, Philtra of Olympia. I will send a messenger to the palace to inform them of your arrival. Please wait here until you receive further instructions.">>As the guard sends another guard as a messenger, you take a moment to admire the surroundings. The acropolis of Sardis is a sight to behold, with golden ornate carvings adorning the walls and buildings, a testament to the kingdom's wealth and opulence. The luxury is evident in every detail, from the gold in the gate itself to the carvings in the walls, and you cannot help but feel a sense of awe and wonder.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Lysara, have you ever seen such grandeur? The wealth of Sardis is truly astonishing.">>Lysara nods, her eyes wide with admiration. <<dialogue "Lysara" "It is breathtaking, Philtra. The craftsmanship and attention to detail are unparalleled. I can only imagine the treasures that lie within the palace walls.">>Lysara, ever the observer, adds<<dialogue "Lysara" "Indeed, the opulence is impressive. But one must wonder at the cost of such extravagance. Power and wealth often come with a price, and I have a feeling that Sardis is no exception.">>Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, ever vigilant, keep a watchful eye on their surroundings, their hands resting on their weapons, ready for any sign of danger. [[Wait at the gates|AP124]]

Croesus leads you and your party through the opulent halls of the royal palace, the golden carvings and luxurious decor a testament to the wealth and power of Sardis. As you approach the throne room, you can feel the weight of your mission settling over you like a mantle of responsibility. The doors swing open, and you find yourself in the presence of King Mydos. He is a middle-aged man, his ornate golden dress shimmering in the light, and a turban adorned with precious gems sits atop his head. You recall your mother Medaea's words and the rumor that the turban is worn to hide his donkey ears, and you wonder at the truth behind such whispers. King Mydos rises from his throne, his movements graceful and his expression gracious. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Welcome, welcome, travelers from Olympia. I am King Mydos, and I bid you a warm welcome to my court. What brings you to Sardis on this fine day?">>You step forward, your voice clear and confident. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, I am Philtra, a herald from Olympia. And I have Lysara, a courtesan in Olympia, here as my companion. We have come on a diplomatic mission to discuss an alliance between our kingdoms, one that will bring peace and prosperity to both our lands. With the financial support from you, and Olympia's militaristic might, there is no force that is strong enough to challenge us.">>Before you can continue, King Mydos interrupts you, his attention turning to the others in the court. <<dialogue "Mydos" "Ah, yes, an alliance. How fascinating. But tell me, what of the rumors that Olympia is on the brink of war? Is that not a more pressing matter? You are just looking to extract my wealth for your war, right?">>You notice the slight, a deliberate attempt to disrespect you and your kingdom, just as Croesus had warned. Lysara bristles at the king's behavior, her expression one of indignation. But you give her a knowing smile, a silent reassurance that you expected this and have a plan in place.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, the rumors of war are just that... rumors. Olympia seeks peace, and an alliance with Lydia would be a step towards ensuring that peace. We have much to offer each other, and together, we can create a future of prosperity and harmony.">> Lysara calms down, her expressions softening as she understands that you have anticipated this behavior and have a strategy to navigate it. She stands by your side, their support a silent strength that bolsters your resolve. [[Mydos continues|AP130]]

Before retreating to the private chamber with your companions, you pull Croesus aside, seeking a moment of privacy to discuss the delicate matter of the coup.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Croesus, what are your plans for the coup? How do you intend to remove Mydos from power and take the throne?">> Croesus leans in, his voice low and conspiratorial. <<dialogue "Croesus" "I am working on an angle where Mydos will bring about his own downfall. I have a plan in motion that will ensure I am not implicated in any way. Once Mydos is removed, I will step in as the rightful heir, and no one will accuse me of usurping the throne. It is a delicate process, and it will take many days to set up. We must wait and bide our time until the right moment presents itself.">> You accept this even though you wish Croesus would take the throne sooner rather than later. Croesus studies you, a flicker of determination in his eyes. <<dialogue "Croesus" "We must focus on finding a muse for Mydos's auction. It is our only chance to keep him entertained and buy us the time we need. Once the auction is over, we can work on the alliance while I set the stage for the coup. Trust me, Philtra.">>With a nod, you join the others in the private chamber, the weight of your mission and the coup heavy on your minds. You and your companion, Croesus, and Lysara, retreat to a private chamber, the weight of King Mydos's challenge heavy on your minds. The room is filled with a tense silence as you all ponder the best course of action. Croesus speaks first, his voice thoughtful and measured. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Philtra, if given enough time, I can find a muse. However, I am not certain that the muse will be captivating enough to entertain the audience at the auction. There is more to this than meets the eye. Providing a subpar muse might anger the king further.">>You raise an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity and caution in your expression. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do you mean, Croesus? What is the true nature of this auction?">>Croesus leans in, his voice low and conspiratorial. <<dialogue "Croesus" "The auction is a farce, Philtra. Mydos is not actually selling his collection, he is giving it away for free to the wealthy men in attendance. This is how he keeps the rest of the royals in Lydia subservient and reliant on him. If he did not, considering the succession rules, anyone could go for his throne. He plans to humiliate whomever you choose as the muse in front of the royals.">>Lysara hesitates, her eyes darting between you and the others, before she speaks up. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Philtra, I... I volunteer to be the muse. As a courtesan in Olympia, I have the experience and the allure to captivate the royal men. Croesus's muse might not be as effective, and I believe I can handle the attention and the challenges that come with it.">> You see the genuine care in Lysara's eyes. She really does want to sacrifice her dignity for your mission. Your heart is filled with appreciation and gratitude for her generous offer. You consider her offer, with gratitude in your heart. You know that the road ahead is fraught with danger and potential humiliation, and you are not sure if Lysara is fully prepared for what Mydos has in store.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Lysara, your offer is noble and selfless. But I must consider the potential risks and the extent of the humiliation that Mydos has planned. I believe I am capable of enduring it to a level that you both might not be able to.">>You turn to Croesus, seeking his counsel. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Croesus, what is your opinion on this? Do you think your muse will be sufficient, or should one of us take on this role?">> Croesus studies you, a hint of admiration and respect in his eyes. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Philtra, your willingness to sacrifice yourself for the greater good is commendable. But we must also consider the strategic advantage of having a courtesan as the muse. It could sway the opinions of the royals in our favor. However, if you believe you can handle the humiliation better, then perhaps it is best that you take on this role. The decision is yours, but know that whatever you choose, we will support you.">>You take a deep breath, the weight of your decision settling over you like a mantle of responsibility. You know that the choice you make will have far-reaching consequences, and you must weigh the potential risks and benefits carefully. You believe it should be one of you three rather than a random muse from Croesus. [[Choose yourself to be the muse|AP132]] [[Choose Lysara to be the muse|AP134]]

After the auction, everyone retires to their chambers for some well-deserved rest. The next morning, Croesus approaches you, his expression serious and determined. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Philtra, Mydos has begun his journey. My plan is now in motion.">> You look at him, a bit of concern in your eyes. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Croesus, do you intend to assassinate Mydos during the hunting trip? Make it seem like an animal attack?">>Croesus shakes his head, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. <<dialogue "Croesus" "No... There is no subtlety in that. My plan is far more sophisticated. Trust me.">>You nod, your trust in him unwavering. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Very well. What is the next step?">>Croesus leans in closer, his voice low and conspiratorial. <<dialogue "Croesus" "In three days, you and your companions must meet me at a cave on the outskirts of Sardis. I will explain everything there. Be ready.">>You meet his gaze, a sense of anticipation and resolve settling over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "We will be ready. I trust your judgment, Croesus.">> Soon after, you connect with Lysara and confirm the same. They both agree to your plan.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Lysara, I have spoken with Croesus. We need to be ready for the next phase of our mission. In three days, we must meet him at a cave on the outskirts of Sardis. Are you both prepared for this?">>Lysara gives you a glance. <<if visited("AP192") > 0>><<dialogue "Lysara" "Agreed. I trust Croesus and your leadership. I will be ready.">><<else>><<dialogue "Lysara" "Sure... Let me know once we are good to go, I guess.">><</if>>You nod, feeling a surge of gratitude and camaraderie. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you. I do not know what awaits us there, but we need to be adaptable to overcome the challenge.">>With the plan set in motion, you all prepare for the upcoming rendezvous, knowing that the fate of your mission rests on the success of Croesus's strategy. [[Bide your time till then|AP159]]

Croesus turns to you. <<dialogue "Croesus" "With Mydos's reign at an end, I will be crowned as the new king of Lydia. Your role in this has been invaluable, and for that, I am forever in your debt.">>You nod, a sense of satisfaction and relief washing over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am glad to have been of service. What of my companions and me? What is our next step?">>Croesus smiles, a glint of excitement in his eyes. <<dialogue "Croesus" "You can get together with your friends and take rest for today. Prepare to sail tomorrow morning.">>You frown, confusion clouding your features. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Sail, Croesus? What do you mean?">>He leans in, his voice low and conspiratorial. <<dialogue "Croesus" "The financial aspect is a big factor in our alliance, I know that. The cart you came in cannot house all the gold I am giving to Olympia. A ship will be more suitable for transporting such wealth.">>Your eyes widen in shock and awe. The generosity of Croesus's gesture is overwhelming, a testament to the strength of the alliance between Lydia and Olympia. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Croesus, your generosity knows no bounds. Thank you for this incredible gift. Olympia will remember this.">> <<if visited("AP193") > 0>> With a final nod of gratitude, you make your way to the guest rooms, your mind racing with the events of the day and the promise of a new beginning. As you approach the chambers, you find Lysara waiting for you, their expression one of relief and curiosity.<<dialogue "Lysara" "Philtra, we've been so worried! What happened? Is everything alright?">>You take a deep breath, steeling yourself to relay the events that have unfolded. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mydos is no longer the king, and Croesus will be crowned as the new king. Our alliance with Lydia is secure, and Croesus has shown us incredible generosity. We are to sail back to Olympia tomorrow morning, carrying with us a wealth beyond our wildest dreams.">><<dialogue "Philtra" "We did this together. I am so happy that I brought you along on this journey. Now, let us rest and prepare for the journey ahead. Tomorrow, we sail for a new dawn.">> With that, you retire to your chambers, your hearts filled with hope and your minds already dreaming of the possibilities that await you in Olympia. <<else>> With a final nod of gratitude, you make your way to the guest rooms, your mind racing with the events of the day and the promise of a new beginning. As you approach the chambers, you find Lysara waiting for you, her expression one of relief and curiosity. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself to relay the events that have unfolded. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mydos is no longer the king, and Croesus will be crowned as the new king. Our alliance with Lydia is secure, and Croesus has shown us incredible generosity. We are to sail back to Olympia tomorrow morning, carrying with us a wealth beyond our wildest dreams.">> Lysara, however, remains silent, her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. You turn to her, your voice tinged with anger and disappointment. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Lysara, is there something wrong? You seem less than thrilled about our success.">> Lysara's voice betrays her and displays her anger and fear she is trying to hide. <<dialogue "Lysara" "This is not how it is supposed to go down. I... The dowager queen will not be happy about us involving ourselves in a coup. Now you have doomed me too, I will be considered guilty by association. All my hard work is now undone. thanks to you.">> <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your attitude is ungrateful and uncalled for. We have achieved something remarkable here, and I expected more support from you, unless you were hoping this alliance would not take root.">> Lysara does not respond and storms off. With that, you retire to your chambers, your heart heavy with the weight of Lysara's negativity. Despite the promise of a new dawn, the shadows of discord linger, casting a pall over the otherwise triumphant return to Olympia. <</if>> <<if visited("AP193") > 0>> [[Retire to your chambers|AP176]] <<else>> [[Retire to your chambers|AP185]] <</if>>

Before retreating to the private chamber with your companions, you pull Croesus aside, seeking a moment of privacy to discuss the delicate matter of the coup.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Croesus, what are your plans for the coup? How do you intend to remove Mydos from power and take the throne?">> Croesus leans in, his voice low and conspiratorial. <<dialogue "Croesus" "I am working on an angle where Mydos will bring about his own downfall. I have a plan in motion that will ensure I am not implicated in any way. Once Mydos is removed, I will step in as the rightful heir, and no one will accuse me of usurping the throne. It is a delicate process, and it will take many days to set up. We must wait and bide our time until the right moment presents itself.">> You accept this even though you wish Croesus would take the throne sooner rather than later. Croesus studies you, a flicker of determination in his eyes. <<dialogue "Croesus" "We must focus on finding a muse for Mydos's auction. It is our only chance to keep him entertained and buy us the time we need. Once the auction is over, we can work on the alliance while I set the stage for the coup. Trust me, Philtra.">>With a nod, you join the others in the private chamber, the weight of your mission and the coup heavy on your minds. You and your companions, retreat to a private chamber, the weight of King Mydos's challenge heavy on your minds. The room is filled with a tense silence as you all ponder the best course of action. Croesus speaks first, his voice thoughtful and measured.<<dialogue "Croesus" "Philtra, if given enough time, I can find a muse. However, I am not certain that the muse will be captivating enough to entertain the audience at the auction. There is more to this than meets the eye. Providing a subpar muse might anger the king further.">>You raise an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity and caution in your expression. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do you mean, Croesus? What is the true nature of this auction?">>Croesus leans in, his voice low and conspiratorial. <<dialogue "Croesus" "The auction is a farce, Philtra. Mydos is not actually selling his collection, he is giving it away for free to the wealthy men in attendance. This is how he keeps the rest of the royals in Lydia subservient and reliant on him. If he did not, considering the succession rules, anyone could go for his throne. He plans to humiliate whomever you choose as the muse in front of the royals.">> You turn to Croesus, seeking his counsel. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Croesus, what is your opinion on this? Do you think your muse will be sufficient, or should I or lysara take on this role?">>Croesus studies you, a hint of admiration and respect in his eyes. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Philtra, your willingness to sacrifice yourself for the greater good is commendable. But we must also consider the strategic advantage of having a princess as the muse. It could sway the opinions of the royals in our favor. However, if you believe you can handle the humiliation better, then perhaps it is best that you take on this role. The decision is yours, but know that whatever you choose, we will support you.">>Lysara, sensing your internal struggle, leans in, her voice a low whisper. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Philtra, I will not agree to be the muse and debase myself. I believe it should be you. This is your mission. Why should anyone suffer for you? Would you choose to stand back and enjoy other's suffering? I suggest you choose wisely, for the fate of your mission rests on this decision.">>Her words sting you, but she is right. Is it fair to expect anyone else to suffer on behalf of you? You take a deep breath, the weight of your decision settling over you like a mantle of responsibility. You know that the choice you make will have far-reaching consequences, and you must weigh the potential risks and benefits carefully. You believe it should be you rather than a random muse from Croesus. [[Choose yourself to be the muse|AP132]]

The first light of dawn crept over the horizon, casting a warm glow across the training grounds as you made your way there, your steps quick and sure, your heart pounding with anticipation and determination. The air is crisp and cool, as it is still early in the day, a stark contrast to the heat of the day to come, and the scent of earth and sweat fills your nostrils, a familiar and comforting aroma. You feel motivated about today, finally a step forward in the mission Ares has set you. As you approached the training grounds, you could see figures moving in the distance, the trainers and gladiators beginning their day, their muscles already warm and ready for the rigors of combat. You scanned the crowd, your eyes landing on a familiar face of Tiberius, standing at the edge of the arena, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable as he watched you like a predator watches its prey. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what was to come, and made your way to the rack of weapons, your hand reaching out to grasp the rudis, the heavy wooden sword feeling familiar and comforting in your grip. You turned, your eyes scanning the crowd of trainers, and your gaze landed on Crixus, the Thraex trainer, his muscular frame and scarred face a testament to his years of experience and skill. You approached him, your steps confident and sure, your voice steady and clear as you made your request. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Crixus, I wish to train with you. I want to learn the ways of the thraex, to master the sica and the xiphos, and to become a formidable warrior.">> Crixus turned to you, his eyes narrowing as he took in your appearance, his gaze lingering on your slender frame, your delicate features, and your smooth skin. A slow, mocking smile spread across his face, and he let out a low, derisive laugh. <<dialogue "Crixus" "You? Train with me? You are a delicate and fragile plaything. Your place is not here, on the training grounds, but in another man's bed, naked and willing. I will never understand why Tiberius agreed to this farce. How exactly does it work between you two? Do you moan louder just to make him feel good and make sure he forgets that he is an old man?">> You met his gaze, your expression unflinching, your voice steady and sure as you responded to his taunt. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I expected no less from you, Crixus. But know this: I have Tiberius's permission to train, and I will not be deterred by your doubts or your disdain.">> You chose not to disclose that you know about Crixus's affair with Tiberius's wife, Servilia Prima. Keep that arrow on your back for another rainy day. Crixus's smile faded, replaced by a look of understanding and something else, something almost like respect. He nodded, his voice firm and commanding as he gave you your instructions.<<dialogue "Crixus" "Very well. I know of Tiberius's permission. But before you can train with me, you must first prove yourself to Spiculus and Verus. Spiculus will work with you on your strength, your power, and your endurance. And Verus will hone your agility, your finesse, and your speed. Only when they deem you ready will you be allowed to train with me. Until then, do not touch the rudis. If you do, you will be punished. Is that understood?">> You nodded, with disappointment coursing through your veins. You understand that honing your body is important for improving your combat ability. You remember Peregrine saying something similar about being strong and fast being fundamental to being good at combat. You remember running with your father in your childhood, up the hills and knee-deep rivers that slowed you down. Those runs were fun for you since you got to spend some time with him, but you expect similar exercises here too, but a lot less fun. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand, Crixus. I will do as you command. I will train with Spiculus and Verus, and I will prove myself worthy of your instruction.">>As you turned to leave, your mind was already racing, your plans already forming. You would train hard and push yourself to your limits and beyond. You would not let anyone, not even Crixus, stand in your way. Not now, not ever. [[Speak with the other trainers|AR50]]

You made your way to Spiculus, the murmillo trainer, his massive frame and fierce expression a testament to his skill and his power. He listened to your request, his eyes narrowing as he took in your appearance, your determination, and your resolve. <<dialogue "Spiculus" "So be it... I will train you, push you, and challenge you. But know this: I will set you some tasks, and if you cannot keep up, if you cannot endure and overcome, then you will be punished. Is that clear?">> You nodded, your voice steady and sure as you responded. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It is clear, Spiculus. I am ready for your tasks.">> And so, your training began. Spiculus walks to a wooden log and a sand bag, <<dialogue "Spiculus" "Pick it up like this... hm... and place it on your shoulders with the weight evenly spread on your back. Now, down... and press the ground with your legs and drive up. This is a squat. Your turn!">> He has shown you how to squat. That wooden log is visually much lighter than the heavy sandbag that Spiculus uses. You pick up the wooden log, which is actually heavier than it looks, and place it on your shoulder with the weight of the log being distributed evenly. You go down, bending on your knees just like he did, and you understand once you reach the bottom, pressing the ground and pushing up is the hard part of the exercise. You grunt on your way up as you put all your effort in and exhale as you reach the top. <<dialogue "Spiculus" "Don't bend your back or lean forward. Maintain the proper form while doing this exercise just like I did. Now repeat until your legs give out.">> You correct your form as he suggested, straightening your back and lowering the weight of the log in a straight line. After a few repetitions, your legs give out, and you let the weight go, and the log drops to the ground with a thud. You expected anger from Spiculus, but no... <<dialogue "Spiculus" "Catch your breath. Remember, the form is more important than how many repetitions you are able to achieve in this exercise.">> You are stunned by how nice he is to you and stare at him for a moment. Then he changes again. His mood changes from calm to anger in the drop of a hat,<<dialogue "Spiculus" "Up! Again! You can rest only when tell you to!">> He barks, scaring you. You do as he says. After many sets, your legs start to wobble, and you are not able to at all. Finally, he says that you are done for today and that you can rest and go do the household activities. <<if visited("AR46") > 0>> As you walk doggedly into the house, Tiberius sees you and walks up to you and pulls you into his embrace and says, <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Are you alright? Were any of them rough with you? Maybe this is not for you... I'll make sure to speak with Antistia and ensure that you are not overworked.">> You are starting to get annoyed with his overbearing love. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "No... Master. It is alright. I can manage. I want this and asked for this. My body will get used to these exercises soon.">> You separate yourself from his embrace and hobble away. Tiberius seems to be visibly upset that you are behaving so distantly to him in recent times. <<else>> As you walk doggedly into the house, Tiberius sees you and walks up to you and squeezes your arse and says, <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Looks like Spiculus is not taking it easy on you. This pain is to be expected, after a few days your body will adapt.">> You are starting to get annoyed with his overbearing love. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Yes, Master. It is alright. I can manage. I want this and asked for this. It is only a matter of time before I master these exercies.">> You separate yourself from his hands and hobble away. <</if>> You do your everyday chores for the day and rest again in the maid's quarters at night. [[The next day|AR51]]

The sun rose higher in the sky, its warm rays bathing the training grounds, and you made your way there once again, your steps determined and sure. Your legs, though still aching from the previous day's exertions, had recovered somewhat, thanks to the new diet Tiberius had insisted upon, a hearty mix of beans and barley, designed to fuel your body and sustain your rigorous training regime. As you approached Spiculus, the murmillo trainer, his massive frame and fierce expression a stark contrast to the beauty of the morning, you stood tall, your voice steady and clear as you made your request. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Spiculus, I am ready. I have recovered, and I have prepared. I am ready for your next task.">> Spiculus listened, his eyes narrowing as he took in your determination and your resolve. He nodded, his voice firm and commanding as he gave you your instructions.<<dialogue "Spiculus" "Alright. But know this: your training will not be a linear path. You will alternate between strength training with me and endurance and agility training with Verus. Today, you will go to Verus. He will train you. Make sure not to fail. Is that clear?">> You nodded. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It is clear, Spiculus. I will do as you command. I will train with Verus for today.">> You made your way to Verus, the retiarius trainer, his lithe frame and agile movements a testament to his skill and his speed. He listened to your request, his eyes sparkling with amusement. <<dialogue "Verus" "I have been expecting you. Today, we will begin your endurance and agility training. And it will start with a run. Up the mountain, beside the ludus. Are you ready?">> You nodded, your voice steady and sure as you responded. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am ready, Verus. Let us begin!">>And so, your training began, a journey of endurance and of speed. You followed Verus as he led you up the mountain, the path steep and treacherous, the air thin and cool. As you climbed, your mind drifted to the past, to the trips you had taken with your father, Peregrine, to the mountaintops, to get those scenic views, which were the moments of peace and connection between you and Peregrine. Your eyes began to well up with tears, with a healthy dosage of nostalgia. Is Peregrine even your father? you wondered. Parents or not, you missed them both, their presence, their guidance, and their love. You never got a chance to mourn them properly, no proper funeral rites. You wonder what happened to your home back in the polis. Is it destroyed, or was it given to someone else? What happened to your belongings and your parents' belongings? What about your father's horse? Was he killed too? Your mind travels to dark places and possibilities. As you reached the top, the scenic view taking your breath away, you requested a moment to catch your breath, your legs already beginning to cramp up. You stretched, your movements slow and deliberate, your mind drifting to the lessons your father had taught you, the wisdom he had imparted, and the strength he had instilled in you. Verus approached, his hands reaching out to massage your legs, his touch firm and sure, his fingers working the knots and the cramps from your muscles. But as he massaged, his hands began to wander, to explore, to tease. You could feel his fingers traveling down between your legs, his touch flirting, his intentions clear. You tensed, your body responding to his touch, your mind racing with confusion. You pushed the thoughts aside, pushed the feelings away, and focused on your breathing, your stretching, and your recovery. Verus continued to massage, his hands roaming, his touch becoming more insistent, more demanding. You could feel the heat of his body, the power of his presence, and the intensity of his gaze. And you knew, in that moment, that you were in uncharted territory, that you were navigating new waters, and that you were facing new challenges. [[Encourage Verus|AR52]] [[Move away from Verus|AR53]]

The mountain air was crisp and cool, a stark contrast to the heat building between you and Verus. As his fingers continued to explore, to tease, to tantalize, you made a decision to invite his touches. You encouraged him, your voice a low, sultry whisper, your eyes locked with his, your legs spreading, your body inviting his touch. Verus's eyes darkened with desire as you opened your legs to him, his fingers becoming more insistent, more demanding. He explored your quim, his touch expert, his movements sure, his fingers working your most sensitive spots, building your pleasure and your desire. You gasped and moaned, your body arching, your breath coming in ragged gasps, your mind lost in the ecstasy. Nobody is here to listen to your moans. Verus continued to work on you, his fingers moving with a skill and a precision that left you breathless, that left you wanting, that left you begging for more. And then, with a final, expert touch, you climaxed, your body convulsing, your quim clenching, your pleasure exploding through you in waves of pure, unadulterated bliss. You cried out, your voice echoing through the mountain air, your body trembling. You badly needed this. As you began to get up and start the run back down. Verus pulled away, his fingers glistening with your essence, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his face. <<dialogue "Verus" "Now, now, it is time for you to repay that favor.">> He began to undress, his movements slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving yours, his phallus already hard and ready, standing at attention. It is a fair ask, you reckoned. You approached, your body moving with a grace and a fluidity that belied your exhaustion, your knees hitting the ground, your hands reaching out to grasp his phallus, your mouth watering with anticipation, with eagerness, with gratitude. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Verus, for training me.">> With those gratitude-filled words, you begin, your mouth working his phallus, your tongue exploring, your lips sucking, and your hands stroking, to show him your gratitude. As he nears his end, he grabs the back of your head and starts bucking wildly. After a few powerful thrusts, he finishes close to your throat. Slowly the limp phallus withdraws from your mouth, you loyally drink all his seed without spilling any. <<dialogue "Verus" "Yes! This is how you must thank your masters and trainers. Let's go back down.">>he says as he puts his clothes back on and starts the trek down. As you made your way down the mountain, the path was steep and treacherous, and the air was thin and cool. He says <<dialogue "Verus" "Philtra, go back to Spiculus. Continue your training with him for a few days. Continue to run up the hill everyday.">> You nodded, your voice steady and sure as you responded. <<dialogue "Philtra" "As you wish, Verus. Until next time.">> [[Reach out to Spiculus|AR54]]

The mountain air was crisp and cool, a stark contrast to the tension building between you and Verus. As his fingers continued to explore, to tease, to tantalize, you made a decision, a choice, a retreat. You quickly removed yourself from his touch, your legs closing, and your invitation revoked. Verus's eyes narrowed, a look of surprise and something else, something darker, crossing his features. He pulled away, his hands dropping to his sides, his expression unreadable, his intentions unclear. Verus said nothing, his silence speaking volumes, his expression a mask of fury, his thoughts a mystery. You could feel the weight of his gaze. It is natural for the men to treat you like a slave because you are one. You will do your best to avoid being debased as and when possible. As you made your way down the mountain, the path steep and treacherous, the air thin and cool, you could feel Verus's eyes on your back, his intentions clear, his plans forming, his desires darkening. <<dialogue "Verus" "Philtra, go back to Spiculus. Continue your training with him for a few days. Continue to run up the hill everyday.">> You nodded, your voice steady and sure as you responded. <<dialogue "Philtra" "As you wish, Verus. Until next time.">> You understand this will end badly for you, denying men like Verus will only result in retaliatory aggressive actions from them in the future. But, you value your dignity, you will cross this bridge when you come to it. [[Reach out to Spiculus|AR54]]

You went back to Spiculus, and he introduced you to the halteres, the stone dumbbells that would become your constant companions, your tools for forging strength and endurance. He demonstrated the exercises, his massive frame moving with a grace and power that belied his size, his muscles rippling with each motion.<<dialogue "Spiculus" "Philtra, these are halteres. They will be your allies in building strength and in pushing your limits. Watch and learn. Remember, maintaining good form is critical.">>He showed you how to hold them, how to lift them, and how to move with them, his instructions clear and precise, his demonstrations flawless. You mimicked his movements, your body responding to the new pressure, your muscles already beginning to burn and tighten. Verus comes in after the end of the training every day, and in the guise of warming down and stretching, he continues to take his liberties in touching you and squeezing and kneading when no one is watching. After a few days of this, you don't even bother swatting his hands away and accept his intrusions. The days turned into a blur of sweat, exertion, and determination as you threw yourself into your training with Spiculus. Each morning, you would wake with the first light, your body already aching from the previous day's efforts, but your spirit unbroken, your resolve unwavering. Over the next few days, you became familiar with the halteres, your hands calloused from their weight, and your arms aching from their demand. Spiculus's voice is a constant presence, pressuring you to push yourself to the limit.<<dialogue "Spiculus" "Again! Lift, hold, lower. Feel the burn, embrace the pain!">>You did limits and beyond. You carried the halteres from one end of the training grounds to the other, your steps slow and deliberate, your breath coming in ragged gasps, your body dripping with sweat. Once you got the hang of an exercise, Spiculus regularly switched the exercises and introduced you to new ones. And then, there were the sandbags, the heavy, unwieldy sacks of grain that seemed to mock your efforts, to defy your strength. Spiculus had you pick them up from the ground with a straight back and load them onto carts, your body straining, your muscles screaming, your core engaging, and your balance being tested.<<dialogue onto it. It is expected. Now pick up the bag from the ground and load it back on the cart again. Again and again! until your back burns and arms give up.">> You did, your body responding to the task, your mind focused on your muscles to listen to them when they ache. You would pick up the sandbag, your muscles trembling, bracing your core, and load it onto the cart, your movements slow and deliberate, your breath coming in ragged gasps. And then, there were the pushing exercises, the heavy, loaded carts mockingly greet you again. Spiculus had you engaged and pushing, your chest burning, your shoulders screaming, and your arms trembling. <<dialogue "Spiculus" "Dont move your legs, if you do, your legs will push the cart rather than your upper body. Keep your feet planted to get the stability, but focus your efforts from your chest and shoulder to push the cart slowly. Push, push, push, until the cart is away from you. And then, rest and take a step forward and ready yourself and push some more. Do this until the cart reaches the wall over there.">> You did as he asked, the cart is deliberately overloaded with weight so that the cart is not pushed too easily. You would push the cart, and just like he said, you can feel your chest and shoulder muscles start to burn. This makes you confident that the exercise is doing its job. As the days turned into weeks, you began to like these exercises and crave them. You could feel your muscles tightening, growing, adapting, and responding to the demand. You were becoming stronger, faster, more skilled, and more powerful. Later in one of those late nights, Tiberius sends Antistia to summon you to his chambers for the night. Antistia sees you from across the hall and rushes to you. <<dialogue "Antistia" "Philtra! There you are... You almost always look tired nowadays. I understand you are following your dream of becoming a gladiatrix, but please take some rest every now and then. It hurts me to see you suffer like this. Also, Tiberius wants you in his chambers now.">> Do you want to? You feel tired. If you go, you can maintain his affection towards you, but if you don't, Tiberius can be a cruel master, and who knows what the consequences of that will be? [[Go to his chambers|AR55]] [[Don't go and make up some excuse|AR56]]

The night was a tapestry of shadows and whispers as you made your way to Tiberius's chambers, your heart a drumbeat of anticipation and trepidation. The air was thick with the scent of oil lamps and the promise of passion. The chamber was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation and the scent of oil and sweat. You entered, your steps hesitant, your heart pounding in your chest, your body already aching from the day's exertions. Before you could utter a word, Tiberius was upon you, his eyes dark with desire, his body trembling with need. He grabbed you, his hands rough and demanding, his touch hungry and insistent. You were thrown onto the bed, your body bouncing, your breath catching in your throat. Tiberius was quick, his movements urgent in removing your clothes. His phallus, already hard and ready, starts to press against your quim, entering you with a single, powerful thrust. You gasped, your body stretching to accommodate him, his urgency caught you by surprise. Tiberius began to move, his hips slapping against your flesh, the sound echoing in the room, his phallus filling you, stroking your inner walls, sending waves of pleasure and pain through your body. He positioned you on all fours, his hands gripping your hips, his phallus pressing against your quim, entering you again with a powerful thrust. You could feel every inch of him, his phallus stroking your inner walls, his body pressing against yours, his breath hot on your neck. Tiberius grabbed both your arms in one hand, his grip tight, his hold unyielding. With his other hand, he grasped your long, flowy red hair, pulling you back onto his phallus, ensuring each thrust was powerful, each stroke deep, and each sensation intense. You could feel the pain, the ache, and the burn in your arms and your back, your muscles screaming, your body protesting. But you also felt the pleasure, the heat, the desire, and the need. You are determined to endure this dance of pleasure and pain. As the thrusts continued, your body began to ache, your muscles began to burn, and your strength began to wane. You could feel the fatigue, the exhaustion, and the limit of your endurance. And so, you asked, your voice a low, ragged whisper, your body trembling, your mind reeling.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Master, please... stop. I cannot... I cannot take any more. It hurts... a lot. Please!">>And Tiberius, his body still trembling, his breath still ragged, his phallus still hard, complied, his movements slowing, his grip loosening, his hold releasing. You collapsed onto the bed, you feel ashamed that you cannot fully please your master. [[The next day|AR58]]

You approached Antistia, your voice steady but your eyes betraying a hint of apprehension. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Antistia, I am not feeling well. I am very tired. I cannot go to Tiberius's chambers tonight.">> Antistia's expression darkened, her voice a low, urgent whisper. <<dialogue "Antistia" "Are you mad? Tiberius does not take kindly to being denied. You are his slave, and denying him could have serious consequences.">> You met her gaze, your resolve unshaken. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand that... But I am truly unwell. I would go if I could, but I cannot. Please, convey my sincere apologies and my regrets.">> Antistia sighed, her shoulders slumping in resignation. <<dialogue "Antistia" "Very well then. I will tell him. But do not blame me if he is displeased.">> As Antistia left to deliver your message, you braced yourself, your mind racing with thoughts of what was to come. And come it did, in the form of a furious Tiberius, his eyes flashing with anger, his voice a low, dangerous growl. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "You dare to deny me? You, who are nothing more than a slave, it seems that I need to remind you of that.">> You met his gaze, your voice steady and sure. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Master, I am truly unwell. I would not deny you if I could. But I cannot please to the best of my abilities due to the fatigue. I did not want to disappoint you today. Please have mercy and forgive me and allow me to rest for today.">> Tiberius's expression darkened, his voice a low, dangerous promise. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Is it how it is then? Since you wish to be treated like a gladiatrix, then a gladiatrix you shall be treated as. From this moment on, you will eat, sleep, and train with the other gladiators, not in the maid's chambers with the other women.">> And so, you found yourself in the dorms of the male gladiators, a sea of muscular, sweaty bodies, a cacophony of rough laughter and crude jokes. You looked around, your eyes taking in the scene. Crixus and Spiculus, the trainers, barely glanced your way, their focus on their work, their tasks, and their duties. But Verus, the retiarius trainer, his eyes lingered, his gaze hungry, his intentions clear. You could feel his eyes on you, conveying his desire. And then, there were the gladiators themselves... Tetraites and Priscus, the elite fighters, their expression of predatory entitlement. You can guess what their motives are. The others, the lesser gladiators, seem to hold a similar desire for you too. So you steel yourself and know that this is how it will be moving forward for you. [[The next day|AR57]]

The common bathhouse was a place of respite, a sanctuary of steam and water, and a haven of relaxation and rejuvenation. You entered, your body aching from the previous day's training, your mind seeking solace in the warm embrace of the baths. But solace was not to be found, for waiting in the shadows were three men, their intentions dark, their desires predatory. Two of them, probably some new trainees, their names unknown to you, their faces obscured by the dim light and the mist of the bathhouse. The third, who you are sure is Verus, the trainer, his presence a stark contrast to the others, his power and his authority a mockery in this moment of brutality and betrayal. They moved quickly, their actions coordinated, their intentions clear. A wet towel was pressed against your face, obscuring your vision, muffling your voice, and silencing your screams. You were held down, your body pinned, your struggles futile, your strength no match for their combined might. Verus stripped you, his hands rough and demanding, his touch a violation and a claim of ownership. You could feel his phallus, hard and ready, pressing against your quim, entering you with a single, brutal thrust. Despite your best efforts, the two others are strong enough to hold you and restrict you. You screamed, your voice muffled by the towel, your body convulsing with pain and shock, your mind reeling with disbelief and horror. Verus began to move, his hips slapping against your flesh, his phallus stroking your inner walls, his pleasure building, and your pain intensifying. <<dialogue "Verus" "Scream all you want, Philtra. No one will come. The maids are busy, Tiberius is occupied, and here, there are only gladiators. And the trainees do not interfere in the affairs of other.">> You struggled, your body fighting, your mind raging. But it was no use, you were pinned, you were trapped, and you were at their mercy. Verus continued to thrust, his movements brutal, his pleasure building, and your pain intensifying. And then, with a final, powerful stroke, he reached his peak, his body convulsing, his seed spilling, his pleasure exploding. Thankfully, this was over quickly. He seems to have been waiting for this and thus did not last long. He pulled out, his phallus glistening with your essence, with a sigh of satisfaction. He left, his steps quick, his presence fading, his absence a mockery of your violation, your betrayal, your pain. You were left there, your body aching, your mind reeling, your spirit broken. The two trainees, their hands still groping, their touches still violating, their presence still a mockery of your dignity, your honor, your worth. And as you lay there, your body bruised, your quim sore, your heart shattered, you knew you had been ambushed, you had been betrayed, and you had been violated. Now, you can feel the next person take their position to continue where Verus left off. [[Fight back|AR60]] [[Let them have their way|AR61]]

The room fell silent, the only sounds your ragged breaths and the distant hoot of an owl. You turned to Tiberius, your eyes meeting his, a blend of apology and shame in your gaze. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Master, I am sorry. I could not please you as you wished. My body is aching, my muscles are fatigued, and my strength is waning. My body is not able to withstand your vigour.">>Tiberius looked at you, his expression is one of understanding. He reached out, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin, his touch gentle, his gaze intense. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "I understand. I see the changes in you, you are growing strong. It's still early days but know that I am proud of your dedication and your resolve.">> You can see the dilemma in his eyes, he has feelings for you but is ashamed of it. He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you, his body pressing against yours, his voice a low, urgent whisper. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "I am supposed to see you as my slave, my property, my tool for profit and pleasure. And I see you as something more, something deeper, something... precious. The society does not look well upon a master seeing a slave as an equal. You can grace my bed every day, but you will never be my wife.">> You listened, your heart pounding, your mind racing, your spirit unbroken. Tiberius continued, his voice filled with pain. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "I was once a champion, a gladiator, a warrior. I earned my freedom in the colosseum. I fought for it, I bled for it, and I killed for it. And yet, even now, even as a free man, I am not respected, not truly, not fully. The people of Olympia see me as a former slave, inferior to them. And I am tired, so very tired, of fighting for respect, for dignity, for honor.">> You reached out, your hand covering his, your touch gentle, your gaze steady, your voice sure. You see the weight of his burden, the depth of his pain, and the height of his struggle. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand, master. We can never truly be happy if it is solely determined by how the society sees us. This house is your domain, you are the king here, and you set the rules. What others outside think should never take away your joy in our own domain.">> Tiberius looked at you, his eyes shining with gratitude. He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you, his body pressing against yours, his voice a low, urgent whisper. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "I am... lost. I cannot come to terms with the pregnancy of Servilia Prima, I know the child is not mine. I tried to look past it, but I am unable to. Your loyalty is all I have left.">> And after a while, Tiberius pulls you up onto your feet. [[Where is Tiberius taking you?|AR59]]

Tiberius led you to the mirror, his grip firm but gentle, his presence commanding yet tender. You stood before your reflection, your body bare, your skin glistening with a sheen of sweat and oil. You looked, really looked, at the changes wrought by the past four moons of rigorous training. Your muscles were more defined, your arms and legs sculpted with a new strength. Your quim was still as alluring, your breasts still as enticing, filled with divine milk unbeknownst to your master, but there was a new hardness to your body, a new edge to your form. You were no longer the fragile, delicate creature you once were; you were a gladiatrix, a warrior, a fighter. Tiberius stood behind you, his reflection a stark contrast to yours, his body still powerful but bearing the marks of age and battle. He spoke, his voice a low, thoughtful rumble.<<dialogue "Tiberius" "Look at yourself. Four full moons have passed since you began this journey, and you have changed. You are stronger, more powerful, more... confident. But is this the path you wish to walk?">> You met his gaze in the mirror, your eyes steady, your expression unflinching. <<dialogue "Philtra" "This is my path and my destiny. I wish to be a gladiatrix, and I will not be denied my glory.">> Tiberius sighed, his hand reaching out to trace the lines of your body, his touch gentle, his expression pensive. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "But at what cost? Your beauty, your fragility, your... femininity. These are the traits that once made you so desirable, so alluring, so... precious.">> He took your hand, his fingers brushing against the calluses, the rough patches, the marks of your labor and your strength. He brought your hand to his lips, his kiss soft, his gaze intense. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "I miss the old you, Philtra. The one who was soft, who was gentle, who was... mine. This new you, this warrior, is impressive and powerful and one day may even be... intimidating. And I do not know if I can love her as I once loved you.">> You turned to him, your eyes shining with determination. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Please do not say that, my master. I will find a way to please you, to satisfy you, to make you desire me as you once did. I will not let my training, and my destiny, come between us.">> And with that, you sank to your knees, your hands reaching for his phallus, your mouth watering with anticipation, with eagerness, with devotion. You would please him, you would satisfy him, and you would make him desire you again with your mouth, at least for today. Tiberius groaned, his hands tangling in your hair, his body trembling, his phallus hardening, his desire growing. You worked him, your mouth and your hands moving in a rhythm, a dance, a symphony of pleasure and power. And as he reached his peak, his body convulsing, his seed spilling, his pleasure exploding, you knew you had won. For now, for this moment, you had satisfied him. And that was enough, for now, for this moment. [[The next day|AR57]]

As the next attacker positioned himself, his phallus pressed against your quim. He starts thrusting and grunting, and as he loosened up, you saw your chance. With a surge of adrenaline and a burst of strength, you leveraged your body position, using the momentum to create separation from your attackers. You bucked and thrashed, your body a whirlwind of fury and determination. The wet towel fell from your face, your vision clearing, your voice free. You screamed, a battle cry, a declaration of war. You fought back, your fists flying, your kicks landing, your body a weapon. The two attackers, caught off guard, stumbled back, their grips loosening, their holds failing. You took advantage, your body moving with a grace and a power that belied your size, your strength, and your skill. You stood, your body naked, your spirit triumphant, your eyes blazing with anger. You looked down at your attackers, their faces now clear, their identities revealed. They were new trainees, their expression is one of shame.<<dialogue "Philtra" "You dare to touch me and violate me? You will pay for this, and I will make sure you will regret this.">> And with that, you stood tall, your body aching but your spirit unbroken. You had fought back and created some separation from them. They quickly glance at each other, hoping the other will help him decide whether it's time to run or fight. They finally decide to take a stance against you and fight. [[Prepare yourself|AR62]]

As the next attacker entered you, his phallus filling your quim, you began to moan, your body responding, your mind racing. You grind against him, your hips moving, your body undulating, your pleasure building, your pain fading. The attacker, caught off guard by your movements, eased up, his grip loosening, his hold relaxing. The wet towel fell from your face, your vision clearing, your voice free. You took a deep breath, your lungs expanding, your body relaxing, and your mind focusing. You looked up, your eyes meeting the gazes of your attackers, their identities revealed. They were new trainees, their expressions a sense of ambition and a predatory truimph.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Stop! Please, stop.">>But they did not, their phalluses still hard, their desires still raging, their intentions still clear. The other attacker, his phallus now free, guided it to your mouth, his movements slow, his touch gentle, his intention clear. You opened your mouth, your lips parting, your tongue exploring, and your body responding. But as he thrust, his phallus filling your mouth, your throat, and your body, you began to choke, gag, and struggle. The pain was intense, the discomfort overwhelming, and the violation complete. And so, you fought back, your body bucking, your arms flailing, and your legs kicking. You pushed them off, your strength surprising, your power overwhelming, your spirit unbroken. You stood, your body naked but your spirit triumphant, your eyes blazing with anger. You looked down at your attackers, their expressions of shock.<<dialogue "Philtra" "You forced me to fight. I would not have minded pleasuring you both, but you can never force me to do it when I don't want to. You will pay for this.">>And with that, you stood tall, your body aching but your spirit unbroken. You had fought back and created some separation from them. They quickly glance at each other, hoping the other will help him decide whether it's time to run or fight. They finally decide to take a stance against you and fight. [[Prepare yourself|AR62]]

The adrenaline coursed through your veins as you prepared to face your attackers, your body coiled and ready. You see two big figures obscured in the fog come up behind the trainees. You prepare yourself to fight them all if needed. But as you turned to confront the new threats, your eyes widened in surprise. The two big figures were not unknown assailants but familiar faces of Spiculus and Crixus, your trainers. They clearly are not here to attack you. The two new trainees, seeing the trainers, immediately submitted, their bodies slumping, their fates sealed. Spiculus, his expression stern, his voice commanding, took them both outside, his destination clear, his purpose unmistakable. He would take them to Tiberius to face the consequences of their actions, to answer for their betrayal, their violence, and their violation. Crixus turned to you with pity in his eyes. <<dialogue "Crixus" "Philtra, are you alright? Did they... did they hurt you?">> You met his gaze, your eyes steady, your expression unflinching. But as you turned to respond, your eyes caught a movement in the corner of the room. Verus, the first attacker, the instigator, was hiding, his presence a mockery of your violation and your humiliation. You figure out quickly that the door that Verus was supposed to go out of is locked, and before he can take the next exit, you start fighting back those trainees, and the other trainers enter, cornering him there in the shadows. You wrestled with yourself, your mind racing and your heart pounding. Should you tell Crixus, should you reveal Verus's betrayal, or should you fight your battle and win over Verus rather than telling on him? But as you looked at Crixus, you made your decision. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am alright, Crixus. They did not... they did not succeed. I am strong, and I am... unbroken. I can manage.">> Crixus nodded, his expression is one of relief. <<dialogue "Crixus" "glad to hear that. Take the rest of the day for yourself. Rest, recover, and regain your strength. You clearly need it.">> And with that, Crixus left, his steps quick. You stood there, naked and ready to confront Verus. [[Prepare yourself|AR63]]

You approached Verus, your steps slow, your movements emphasizing your nudity. You stood before him, your eyes blazing with a sense of mockery. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Verus, what are you doing over here? Do you want to go again? Or have you had your fill of me?">>You slowly spread your legs and inserted two fingers into your quim, your movements deliberate, your expression unflinching. You scooped out his seed, your fingers glistening with the evidence of his betrayal and his brutality. You showed it to him, your voice a low, mocking whisper, your eyes a blazing challenge. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Is this what you wanted, Verus? My body? my... submission?">>Verus, his eyes filled with shame and disdain, knelt before you, his body trembling, his spirit broken. <<dialogue "Verus" "Philtra, I am sorry, I am truly sorry. I do not know what possessed me, what evil...compelled me. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes upon, and I wanted you... I needed you, so I... took you.">>You looked down at him, with pity. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And yet, you are here, kneeling before me, apologizing to me, begging my forgiveness. Why, Verus? Why now, why this, what changed?">>Verus met your gaze, his eyes shining with sincerity. <<dialogue "Verus" "Because you did not deserve it. You are strong, resilient, and determined. And I have wronged you, I have betrayed you, I have... violated you. And for that, I am sorry, I am truly sorry.">> He continued, his voice a low, urgent whisper, his promise a solemn vow. <<dialogue "Verus" "And I thank you for not outing me to Crixus. I know it would have been easy to tell him the truth and doom me. But you have shown me mercy. And I will not forget this, I will not... fail you ever again.">>You nodded with a bittersweet satisfaction. <<dialogue "Philtra" "So be it. I forgive you, but on one condition: you must swear to me that you will never do anything like this again, that you will respect women, and treat them like your equal. I could have been a good companion and friend to you, but you ruined that chance by focusing solely on my flesh... Do not make the same mistake with anyone else.">>Verus nodded in realization. <<dialogue "Verus" "I promise! I will never do anything like this again, I will honor the women in my life, I will... protect them.">> He stood, his body tall, his spirit strong, his presence commanding again. <<dialogue "Verus" "And I will protect you, Philtra. From any danger, from any threat, from any... harm. You have my word. I will make sure no one else even thinks about touching you.">> And with that, you stood there, knowing Verus truly means it. Those are the eyes of a changed man. You had forgiven him to show him the errors of his way. He learnt a lesson today, and you now have a trainer that respects you for who you really are. <<set $mentorBond = 4>> [[The next day|AR64]]

The sun rose high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the training grounds as you made your way there, your steps determined, your spirit unbroken. Verus was waiting with eagerness. He approached you, his voice steady, his instructions clear. <<dialogue "Verus" "Back to training then. Today we focus on agility. Speed, quickness, precision. These are the keys to victory. Are you ready?">> You nodded, your body tingling with anticipation, your mind focused on the task. Verus began, his movements fluid, his demonstrations flawless. <<dialogue "Verus" "First, we work on your vertical. Jumping. You must be able to jump high and jump quickly at a moment's notice to get the upper hand in the combat. This will make it easy to get out of an opponent's immediate range.">> He showed you, his body springing, his form perfect. You mimicked him. You jumped and moved just like him. Verus placed a flat stone before you, its surface smooth, its height thigh-high, its purpose clear. <<dialogue "Verus" "Jump! Do not pause. Keep going.">> You did, your body quickly adapting to this new task. You jumped, you landed evenly, and you jumped down again. And then, there were the small stones, scattered across the ground, their positions random and confusing. Verus showed you his sprinting, his movements quick, his changes of direction sharp, and his precision flawless. <<dialogue "Verus" "Sprint! Touch! Change direction and sprint again.">> You try doing that too, you find it hard to decide which stone to sprint at first and then slowly, over many tries, figure it out. Now, you can commit and sprint, knowing which stones to target. As the days turned into weeks, you could feel the change, the growth in your body. Your endurance was building, you were regularly getting quicker. And Verus's instructions were clear, his demonstrations flawless, and his encouragement steady. You worked together, your mutual respect growing, and your trust building. And though there was an echo of his violation, you chose to wait, to see, to... believe that he would change for the better. [[Over the next few nights|AR65]]

The days blurred into a rhythm of sweat, exertion, and determination as you continued your training, your body pushing itself to its limits and beyond. You alternated between the dorms, the rough laughter and crude jokes of the trainees a stark contrast to the solitude of Tiberius's chamber. He still continues to summon you there every now and then. You complete your duties to your master like a diligent slave. Even as the only woman in the ludus, you were no longer seen as an outsider or unwelcome. You were one of them, a trainee just like them. The other trainees, they respected you, they admired you, they... accepted you. It took them many full moons to see you as one of their own. The two bathhouse, they were gone. No longer in the ludus, no longer a threat, no longer a... reminder. You had not asked about them, as you had not cared to. You started to enjoy your nights with them, some jokes were crude, but they were funny in their own way. You slept, bathed, and ate with them without the fear of anyone attacking you. You could see the respect in their eyes, they can now see that you are more than your pretty skin. You are daring to travel down a path very few women would want to risk travelling. The rest seem to realize and acknowledge this too. And now, you feel ready. Ready to face Crixus, to train with him, to learn from him. Your training with Verus and Spiculus was complete, your skills honed, your strength built, and your endurance tested. <<set $soldierRespect = 4>> [[The next day|AR66]]

The sun rose high in the sky, and you made your way to the training grounds as usual, with excitement in your heart. Crixus was waiting, he seems to be expecting you. <<dialogue "Crixus" "I knew you would approach me today. Ready to train with me?">> You smile with pride. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Absolutely! I have trained with Spiculus and Verus and improved myself physically just like you asked. I feel ready to move forward with my training.">> Crixus's eyes seem to agree with you. <<dialogue "Crixus" "Ok then. Let's get started.">> You let out a sigh of relief and picked up the rudis, its weight familiar. But Crixus, he stopped you, his voice a low, commanding growl. <<dialogue "Crixus" "Drop it, Philtra. Drop the rudis. Remember what I said about taking up the rudis without my approval?">> You looked at him with annoyance and confusion. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Crixus, why? Why should I drop it? I have done all that you asked of me. What did I miss?">> Crixus met your gaze, his eyes steady, his expression unflinching. <<dialogue "Crixus" "Because, Philtra, you must first learn the range! The space between you and your opponent. Where combat happens, where life and death are decided, where victory and defeat are... sealed.">> You realize he is training you, just not how you expected it to be. So, you drop the rudis and listen to him. He seems to appreciate you dropping the rudis and continues, his voice a low, thoughtful rumble, his explanation clear. <<dialogue "Crixus" "Weapons... these tools are an... advantage. But they are not everything. You must first learn to fight without them, to appreciate them, to... understand them.">> You listened carefully. He continues. <<dialogue "Crixus" "Every weapon has a specific range. Once you are too far away or too close, the weapon becomes a disadvantage to the attack rather than being a threat. Same goes for you. Your opponent attempting to stay out of your weapon's range is inevitable. What happens once they close the distance and get ahold of your wrist that holds the sword? That is why you need to train and know what you need to do with the rest of your body to better utilize your weapons.">> [[Continue the training|AR67]]

You continued to train unarmed combat with Crixus and improve yourself. But amidst the chaos, you saw him. Stygos, the slave who had cut off his own tongue, his eyes keen and curious. You approached him, your steps slow, your voice steady, your spirit... curious. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Stygos, you are good with a sword. I have seen it. Would you like to join us in the training?">> Stygos's eyes, they spoke volumes, they... pleaded. He wanted to, but Tiberius, your master, would not allow it. And so, you made a decision. You took him, secretly, to a hidden room in the dorms. You trained with him, and you taught each other. Night after night, you met up with him and continued to part with the knowledge that you gained over the past days and weeks. Slowly your learnt a few tricks from him too, like how to plant your foot and move your hips to gather momentum in your strikes or gain some leverage when you push or pull. And though he could not speak, though his voice was silenced forever, you heard and understood him, you... knew him. His eyes, they were his voice, a gateway to his spirit. Stygos, he knelt before you, his body low, his head bowed. When he looked up, his eyes conveyed his gratitude and respect towards you. You looked at him, you quickly held him, and you stood him up and said, <<dialogue "Philtra" "You are welcome, Stygos. You are... family.">> And so, you continued your journey with Stygos, growing closer to him every day. You knew he would never judge you or harm you considering, for someone as keen as him, he would know that you are Tiberius's bed warmer. It took you a long time to win over your trainers and fellow trainees too, but not Stygos. Ever since you both were sold to Tiberius together, he has always been friendly and kind to you. [[After a few days|AR69]]

The training grounds were a symphony of grunts, the clash of bodies, and the rustle of sand as you and Crixus engaged in a dance of strength, strategy, and skill. Crixus's instructions were clear, his demonstrations flawless. <<dialogue "Crixus" "Wrestling is not just about strength, it's about leverage, about angles, about... precision. You must be swift and relentless.">> He showed you, his body moving with grace, strength, and skill. You mimicked him, though with less fluency, as these techniques and drills are new to you. You learned and continued to practice.<<dialogue "Crixus" "Dominant positions! Being in a dominant position against your opponent will give you a lot of opportunities to grapple your opponent effectively and to a deadly outcome. You must control your opponent's movement and make them move exactly how you would want them to move. Like grappling them and leaving a side open so that they can escape in that direction. The opponent escaping is fine, it would mean that you forcefully moved to a position that is advantageous to you. Grappling does not always need to lead to the end of the fight, it can be as simple as putting you in an advantageous position to attack further with your weapon.">> You nodded in understanding, and you rolled, you grappled, and you still struggled. The sand was your battlefield. Crixus continued. <<dialogue "Crixus" "Even with a sword and a shield, these techniques will serve you. Executing a complex maneuver with a sword and shield is hard compared to using your palms and fingers but it is still manageable.">> You listened and drank all the knowledge that Crixus had to give you. <<dialogue "Crixus" "It is likely that you will face opponents bigger, stronger, and more... formidable than you on a regular basis. You must dodge and evade their attacks and maintain the range like we discussed previously discussed.">> You nodded. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand. Evade and continue that with a swift and precise attack that will be a critical hit.">> Day after day, you rolled and grappled with Crixus. After many days, he finally acknowledged your progress, his voice a blend of approval and pride. <<dialogue "Crixus" "Philtra, your technique, it is... very good. Your trips, your throws, they are... flawless. You have learnt it well. Quick learner! To state the obvious. You are shorter and weaker than your average male gladiator, and thus your technique is a critical advantage. Continue to hone it.">> You nodded with satisfaction after hearing the praise from your trainer. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Crixus. I will continue to improve on my technique until I perfect it.">> And so, you continued your journey with Crixus, your path to greatness, and your quest for glory. [[After a few days|AR68]]

The next day, Crixus was waiting for you. He handed you the rudis with a smile on his face. <<dialogue "Crixus" "You must be relieved. It is time! Time to begin. But first, Let me see how good you are right now.">> He handed you a small shield, its surface smooth, to parry any blows from him. He picked up his own rudis, its presence... commanding. <<dialogue "Crixus" "Attack me. Show me your skill.">> You paused and took a moment to breathe and collect yourself, you remembered your father's training and prepared yourself. The rudis in your hand, even though it is just a piece of wood, feels lethal, just because of how hard and long you worked to gain the access to hold it and train with Crixus. And then, you attacked, your body moving with a sense of purpose and freedom. Your movements were a dance, like a symphony. You expressed yourself to Crixus with your strikes and slashes, most of which he blocked, evaded, or parried. And then, there was the final strike, you spun and jumped to deliver the vertical slash. It was a bit clumsy but a brave move. Crixus evaded that attack and called a halt. <<dialogue "Crixus" "Stop! That is enough for now. First things first, where did you learn to fight like this?">> He asked inquisitively. In an attempt to obscure the training with Stygos, you hesitantly respond with <<dialogue "Philtra" "Ah... That. My father, Peregrine, was the man who was killed by Mnemonides in the arena, which is when I became a slave and was sold to Tiberius. I trained with his xyphos during my childhood. That training was not extensive, but I had fun training with my father.">> This gets Crixus thinking... <<dialogue "Crixus" "Hmm... I have heard that name before, Peregrine. Anyway, he trained you well... good basics, strong foundation. Cuts down the time that I need to train you for, good for me!">> He laughs and continues. <<dialogue "Crixus" "About that final spinning... jumping... attack that you did. It..">> You cut him off rudely. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I know... It is over the top and impractical, and in a real fight, I would probably get killed for trying something like that. I know... I will try not to do it again.">> He seems upset with your response. <<dialogue "Crixus" "Two things... One, don't ever interrupt me when I am trying to teach you something. Two, no... That move is actually fine. You need to realize that the gladiator fights are meant to always end in someone's death. The people will be there to see some spectacle, and that move... that has the potential to be a crowd-pleaser. We can work on making it quicker and precise to offset the negatives of using that move, like when you are spinning, you lose sight of your opponent for a brief moment, which I would never recommend, and the other negative is the jump, while in the air, there is very little you can do to dodge any incoming attacks. Once we correct it, under the right circumstances, I highly recommend using that move. From what I can see, that move seems to come to you naturally.">> This fills you with joy, you are going to spend many days daydreaming about perfectly executing that move as a finisher in an intense battle in the colosseum. [[Later that day|AR70]]

The day wore on, the sun dipping low in the sky, casting long shadows across the training grounds. Antistia approached you with urgency. <<dialogue "Antistia" "Tiberius summons you. He wishes to speak with you, to... discuss something.">> You followed her to his chamber. Tiberius was waiting, his expression tense and nervous. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Ah... there you are. Soon, there is a gladiator showcase. Tetraites and Priscus, they will fight in the arena, our own Olympia's colosseum.">> You listened, your eyes wide, your... excitement unmistakable. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And me, master? Will I get a chance to fight?">> Tiberius looked at you with disappointment, still there seems to be some kind of nervousness in him. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "No! Not there, later. I have other plans for your debut. There is a tabernae aleatoriae, a gambling den, a place of... notoriety. Members from other ludi, gamblers, and enthusiasts will be there. They will get to watch you make your debut. Use that chance, know that arranging a fight for a gladiatrix is much harder than for a gladiator. It is often that we have women lined up to fight and slaughter each other. It does not matter if you win or lose, just be entertaining, and that will get your name out in the open. A fight in a proper arena will only happen when not only me but also other ludi and gamblers also want to see you fight again. If there is no talk about you, there will be no fights for you.">> You are clearly disappointed that you have to make your debut in some dingy and seedy gambling den. But you tell yourself that everyone has to start somewhere and pat yourself on the back and thank Tiberius without showing your disappointment. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, master. I will forever be grateful for the opportunity that you are giving me.">> Tiberius does not respond, his thoughts elsewhere, you wonder if your words even registered with him. He seems to be in a trance. You wait for a moment to see if he says something. The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with unspoken words. You sat near Tiberius, you hope your presence is a comfort to him. You asked, your concern unmistakable. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Master, you are... troubled. What is it? what... bothers you?">> Tiberius looked at you, his eyes haunted with fear. He hesitated. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Servilia Prima, my whore wife, is with child, as you know. By the time the next full moon rises, she will have given birth to a child that isn't mine. And I, I think I know who the father is.">> You listened, your heart pounding, you knew it was Crixus, but you wanted him to tell this to you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Oh... And who is it? Who is the... father?">> Tiberius looked at you. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "It is... Actually, I am not sure. Not yet. But when I am, when I know... I... I will kill him. I will make him suffer!">> he spat out with all the anger he could muster. He continued, his voice trembling with fear. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "This child will be the end of me. I am sure of it. The dreams, ominous dreams, they plague me, they... haunt me. Everyone, everyone in this house, they look like ghosts, like... shadows.">> You realize he is raving like a madman. Having your wife give birth to a child whose father is one of your slaves must be hard, you think to yourself. You sit next to him and try to ease his old and withered mind. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Master, I am here, I am with you, I am... yours.">> But Tiberius, he pulled away with a clear indication of distrust. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "You are. Thank the gods for that. You are my last hope, my final chance. If you succeed in becoming famous, then I will be saved. But if you fail, then this house will fall into obscurity. This ludus can't financially run at a loss for long. I need you to win and become famous. Only then can I make more profit and continue to run this ludus and keep my honor. Without this ludus, what becomes of me? Will I too go back to being a slave?">> You take a step back. This fear is irrational, and it scares you. He looked at you taking that step back, and his demeanor quickly changed. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Now go! Go, and prepare. For your fight, for your... destiny.">> And so, you left, your steps slow, your heart heavy. This is the first time that when you have been summoned, he has not looked at you with lust and wanting pleasure. You hope the old man hangs on long enough for you to make your mark in Olympia. You remember your goal is not to become a gladiatrix but to become the general of Ares's army, and becoming a gladiatrix is only a step in the way. You wonder if someone else will buy you from Tiberius if you have a good showing in that gambling den. [[Later one night|AR73]]

As the days wore on in your wait for your debut, you continued your training with Crixus, your sword techniques improving, and your skills sharpening. And then, there were the nights, the secret meetings with Stygos. One of these nights, he happily brought you a bow and six arrows with a bronze tip. You asked in surprise <<dialogue "Philtra" "Did you steel this from the trainers' armory?">> Stygos nods with a smile on his face and suggests that he will return it after the training with his gestures. You hesitate at first, but you trust Stygos, so you begin training with him in archery. You know Tiberius would not allow you to train with Sagitraii trainers, who are the only unique trainers who teach archery. Stygos sounds like a better bet right now. Stygos stands right next to you and shows you how to hold the bow and draw it. You have seen people use their forefinger and thumb to draw the string, but Stygos uses his forefinger, middle finger, and thumb, probably because he is a foreigner and not a native to Olympia. Thus, you decide to train just like him and use all three fingers instead of two. You pull the string back with an arrow loaded and aim at the palus, which is usually used for training with the rudis, but it is now a makeshift target for you. He straightens your back and your left arm, which you understand will give you more stability with your aim. He then moves to your right and adjusts your right elbow to straighten it, this will allow you to leverage your strength to maximize the stretch in the string and pull it back further. He then makes an exaggerated sound of breathing, which clearly means that you need to breathe and hold that posture to steady and prepare yourself to let the string loose. You pull the string back past your chin just like he demonstrated and let it loose, the string hits your left breast, causing you immense pain, and obviously the arrow misses the target. You kneel in pain, he must have overlooked the fact that you are women with breasts, big perky ones at that. He taught you like he would have taught a man, without taking your figure into account. He quickly kneels and bows down, which you understand is an apology for his oversight. You respond jokingly, <<dialogue "Philtra" "Oh... no need. It is alright. Just a slight sting. I will be fine. Just need to keep the bow a bit away from my body, I guess.">> You pick up the bow again, but he stops you with a furious shake of his head. He gestures for you to go to sleep and come back tomorrow. The next night, right on time, he is there waiting for you, He hands you a leather jacket, which seems to be freshly sewn together. You are delighted. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Oh... wow. You did this for me? How thoughtful of you.">> You try it on top of your clothes, there are big gaps in this chest piece, and it is uncomfortable. Without any hesitation, you quickly remove the sleeve of your clothes, exposing your breasts to him. You quickly look up at him to see his reaction, but there is none to be found. Of course, he has seen you naked before, when you both were sold off together, but this was refreshing to you that a man is not overcome with lust for your body. You fasten the leather armor on, and he goes to your back and helps you fasten it. Now, you feel like this fits you snugly, no gaps, no chafing. This only covers your breast and leaves everything else open. So, there is a lot of freedom of movement too. You realize this armor is going to be a mainstay in your upcoming fights. You pull the string back and let loose again, this time there is no discomfort, and the armor is serving its purpose. You did not hit the target still, but at least you executed the technique correctly. And thus it continued, night after night, you trained with him and perfected the execution of the draw. You slowly started improving, out of those six arrows, you started off with only one hitting the target, and now, four or even five out of those six hit the target. As you progressed, He started teaching you how to shoot the arrows while moving and when crouching. You mimicked him, failing at first but learning to get better over time. He then taught you the quick draw, how to quickly pick up an arrow and use just two fingers to get a half draw to quickly and accurately hit the target. For this, the target needs to be close by, you cannot hit a target that is far away with a half draw. You realized, as Crixus taught you, even archery has its combat range, if the target is too close to you or too far away from you, you will need to adjust and maneuver to place yourself in a better position to hit the target. You feel training with Stygos is a lot more fun than training with Crixus, Verus, or Spiculus. Maybe because you see Stygos as a friend while only seeing the others as just your trainers. [[And the big day is here|AR72]]

The morning dawned, the day you've been waiting for is finally here, your debut. Tiberius entered the dorm, which housed you along with the other trainers and trainees. Tiberius's voice echoed, a command. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "It is time! we need to leave.">> You prepared eagerly with your heart filled with anxiety. The carts waited, three of them. You got on the cart and sat next to Crixus, your trusted trainer. Crixus looks at you with pride. <<dialogue "Crixus" "Today is your day, don't fumble it. We will go to the gambling den, the tabernae aleatoriae. There, Tiberius will meet with other ludus owners and the fixers and other major players in the gladiator entertainment business. They will discuss and argue continually. They will place their bets, the common folk are welcome to bet too. Their bets will be written up in chalk on the blackboard to make sure there is no cheating. One cannot take back or modify their bets once they are placed. They will have to wait till the fight is over to either take their winnings or pay up for their losses. There is a small pit on the opposite side of the den for the aspiring fighters to show their skills and get picked for the big fights. And that is where you will debut too. Just like me and most of the other gladiators. It is very rare that any gladiator gets their first match in a big colosseum before debuting in a pit.">> You nod and take in all the details. Your heart is beating out of your chest. What if you fail here? Will that be the end for you? Your legs are starting to shake. Crixus notices this and says, <<dialogue "Crixus" "Steady your mind. I have trained you, and I can assure you that you will be better than most of the fighters there, most of them are just a bunch of nobodies with very little experience. Considering you might be fighting women too, it is likely that they are not as well trained as you. As long as you maintain your technique and stick to the basics, you should be just fine.">> You are not sure if he is telling the truth or just trying to comfort you, but it works, you feel a lot more calm now. The cart rumbled, the ludi faded, and the polis... approached. A sudden sense of nostalgia hit you as you crossed Olympia's marketplace. How long has it been since you ran around and played with Kaelen and Seraphina here? How happy and carefree were you back in those days? You are not even a free woman now, thanks to Mnemonides and Gryphion. Your nostalgic longing slowly turns into rage. You are now reminded of your mission: to kill those who betrayed you. Getting famous and earning your freedom is the next step to completing your revenge. The cart finally arrives at the gambling den. [[Enter the gambling den|AR74]]

In the night, as you were winding up your day, Antistia reached out to you. <<dialogue "Antistia" "Philtra! Servilia is requesting your presence in her chamber. Between you and me... She seems to be a bit upset. Please be careful. Don't say anything to upset her further.">> You nod with gratitude as Antistia's care for you seems genuine. The night was dark, the moon a shining sliver in the sky, as you made your way to Servilia Prima's chamber, your steps hesitant and cautious. You entered, your eyes adjusting to the dim light. Servilia lay on the bed, her belly swollen with the baby. Tiberius was right, she is very close to giving birth, and Antistia is likely to be her midwife and assist in the childbirth. She seemed irritated. She looks at you and says, <<dialogue "Servilia" "You! Come here. Sit!">> You did, your body tense. <<dialogue "Servilia Prima" "Tiberius, he said something, didn't he? About the father of my child.">> You met her gaze, you need to be careful with what you say here. <<dialogue "Philtra" "No, my lady. Tiberius said nothing, nothing at all. He does not talk to me about you or anyone else for that matter.">> Servilia looked at you, her eyes dark and full of suspicion. <<dialogue "Servilia Prima" "Liar! Do you take me for a fool? You think I don't know what my husband would and wouldn't say?">> You get up from the bed and take a step back, shaking your head. She continued, her voice a low, threatening growl. <<dialogue "Servilia" "I know everything. I know that treats you well, more than a mere slave. Oh... and I also know about your late-night tryst with that mute slave Stygos. I am sure Tiberius will be unhappy about you rolling in the hay with another lowlife like him.">> You realize that she does not know about the training, rather, she thinks you are sleeping with Stygos. Her knowledge about this is a problem for you either way. You hesitantly say. <<dialogue "Philtra" "My lady, I do not know what you mean. I do not have any lust for Stygos. He is a good man, whom I consider a friend. He has not touched me at all.">> You make sure to hide the training part, as you know stealing equipment to train will not make Tiberius happy. Servilia looked at you, her eyes regarding you with disgust. <<dialogue "Servilia" "You are a whore! You will be more than happy to spread your legs for anyone. For Tiberius, for the trainers, for the... trainees, and even the other slaves in the house.">> It is partly true. You look down and stay silent, disagreeing with her right now will not accomplish anything. She continues. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Tiberius, he hopes to make a fortune, a big fortune with you. He thinks he will make that fortune by having you fight, the novelty and rarity of a gladiatrix. But I have a more foolproof idea. He can make that fortunate... yes. But not by having you fight, but by having you whored out. You will spread your legs for the highest bidder. That is the only way to make a profit out of you. Make sure your young and supple skin is kept unscarred in your miserable fights. You will be needed more in a man's bed than in an arena.">> You can feel your blood boiling, but you have to let this slide. Tiberius seems to be losing his mind with all that stress, and Servilia knows that Tiberius is close to finding out about her and Crixus. What will happen to her and Crixus once he finds out? you wonder. She continued her threat and warnings. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Watch out! Watch me humiliate you. When I am done with you, you will be begging me to take you back as a maid and swear off your dream of becoming a gladiatrix. Now leave. Prepare to endure the humiliation as long as possible.">> And with that, you left, your heart heavy with her threats. You have worked so hard to get this debut, and she wants you to throw it away just like that. She is probably just jealous that you are spending more time with Tiberius than even she did, ever since you entered this household. Her threats, though... well, you will cross that bridge when you come to it. You push this conversation out of your mind and continue with your task ahead. [[In the next few days|AR71]]

You get down from the cart with the others and enter the den. This place was huge, with a ton of people inside, it was a symphony of noise, a cacophony of voices, utter chaos. As you scanned the surroundings, you saw Tiberius speak with some important people, as you turned around, you saw her, Antistia. You quickly approach her and ask her. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Antistia, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Servilia, who is going to help her with her pregnancy?">> Antistia looked at you, her eyes shy, betraying the underlying love and mischief. <<dialogue "Antistia" "Other maids, they are with her, they are taking care of her. We will be back at the house by nightfall, it won't be long. She can manage until then. I planned this out. I tagged along in the guise of helping Tiberius. I am actually... here to see Priscus, to see him fight.">> Her cheeks reddened with love. You understood. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Oh... is that how it is, huh... Maybe, if he wins, he will ask Tiberius to spend the night with you. Tiberius can't deny him then... right?">> Antistia looked at you, her eyes wide, and she quickly closed your mouth with her hands. <<dialogue "Antistia" "Hush, hush... please. Well, that is the tradition, isn't it? If Priscus wins, he can ask for something from Tiberius, and he is going to ask for me. Wish me... no, wish him luck.">> Antistia gave you a look and asked you to turn around and sit in the nearby chair. She taught you how to braid your hair in a bun. <<dialogue "Antistia" "Your hair, it must be well kept. So it does not interfere or hinder your movements.">> You have not thought of this. You thanked her. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you. I have not thought about this.">> After putting your hair in a bun, Antistia kissed you on the back of your neck. You giggled at that. [[Prepare for the fight|AR75]]

As you wear the leather chestpiece that Stygos gave you, you notice Tiberius looking at you, his eyes inquisitive. But he said nothing, he continued speaking with the other people next to him. You walked and stood next to Crixus, who is watching the fight in the pit. There were two men fighting, one with a wooden club and the other with a standard rudis. Crixus speaks. <<dialogue "Crixus" "Watch and learn. Look at the one with the rudis. He is too defensive, he is giving his opponent too much time to think and plan his next move. He doesn't look like he is aiming to win, rather, he is aiming to survive this fight. Don't make that mistake. Even if the attacker is aggressive, you need to maintain your tempo and range. Tire out your opponent, his aggression will go down, and then, you attack.">> You observed the fight, noticing the small mistakes each of the fighters was making and noticing how they preferred to move and fight. You ask Crixus <<dialogue "Crixus" "What are the rules here? The one with the club is clearly winning. Why is no one stopping the fight?>> He chuckles. <<dialogue "Crixus" "There are no rules. The fight stops when it is boring. People are here for entertainment and not to praise a victor. Ah... just in time.">> As he said it, someone entered the pit and called the fight. The one with the rudis was taken out of the pit, and the one with the club seems to have won and is still inside the pit, looking forward to his next fight. There were two more opponents for the man with the club, and he comprehensively beat them both. Since it was a club, the injuries were mostly internal, so no limbs or heads were being cut off. Little to no blood being spilt here. To keep the aspirants safe for the actual big fights. After a while, both the fighters are removed. Everyone seems to be waiting for the next set of fighters to enter the pit. Tiberius approached you, his presence a command. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "You are up next. Entertain everyone here. May the gods bring you triumph.">> He handed you the rudis. You couldn't help but smile. Finally! Here we go! The pit was a cauldron of noise, a symphony of jeers. You entered, your rudis steady. The men, they whistled, they jeered, they... mocked. <<dialogue "Man 1" "A woman, a woman in the pit? This is a joke, a... farce.">> <<dialogue "Man 2" "Show us what you've got, little girl. Make us laugh.">> You expected this response and knew you have to slowly win them over. Shortly after, there was another, a woman, shorter, darker, her rudis at the ready. Her eyes filled with rage, her legs twitching in anticipation. [[Begin defensively|AR76]] [[Start off aggresively|AR77]]

The pit was a cauldron of anticipation, the air thick with the scent of sweat and dust. You stood in the pit, your rudis held firmly in your hand, your eyes locked on your opponent. You decided to play it safe, to wait and observe, to let her make the first move. Your opponent screamed, a primal sound that echoed through the pit, and charged at you, her rudis swinging wildly. You could see it now, the lack of skill, the raw, unbridled anger fueling her every move. She was no match for you, and you knew it. As she closed the distance, you stepped to the side, your movements fluid and graceful. You reached out, your hand locking around her wrist, and with a swift, practiced motion, you wrestled the rudis from her grasp. It clattered to the ground, a dull thud that seemed to echo the finality of her defeat. You pressed the tip of your rudis against the back of her neck, a silent declaration of victory. The crowd held their breath, waiting for her to concede. But your opponent, driven by pride and anger, refused to yield. She spun around, her fists raised, ready to fight unarmed. You sighed with disappointment. You dropped your rudis, the weapon clattering to the ground beside hers, to make it a fair fight. You circled her, your movements predatory, your eyes never leaving hers. She lunged at you, her fists flying, but you were ready. You caught her wrist, your grip firm and unyielding, and with a swift, fluid motion, you twisted, sending her crashing to the ground. The impact was brutal, her body hitting the hard-packed earth with a sickening thud. She lay there, broken and defeated, her breath coming in ragged gasps. You stood over her, your victory complete, your skill undeniable. The crowd erupted into cheers, their voices a thunderous roar of approval. They appreciated the skill, the grace, and the sheer mastery you had displayed. You raised your arms, your chest heaving with exertion, your eyes scanning the crowd, basking in their adulation. This was your moment, your triumph, and you savored every second of it. [[Wait for your next fight|AR78]]

The pit was a cauldron of anticipation, the air thick with the scent of sweat and dust. You stood in the pit, your rudis held firmly in your hand, your eyes locked on your opponent. You decided to take the initiative, to show your opponent that you were a force to be reckoned with. You charged forward, your rudis held high, your eyes locked on your target. Your opponent took a few steps back, her eyes wide with surprise and fear. You could see it now, the lack of skill, the untrained movements, and the sheer panic in her eyes. She was no match for you, and you knew it. You struck first, your rudis connecting with her wrist, a sharp, precise blow that sent her weapon clattering to the ground. She cried out, a sound of pain and surprise, and you pressed your advantage, your movements swift and ruthless. You struck her elbow next, a brutal blow that sent her arm flailing, her body twisting in agony. She stumbled, her balance compromised, her defenses crumbling. You followed up with a kick to her knee, a powerful strike that sent her crashing to the ground, her leg buckling beneath her. She lay there, broken and defeated, her body a twisted, crumpled mess. You stood over her, your rudis held ready, your victory complete. The crowd held their breath, waiting for her to concede, but she was beyond that now, her body and spirit shattered. The crowd erupted into cheers, their voices a thunderous roar of approval. They appreciated the ruthlessness, the sheer brutality of your victory. You raised your arms, your chest heaving with exertion, your eyes scanning the crowd, basking in their adulation. This was your moment, your triumph, and you savored every second of it. [[Wait for your next fight|AR78]]

You stood in the pit, your rudis held firmly in your hand, your eyes scanning the entrance, waiting for your next opponent. The minutes ticked by, each one stretching into an eternity, your nerves tightening with each passing second. Suddenly, the crowd erupted into a roar, a thunderous sound that seemed to shake the very foundations of the arena. You turned, your eyes widening in surprise as a massive figure stepped into the pit. It was that man again, his body a towering mass of muscle and scar tissue, his eyes gleaming with a cruel, predatory light. In his hand, he held a club, a brutal weapon that spoke of his strength and ferocity. You had expected another woman, someone you could match in skill and agility. But this... this was something else entirely. This man was a force to be reckoned with, a warrior who had already proven his worth by defeating three opponents in quick succession. You could see it in his stance, the confidence, and the sheer brutality that radiated from him. He gave you a cruel smile, a slow, mocking curl of his lips that sent a shiver down your spine. It was making clear his intentions for the punishment he intended to dole out. You could feel the weight of his gaze, the sheer intensity of his focus, and you knew that this fight would be unlike any other. You took a deep breath, your mind racing, your body tensing as you prepared for the onslaught. You shifted your stance, your feet planted firmly on the ground, your rudis held ready. You could feel the crowd's eyes on you, their anticipation a palpable force, but you pushed it aside, focusing only on the man before you. The crowd was clearly expecting a slaughter here. Your mind cleared, your thoughts sharpening into a razor's edge. You were a warrior, and you would not go down without a fight. You met his gaze, your eyes steady and unyielding. The fight was about to begin, and you were determined to emerge victorious, no matter the cost. [[Begin defensively|AR79]] [[Start off aggresively|AR80]]

You stood in the pit, your rudis held firmly in your hand, your eyes locked on the massive man before you. You decided to play it safe, to wait and observe, to let him make the first move. You had seen his strength and his brutality, and you knew that rushing in would be a mistake. He charged at you, his club swinging wildly, a brutal arc of destruction. You dodged, your body moving with a fluid grace, and as you did, you struck out with your rudis, the wooden blade connecting with his back. You expected him to flinch, to show some sign of pain, but he didn't. He didn't even slow down. Surprise and a flicker of fear coursed through you. You had underestimated him, and now you were paying the price. He swung his club again, a powerful, brutal strike that you barely managed to block. The impact sent a jolt of pain through your arms, a sting that made your eyes water. You stumbled back, your breath coming in ragged gasps, your mind racing. You needed a new plan, a way to turn the tide of this fight. You realized then that you had to stay out of his range, to use your speed and agility to your advantage. You had to be a ghost, striking from the shadows and disappearing before he could land a blow. Just like Crixus taught you. You took a step forward, a deliberate, calculated move, baiting him to attack. He took the bait, charging at you with a roar, his club held high. You dodged again, your body moving with a grace that belied the brutality of the pit. As you did, you struck out, your rudis connecting with his knee, a precise, powerful blow that sent him stumbling. He hobbled, his movements unsteady, his balance compromised. You could see the pain in his eyes, the realization that he was no longer the dominant force in this fight. You pressed your advantage, your rudis held ready, your eyes never leaving his. He swung his club again, a desperate, wild strike, but you were ready. You dodged, your body moving with a fluid grace, and as you did, you struck out, your rudis connecting with his throat, a precise, powerful thrust that sent him crashing to the ground. He grabbed his throat, his eyes wide with shock and pain, his body convulsing as he struggled to breathe. You stood over him, your victory complete, your skill undeniable. He should be fine after a day or so, it is just a wooden stick after all. Still, that would be painful. The crowd was silent, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief. They had expected a brutal, one-sided fight, but you had turned the tables, using your speed and agility to outmaneuver and defeat a man twice your size. Slowly, the trainers and your fellow trainees began to cheer, their voices a thunderous roar of approval. They appreciated the skill, the strategy, and the sheer mastery you had displayed. The crowd slowly joined in, their voices rising to a crescendo, a symphony of admiration and respect. You raised your arms, your chest heaving with exertion, your eyes scanning the crowd, basking in their adulation. [[Wait for you next opponent|AR81]]

The arena was alive with tension, the air crackling with anticipation. You decided to take the initiative, to show this man that you were a force to be reckoned with. You charged forward, your rudis held high, your eyes locked on your target. You struck first, your rudis connecting with his chest, a sharp, precise blow that sent a jolt of pain through your arms. But he didn't flinch. He didn't even slow down. He grabbed you, his hands like iron bands around your wrists, and with a single, powerful motion, he threw you across the pit. You hit the ground hard, the impact sending a wave of pain through your body, your breath knocked from your lungs. You lay there for a moment, stunned, your mind reeling from the sheer brutality of the attack. You had underestimated him, and now you were paying the price. You pushed yourself up, your body aching, your mind racing. You needed a new plan, a way to turn the tide of this fight. You decided to play it safe, to wait and observe, to let him make the first move. He charged at you, his club swinging wildly, a brutal arc of destruction. You dodged, your body moving with a fluid grace, and as you did, you struck out with your rudis, the wooden blade connecting with his back this time. You expected him to flinch, to show some sign of pain, but he didn't. He didn't even slow down. Surprise and a flicker of fear coursed through you. You had underestimated him again, and now you were paying the price. He swung his club again, a powerful, brutal strike that you barely managed to block. The impact sent a jolt of pain through your arms, a sting that made your eyes water. You stumbled back, your breath coming in ragged gasps, your mind racing. You realized then that you had to stay out of his range, to use your speed and agility to your advantage. You had to be a ghost, striking from the shadows and disappearing before he could land a blow. Just like Crixus taught you. You took a step forward, a deliberate, calculated move, baiting him to attack. He took the bait, charging at you with a roar, his club held high. You dodged again, your body moving with a grace that belied the brutality of the arena. As you did, you struck out, your rudis connecting with his knee, a precise, powerful blow that sent him stumbling. He hobbled, his movements unsteady, his balance compromised. You could see the pain in his eyes, the realization that he was no longer the dominant force in this fight. You pressed your advantage, your rudis held ready, your eyes never leaving his. He swung his club again, a desperate, wild strike, but you were ready. You dodged, your body moving with a fluid grace, and as you did, you struck out, your rudis connecting with his throat, a precise, powerful thrust that sent him crashing to the ground. He grabbed his throat, his eyes wide with shock and pain, his body convulsing as he struggled to breathe. You stood over him, your victory complete, your skill undeniable. He should be fine after a day or so, it is just a wooden stick after all. Still, that would be painful. The crowd was silent, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief. They had expected a brutal, one-sided fight, but you had turned the tables, using your speed and agility to outmaneuver and defeat a man twice your size. Slowly, the trainers and your fellow gladiators began to cheer, their voices a thunderous roar of approval. They appreciated the skill, the strategy, and the sheer mastery you had displayed. The crowd joined in, their voices rising to a crescendo, a symphony of admiration and respect. You raised your arms, your chest heaving with exertion, your eyes scanning the crowd, basking in their adulation. This was your moment, your triumph, and you savored every second of it. [[Wait for you next opponent|AR81]]

The arena was a symphony of cheers and applause, the crowd's voices a thunderous roar of approval. You stood in the pit, your chest heaving with exertion, your body aching from the intensity of the fight, but your spirit soaring with the adulation of the masses. You had put on a show, a display of skill and strategy that had left the crowd in awe, and you knew that this performance would not go unnoticed. You could hear the whispers, the murmurs of "sagitta," the crowd's new nickname for you, a testament to your speed and agility. You basked in the glory, your heart swelling with pride and satisfaction. This was what you had trained for, what you had fought for, and now, finally, you were getting the recognition you deserved. As the cheers began to fade, a new figure stepped into the pit, and you found yourself staring at a reflection of yourself, or so it seemed. The woman was taller and more muscular, her body a testament to years of training and combat. Her hair, a cascade of red that matched your own, flowed freely down her back, a stark contrast to your neatly styled bun. You blinked, your mind racing, trying to make sense of this unexpected turn of events. Your mother, Medaea, had spoken of your unique red hair, a trait that was rare and precious. You have seen only two people who have red hair, one is Medaea and the other is yourself. Now there is a third. You had never given it much thought, but now, seeing this woman, you couldn't help but wonder if there was a connection, a shared lineage that bound you together. The woman met your gaze, her eyes piercing into you, eerily familiar. She was emotionless, neither raging nor sorrowful. <<set $audienceFavor = 3>> [[Who is she?|AR82]]

Your mind raced, a whirlwind of questions and possibilities, as you stared at the woman before you, her red hair a mirror of your own. You dropped your guard, your rudis lowering slightly, your focus shattered by the sudden onslaught of memories and wonderings. Your opponent saw the opening, her eyes flashing with a predatory gleam. She moved with a speed that belied her size, her rudis a blur of motion as she struck out, catching you off guard. You reacted on instinct, your body moving to block the blow, but it was too late. Her rudis connected with yours, the impact sending a jolt of pain through your arms, your weapon clattering to the ground. You stumbled back, your breath coming in ragged gasps, your mind reeling from the sheer brutality and speed of her attack. You had expected her to be slow, to be predictable, but she was neither. She was a force to be reckoned with, a warrior who combined strength and agility in a way that was both beautiful and terrifying. She circled you, her movements fluid and graceful, her rudis held ready. You tried to anticipate her moves, to predict her attacks, but she was always one step ahead, her skill and experience a stark contrast to your own. You struck out, your rudis connecting with hers, a desperate, wild swing, but she parried it with ease, her movements precise and controlled. She was toying with you, you realized, her eyes gleaming with amusement and contempt. She was a master at her craft who had honed her skills to a razor's edge, and you were but a novice in her presence. She struck again, her rudis connecting with yours, the impact sending your weapon flying from your grasp. You stood there, disarmed and defeated, your body aching from the onslaught of her attacks. She approached you, her steps measured and deliberate, her rudis held ready. She placed the tip of her rudis against your neck, a silent declaration of your defeat. You could feel the cold, hard wood against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat of your own blood, pumping wildly in your veins. You met her gaze, your eyes wide with shock and disbelief, your body trembling with the effort of holding back your own tears. The crowd was silent, their eyes wide with shock and awe, their voices stolen by the sheer mastery and brutality of the fight. You had been outmatched, outmaneuvered, and outskilled, your head bowed. But you refused to accept it, refused to acknowledge the crushing weight of your failure. A surge of rage coursed through your veins, a primal, unbridled fury that demanded release. This is fueled by the fear that some random woman should not get to take away all your hard work and struggle. You acted on instinct, your body moving before your mind could catch up. You spun around, your arms wrapping around her neck, your fingers digging into her flesh as you attempted a chokehold. She was taken aback, her eyes widening in surprise, her body tensing as she realized your intent. But she was quick to recover her training and experience. She maneuvered, her body twisting and turning, her strength and agility a formidable force. You held on, your grip tightening, your body trembling with the effort, but it was no use. She drew you and herself close to the ground and attempted to throw you off. You reached out, your hand pressing against the sand, your elemental power surging to the surface. The ground beneath her foot shifted, the sand hardening and locking around her ankle, a trap that she could not escape. She looked down, her eyes widening in realization, her body tensing as she understood the implications of your action. But instead of fighting, instead of using her strength and skill to break free, she did something unexpected. She called for the 'missio', her voice clear and strong, a declaration of mercy and surrender. She raised her left arm, her fingers splayed in a gesture of peace, the index and middle fingers extended, and the remaining fingers clenched in a fist. You stared at her, your eyes wide with shock and disbelief, your body trembling with the effort of holding back your own rage. You had expected her to fight, to use every ounce of her strength and skill to overcome you, but she had chosen a different path, a path of mercy. The crowd was silent, their eyes wide with confusion and disbelief. They did not understand and could not comprehend why she would give up so easily, why she would surrender when she could have won. But you knew, you understood, and you released your hold, your body sagging with relief and exhaustion. You stood there, your chest heaving, your eyes locked on your opponent, a blend of gratitude and respect in your gaze. You had been given a second chance, a chance to learn and grow, and you would not squander it. You would train harder, push yourself further, and emerge from this experience stronger and wiser, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. [[Speak with her|AR83]]

She gives you a knowing smile and drops her rusids and leaves the pit. The arena was a symphony of confusion, the crowd's murmurs a distant hum as you followed her, your opponent, your steps quick and determined. You had dropped your rudis, the weapon clattering to the ground, forgotten in your quest for answers. You needed to know, needed to understand the enigma that was this woman, this mirror image of yourself. You caught up to her, your breath coming in ragged gasps, your eyes locked on her back. She turned, her red hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes gleaming with amusement. <<dialogue "Opponent" "Well, well, the little cheater comes to ask for answers.">> You flinched, her words a sting to your pride, a reminder of your own folly. You had lost control, had let your rage and shame overwhelm you, and you knew that you had to make amends, had to seek understanding. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I... I am sorry. I should not have reacted that way. I let my emotions get the better of me. My name is Philtra, and this is my hometown, Olympia. May I ask who you are? You are not from around here, are you?">> She smiled, a slow, warm curl of her lips that sent a shiver down your spine. It was a smile of forgiveness and of understanding, and it filled you with a sense of relief and gratitude. <<dialogue "Diana" "Apology accepted, little sister. But you must learn to accept defeat, to learn from it. Raging out and cheating is not the way. My name is Diana, by the way. And yes, I am new to Olympia.">> You nodded, your eyes downcast, your cheeks flushing with shame. You knew she was right and knew that you had much to learn and much to grow into. You took a deep breath, your mind racing with questions, with a desperate need for answers. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Diana, where are you from? And... and why do you have red hair like mine?">> Diana laughed, a sound of pure joy and amusement, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She reached out, her hand cupping your cheek, her touch gentle and reassuring. <<dialogue "Diana" "Ah, little sister, always so observant. Thank you for noticing.">> You blinked, your mind reeling from her words, from the implication of her touch, her familiarity. You pulled back, your eyes wide with confusion and disbelief. <<dialogue "Philtra" "But... but I am sure my mother, Medaea, had only one child. That is me. No one else. I got my red hair from her. I have never seen anyone else with red hair like mine in my entire life.">> Diana's smile faded, her expression turning serious, her eyes a depth of wisdom and experience beyond her years. She sighed, a sound of weariness and resignation, her shoulders slumping slightly. <<dialogue "Diana" "It's complicated, little sister. Where I am from, everyone is a sister to each other. We are all children of the same mother, of the same blood. But I, like a few others, have left that place and have ventured out into the 'men's world,' seeking adventure and seeking our own path.">> You stared at her, your mind racing, trying to make sense of her words, of the implications of her story. What was this place she spoke of, this world of sisters, of shared blood and destiny? And what of this 'men's world,' this realm of adventure and challenge that she had chosen to enter? You were confused, your heart aching with longing, fear, and wonder. You had so many questions, so many mysteries to unravel, and you knew that your journey, your quest for understanding, was only just beginning. [[More questions to ask|AR84]]

The world around you seemed to spin, the ground beneath your feet shifting as you grappled with the revelations Diana had dropped like stones into a still pond. Your mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of information, the threads of destiny that seemed to be weaving themselves into a tapestry of fate. <<dialogue "Diana" "The look on your face is priceless. I have heard of Medaea. From my mother, Hippolyta. She is known to us as a cunning sorceress, a servant of Aphrodite.">> You stared at her, your eyes wide with shock and disbelief, your heart pounding in your chest. You had never spoken of your mother's true nature, her connection to the gods, to anyone. And yet, here was Diana, a stranger, a mirror image of yourself, speaking of Medaea with a sense of familiarity. <<dialogue "Philtra" "But... how do you know this? How do you know of my mother?">> Diana chuchkled. <<dialogue "Diana" "It explains your elemental powers. The blood of the gods runs strong in our veins.">> You nodded, your mind reeling, the pieces falling into place, the puzzle of your existence beginning to take shape. But there was more, so much more that you needed to know, to understand. You remembered Ares revealing that Medaea was actually not your mother, and now this? <<dialogue "Philtra" "Diana, who is Hippolyta? And where did you come from? You dodged this question before.">> Diana's smile faded, her expression turning serious. She sighed, a sound of weariness and resignation, her shoulders slumping slightly. <<dialogue "Diana" "My birthplace can only be found by my fellow sisters. If it is in your destiny to go there, you will reach the shores of my homeland whether you want to or not.">> You blinked, your mind racing, trying to make sense of her words, of the implications of her story. What was this place she spoke of, this homeland of sisters, of shared blood and destiny?<<dialogue "Philtra" "But... but I have so many questions, Diana. So many things I need to know, to understand.">> Diana reached out, her hand caressing your cheek, her touch gentle and reassuring. <<dialogue "Diana" "I know, little sister. But I have my own destiny to pursue, my own path to walk. We will reunite, I promise you that. Until then, trust in the gods, trust in your own strength, and know that you are never alone.">> With that, she turned and walked away, her red hair a banner of defiance and mystery, a beacon of the unknown and the unknowable. You heard Tiberius's voice from behind you, <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Philtra! Where have you been? Why did you leave the pit? You could have just continued!">> You turned, your eyes scanning the crowd, searching for Diana, but she was gone, vanished like a phantom. You were left with more questions than answers, with a hunger for knowledge and understanding that gnawed at your very soul. But you knew, deep in your heart, that this was only the beginning, the first step on a journey that would take you to the very edges of the world and beyond. [[Move on|AR85]]

You put Diana away from your mind for now and focus on Tiberius. You get to him and apologize.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Sorry, master. I know I was not supposed to leave the pit, as I was the winner, but it was a good fight, and I wanted to speak with my opponent is all. I am not sure what came over me. I will not do that again.">>Tiberius sighs and lets it go, thankfully, he was in a rush, his movements brisk and efficient, his eyes scanning the crowd, his mind already on the main event, on the glory and the spoils that awaited him. He had tasked Spiculus with gathering everyone, with ensuring that the troupe was ready for the grand spectacle that lay ahead. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Spiculus, make sure everyone is accounted for. We leave for the Colosseum at once. Tetraites, Priscus, you are with me.">> With that you meet back up with your fellow trainees and the trainers and get in the car to go to the Colosseum. The journey to the Colosseum was a blur of motion and noise, the cart rattling over the cobblestone streets, the voices of your fellow gladiators a cacophony of excitement and anticipation. You sat in the back of the cart with Crixus, your mind still reeling from the encounter with Diana, from the revelations and the mysteries that seemed to swirl around you like a storm. The cart rumbled to life, the horses snorting and stamping their hooves, eager to be off. As you sat in the back, your eyes scanned the faces of your fellow gladiators, searching for a familiar gaze, a friendly smile. But there was one face that stood out, one pair of eyes that seemed to bore into your very soul. Crixus sat next to you, his voice a low whisper, a secret shared in the chaos of the cart's journey. His words were a sting, a reminder of the farce that had been your final fight, of the mercy that had been shown, of the victory that had been stolen. <<dialogue "Crixus" "Who was that woman, Philtra? And why did she give up so easily? This is not a win you can be proud of.">> You met his gaze, your eyes steady and unyielding, a silent acknowledgment of the truth in his words. You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper, a confession of your own doubts and insecurities. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You are right, Crixus. The victory was a farce. She was the true winner. But... I cannot speak of her, of who she is or where she came from. She did not reveal anything and kept it as a secret, a mystery that I must unravel on my own.">> Crixus leaned back, his expression thoughtful, his eyes never leaving yours. He seemed to understand, to respect the weight of your silence, the burden of your secrets. He nodded, a slow, measured gesture, a promise of his own discretion and support. <<dialogue "Crixus" "Odd... It is not every day that you see a woman who is bigger, stronger, and faster than your average man. I watched her. She is not part of any ludi, she was there on her own accord and left alone too. Very unusual for a woman from Olympia, must have been an outsider. Anyway, I am here if you need someone to talk to. We are all bound by the chains of our past.">> You smiled, a small, grateful curve of your lips, a silent thank you for his words, for his presence, and for the comfort of his company. You leaned back, your eyes closing, your mind drifting, as the cart rumbled on, carrying you towards the grand arena, towards the spectacle and the glory that awaited. The Colosseum loomed before you, a towering monument of stone and history, a testament to the power and the brutality of this polis. You climbed out of the cart, ready to be entertained. [[Enter the Colosseum|AR86]]

The Colosseum was a symphony of sound and spectacle, the roar of the crowd a thunderous backdrop to the drama unfolding in the arena. You sat with the other trainees, your eyes scanning the sea of faces, the forest of banners and standards, and the kaleidoscope of color and motion that was the empire's grandest stage. Your mind drifted back, a journey through time and memory, to a simpler place, a happier time. You remembered Kaelen, your childhood friend and your partner in mischief and adventure. You could almost hear his laughter and see his grin. You remembered the day he had sneaked you and Seraphina into the Colosseum, his eyes wide with excitement and anticipation. All three of you were too young to gain access to the arena legally, and thus you had to sneak in. He had been enthralled, captivated by the spectacle, the brutality, and the glory of it all. But you and Seraphina... you had been different. You had seen the blood, the pain, and the suffering, and it had left you cold and filled you with a sense of unease and dread. Kaelen had been fearless, reckless even, his heart always leading him into trouble. You remembered the illegal bets, the stolen drachmae, the lectures from his father, Eamon, and his stern, disapproving gaze that had followed him like a shadow. Eamon was the leader of the merchant guild in Olympia, handling most of the goods that were being traded. Proper royalty, but Eamon did not like Kaelen watching the gore, as Eamon thought this type of entertainment is for the peasants, and royal men are not supposed to be entertained by this barbarity. You had always wondered if Kaelen had outgrown his wild ways, if he had found his place in the world, or if he was still chasing the thrill in the arena and in his bets. You scanned the crowd, your eyes searching, your heart hoping, but there was no sign of him, no familiar face, no friendly wave. You sighed, a sound of disappointment and resignation, your shoulders slumping slightly. You had hoped and had let your imagination run wild with the possibility of his recognition and help. You thought of freedom, of the chains that bound you, of the life that lay beyond the walls of the Ludus Aitherios. You thought of Kaelen, of his wealth, his influence, his power to change your fate, to buy your liberty, to set you on a new path. It was a long shot, but it was a possibility, a glimmer of hope in the darkness of your captivity. You turned your gaze to the arena, to the gladiators who fought and bled and died for the entertainment of the masses. You wondered if you got introduced as Philtra, Kaelen was bound to recognize you, he would then reach out to you and reconnect with you. If you would ever see Kaelen again, if he would ever know the truth of your situation. [[Watch Pricus and Tetraites fight|AR87]]

You sat with the other trainees, your eyes locked on the center of the arena, where the master of ceremonies stood, his voice booming across the vast expanse, a roll of thunder in the symphony of the crowd's roar. The two men flanking him raised their salpinx, the trumpets gleaming in the harsh sunlight, their mouths pursed, their cheeks puffed with the effort of their blasts. The sound was a clarion call, a battle cry, a summons to arms that sent a shiver down your spine, a primal, visceral response to the call of combat. The master of ceremonies' voice cut through the din, a sharp, clear blade of sound that commanded attention and demanded silence. <<dialogue "Master of Ceremonies" "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the grand spectacle of the day! Today, we have a treat for you: a battle of titans from two of the most renowned ludus in the empire! From the Ludus Aitherios, we have the mighty Tetraites and the formidable Priscus! And from the Ludus Argyros, we have the fearsome Glaucus and the cunning Lycus! Prepare yourselves for a gregatim, a battle of two against two, where only the strongest will survive!">> The crowd erupted into a thunderous roar, their voices a symphony of approval and anticipation, a chorus of bloodlust and excitement. You could feel the energy, and the palpable sense of danger and drama that hung heavy over the arena. The two men with the salpinx blew again, their trumpets a clarion call, a signal that set the gladiators in motion. Tetraites and Priscus, your fellow gladiators, your brothers in arms, stepped forward, their weapons held ready, their eyes locked on their opponents, their bodies coiled and ready to spring. Glaucus and Lycus, the gladiators from the Ludus Argyros, mirrored their movements, their stances mirror images, their weapons a gleam of steel and death in the sunlight. The arena held its breath, the world seemed to slow, and then, with a roar, the battle began. The arena was a whirlwind of motion and strategy, a dance of skill, strength, and cunning. You watched, your breath caught in your throat, your eyes wide with awe and admiration as Tetraites and Priscus moved in perfect harmony, their defense a wall of steel, their offense a relentless tide of attacks. They were a force to be reckoned with, a team forged in the fires of the ludus, tempered by the crucible of combat, and honed to a razor's edge of precision and power. You could see it in their movements, in the way they anticipated each other's actions, in the seamless way they complemented and supported each other, and in the unbreakable bond of trust and camaraderie that held them together. The tempo of the fight was initially being dictated by them. They worked well together as a team. But Glaucus and Lycus were not to be underestimated. They were masters of their craft, gladiators of renown and reputation, and they knew the value of patience, of strategy, and of the art of war. They pulled back, their movements fluid and graceful, their stances relaxed, their eyes never leaving their opponents, their minds racing with plans and counterplans, with schemes and strategies. You could see the shift, the subtle change in the dynamics of the fight, as Glaucus and Lycus began to implement their new tactic: to split the pair, to isolate and conquer, to turn the tide of battle in their favor. It was a bold move, a risky gambit, but one that spoke of their confidence, their skill, and their unshakeable belief in their own abilities. Lycus was a master of the taunt, his words a sharp, cutting blade, his voice a siren's song of mockery and derision. He goaded Tetraites, his jibes and jests a relentless assault on the gladiator's concentration. And Tetraites, despite his best efforts, despite the warnings of Priscus, found himself drawn in, his anger and pride a chink in his armor, a weakness to be exploited. You watched, your heart pounding, your body tense, as Tetraites broke from Priscus, his movements a blur of speed and fury, his eyes locked on Lycus, his mind a whirlwind of rage and determination. The fight had changed, had shifted, and had become a battle of wills, a clash of egos, and a duel of honor and hubris. Now, it was two fights, two duels. Lycus versus Tetraites, a dance of blades and barbs, of steel and stinging words. And Glaucus versus Priscus, a test of strength and stamina, of endurance and expertise, of the very essence of what it meant to be a gladiator, a warrior, a fighter. The opponents were successful in their strategy. As soon as the pair split, everyone could see that the men from Ludus Argyros had the upper hand now and were dictating the tempo of the fight. [[Watch on|AR88]]

You watched, your heart pounding, your eyes wide with shock and awe, as Lycus and Tetraites traded blows, their weapons a blur of steel and death, their bodies a canvas of sweat and blood. Tetraites was a force to be reckoned with, his strength and skill a testament to his years of training and combat. He struck with precision and power, his blows a relentless assault on Lycus's defenses. And Lycus, despite being on the back foot, despite the pain that must have been raging through his body, fought with a ferocity and a cunning that was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. You saw the moment it happened, the instant when Tetraites's blade found its mark, when Lycus's knee and side were laid open, when the gladiator's body faltered, when his movements became a stuttering, stumbling dance of agony and despair. And you saw the shift, the change in Tetraites's demeanor, the rise of his pride, and the fall of his guard as he began to mock Lycus, to gloat, and to revel in his victory and his hubris. It was a mistake, a fatal flaw, a chink in his armor, and Lycus, with the speed and precision of a striking serpent, exploited it. As Tetraites approached Lycus with his weapon not at the ready, in a single, swift motion, he spun, his blade a silver arc of death, and slashed across Tetraites's throat, a brutal, merciless strike that ended the gladiator's life in an instant, a spray of blood and a gurgle of surprise and pain. Lycus fell too, his body crumpling, his breath coming in ragged, pained gasps, his eyes wide with shock and agony as he saw the amount of blood seeping out of him. He could see the tissues and ligaments of his knee sticking out, staring back at him. But he was not done, not yet. With a grim, determined expression, he began to crawl, to drag himself towards the exit, towards freedom, towards the promise of life. You gasped. Tetraites was a strong and powerful gladiator, one of Tiberius's elite, undone by a silly mistake. You look at the rest of the trainees' faces, the joy and pride are drained out of them. You did not like Tetraites at the start, but slowly, he sparred with you on a few occasions, and that is the only memory you will keep of him. Priscus, enraged, his heart a thunderous drum of fury and grief, broke from his duel with Glaucus, his movements a blur of speed and rage. He screamed and ran towards Lycus and eventually caught up to him, his sword a gleam of steel and vengeance, and with a single, powerful thrust, impaled the gladiator in the back, a brutal, final blow that ended his struggle. You knew Lycus was never going to make it. Even if he lived after losing a limb and having his internal organs put back into him and stitched, what kind of a life would he have lived? This was the end for him either way. Glaucus was too far away, his movements a futile, desperate dash to intervene, to save his friend. But it was too late, the deed was done, the life was taken, and the arena held its breath, a moment of silence, of shock, of awe, before the crowd erupted into a thunderous roar of approval and bloodlust. The fight was not over yet. The crowd wanted to see who the last man standing was. Now, it was a duel. Glaucus versus Priscus, a clash of titans, to honor their dead friends. [[Will Priscus survive?|AR89]]

Glaucus and Priscus clashed, their weapons a blur of motion, their bodies a canvas of pain and determination. You watched, your breath caught in your throat, as they fought with a ferocity and a skill that was terrifying. They were evenly matched, their strength and speed all balanced on the razor's edge of combat, all poised to tip the scales of victory and defeat. They drew blood, their blades finding their mark. The fight raged on, a lengthy, fierce battle of wills and weapons. The arena held its breath, the crowd a hushed, expectant mass, their eyes wide with anticipation, their hearts pounding with the thrill of the spectacle and the uncertainty of the outcome. But as the battle wore on, as the gladiators bled and tired, as their movements became a stuttering, stumbling dance of exhaustion, it became clear that there would be no fatal blow. They were locked in a stalemate. You turned your gaze to the stands, to the officials, to Tiberius, and you saw the fury in his eyes, the tension in his stance, and the anger in his voice as he argued and screamed. The owner of the Ludus Argyros was there too, the old man, older than even Tiberius, his voice a roar of protest, his face a mask of frustration, his body a coiled, ready spring of tension and rage. They argued and screamed, a testament to the passion and the pride that drove them. And then, with a blast of the salpinx, a clarion call, the fight was called, and the battle was over. The Master of Ceremonies stepped forward, his voice booming across the arena, a roll of thunder in the symphony of the crowd's roar.<<dialogue "Master of Ceremonies" "Ladies and gentlemen, this contest has been a display of unparalleled skill and bravery! But alas, there is no clear victor! This match is declared a draw. Praise the honor and strength of all four of these gladiators!">> The crowd erupted into a thunderous roar, their voices a symphony of approval and admiration, a chorus of respect and awe, a tribute to the gladiators, to their unbreakable hearts and souls. [[Look for Prisucs|AR90]]

As the Master of Ceremonies started announcing the next fight. You were worried about Priscus and went looking for him. The roar of the crowd was a distant murmur as you made your way downstairs near the opening, your steps quick and determined, your heart pounding with concern. You had seen the sheer savagery of the fight, and you knew that Priscus, your fellow gladiator, had been on the brink of death, had stared into the abyss and emerged, battered and bloodied, but alive. You found him in a small, dimly lit chamber, being nursed by a physician, you noticed on his chest a stark, red stain of blood. But his eyes... his eyes were alive, burning with a fierce, unbreakable spirit, a testament to his unyielding will to survive. Tiberius stood over him, his eyes scanning the gladiator's body, assessing the damage to his investment. You could see it in his gaze, the cold, hard gleam of a man who saw people as commodities to be used and discarded at his whim. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "You will be up for your next fight soon enough, Priscus. Do not disappoint me.">>Priscus nodded, a slow, measured gesture. You could see the tension, the delicate balance of power and loyalty that hung heavy in the air. Tiberius moved to gather the others and leave at once. Tiberius left, his steps brisk and efficient, his mind already on the next fight, the next battle, the next victory. You sighed, a sound of relief and gratitude. You were relieved, so very relieved, that Priscus was alive, that he would fight again, that he would not be another name on the long, bloody list of the fallen and the forgotten. Antistia entered, her steps quick and silent, her eyes locked on Priscus, her expression a mask of concern and love. She was his reason for living. You could see it in the way she moved, in the way she touched him, and in the way she looked at him, an unspoken language of devotion and desire. <<dialogue "Antistia" "You are safe, my love. You are alive. That is all that matters.">> Priscus kissed Antistia, now that Tiberius is not here. <<dialogue "Antistia" "I am fine. This wound will leave a pretty scar, though.">> He laughed to alleviate any lingering sorrows or concerns. You and Antistia helped Priscus up, your arms supporting his weight, your steps slow and careful, as you made your way to the cart. [[Travel back to the ludus|AR91]]

As you helped Priscus reach the cart, you saw Verus and Spiculus, their faces etched with lines of sorrow and respect, as they carefully wrapped Tetraites's body in white cloth, a final, dignified gesture of honor and remembrance. They carried him to the cart, their movements gentle, their expressions solemn, a gesture of their own devotion and loyalty to their fallen comrade. The journey back to the ludus was a somber, sorrowful procession, the air thick with the weight of loss and grief. You walked beside the cart, your steps slow and measured, your heart heavy with the knowledge of Tetraites's honor, his bravery, and his unyielding spirit that had been snuffed out in the arena, a victim of the brutal, unforgiving world of the gladiators. The cart rumbled along, the horses' hooves a mournful drumbeat, a funeral march that echoed the depth of your loss. Even though you did not know Tetraites as well as the other trainers and trainees, you shared in the weight of their sorrow. You could hear the sobs, the ragged, pained gasps of breath, and the muffled cries of men who had fought beside Tetraites, who had bled with him, who had laughed and lived and dreamed with him, and who now mourned his passing, his eternal silence. You returned to the ludus, the familiar walls and training grounds a stark contrast to the chaos and brutality of the Colosseum. But there was no joy in the return, no relief in the safety of home, only the heavy, oppressive weight of grief and the somber task that lay ahead. [[Travel back to the ludus|AR92]]

The funeral of Tetraites was a solemn, structured ritual, a journey from life to death, from the world of the living to the realm of the spirits. It was a time of mourning, of remembrance, of honoring the life of a man who had been more than just a gladiator, more than just a slave, more than just a fighter. Prothesis is the process of the preparation. Within the confines of the ludus, the prothesis began, a sacred, intimate ritual that marked the first step in Tetraites's journey to the afterlife. His body, still warm and heavy with the weight of his final battle, was gently washed and anointed with oil, a cleansing ritual that symbolized the purification of the soul. The women of the household, maids or other slaves, their faces etched with lines of sorrow and respect, dressed him in clean, white robes, a final, dignified gesture of honor and remembrance. You watched as they laid him on the bier, his body still. You saw the careful, reverent way they closed his eyes and mouth, a spiritual act that ensured the release of his soul and granted him passage to the next world, to the arms of the gods. A small, shiny coin, Charon's obol, was placed on his mouth, a symbolic offering to the ferryman, a payment for the journey across the river Styx, and a guarantee of safe passage to the afterlife. It was a poignant, bittersweet moment, a final goodbye. The ekphora, the funeral procession, was a somber, solemn affair, a journey through the streets of the polis, a final, public tribute to the life of a man who had been a gladiator, a warrior. The bier, carried by his fellow gladiators, his brothers in arms, his friends and comrades, was a stark, silent reminder of the loss, the absence, the void that his passing had left behind. You walked beside the procession, your steps slow and measured. You could hear the mournful notes of the flutists, their music a haunting, melancholic melody that echoed the depth of your pain, the ache of your hearts, and the weight of your shared sorrow. The streets were lined with people, their eyes wide with awe and admiration, as they paid their final respects, as they honored the memory of a man who had fought with courage, with honor, with an unbreakable spirit. The deposition, the final act of the ritual, was a solemn, sacred moment, a time of letting go, of granting Tetraites the peace and rest that he so deserved. The bier was placed upon the pyre, a towering structure of wood and kindling, where the fire would consume his body, which would release his soul and grant him passage to the afterlife. You stood there as the flames leapt and danced, as the smoke rose and curled, as the heat of the fire washed over you, a cleansing, purifying force that seemed to scour your very soul. The perideipnon, the banquet in honor of the dead, was a somber, reflective affair, a time of sharing stories, of remembrance, of celebration of the life that had been lived, the battles that had been fought, and the victories that had been won. You sat there, hearing their stories, as they honored his memory, as they kept his spirit alive, his legacy undimmed, and his name forever etched in the annals of their hearts and minds. And as the night wore on, as the stars twinkled in the sky, as the fire burned low, you knew that Tetraites was gone, that his journey had ended, that his soul had found its way to the afterlife. And you would continue on your journey, collecting these memories. [[Over the next few days|AR93]]

The days that followed Tetraites's funeral were a blur of routine and grief, a slow, painful return to the harsh realities of life in the ludus. The trainers and trainees went about their tasks, their movements mechanical, their hearts heavy with the weight of their loss, their sorrow a constant, aching presence that colored every moment, every breath, every beat of their hearts. Late one night, as the moon hung low and full in the sky, a summons came, a call from Tiberius. You hoped, you dreamed, you yearned for the touch of his hands, the heat of his body, the passion of his desire, a longing that had been denied for so long, a hunger that gnawed at your very soul. But as you approached his chamber, your body aching with arousal and anticipation, you saw her, Antistia, her form a silhouette in the flickering light, her presence a surprise and a bitter twist of fate. Tiberius's voice boomed after seeing you. He said.<<dialogue "Tiberius" "Priscus has asked for a favor, a reward for his victory. He has requested a night with a woman, and I have chosen you, Philtra.">> You stared at him, your eyes wide with shock and disbelief, your heart a thunderous drum of fury and betrayal. You thought of Priscus, of his love for Antistia, of the depth of their passion, and you knew, with a sickening certainty, that this was wrong, that this was a cruel, brutal mockery of their love. <<dialogue "Philtra" "But... but Tiberius, surely Antistia would be better suited for this task. She would....">>Tiberius's response was a sharp, cutting bark of laughter. A cold dread crept over you hearing that sound. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "The decision is made! You will pleasure Priscus for the night. Now leave, and do not make me repeat myself.">>You left, your heart a heavy, aching weight in your chest, your mind a whirlwind of rage and despair. You stood outside the chamber hoping to hear the conversation between Tiberius and Antistia. Did Tiberius find out about Priscus and Antistia? You waited, your heart pounding, as you peeked around the corner, your eyes wide with shock and horror. There, in the flickering light of the chamber, you saw them, Tiberius and Antistia, their forms a twisted, brutal tableau of power and submission, of pleasure and pain, of the unquestioning dominance of a man who saw her as his property. Tiberius stood over her, his body a towering, menacing presence, his eyes gleaming with a cruel, predatory light. Antistia lay beneath him, her body a canvas of sweat and fear, her eyes wide with terror and despair, her breaths coming in short, pained gasps, her heart a thunderous drum of fury and betrayal. You watched, your stomach churning, as Tiberius tore at her clothes, his movements brutal, savage, a relentless assault on her dignity, her modesty. Her robes fell away, a tattered, torn remnant of her former self, her body exposed, her quim and breasts bared to his hungry, cruel gaze. This is what awaited you too, this is what awaited every woman who dared to exist in this brutal, unforgiving world. Tiberius's hands roamed her body, his touch a cruel, brutal exploration, as he gripped her breasts, her quim, her thighs, and her arse, his fingers digging into her flesh, leaving marks, leaving bruises. Antistia cried out, her voice a broken, pained sob, a plea for mercy. But Tiberius was unyielding, his phallus hard and ready, a brutal, merciless weapon, the will of a man who saw her as nothing more than a vessel to dole out his punishment. He entered her, his movements brutal, savage, a relentless assault on her quim, as he claimed her, as he broke her, as he left her a broken, shattered wreck of a woman, a ghost of the vibrant, passionate soul that she had been. You watched, your heart aching, as Tiberius moved above her, his body a brutal, merciless machine. And when it was over, when the sounds of struggle and pain and pleasure and agony had faded, when the chamber was silent, when the night was still, you left, your heart heavy, your body trembling. [[Go to Priscus|AR94]]

You made your way to Priscus's chamber, your soul aching with the cruelty of Tiberius and of the men who saw you as nothing more than a quim and a pair of breasts. Priscus lay on his bed, his wounds still raw and healing. He looked up as you entered, his eyes wide with surprise and confusion. <<dialogue "Priscus" "Philtra? Where is Antistia? Why are you here?">> You hesitated, your voice a broken, pained whisper. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Tiberius... Tiberius took Antistia to his bed. He sent me to pleasure you, as a reward for your victory.">> Priscus's response was a roar of fury. <<dialogue "Priscus" "That bastard! I bled for him, I fought for him, I sacrificed everything for him, and this is how he repays me? By taking my lover, and using her and treating her like a whore?">> You looked at him, at the wounds that marred his body, at the pain that etched lines of agony and despair on his face. His wounds reminded you of your own power of the ability to heal. Ares's boon. You thought of feeding him your milk, of granting him the gift of healing. You have never utilized your boon yet. After taking a moment to think, you decide against it. It is important that no one knows about your powers. If they knew, eventually Tiberius would also know. Tiberius is no longer the same person you gave your flesh to on the nights. He has changed, and not for the good. With Priscus being the only elite gladiator in his retinue, this would mean you are next in line. As Servilia threatened, you will be the path to his fortune. He will use your power to heal against your will. So, it's better to keep it a secret. [[Speak with Priscus and Go to sleep|AR95]] [[Seduce and pleasure Priscus before going to sleep|AR96]]

You stood there as you looked into Priscus's eyes, as you saw the depth of his despair. You reached out, your hands gentle, your touch soothing. You said. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Priscus, let me tell you as someone who has previously been taken against her will, just like Antistia. What Tiberius did to her might break her, but she can rebuild herself. But if you don't accept her for this, that will truly shatter her in a way that she can never be made whole again. Do not make that mistake. She proved her love for you, now it is your turn to prove yours. Tiberius or any other man may take pleasure from her flesh, but her heart only belongs to you. Keep it safe, away from harm.">> Priscus calms down and accepts the reality of his fate. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Now, I wish to go to sleep. Unless...">>You look at him hoping he will refuse, which he does. <<dialogue "Priscus" "No... No. You know, there used to be a time when you arrived here new and pretty, I would have done anything to have you at my mercy. But, then, I met Antistia, and I know she is the only one for me. Also, you belonged to Tiberius, I could not get my hands on you even if I wanted to.">> he chuckled. You go over to him and give him a warm hug and a kiss on the forehead. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Good night then. Remember to be understanding and comfort her tomorrow when you see her.">> With that, you go to sleep. You have had a hectic few days. Your debut did not go as planned, and then Tetraites died, Tiberius continues to spiral and lose his mind. You need some answers and some peace. [[Sweet dreams|AR97]]

You and Priscus were bound by a shared sense of betrayal, a wound that cut deep and festered with each passing moment. In the quiet of the night, you made a decision, one driven by a desperate need for connection and escape. You chose to use your body to seduce Priscus, to find solace in each other's arms, if only for a night. Priscus initially resisted, his loyalty to Antistia unshakable. But you persisted, your words a gentle whisper in the darkness, a promise of a brief respite from the pain and anger that consumed you both. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Antistia is with Tiberius now. Let us share this night, forget our troubles, and find comfort in each other. This won't change anything between you and Antistia.">> Priscus hesitated, his internal struggle evident in his eyes. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he agreed. You began to undress, your movements slow and deliberate, a dance of seduction and invitation. You helped Priscus out of his clothes, your touch gentle and reassuring, your fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, the scars of his battles, and the map of his strength and endurance. He sat down on the bed, his body tense and unyielding, his phallus already beginning to stir with anticipation. You knelt before him. You took his phallus into your mouth, your tongue swirling around it, your lips creating a tight, wet seal as you began to suck and lick, your head bobbing up and down in a rhythmic, sensual dance. But Priscus remained unresponsive, his body limp and unaroused despite your best efforts. You tried to stir his passion, your hands and mouth exploring his body, your quim already wet and ready, your breasts heaving with each breath, your nipples hard and begging for his touch. Frustrated, you guided his hands to your body, encouraging him to touch and feel. You arched your back, pressing your breasts into his palms, your quim grinding against his thigh as you sought to ignite the spark you so desperately needed. But even this failed to ignite the fire you sought. Priscus's eyes filled with tears, his sobs a raw, painful sound that echoed in the small room, a testament to the depth of his anguish and despair. You pulled him close, your embrace a warm, comforting cocoon, your body pressing against his, your quim rubbing against his phallus in a silent, desperate plea for connection. You held him, your cheek pressed against his, your breath mingling, your hearts beating in sync, your bodies slick with sweat and desire. You whispered soft, soothing words, promises of a brighter tomorrow, of healing and hope, your voice a sultry, seductive murmur that promised pleasure and escape. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It's going to be alright, Priscus. Stay strong.">> Exhausted and emotionally drained, you did not pursue him any further, you both drifted off to sleep. [[Sweet dreams|AR97]]

In the depths of your slumber, the realm of dreams enveloped you, and there, amidst the swirling mists, stood Ares, his presence a towering, imposing figure, his eyes burning with an intensity that seemed to pierce the very fabric of your soul. You approached him, your steps hesitant, your voice a whisper of curiosity and desperation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Ares, you finally remember about me. I know why you chose to approach me now. I need to know about Diana. Who is she? Why does she look like me and call me sister?">> Ares's lips curled into a smirk, a cruel, knowing twist that made your skin crawl. He had claimed to tell the truth before and had accused Aphrodite of deceit, and you clung to that, a lifeline in the stormy seas of your uncertainty and doubt. <<dialogue "Ares" "I knew this day would come. I hoped that would be much later, but ok, it is what it is. Very well, I shall grant you a glimpse of the truth, a crumb of knowledge to sate your hunger. When you get the chance, travel close to the Black Sea, to a remote island, isolated from the touch of mankind. It is called Themyscira. There, on its shores, you shall find the answers you seek.">> You listened, your heart pounding, your mind racing with the implications of his words, the promise of truth, of understanding, of a past and a future that seemed to stretch out before you like an endless, beckoning path. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I will go, Ares. But if my mission takes me elsewhere, if I must first spill the blood of my enemies, then so be it. I will escape this ludus, I will kill Mnemonides, and then I will hunt Gryphion and end his life as well. Only then will I seek the shores of Themyscira.">> Ares's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with a warning, a promise of consequences if you dared to disobey. He shook his head, his voice a low, dangerous growl that seemed to vibrate through your very being. <<dialogue "Ares" "Foolish girl. You underestimate the risks, the dangers, the vastness of the world, and the time it would take. Gryphion is far, too far, and reaching him would be a journey of many years. No, you must be patient, you must bide your time. Forget about revenge, go there and learn who you are first. Then decide if you still want your revenge. Make a clean exit, continue to fight in the arena, and serve Tiberius diligently, and I will return to you. I will tell you when the time is right, when the path to Themyscira is clear and safe. Until then, be wise, be patient, be ready. Endure Tiberius's cruelty, let yourself go, and enjoy it if possible. I am watching over you.">> You nodded, his words a weight on your shoulders, a burden of responsibility and destiny that you could not ignore, could not deny, could not escape. You would follow his counsel, you would bide your time, you would serve your purpose, and you would wait for the day when the path to truth, to freedom, to Themyscira, would be laid bare before you. [[The next day|AR98]]

As the king's men meticulously secure the gold aboard the ship, you, Lysara, and the others are escorted back to the palace in separate carts. Basileos ensures that Lysara is accompanied by guards in one cart, while the rest of you are ushered into another. The arrangement is peculiar, and this causes you a pang of unease. You turn to Basileos, your voice laced with curiosity and a hint of concern. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos, why has Lysara been assigned a separate cart with the guards?">> Basileos hesitates, his gaze flickering to the dowager queen, who stands nearby with a knowing smile. Before he can respond, the dowager queen interjects, her voice smooth and enigmatic. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "All will be clear once we reach the palace, dear Philtra. Patience is a virtue, after all.">> You frown, the confusion gnawing at you, but you decide not to press the issue further. The journey to the palace is tense, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. As you arrive, Basileos's next request only deepens your bewilderment. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Everyone, please make your way to the throne room immediately. There is a matter of great importance that requires your attention.">> You exchange a glance with Lysara, who looks equally concerned, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity. The usual protocol of allowing travelers to rest after a long journey is overlooked, and you can't help but wonder what could be so urgent that it demands your immediate presence in the throne room. With a deep breath, you steel yourself for whatever awaits you, the mystery of Lysara's separation and the summons to the throne room swirling in your mind like a storm on the horizon. [[Why is Lysara isolated?|AP198]]

As you enter the throne room, your eyes widen in shock at the sight of numerous unfamiliar faces scattered throughout the court. The dowager queen's influence has clearly grown, and with it, the number of traitors in her fold. Your heart sinks as you realize the precarious position you and your companions are in. The atmosphere is thick with tension, and you can't help but feel a growing sense of dread for Lysara. Whispers and murmurs fill the air, the court's eyes fixed on her with disgust. You strain to hear the low voices, catching snippets of conversation that send a chill down your spine. Basileos steps forward, his voice commanding as he silences the chatter. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Lysara, step forward.">> Lysara complies, her steps hesitant and her eyes downcast. The weight of the court's gaze seems to crush her, and you can see the fear etched on her face. Basileos's next words are like a dagger to your heart. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Lysara, you are accused of seducing and murdering your own brother. Furthermore, you are charged with treason for aiding Mnemonides by providing him with information through your spy network. Do you deny these accusations? Remember, if you lie, you will face the wrath of Zeus.">> Lysara remains silent, her head hanging in shame, tears streaming down her cheeks. You know the truth of the accusations, but you also know that Lysara has changed, that she is no longer the woman she once was. Yet, you doubt that the court will see it that way. The dowager queen seizes the moment, her voice cold and calculating. <<dialogue "Dowager Queen" "Her silence speaks volumes. Lysara accepts her guilt.">> The court erupts into a cacophony of whispers and nods of agreement, the weight of Lysara's supposed treachery hanging heavy in the air. You stand there, a blend of anger, sadness, and resolve swirling within you, knowing that the battle for Lysara's life and your own has only just begun. [[Defend Lysara|AP199]] [[Do not interfere and watch how this plays out|AP200]]

You step forward, your voice steady and resolute, despite the storm of emotions raging within you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, I demand proof of these accusations. Lysara deserves a fair trial, and I will not stand by and watch her be condemned without evidence.">> Basileos's eyes widen in surprise, a sense of confusion flickering across his features. You can see the unspoken question in his gaze: Why are you defending her? The answer is simple, though unspoken: because I understand her, and I trust her.<<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, there are eyewitnesses in this court, and confessions from some of Lysara's spies who have already been adjudicated for their crimes and executed.">> He beckons forward two figures, and your heart sinks as you recognize them: Eamon, the leader of the merchant guild and father of your childhood friend Kaelen, and Thais, the infamous owner and manager of Olympia's largest brothel. Their presence here is a stark reminder of the web of deceit and manipulation that Lysara has been entangled in. Basileos commands them.<<dialogue "Basileos" "Recount your confessions to the court.">> Eamon speaks without hesitation. <<dialogue "Eamon" "Your Majesty, Lysara bribed and threatened us. She used our businesses for her shady dealings, and we were forced to comply.">> Thais joins him. <<dialogue "Thais" "The same is true for me, Your Majesty. Lysara's reach was extensive, and her methods were ruthless. We waited until she left the polis to make our accusations so as to protect ourselves.">> You turn to Basileos, your voice urgent and pleading. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, I ask for time to investigate these claims. Do not rush to judgment. Lysara may have made mistakes, but she is not beyond redemption.">> Basileos considers your request, his expression thoughtful and somber. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I would not have entertained this thought if anyone else had made this request, but very well. I will grant you this time. Guards, take Lysara to a cell to await further investigation.">>The guards move forward, their grips firm but gentle as they escort Lysara away. You watch her go, sadness swelling within you, knowing that the battle for her life and your trust is far from over. As the court is dismissed, you steel yourself for the challenges that lie ahead, ready to fight for the truth and the woman you have come to understand and respect. [[Talk to Basileos|AP201]]

You remain silent, your eyes fixed on the unfolding drama. Basileos addresses the court, his voice firm and unyielding. <<dialogue "Basileos" "The accusations against Lysara are not baseless. There are eyewitnesses in this court, and confessions from some of her spies who have already been adjudicated for their crimes and executed.">> He beckons forward two figures, and your heart sinks as you recognize them: Eamon, the leader of the merchant guild and father of your childhood friend Kaelen, and Thais, the infamous owner and manager of Olympia's largest brothel. Their presence here is a stark reminder of the tangled web of Lysara's past. Basileos commands them.<<dialogue "Basileos" "Recount your confessions to the court.">> Eamon speaks without hesitation. <<dialogue "Eamon" "Your Majesty, Lysara bribed and threatened us. She used our businesses for her shady dealings, and we were forced to comply.">> Thais joins him. <<dialogue "Thais" "The same is true for me, Your Majesty. Lysara's reach was extensive, and her methods were ruthless. We waited until she left the polis to make our accusations so as to protect ourselves.">> Basileos turns to Lysara, his voice demanding and impatient. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Lysara, confess to your crimes or deny them. Your silence will not protect you.">> Lysara remains silent, her head bowed and her tears falling unchecked. Basileos's expression darkens, and he turns to the guards with a sharp command.<<dialogue "Basileos" "Take her to a cell and starve her until she either admits or denies the claims.">> The guards move forward, their grips firm as they escort Lysara away. You watch her go, a sense of unease settling over you, wondering what the future holds for her and for the kingdom. As the court is dismissed, you are left with a heavy heart, the weight of Lysara's fate hanging over you like a dark cloud, and the knowledge that the truth may be more complex than it seems. [[Talk to Basileos|AP201]]

After everyone disperses, you pull Basileos aside, your voice low and urgent as you speak to him in private. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos, Lysara did commit those crimes, but she has changed. I trust her now, and I believe she is worthy of a second chance. Your mother is manipulating the circumstances and framing Lysara. This is not about protecting the kingdom. This is about power and control. She somehow knows that Lysara has turned and is now supporting me, and thus she is getting back at Lysara. That is it. You need to realize this.">> Basileos listens with skepticism. <<dialogue "Basileos" "My mother has her reasons for doing what she does. Some of her decisions are questionable, but I would not fault her for outing the traitors. What is the problem in executing them all?">>You shake your head, your voice tinged with frustration and accusation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos... You know this is wrong. The confessions are all coerced by the dowager queen, this is not justice. I vouch for her. Trust me, by now, I have earned that. After all that I have done for Olympia and you.">> Basileos hesitates, a flicker of doubt crossing his features, but he remains steadfast in his defense. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I trust my mother's judgment. But... I trust you more. I will lose the trust of my people as a king if I let this traitor go unharmed.">> You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you are about to ask. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand. I need your permission to place two of my trusted guards at Lysara's cell. I want to ensure she is not harmed while I am out looking for proof to exonerate her and prove her innocence.">> Basileos considers your request, his eyes searching yours for a moment before he nods. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Do as you please, I fear to comprehend how far you would go to achieve your goal. I admire your dedication to protecting those you care about. Just be careful out there.">> You notice a hint of jealousy in his voice, a subtle undercurrent that speaks volumes about his feelings. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I would do the same for you. You know that, right?">> A warm smile spreads across Basileos's face, his eyes softening with affection. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I know. And that means more to me than you can imagine.">> The moment is charged with an unspoken understanding, a comfort in the open expression of your feelings. You both share a look, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that has grown between you, a bond that transcends the complexities of your roles. [[Talk to Lysara|AP202]]

You hurry to the dungeon, your heart pounding with urgency. As you approach Lysara's cell, you find her huddled in a corner, her face streaked with tears and her eyes filled with a profound sense of despair. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Philtra, I'm going to die here. This is the end. You promised to protect me. I knew going against Klytemnaestra would bring about my end.">> You rush to her side, pulling her into a tight embrace, your voice a soothing whisper. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Shh. I'm here now, and I'm not going to let anything happen to you. Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, two of my most trusted praetorians, will be stationed outside your cell at all times. You know them, rest assured that you are safe with them.">> Lysara looks up at you, her eyes shining with hope and something more... love, perhaps, or the beginning of it. <<dialogue "Lysara" "I trust you with my life. I won't try to escape. I'll wait for you to save me. Even if I die here, I will never regret trusting you.">> You cup her face in your hands, your thumbs gently wiping away her tears. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And I will save you, Lysara. I promise.">> You lean in, your lips meeting hers in a kiss that is both a promise and a declaration of the feelings that have begun to blossom between you. Lysara kisses you back, her arms wrapping around your neck, holding you close as if you are her anchor in a stormy sea. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Words cannot describe my appreciation for you. To save me and prove my innocence, you need to out the real traitors and have them confess to the manipulations of the dowager queen. Eamon and Thais need to be removed from the game for us to win. I used to work with them, but they were tolerating me only because of the dowager queen, now that I am a hindrance to her, she has discarded me. She must be communing with the gods to know that my heart has turned against her. She was prepared to receive us... with cuffs, at least in my case. Also, the rest of the traitors need to be caught red-handed with evidence that will make my defense ironclad. Basileos will release me then. But you must do this before time runs out and he decides to execute me. I have no idea how long Basileos will wait. He does not strike me as the most patient man in this realm.">> You nod, your mind already racing with plans and strategies. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Don't worry, Lysara. I have a plan, and I will return to you soon with good news. Hold on, and trust in me.">> With a final, lingering look, you pull away, your heart heavy with the weight of your promise but light with the knowledge that you are fighting for something worth fighting for. As you leave the dungeon, with both the praetorians assigned as her guards. You are filled with a renewed sense of purpose, ready to navigate the treacherous waters of court politics and uncover the truth that will set Lysara free. [[Catchup with your parents|AP203]]

You make your way to your parents' chambers, seeking solace and guidance in the whirlwind of events that have unfolded. As you enter, you find only your mother, Medaea, present. Her eyes, a mirror of your own. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mother, where is Father? Is he well?">> Medaea smiles softly, her voice filled with a sense of pride and urgency. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Your father is training with the king. With the war fast approaching, they both, as the king and the general of the army, need to be at their peak to inspire their men. It warms my heart to see them pushing each other, united in their purpose.">> You nod, a swell of pride and admiration rising within you. The thought of your father and Basileos, the two men you hold in the highest regard, working together fills you with a sense of security and hope. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And how have you been, Mother? How is the court? I sense changes, and I need to understand them.">> Medaea's expression turns somber, her voice tinged with a hint of regret. <<dialogue "Medaea" "You would have noticed the changes, Philtra. The dowager queen has manipulated the spies and traitors to turn on Lysara. I allowed it, thinking it was for the best to get rid of Lysara. But now, seeing the pain it has caused you, I am not so sure. What happened on your trip to Sardis that changed your mind about Lysara?">> You take a deep breath, the weight of Lysara's past heavy on your heart. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Lysara was sexually abused by her older brother regularly. One day, she snapped and killed him. She did commit the crime, but given the context, she cannot be adjudged as a criminal. Klytemnaestra caught her right after the crime, but instead of arresting her, she was blackmailed into working for Klytemnaestra. On the trip, I built a real connection with Lysara, and I trust her with my life. She is a victim just as much anyone else.">> Medaea's eyes widen in shock and sympathy. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Oh, that is terrible. I had no idea. I will help you keep Lysara alive, and I will keep an eye on her safety.">> She leans in closer, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I now have a few servants and workers in the palace who are loyal to me. Klytemnaestra only coveted the wealthy and influential for her cause and forgot about the invisible people, the servants, who make the best spies.">> You feel a surge of gratitude and relief, knowing that you have your mother's unwavering support. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Mother. I need to rest today and start my quest tomorrow. Will you keep an eye on everything while I am gone?">> Medaea nods, her expression resolute. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Of course, my dear. I will watch over everything and ensure that Lysara is safe. You go and do what you must.">> With a final, heartfelt embrace, you part ways, your heart filled with a renewed sense of purpose and the unshakable support of your family. As you prepare to face the challenges ahead, you know that you are not alone, and that is the greatest strength of all. [[Retire to your room to rest|AP204]]

You retire to your chambers, the weight of the day's events pressing down on you. As you lie down, seeking the solace of rest, a soft knock at your door announces Myrrine's arrival. She slips inside, her eyes filled with concern and curiosity. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Philtra, how are you holding up? And what do you have planned?">> You sit up, your mind already racing with the strategies you need to employ. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm tired... There is still work to do, though. There are three major components to overturn the situation. First, Eamon. He is the leader of the merchant guild, and he needs to be replaced by someone I can trust. For now, I can only think of Kaelen as a replacement.">> Myrrine nods, her expression thoughtful. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Kaelen is a good choice. He is young, ambitious and would be loyal to you.">> You continue, your voice low and measured. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Next is Thais. She needs to be removed from the whorehouse and replaced with someone I trust. This will be dangerous, and I will need your help with it. I am not sure how to even approach this. I am hoping some opportunity presents itself.">> Myrrine's eyes light up with excitement. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I'm ready. Whatever you need, I'm in. I have been waiting for you to say that you need my help with something. Happy to make myself useful.">> You take a deep breath, knowing that the final component is the most complex and risky. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Lastly, I need to reach out to Thysa and Lyssa from the thieves guild. We need to work with them to forge and plant evidence on the traitors. Once they get caught, we will give them a choice: accept death or confess to the dowager queen's crimes and manipulations.">>As you finish speaking, Medaea enters the room, her presence commanding and her eyes filled with wisdom. She sits with Myrrine and you, her voice low and measured as she begins to disclose the important information she has been waiting to share.<<dialogue "Medaea" "I wanted to wait until all three of us were together to reveal this. Earlier, when you visited me, Philtra, I held back because I knew this information would be crucial for all of us to hear together.">> You and Myrrine lean in, your attention fully focused on Medaea as she continues. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Klytemnaestra possesses an artifact known as the Discordant Apple. This is a tool of the goddess Eris, sister of the god of war, Ares. The artifact is said to be a means for Eris to communicate with the dowager queen, allowing her to manipulate and blackmail people.">> You add to her point. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Before leaving for Sardis, I did catch her speaking with it. I did not understand what it is at that time.">> Myrrine's eyes widen in realization, and you feel a chill run down your spine as the implications of this revelation sink in. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I learned about this tool from back in my time at the academy of Aphrodite. It is nothing more than a tool for communication and cannot predict the future or peer into the past. As far as we know, the holder of the artifact will be guided by Eris to sow conflict in the land. The book I read spoke of a similar apple being given out by Eris at the behest of Ares, and as a result, a prosperous kingdom fell to ruin. We must not let history repeat itself again. As long as we are secretive and unpredictable, Eris cannot warn or guide the dowager queen. Without Eris's guidance, the queen is quite useless and not smart enough to thwart our plans on her own.">> You exchange a glance with Myrrine, understanding dawning in your eyes. The path forward becomes clearer, and you know exactly what needs to be done. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Mother. This changes everything. We need to act quickly and decisively.">> Myrrine nods in agreement, her voice filled with determination. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "We have our work cut out for us, but with this knowledge, we can turn the tables on Klytemnaestra.">> With a newfound sense of purpose and strategy, you all rise, ready to face the challenges ahead, knowing that the stability of Olympia hangs in the balance. Myrrine leans in, her voice a whisper. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Now that you know this, which one will you commit to first? All three quests can be done independently, so we can tackle them simultaneously if needed.">> You pause, considering the options, your mind weighing the risks and benefits of each course of action. The room is filled with a tense silence as you contemplate the path forward. [[Work on Eamon|AP205]] [[Work on Thais|AP206]] [[Work with Thysa and Lyssa|AP207]]

You decided to prioritize managing Eamon now. You turned to Myrrine, your voice firm and determined. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine, I need you to be ready. I have a plan, and you are a crucial part of it. We need to catch Eamon at a vulnerable point if we are to exploit him.">> Myrrine nodded, her eyes reflecting her resolve. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Of course, Philtra. I am at your service. What do you need me to do?">> Medaea, understanding your plan, although unspoken, stepped forward, her expression serious. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Myrrine, you will go to the royal estate of Eamon and seduce him. I will provide you with a potion that will make him mad with lust. Philtra will handle the rest of the plan.">> Myrrine's eyes widened slightly, but she nodded, accepting her role without hesitation. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I understand. I will do as you ask.">> You smiled, a slow and confident curve of your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Myrrine. Your part is vital to our success.">> Medea nodded, her brow furrowed in concentration. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Eamon recently bought up some mines and blacksmiths in and near Olympia. I am not sure what they are planning, but the amount of armor and weapons being produced has gone down. We should figure out if Eamon is supplying Mnemonides with some weapons and armor, the ones missing from the shipment that is expected to be received by the king's army.">> Your eyes narrowed as you processed this new information. <<dialogue "Philtra" "That is a crucial detail. I see you have utilized the time in the palace effectively, I have much to learn from you. Thank you, Mother. Once Eamon is removed, we will get the answers for this.">> You took a deep breath, your mind racing with the next steps. <<dialogue "Philtra" "With the plan now in place, we all know what to do next. Let's disperse and prepare for the tasks ahead.">>With a final nod to each other, the three of you went your separate ways. You, exhausted from your long journey and the day's events, retired to your quarters. You ate a light meal, your mind still buzzing with plans and strategies, before finally allowing yourself to rest. As you drifted off to sleep, you knew that the coming days would be crucial, and you needed all your strength and wit to see your plans through to success. [[Execute the plan|AP208]]

You considered your options, your mind racing with strategies. <<dialogue "Philtra" "We can't sneak in. We have to make an entrance and go through the main gate.">> Myrrine and Medaea’s eyes met briefly, their shared glance carrying an unspoken hint of worry.<<dialogue "Medaea" "You mean we should visit the brothel as royal customers?">> You nodded, your expression resolute. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Exactly. All three of us need to check it out. We'll prepare ourselves and visit by evening.">> With a plan in place, you all set to work, ensuring that your appearances were impeccable and your demeanors regal. You, Myrrine, and Medaea climbed into the cart, the clatter of hooves on cobblestones filling the air as you made your way towards the brothel. The lights in the polis blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors, a stark contrast to the weight of your mission. As you rode, you turned to Medaea, your voice tinged with concern. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mother, are you comfortable with this? You can drop off if you want to.">> For a moment, Medaea glanced at you, the glimmer in her eyes hinting at quiet humor and gentle rebellion.<<dialogue "Medaea" "Even though I am your mother, I do not mind. I am a follower of Aphrodite before anything else. You would faint if you heard of what I used to do in my young age before I met your father, Peregrine.">> You leaned in, your curiosity piqued. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I would very much like to hear those stories.">> Medaea chuckled, a sound rich with memories. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Perhaps another day. For now, remember, all three of us are followers of Aphrodite and must not behave prudishly. Aphrodite would be happy that we are spreading love and desire, even if it is in a brothel.">> Her words hung in the air, a reminder of the goddess's influence and the power of desire. As the cart rolled to a stop before the brothel, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the encounter ahead. The brothel's entrance beckoned, a promise of secrets and pleasures. [[Enter the brothel|AP236]]

You wanted to work with Thysa and Lyssa now and made your way to the underbridge entrance, the dimly lit passage a stark contrast to the bustling streets above. As you descended, the air grew cooler, and the sounds of the polis faded, replaced by the distant echoes of whispers and footsteps. You knew that Thysa and Lyssa, the enigmatic sisters who ran the thieves guild, were expecting you. Their intelligence network was legendary, and you were certain they had been watching your every move. As you entered the guildhall, the vast chamber was illuminated by flickering torches, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. Thysa and Lyssa stood at the far end, their figures framed by the dim light. Thysa, her voice a low purr, greeted you with a mix of amusement and impatience.<<dialogue "Thysa" "Philtra! You're late. We expected you to come sooner.">> You bowed your head slightly, a gesture of respect and acknowledgment. <<dialogue "Philtra" "My apologies, Thysa. I had some pressing matters to attend to. But why were you expecting me to come to you earlier?">> Lyssa, her eyes sharp and knowing, stepped forward. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "Because we know about your situation. The discordant apple, the dowager queen being the pawn of Eris, the impending war, Mnemonides's betrayal, his supporters, the traitors in your court, do you want me to go on? we're aware of it all.">> Their knowledge of all the events is troubling your mind. You wait for them to continue. Thysa handed you a scroll, her expression serious. <<dialogue "Thysa" "Here is a list of the names of those traitors. We've been watching them for some time.">> You unrolled the scroll, your heart pounding as you scanned the names. Each one was a shock, a betrayal that cut deep. <<dialogue "Philtra" "This... this is incredible. I had no idea. I expected there to be less, but there are so many of them in this list.">> Lyssa nodded, her voice steady and sure. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "Oh, there is more of that to come. But Thais and Eamon are something we cannot help with. But we have a plan for the remaining traitors. A plan that will be ready to be triggered soon.">> Your mind is still troubled by all this new information given to you unprompted. [[Question their source|AP264]]

You woke up the next day, your mind already focused on the tasks ahead. You made your way to Eamon's royal estate, where Kaelen met you at the gate, his expression hurried and distracted. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Philtra, what a surprise! I was just on my way out. There are events at the Colosseum today, gladiator matches. Would you like to join me?">> You agreed, seeing an opportunity to leave Eamon alone for Myrrine's planned approach. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I would love to, Kaelen. Lead the way.">> You both climbed onto the cart, and Kaelen urged the horses forward, the estate fading into the distance behind you. As you rode, you asked Kaelen. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Are you still betting on the fighters? I was hoping you would grow out of that habit at some point.">> He laughed, a sound filled with nostalgia and excitement. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Never! I'll always love the games and the crowd. It's in my blood, you know? I am surprised that you are joining me. You and Seraphina were never interested in the fights as much as I was. You had a change of heart? Or maybe you are joining me to ogle at the gladiators, huh?">> You laughed and slapped his arm playfully. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You dog! no... I wanted to catch up with you. I was in the kingdom of Lydia for a while securing the alliance, and the events there reminded me of you and thus I just dropped by to catch up with you.">> Kaelen settles back in the carriage and says, <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Is it? I know the kingdom of Lydia is known for its gold. What happened there? tell me all about your adventures.">> You describe the events that transpired in Lydia and obscure all the important events and only give him an idea about the polis and its gold. You joke and laugh to fill the travel time. After a while, You reached the arena, and the roar of the crowd enveloped you as you took your seats among the spectators. A match was already in progress, but you had little interest in the games. Your mind was elsewhere, focused on the plan and the potential outcomes. Kaelen, however, was fully engrossed. He leaned over, his voice barely audible over the cheers. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "You know, I've always wanted to become a lanista myself. Run my own gladiator school, and train the fighters. But my father would never allow it. I know all about how to manage the gladiators, but my dream needs to wait a while longer.">> You laughed, remembering a time long past. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I remember when we were young, and you used to bring Seraphina and me here. You'd place bets even then, and every time, you'd get caught by your father and get a strong talking-to about it. Eamon despised the gladiator fights. I remember him saying that he wanted you to learn his business rather than focusing on the fights.">> Kaelen chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Years later, and nothing has changed. If I lose my bet today, I'll be in trouble with him again. But it's worth it for the thrill of the games. I have learnt a lot from my father. He has taught me a lot about running his businesses, but I am not interested in any of them. I just can not pretend that I like anything more than what I am doing now.">> You nodded, your thoughts drifting back to the task at hand. You hoped that Myrrine was successful and that Eamon would be receptive to her advances. With Kaelen occupied here, the stage was set for your plan to unfold. [[Push Kaelen further|AP209]]

You turned to Kaelen, your voice soft and inviting as you leaned in closer, as you took on a more flirty demeanor to get his attention. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Kaelen, tell me, are you learning the family business from your father?">> Kaelen's chest puffed up with pride, and he nodded enthusiastically. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Indeed, I am. My father is a shrewd businessman, and I am learning everything from him. Recently, he secured some mining contract work just outside Olympia, near the mountains. It's a lucrative venture, and I'm eager to be a part of it. Sooner rather than later he will expect me to take over from him. He is getting old and so am I... Unfortunately.">> Your interest piqued at the mention of the mining contracts, remembering Medaea's information about Eamon's recent acquisitions. You filed this away for later consideration, your mind racing with the implications. Kaelen's attention was soon drawn back to the arena, where a young man approached him. Kaelen handed over a bag of gold coins and pointed at one of the fighters, his lips moving in what must have been a bet. The crowd's roar drowned out his words, but you could see the excitement in his eyes. As the match progressed, Kaelen leaned over to you, his voice filled with enthusiasm. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Philtra, let me introduce you to the fighters. That ludus over there is Ludus Aitherios, situated right here in Olympia. I support them wholeheartedly. I have even been to the ludus myself. An awe-inspiring place really.">> He pointed out the lanista, Tiberius Claudius Eutychus, a former gladiator who had earned his freedom on this very sand of this arena. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "And there are the trainers: Spiculus, Verus, and Crixus. They're the best in the business.">> He then gestured to Tetraites and Priscus, the elite gladiators, with admiration. You feigned interest, your eyes wide with pretend astonishment. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You know all the gladiators? That's impressive!">> He laughed, a sound of pure joy. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Oh, I know more than just the fighters. I know all the servants and maids in the ludus too. It's all part of the game, you see.">> The match continued, and the crowd's cheers reached a fever pitch as the fighters clashed in the arena. Finally, the match ended, and to Kaelen's delight, his bet had paid off. The young man returned with a heavier bag of coins, which Kaelen accepted with a triumphant grin. With the day's excitement behind you, you and Kaelen climbed back onto the cart, the clinking of coins a satisfying sound as you made your way back to the estate. Your mind, however, was already racing with the next steps of your plan and the information Kaelen had unwittingly provided. [[On the road back to the estate|AP210]]

As the cart rumbled back towards the estate, Kaelen finally seemed to notice your advances, his eyes lingering on your curves with newfound appreciation. You leaned in, your voice a playful tease. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Now that we're away from the colosseum, you finally see me, Kaelen?">> Kaelen chuckled, his hand resting on your thigh, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "No... you're always a vision to behold, but sometimes a man needs a bit of distraction. Like the games, you know?">>You smiled, your mind racing with the information you needed. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Speaking of distractions, tell me more about these mines your father mentioned. Where exactly are they located?">> Kaelen's hand tightened on your thigh, his voice growing distant as he thought. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Oh, they're somewhere near the mountains, just outside Olympia. Eamon's been quite secretive about the details, but I know it's a big operation.">> You feigned interest, your body leaning into his touch. <<dialogue "Philtra" "That sounds exciting. And when does your father plan to visit these mines?">> Kaelen seemed to grow weary of the topic, his eyes darkening with desire as he pulled you closer. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Why the interest in my father's whereabouts, Philtra? You're not usually so curious about his business.">> You saved the situation with a coy smile, your voice a sultry whisper. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Well, if Eamon is away, that means I can visit you at the estate anytime I want. I cannot visit you with him watching over you. I wouldn't want to spread any nasty rumors about our union, you understand?">> Kaelen fell for your lie, his eyes lighting up with understanding. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Ah, I see. Well, Eamon will be leaving for the mines tomorrow and is expected to be there for a few days. So, you have some time to... visit.">> As the cart approached the estate, you thought back to your plan, a smirk playing on your lips. You hoped to find Eamon mad with lust on top of Myrrine, her screams of protest echoing through the halls. Once he regained his senses, you would press him, using his assault on a foreign princess as leverage, with you and Kaelen as witnesses. It was a risky plan, but one that could secure your father's position and deal a blow to Mnemonides' influence. You kept your thoughts to yourself, knowing that if Kaelen suspected your true intentions, he would side with his father, and that was something you couldn't afford. [[Look for Eamon and Myrrine in the estate|AP211]]

The cart came to a halt at the entrance, and as you stepped down, your eyes immediately fell upon Myrrine and Eamon standing on the balcony, each holding a cup of wine. You realized you had arrived a bit too early, Myrrine hadn't yet had the chance to add Medaea's potion to Eamon's drink. Myrrine caught your eye and subtly signaled for you to leave, indicating that the plan had gone awry. You stopped in your tracks, your mind racing as you tried to come up with an excuse to depart. Kaelen, noticing your hesitation, stepped forward with a welcoming smile. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Philtra, why don't you come in and have some refreshments before you leave?">> You stumbled over your words, your eyes darting to the balcony where Myrrine and Eamon stood. Just then, Klytemnaestra emerged from the room, joining them on the balcony. It all clicked into place, Klytemnaestra had anticipated your attack on Eamon and had arrived to protect her pawn. To avoid being seen by Klytemnaestra, you quickly leaned in and gave Kaelen a kiss, your voice a hurried whisper. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Kaelen, I'll visit you once Eamon is gone. I just remembered, I'm needed in the court. I must go.">> Kaelen, oblivious to the underlying tension, was simply thrilled by your kiss. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "I can't wait for tomorrow.">> With that, you quickly ducked below the trees lining the entrance to the estate, ensuring you couldn't be seen from the balcony. You stealthily made your way out, hoping that Myrrine could manage the situation on her own. Your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as you retreated, wondering what Klytemnaestra's next move would be and how you could adapt your plan to counter hers. [[Back to the palace to come with a new plan|AP212]]

You returned to the palace, your mind racing with the events of the day. You found Medaea waiting for you with concern etched in her face. Together, you waited for Myrrine, hoping she had managed to escape unscathed. After what felt like an eternity, Myrrine arrived, her cheeks flushed and her breath slightly ragged. She handed Medaea the unused vial of potion, her voice low and urgent. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "The dowager anticipated our move. When I arrived, she was already there with Eamon. She kept a close eye on me the entire time, ensuring our plan didn't come to fruition.">> You nodded, your suspicions confirmed. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Eamon doesn't know about our plans, then?">> Myrrine shook her head. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "No, he received me warmly, but the dowager's presence made it impossible to proceed.">> You took a deep breath, your mind already formulating a new strategy. <<dialogue "Philtra" "We need to be more subtle and unpredictable this time. Eamon is expected to leave for the mines tomorrow and will be there for a while. Myrrine, I need you to host a ceremony in the palace exactly three days from now. I'll convince Basileos to permit it. The dowager queen will be occupied with the guests that night, giving me a chance to slip out and find the mines myself.">> Medaea's brow furrowed with worry. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, that's too risky. What if something goes wrong? Our previous plan failed, why do you think the next plan will succeed? Having a plan inside Olympia is one thing but planning go out on your own outside the gates at the night is a big risk and can have catastrophic consequences, if the plan fails.">> Myrrine chimed in, her voice echoing Medea's concerns. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "And how will you locate the mine without knowing its exact location? Riding in a horse in the night looking for a mine in a general vicinity is not a good idea.">> You smiled, a slow and confident curve of your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I have a plan for that too. The dowager queen only watches Eamon to protect him, and I'm going to use Kaelen to get to him. Knowing the exact location of the mines is a good first step towards uncovering the dowager queen's plan. We don't necessarily need to implicate Eamon, at least not right away.">> Medaea and Myrrine exchanged glances of doubt. <<dialogue "Medaea" "It's risky, but it might just work. It is so risky that Klytemnaestra might rule it out as a possibility, giving us the opportunity to take advantage of it. We have to be careful and stay one step ahead of her.">> Myrrine nodded in agreement. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I'll do my best to host a convincing ceremony. Let's hope Basileos agrees to it.">> With the new plan in place, you all knew the stakes were high, and the risk of failure loomed large. But you were determined to see this through. [[The next day|AP213]]

The next day, you went to Basileos, finding him near the garden, where he seemed to be waiting for your father, Peregrine, to train with you. However, Peregrine had not yet arrived, so you playfully asked Basileos if you could train him instead. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos, I wanted to ask your permission for a couple of things, but since my father is not here yet, I would like to indulge myself. Would you mind if I spar with you instead? It's been a while since I trained. But I promise I won't go easy on you.">> Basileos laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement and a hint of challenge. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Oh, is that so? I'd be delighted to see what you've got, Philtra. But don't say I didn't warn you, I wont go easy on you either.">> You both began sparring with wooden swords, the clashing of wood echoing through the garden. As the sparring continued, Basileos slowly realized that you were exceptionally skilled with a sword. He started to appreciate your abilities, hiding his admiration and growing affection for you. You, sensing his restraint, challenged him to take the sparring more seriously and give you a proper challenge. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Come on! You're holding back. Give me a real challenge, or are you afraid you, the king of Olympia, might lose to a woman?">> Basileos' eyes narrowed playfully, and he agreed, his attacks becoming more ferocious. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Afraid? Never. But I must warn you, Philtra, I don't hold back. Are you sure you're ready for this?">> You met his increased intensity with agility and skill, using your nimble feet to dodge his strikes. Basileos, understanding your pattern, closed the distance and began wrestling you at close range, where the long-range sword attacks were less effective. You were surprised by this tactic and tried your best to create distance, but Basileos was too strong. He wrestled you to the ground, and the two of you tumbled together, your bodies pressed close. Finally, Basileos pinned you to the ground, and you both took a deep breath in that position, with Basileos on top of you. His eyes locked onto yours, and you could see the desire and admiration in his gaze. He slowly lowered his head towards you, his lips almost brushing yours as you both gasped for air. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in that intimate moment. Just before your lips could meet, your father, Peregrine, cleared his throat, announcing his arrival and politely suggesting that King Basileos release you. Even though nothing was said out loud, both you and Basileos understood the implications of the situation. You quickly separated and stood up, straightening your crumpled clothes, your hearts still racing from the intense sparring and that intimate moment. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Father! we were waiting for you.">> You laugh sheepishly, knowing he would not be fooled by this sorry excuse of an attempt to cover up what happened between you and the king. Basileos, unable to look at Peregrine in shame, addresses you. <<dialogue "Basileos" "You are a formidable opponent. You wanted to ask me for two favors before we got distracted by other things. Please ask and it shall be yours.">> The moment had passed, but the underlying tension and unspoken feelings remained, adding a new layer of complexity and excitement to your interactions with Basileos as you realized that you had never felt this affection for a man before and may never again in the future. [[Ask for the favor|AP214]]

You turned to Basileos, your voice filled with a blend of confidence and charm. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos, I have two requests that I hope you will consider. First, I would like your permission to host a ceremony celebrating our new alliances. All the noble and royal families will be invited, and you and Klytemnaestra will be the hosts.">> Basileos raised an eyebrow, his expression thoughtful. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Can this wait until the war is over? A celebration now might be premature.">> You shook your head, your eyes locked onto his. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The people need to feel joy and hope, Basileos. There are nasty rumors about the impending war, and they are on edge. As a king, it's your job to make sure that the people feel secure in this polis. A celebration will lift their spirits and show them that we are united and strong.">> Basileos considered your words, and after a moment, he nodded in agreement. <<dialogue "Basileos" "You make a compelling argument. Very well, I will permit the ceremony.">> You smiled, knowing you had won him over. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you. I am grateful for your understanding. Now, for my second request. I would like to facilitate the purchase of Ludus Aitherios from its current lanista to Kaelen, Eamon's son. Kaelen is a good friend of mine, and I would like to help him attain his dream of being a lanista.">> Basileos looked at you curiously. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Why would you need my permission for that? The sale and purchase transactions can happen without the involvement of a king.">> You leaned in closer, your voice low and persuasive. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Having your permission will strengthen Kaelen's position and legitimize his claim to the ludus. It will show that he has the backing of the king, which will be invaluable in his new role.">> Basileos shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I don't care either way, but since you want it so much, I will agree to it.">> You beamed at him, your eyes shining with gratitude. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Basileos. There is one more thing. I would like to keep these two requests a secret so that everyone is surprised by the announcements.">> Basileos nodded, his expression serious. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Of course, Philtra. Your secrets are safe with me.">> With your requests granted and your plans set in motion, you felt a surge of excitement and anticipation. The stage was set for your next move, and you were ready to see it through to the end. You leave Basileos to start training with your father. [[Move ahead with the plan|AP215]]

With Basileos's approval secured, you informed Myrrine and Medaea of the plan, their eyes widening with a nervous anticipation. You then made your way to the royal estate of Eamon, knowing that your absence would be noticed and your presence there would spark curiosity and gossip. As you approached the estate, you saw Kaelen waiting for you, his eyes lighting up with joy and desire. You greeted him with a warm smile, your voice a sultry whisper. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Kaelen, it's so good to see you. I've missed you.">> Kaelen, completely enamored, took your hand and led you inside, ensuring that the servants and maids noticed your arrival and the intimate way he held you. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Philtra, I'm thrilled you're here.">> You asked for a tour of the estate, and Kaelen eagerly obliged, showing off his father's vast holdings with pride. He pointed out the grand halls, the luxurious gardens, and the impressive stables, his voice filled with admiration for his father's achievements. However, as you walked through the estate, you noticed that Kaelen avoided one room in particular. You start walking towards the door, knowing what is inside. Kaelen's expression turned serious, and he grabbed your arm and shook his head. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "That's my father's study. No one enters that room without him present. It's his private space, and he keeps important documents and plans there.">> You nodded, filing this information away for later. As the day wore on, you made sure to acquaint yourself with the maids and servants, charming them with your warmth and kindness. They all seemed to take a liking to you, and you could sense their approval of your presence in the estate. As the sun began to set, you turned to Kaelen, your eyes sparkling with invitation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Would you like me to stay the night?">> Kaelen's eyes widened with surprise and delight, and he quickly agreed. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Of course! I would be honored.">> You spent the evening laughing and enjoying each other's company, the chemistry between you palpable. As night fell, you retired to Kaelen's chamber, your hearts racing with anticipation and desire. The room was dimly lit, casting a warm glow over your faces as you embraced, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss. You knew that the night ahead would be filled with pleasure and intimacy. [[Sleep with Kaelen to convince him and the servants|AP216]] [[Reject his advances politely and turn him down|AP217]]

You stripped naked with a knowing smile on your face, your body glistening in the soft moonlight that filtered through the open doors and windows, casting a cool blue tint over your curves. With a playful, confident smirk, you sauntered towards Kaelen, your hips swaying with each deliberate step, your breasts bouncing slightly with your movement. Just as you were about to climb onto the bed, you looked back at the door, and you quickly rushed out of the room, your naked form on full display, your arse cheeks jiggling with each step. You summoned a nearby servant, your voice sultry and commanding, laced with a hint of dominance. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Bring us some grapes, will you? And make it quick. I have a... thirst that needs quenching.">> The servant's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she took in your naked body, her gaze lingering on your exposed quim and your pert nipples. She quickly curtsied, her voice barely above a whisper. <<dialogue "Servant" "Yes, my lady. Right away.">> She hurried off to fetch the grapes, her mind no doubt racing with the scandalous sight she had just witnessed. You returned to the bedroom, your body still bare, your skin tingling with anticipation. You made your way to Kaelen, who looked at you with desire, his eyes roaming over your curves, drinking in every inch of your naked form. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "I've been waiting for this moment since forever. It was worth the wait.">> With a growl of anticipation, he pounced on you, his hands exploring every inch of your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples, and gripping your arse cheeks. He lived out his wildest dreams and fulfilled his deepest desires, his touch hungry and urgent. As you both lost yourselves in a flurry of kisses and caresses, the servant returned with the grapes, her steps hesitant, her eyes darting between you and the door. You signaled for her to wait, your eyes never leaving Kaelen's as you continued to stoke the fire of his passion. You noticed other servants peeking in, their eyes wide with shock, their breaths hitching as they witnessed your intimate moment. This was exactly what you wanted. They would all bear witness to your dominance, knowing that you had Kaelen's heart as well as his phallus. You pushed Kaelen onto his back and straddled him, your quim hovering just above his phallus. You leaned down, your breasts pressing against his chest, your nipples hard and sensitive. You whispered in his ear, your voice a low, sultry purr. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I want you to watch me, Kaelen. Watch as I take you deep inside me.">> With that, you slowly lowered yourself onto his phallus, your inner muscles clenching around him as you took him inch by inch, your eyes locked onto his, your breath coming in soft gasps. You began to ride him, your hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm, your body undulating with each movement. You reached down, your fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles, matching the rhythm of your hips. Kaelen's hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he met your thrusts, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. You leaned back, your hands braced on his thighs, your body arched, your breasts thrust forward, and your nipples hard and begging for attention. You cried out, your voice conveying your command over him. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Harder, Kaelen. More! Make me scream!">> Kaelen complied, his thrusts becoming more intense, more desperate, his body slamming into yours with each powerful stroke. Your body tensed, your inner muscles clenching around his phallus as you cried out, your release ripping through you, leaving you trembling and gasping for breath. Kaelen, spurred on by your release, continued to pound into you, his movements frantic, his breath coming in ragged gasps. With a final, powerful thrust, he reached his end, spilling his seed deep inside you, his body shuddering with the force of his release. He collapsed on the bed, his body slick with sweat, his heart pounding, and slowly drifted off to sleep, a contented smile on his lips. You disentangle from him and catch your breath. You, still naked and with Kaelen's seed dripping from your quim, walked over to the servant, your voice a low, sultry purr, laced with a hint of command. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Did you enjoy the show, my dear? I hope you learned something new.">> The servant blushed deeply, her cheeks flushing a dark crimson, unable to form a coherent response, her eyes darting between your naked body and the floor. You reached out, slowly moving her clothes aside, and touched her quim, feeling her wetness, your fingers sliding easily through her folds. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It seems you did. Your quim is so wet, so ready. Too bad you can't have what I have. Now, make sure none of you access this floor for the rest of the night. We need our privacy. And if any of you dare to disturb us, you'll face my wrath. Understood?">> The servant quickly curtsied, her voice a shaky whisper. <<dialogue "Servant" "Yes, my lady. We understand.">> She scurried away, her mind no doubt a whirlwind of the scandalous scene she had just witnessed, her body no doubt aching with unfulfilled desire. The servants are sure to be busy discussing this, and you knew that your reputation as a seductress would only grow, ensuring that your plans would unfold as desired. [[Sneak out|AP218]]

Kaelen, unable to contain his desire, pounced on you with a hunger that was almost feral. You tolerated his advances, feigning interest as you allowed him to explore your body with his hands and lips. You moaned softly, your voice a low, sultry purr that was meant to stoke his fire. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Oh Kaelen, always so passionate. I love it when men take control.">> As he continued to kiss and caress you, you slowly began to pull away, your voice taking on a tired, almost dreamy quality. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm sorry... I'm so tired. I think I need to rest.">> Kaelen's eyes dropped with disappointment, but he nodded, understanding your need. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Of course, my dear. I'm sorry for being so eager. Get some rest, and I'll be right here when you wake up.">> He rolled over, his back to you, and you could hear his breathing slowly even out as he drifted off to sleep. You waited a few moments, ensuring that Kaelen was deeply asleep, before slipping out of the bed. You made your way to the door, your steps silent and deliberate. As you opened the door, you found the servant and a few others lingering in the hallway, their eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of anticipation. You put on your most sultry voice, your eyes sparkling with mischief. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You there! Kaelen and I need some privacy for the night. We have... plans that require utmost discretion. Please ensure that no one disturbs us until morning. We need this entire floor. Make sure no one disturbs us.">> The servants blushed deeply, their cheeks flushing a rosy hue as they understood your implication. They quickly curtsied, their voices barely above a whisper. <<dialogue "Servant" "Of course, my lady. We will make sure no one disturbs you.">> With a satisfied smile, you watched as they scurried away, leaving the floor quiet and empty. You returned to the bedroom, your mind already racing with the next steps of your plan. [[Sneak out|AP218]]

You waited patiently for all the servants to descend the stairs, ensuring that the coast was clear. You then swiftly made your way to Eamon's chambers. The room was thankfully not locked. It was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and leather. You began to rummage through the documents, your fingers deftly sifting through the stacks, careful to remember the exact placement of each item so that you could restore order once you were done. Your search was meticulous, your eyes scanning each page for any mention of the blacksmiths or their production of armor and weapons. After what felt like an eternity, you finally located a ledger tucked away in a corner, its cover worn and its pages yellowed with age. You opened it, your breath catching as you saw the names of the blacksmiths listed, along with numbers that seemed to be quantities of weapons and armor expected from them. As you pored over the ledger, you quickly realized that something was amiss. The numbers didn't add up, there were discrepancies in the addition, and the totals were clearly incorrect. Furthermore, there seemed to be a mismatch in the number of men employed, suggesting that Eamon was skimming off the top, likely to supply Mnemonides and his army with the excess equipment and workers. Your mind raced as you memorized the names and the numbers, committing every detail to memory. You carefully placed the ledger back in its original position, ensuring that no trace of your intrusion remained. With a final glance around the room, you slipped out of Eamon's chambers, your heart still pounding with the thrill of your discovery. You made your way back to Kaelen's bed, your steps silent and deliberate. As you slid under the covers, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. You had uncovered a crucial piece of information that could shift the balance of power in your favor. With a contented sigh, you closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep, your mind already racing with the implications of your findings and the next steps in your plan. [[The next day|AP219]]

You woke up to find Kaelen already gone, his side of the bed cold and empty. As you turned around, your heart leapt into your throat when you saw Klytemnaestra standing beside you, her eyes sharp and piercing. For a moment, you were frightened, your mind racing with the possibilities. Did she know about your intrusion into Eamon's chambers? Was Kaelen in league with her, betraying you in his quest for power? You quickly gathered yourself, putting up a brave face as you greeted the dowager queen cordially, hiding your dread behind a mask of composure. <<dialogue "Philtra" "My lady, what an unexpected pleasure. I did not know you visited this estate often. or is it me that you seek?">> Klytemnaestra's lips curled into a suggestive smile, her voice laced with innuendo. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I trust you had a good night's sleep, Philtra? You look... refreshed. I missed you in the palace yesterday and just wanted to check on your well-being.">> You stumbled for words, your mind racing as you tried to formulate a response that wouldn't betray your nervousness. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, thank you, My Lady. I slept quite well, thank you for asking.">> Thankfully, Kaelen entered the room, his face lighting up with a happy smile as he greeted both of you. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Your majesty, good morning! I hope you both are well.">> Klytemnaestra turned to him, her expression serious. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Kaelen, Philtra is needed in the court. We must be going.">> Kaelen, ever the polite host, offered to arrange a cart for your departure. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Of course, your majesty. I can have a cart prepared for you both.">> But Klytemnaestra declined, her voice firm and final. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "That won't be necessary, Kaelen. I have my own cart waiting.">> As you prepared to leave, you let out a sigh of relief, realizing that Kaelen was oblivious to the true reason for Klytemnaestra's visit. He was not in league with her, and your secret was safe... for now. You said your goodbyes to Kaelen, your voice steady and composed. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you for your hospitality, Kaelen. I look forward to meeting you again.">> With that, you followed Klytemnaestra out of the room, your mind already racing with the implications of her unexpected visit and the next steps in your plan. As you climbed into her cart, you couldn't help but wonder what other surprises the day might hold and how you would navigate the treacherous waters of court politics to achieve your goals. [[On the way back to the palace|AP220]]

The cart ride back to the palace was tense, the air thick with unspoken words and underlying tension. Klytemnaestra, with a smirk playing on her lips, began to mock you about Kaelen, her voice laced with sarcasm and disdain. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "The next time I go looking for Kaelen, I will remember to take the easy route and look between your own legs. More likely to find him there.">> You blushed deeply, your cheeks flushing a dark crimson as you stammered a denial. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, you misunderstand. Kaelen and I are just friends who were catching up. There is nothing more to it.">> Klytemnaestra scoffed, her eyes narrowing as she continued her vicious mockery. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Friends, you say? I'm not blind, Philtra. I saw the way you two were looking at each other. You can't fool me with your little games. You sleep together and have the gall to lie to me about being just friends.">> Realizing you were being cornered, you attempted to outmaneuver her by asking about the true purpose of her visit. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Anyway, I wanted to ask you. What was so urgent that you left the palace to look for me? Did you need something from me?">> You hoped she would confront you about Eamon directly, but she did not take the bait. Instead, Klytemnaestra leaned back, a smug smile on her face. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "There is a ceremony planned by Myrrine in two days, and I am expected to host it. I need your help in setting everything up.">> Your plan to keep Klytemnaestra occupied so that you could investigate further was cleverly turned around. Now, both of you would be busy, and you would have no time to delve deeper into Eamon's affairs. As you racked your brain for a way out of this situation, Klytemnaestra added another layer of complexity to your predicament. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "And one more thing. Do not go to Eamon's estate anymore. Kaelen will be away starting today, and there will be no one there to entertain you. So stay in the palace.">> The shock of her words sent a chill down your spine. You quickly deduced that Kaelen must be going to the mines with his father, Eamon. This was Klytemnaestra's way of keeping Kaelen away from you too, ensuring that your plans were thwarted at every turn. As the cart approached the palace, your mind raced with the implications of her words. You had a lot to think about and plan, and the stakes had never been higher. The game of power and deception was far from over, and you knew that you would have to be more cunning and resourceful than ever to achieve your goals. [[Reconnect with Myrrine and Medaea|AP221]]

As you and Klytemnaestra entered the main hall, the atmosphere was charged, a silent tension that seemed to hum in the air. Myrrine and Medaea stood in waiting, their eyes searching the shadows, a silent question lingering in the air. Medaea approached you, her voice a gentle murmur, tinged with a hint of worry. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, are you alright? You seem... unsettled.">> Before you could respond, Klytemnaestra's voice sliced through the air, sharp and cutting, ensuring that every ear in the hall could hear. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Oh, Medaea, your daughter must be quite weary. Kaelen kept her awake and occupied till the morning, didn't he, Philtra? Not a lick of sleep, I heard.">> A wave of heat surged through your cheeks, a blend of embarrassment and anger that left your hands trembling and your face flushed. You steadied yourself, your words falling measured, steady as the tide. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, you misunderstand. Kaelen and I are merely friends who were catching up. Nothing more transpired between us.">> Klytemnaestra scoffed, Sparkling with wicked humor, her eyes held a veiled threat. Medaea, ever the protector, feigned disapproval and chastised you, but her eyes sparkled with a hidden message. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, how could you? You know better than to engage in such behavior.">> As Klytemnaestra looked away, Medaea winked at you, an unspoken oath held firm. Klytemnaestra grabbed a large bag of drachmae and turned to you, her voice a command, unyielding and strong. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Philtra, prepare yourself. We will be going to the market together.">> Myrrine and Medaea tried to intervene, their voices a chorus of concern and urgency, a plea that hung in the air. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Your Majesty, Philtra is needed elsewhere. She has crucial duties to attend to. We are plan for the ceremony separately.">> <<dialogue "Medaea" "Indeed, she has been tasked with something that is vital and cannot be spared.">> But Klytemnaestra was shrewd and resolute, her words a final decree. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "The ceremony is hosted by me, and I decree that she is coming with me. If I do not get to refuse, then no one gets to refuse. It is settled. Philtra will be going out with me alone.">> As Klytemnaestra walked away, you quickly turned to Myrrine and Medaea, your voice urgent and hushed, a whisper of secrets. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Discover whatever you can about the discordant apple. I will keep Klytemnaestra occupied so that you can investigate.">> You swiftly refreshed yourself, ate a light meal, and prepared to go to the market with Klytemnaestra, your mind a whirlwind of thoughts, a dance of strategies and secrets. [[Go to the market with the dowager queen|AP222]]

Klytemnaestra waited in the cart for you to arrive. You quickly got in, and the cart started moving. As the cart made its way through the bustling market, the air was thick with the cacophony of vendors hawking their wares and the clamor of shoppers. The cart came to a halt, and an awkward silence settled between you and Klytemnaestra. You broke the silence, your voice tinged with curiosity. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, why are we here ourselves? Why not send someone to fetch these items? Surely you have better things to do.">> Klytemnaestra turned to you, her eyes held the haunted shimmer of remembered joys and quiet sorrow. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "It has been a while since I hosted any ceremonies, and I miss the preparations. This time, I want to do everything myself.">> As she spoke, a flicker of something more profound crossed her face, and she let slip a revealing comment as she peered into the crowded market, absent mindedly. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "All of this clamor is only for the time being, Olympia will change soon, and after that, who knows where I will be.">> You caught the slip, your mind racing with the implications. Was she talking about the impending war? If so, was she planning to flee with Mnemonides? But if the plan is not to kill the king, what was the point of the war? Your thoughts whirled, trying to piece together the puzzle. Klytemnaestra, realizing her slip, quickly changed the subject. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Speaking of preparations, I saw you sparring with Basileos. You are quite skilled. Where did you learn those tricks?">> A blush crept up your cheeks as you recalled the sparring session, which had almost ended in a kiss, interrupted by your father, Peregrine. Now, not only had your father witnessed it, but Klytemnaestra knew as well. You managed a response, your voice steady despite the turmoil within. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Your Majesty. My father, Peregrine, taught me when I was young.">> Klytemnaestra, understanding your blush, pressed on with a knowing smile. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Oh... stop blushing. I know about your feelings for Basileos, Philtra. And I believe he likes you too. I was just teasing you with Kaelen, I know where your heart lies. But this love is doomed to fail, and it is best to cut it off before anyone gets hurt.">> You were at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond. Klytemnaestra continued, her voice resolute. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I am planning to marry Basileos to Myrrine sooner rather than later. A marriage between a king and a princess is the best solution for everyone involved.">> She paused, her gaze softening as she added, <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "You would be better off as a concubine for Basileos, or even a second wife, since a king can take any number of wives as he wishes.">> Her words initially stung, but you soon realized that Klytemnaestra was not trying to be cruel. Instead, she was trying to protect you, her voice laced with a sadness that spoke volumes about her own experiences and the sacrifices she had made. You noticed the depth of emotion in her eyes, a reflection of the pain she has endured and the wisdom that she gained from that experience. [[Go to the market with the dowager queen|AP223]]

You seized the moment, your voice insistent, feigning offense at her words. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Why do you think I would not be a good wife or even a good queen for Basileos? Am I not beautiful enough for him or is it the requirement of royal blood?">> Into the crowd Klytemnaestra cast her hollow gaze, her voice a faint whisper lost in thought. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Being a queen is a curse. The notion of a woman falling in love and marrying a prince or a king is a myth. Usually, a woman marries a king or a prince because she is told to. She has very little choice in the matter. It can be lonely... being married to someone you do not love.">> You pressed on, your curiosity piqued. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Is that truly what you feel?">> Klytemnaestra snapped back to reality, her demeanor shifting briefly. Her eyes met yours, sharp and knowing. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I know what you are trying to do, Philtra. And I won't tell you anything.">> Disappointment washed over you, but it was quickly replaced by excitement as Klytemnaestra smiled, a hint of mystery in her eyes. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "But I will show you.">> With a swift motion, she instructed the guards at the front of the cart. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "All of you! Go over there and clear the route ahead.">> The guards immediately complied, leaving the cart unsupervised. Seizing the opportunity, Klytemnaestra grabbed you with one hand and the bag of coins with the other, she rushed out of the cart, pulling you into a nearby alley before the guards could notice. The sudden movement left you breathless. The pulse in your breast quickened, a dance of eagerness shadowed by unease. Klytemnaestra quickly grabbed a cloth and covered her face, her movements swift and efficient. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Cover your face. We must be cautious. No one must be able to identify us.">> With a nod, you moved forward, your chest alive with eager dread.<<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Keep up, and stay close.">> With that, she took off, her agility surprising you despite her age. You hurried to keep pace, your breath coming in quick gasps as you navigated the twisting alleys and brushed past street-side shops and other buyers. After what felt like an eternity, Klytemnaestra finally stopped, and you caught up to her, your chest heaving. She caught her breath, a smile playing on her lips. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I could have gone on longer if I were a bit younger.">> She opened the bag of coins, revealing an array of stolen fruits, her eyes sparkling with mischief. You were astonished by her skill, and both of you burst into laughter, a genuine and rare sound from Klytemnaestra. This was the first time you had seen her truly laugh, and in that moment, you glimpsed the beauty and vitality that lay beneath her regal villainess facade, understanding what had made her a queen. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "This is how my life was before my marriage. Full of adventure and freedom.">> As your laughter subsided, Klytemnaestra caught her breath and straightened herself. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "But now, we must do some actual purchases for the ceremony.">> The guards emerged, their gaze flickering with both the weight of worry lifted and the fog of puzzlement. You dismissed them with a wave of your hand. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You may leave. We will manage on our own.">> The guards looked to Klytemnaestra, who nodded her assent, and they took their leave, leaving you and Klytemnaestra alone. You took your time, browsing the market stalls and making the necessary purchases for the ceremony. The items were carefully placed in the cart, and with a final check, you sent it on its way to the palace. Deciding to walk back, you and Klytemnaestra strolled through the bustling streets. [[Walk back to the palace with the dowager queen|AP224]]

As you walked back to the palace, the bustling market gave way to quieter streets, and you seized the opportunity to ask Klytemnaestra about her past. <<dialogue "Philtra" "That was quite the sprint. did you train at a young age too?">> Klytemnaestra’s eyes drifted afar, veiled with the weight of bitter remembrance. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I was born and brought up in Sparta. Even the girls are trained from a young age over there. The freedom a woman can have in Sparta is unparalleled compared to any other polis.">> A sad smile played on her lips as she continued. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "But that was a lifetime ago. I once loved a man named Agamemnon.">> You interjected, your curiosity piqued. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The Agamemnon? The Mycenaean king?">> Klytemnaestra inclined her head, her voice carrying the heavy echo of yearning and sorrow. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "The very same. But my father, Tyndareus, the ruler of Sparta, sought an alliance with Olympia, and thus I was married to Kyrathos, then ruler of Olympia.">> You asked softly, <<dialogue "Philtra" "You must really miss Sparta. Do you visit there often?">> A shadow crossed her face, and she shook her head. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I have not left Olympia in a long time. I yearn to go to Sparta, I soon will, when the opportunity presents itself.">> Her voice softened as she spoke of her sister. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I do not even remember what my sister Helen would look like now, she was but a babe the last time I saw her. In recent days, you remind me of Helen, as she will be of similar age to you.">> Once she looked at the palace, suddenly, her demeanor changed, a hint of rivalry flashing in her eyes. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Make your way to the palace, Philtra.">> She turned to a guard and demanded a horse, mounting it with grace and speed. With a final glance at you, she rode off towards the palace, leaving you standing alone. A storm of insight and uncertainty raged within, pulling your mind into dizzying spirals. [[Walk back to the palace alone|AP225]]

You walked back to the palace alone, your mind a whirlwind of the day's events. You sought the comfort of your chambers and fell into a restless sleep, the weight of your newfound knowledge and the impending risks heavy on your heart. The next morning, you found Myrrine and Medaea in a quiet corner of the palace, their expressions a mix of concern and anticipation. You recounted your adventure with Klytemnaestra, from the market escapade to the revelations about her past and her plans. Myrrine and Medaea listened intently, their eyes widening with each new detail. Myrrine spoke first, her voice tinged with urgency. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "The palace is abuzz with preparations for the ceremony. Klytemnaestra has thrown herself into it, overseeing every detail.">> Medaea nodded in agreement. <<dialogue "Medaea" "We can keep her occupied, you know. At the very least, we can ensure she stays away from the discordant apple.">> You took a deep breath, your resolve strengthening. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It's now or never. I need to take this risk. Can you two keep her busy?">> Their eyes locked for a brief moment, a quiet accord settling in the space between Myrrine and Medaea.<<dialogue "Myrrine" "We can manage that. And I've asked Peregrine not to come to the palace today, so you can use that as a cover story, if needed, for you missing this ceremony.">> You were overcome by the gentle rush of thankfulness and calm. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you both. I won't let you down.">>With the plan set, you made your way to the stables outside the palace. You chose a swift and reliable horse, mounting it with a sense of purpose. As you rode towards Eamon's estate, the wind whipping through your hair, you knew that the stakes were higher than ever. The secrets you sought were within your grasp, and you were determined to uncover the truth, no matter the cost. [[To the estate|AP226]]

You arrived at the estate, the familiar sight of the grand building greeting you. As expected, both Kaelen and Eamon were nowhere to be found. You set out to find the servant you had met on that fateful night with Kaelen. After what felt like an eternity, you finally located her, her eyes widening in recognition as she approached you. You feigned longing, your voice tinged with desperation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm looking for Kaelen. He asked me to come, you see. I can't take being away from my love any longer.">> The servant shook her head, her expression apologetic. <<dialogue "Servant" "I'm sorry, my lady. I do not know where he is, and it might be a while before they return.">> You pressed on, your eyes welling up with fake tears. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Please, you must understand. I'm in love with him, and I can't bear to be apart from him any longer. Have you ever been in love? Can you understand my longing?">> The servant's expression softened, and she relented, pulling you aside. <<dialogue "Servant" "Very well... Kaelen has gone to meet his father, Eamon.">> You leaned in closer, your voice a whisper. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Where can I find them? I want to surprise him.">> The servant glanced around furtively before speaking. <<dialogue "Servant" "Eamon kept it hidden, but the servants hear things, and we are often overlooked. The mine is right behind the mountain pass next to this polis, very close.">> You thanked her profusely, promising a reward once you were reunited with Kaelen. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you so much. I promise I will reward you once I am with Kaelen again.">> The servant wished you luck, her voice barely above a whisper. <<dialogue "Servant" "Good luck, my lady. And please, do not disclose this information to anyone. If you get caught, I did not give you this information.">>With a final nod, you mounted your horse and set off on your journey around the mountain pass, the wind whipping through your hair as you rode towards the unknown, driven by a mix of determination and the thrill of the chase. [[To the mine|AP227]]

You followed the route laid out by that servant and reached the backside of the mountain pass. From a distance, you could see the camp, a cluster of tents and makeshift structures nestled against the rugged terrain. You circled the camp, your keen eyes assessing the security measures. To your surprise, the guard was light, likely due to the midday lull and the false sense of security that the remote location provided. As you weighed your options, two clear paths presented themselves: Option 1: You could wait for the right moment, perhaps under the cover of dusk, and disguise yourself as one of the miners. With a clever ruse and a stolen set of clothes, you might be able to infiltrate the camp unnoticed. This approach would allow you to gather information stealthily and slip away before Kaelen and Eamon even realized you were there. The risk was lower, but the reward might be limited to what you could observe and overhear. Option 2: Alternatively, you could walk in through the front, announcing your presence with confidence and authority. By demanding an audience with Kaelen and Eamon, you could meet with them directly in a ruse to invite them for the ceremony happening today and investigate the site openly and make your exit in plain sight. This approach carried more risk, as you would be under constant scrutiny, but it also offered the opportunity to gather more comprehensive information and potentially catch them off guard with your boldness. You considered the pros and cons of each option, your mind racing with the implications. The choice you made would not only determine how you gathered your information but also how you would be remembered by those within the camp. Would you be the cunning infiltrator or the daring visitor? The decision was yours, and the stakes were high. [[Stealth route|AP228]] [[Direct route|AP229]]

You decided on the stealth option, your instincts telling you that discretion was the better part of valor in this situation. You tied your horse a safe distance from the camp, ensuring it was hidden from sight, ready for a swift getaway once your investigation was complete. Circling the camp, you observed the miners from the shadows, your keen eyes scanning for any sign of Eamon or Kaelen. To your relief, neither was present. You identified the tent that held the spare clothes, your heart pounding with anticipation as you waited for the right moment to make your move. As the coast cleared, you dashed to the tent, your movements swift and silent. Inside, you quickly changed into the worn, ragged miner's clothes, the coarse fabric rough against your skin. You wrapped a cloth around your breasts to flatten them and donned headwear that covered your hair completely, transforming your appearance into that of a common miner. With your disguise in place, you right away made your way to a sack of coal, using it to cover your face and body with dirt and coal, enhancing your camouflage. You blended into the environment, your presence all but invisible to the casual observer. You watched the other miners, mimicking their actions with precision. You carried a sack of rocks from inside the cave, your muscles straining under the weight. As you did, you took the opportunity to explore further, your curiosity piqued by the layout of the mine. To your surprise, the cave seemed to lead back towards the polis itself. The mining, as you had suspected, was merely a ruse. Eamon was paving a way for a small army to enter the polis from behind, a strategic move that could turn the tide of any impending conflict. With this crucial information secured, you decided it was time to depart before you risked being discovered. You made your way back to the tent, retrieving your original clothes with a sense of urgency. [[Make a clean exit|AP230]]

You decided to take the bold approach, your confidence unshaken by the risks. You rode your horse directly to the entrance of the camp, your posture straight and your chin held high. As you approached, you addressed the guard with authority. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am here to see Eamon and Kaelen. Please inform them of my arrival.">> The guard, taken aback by your presence, rushed to seek approval. He moved with haste, bearing the weight of curiosity tempered by humble respect.. <<dialogue "Guard" "They have granted you an audience, my lady. Please proceed to the big tent in the center, that is where Eamon and Kaelen are.">> You made your way to the tent. As you entered, you found Kaelen, his eyes wide with a hint of fear that he was trying to conceal. Eamon, on the other hand, was visibly angry, his jaw clenched and his gaze sharp. Eamon spoke first, his voice a low growl. <<dialogue "Eamon" "What brings you here, my lady? And more importantly, how did you know to find us here?">> You dodged the question with a clever response, your voice steady and composed. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am here to formally invite you both to the ceremony hosted by Klytemnaestra in the palace. It is in honor of Olympia securing the alliances with Eryx and Sardis.">> Eamon's response was swift and dismissive. <<dialogue "Eamon" "I am afraid we must decline. We are on an important task here and do not appreciate the disturbance.">> You pressed on, your mind racing with strategies. <<dialogue "Philtra" "As you wish, I will convey your decision to the court. It's been quite the journey, and I am famished. So, once I have some refreshments, I will return to the palace.">> Eamon agreed, but his suspicion was piqued. <<dialogue "Eamon" "You never answered my question. How did you know about this place?">> You stumbled for a moment, your mind searching for a plausible explanation. Before you could respond, Kaelen interjected, his voice steady and convincing. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "I told her, Father. Philtra and I are together, and I wanted some private time with her away from Olympia. That is why I mentioned the mining site.">> Eamon's expression softened, a mix of disappointment. <<dialogue "Eamon" "I see. Very well, then. Take her to your tent, Kaelen.">> Kaelen excused both of you, his hand gently guiding you away from the tent. As you walked towards his private quarters, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and triumph. You had navigated the situation with skill, and now you had the opportunity to gather more information, away from the prying eyes of Eamon and the other miners. [[Discuss with Kaelen|AP232]]

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape, the miners began to vacate the camp, their day's work done. You seized the opportunity, ensuring that everyone had left before changing back into your own clothes. The atmosphere crackled, mirroring the tempest in your breast where fear and excitement wrestled. As you changed, you caught sight of two figures standing just outside the tent, their voices low but audible through the thin cloth. One of them addressed the other as Gryphion, and to your shock, you recognized the voice of the second man as Mnemonides himself. Olympia's two biggest threats were mere feet away, discussing the ambush that could change the fate of your polis. You froze, too scared to even breathe, as you listened to their conversation. Mnemonides spoke first, his voice tinged with disapproval. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "I do not like ambushing like this, Gryphion. We must have decided on a proper war at the gates of Olympia.">> Gryphion, sounding like the strategist, countered with a calculated response. <<dialogue "Gryphion" "Olympia's new alliance with Eryx and Sardis means that a full frontal assault is not possible. We have to get creative, like this.">> As they began to walk away, Mnemonides asked a question that sent a chill down your spine. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "What would you want to claim as spoils of war once this is all over?">> Gryphion's response was inaudible, and you found yourself compelled to follow them, staying in the shadows, your heart pounding in your ears. You strained to hear their words, and Mnemonides' reply sent a wave of confusion and dread through you. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "I have no problem with that, and for me. Medaea and Klytemnaestra, I want them as the spoils of war.">> You wondered how Gryphion knew about your mother. If he didn't know who she was, he would have asked, right? It made sense that Klytemnaestra was known to them both, considering she was helping them from the inside. The implications of their conversation were staggering, and you knew that you had to act quickly. As you followed them, you saw Kaelen and Eamon meeting up with Mnemonides and Gryphion. Seizing the distraction, you slipped away, your movements swift and silent. You made your getaway, your mind racing with the weight of the secrets you had uncovered. The future of Olympia hung in the balance, and you were determined to do everything in your power to protect it. You melted away from the camp, each beat of your heart a thunder of relief entwined with urgency. You made your way to your horse, your movements swift and silent, and once you were a fair distance away, you charged forward, the wind whipping through your hair as you rode towards safety. As you neared the riverbank, you reined in your horse, the gentle babble of the water a soothing contrast to the turmoil within you. You dismounted, your legs unsteady from the adrenaline, and made your way to the water's edge. The cool liquid was a welcome respite, and you quickly set to work, scrubbing away the coal and dirt that had served as your camouflage. You washed thoroughly, ensuring that every trace of your disguise was removed. The river water was invigorating, and as you cleaned yourself, you felt a sense of renewal, as if you were shedding not just the grime but also the weight of the secrets you had uncovered. Once you were satisfied that you were presentable, you dressed in your own clothes, the familiar fabric a comfort after the rough miner's attire. You took a moment to gather your thoughts, the gravity of your discoveries settling over you like a shroud. With a deep breath, you mounted your horse once more, your resolve strengthened by the knowledge you now possessed. You knew that the information you carried could change the course of history, and you were determined to use it wisely, for the sake of Olympia and all those you held dear. [[Back to the palace|AP231]]

You rode the horse to its limits and reached the palace. You quickly made your way into the main hall just as the ceremony drew to a close, the guests beginning to disperse. A breath of quiet relief mingled with the eager pulse of what was yet to come, the weight of the formalities lifting as people moved towards the exits. You quickly sought out Myrrine and Medaea, your eyes scanning the crowd until you spotted them. You pulled them aside, your voice low and urgent as you recounted your discoveries about the mine and the planned ambush. Their expressions shifted from surprise to concern and then to a shared resolve. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "We can't act rashly. We need to wait for the right moment to strike.">><<dialogue "Medaea" "Agreed. Let's gather more information and plan our next move carefully.">>You nodded, your mind already racing with strategies. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'll keep an eye on Klytemnaestra and see if I can uncover more about her involvement.">> With a plan in place, you expertly avoided the dowager queen, your movements discreet and purposeful. You made your way to the lavish spread of food, selecting a few choice items and placing them in a bowl. Your actions were swift and unnoticed, a testament to your cunning. <<if visited("AP182") > 0>> With your bowl in hand, you made your way to the dungeon, the weight of your mission heavy on your mind. The stone walls closed in around you, the air damp and heavy with the scent of earth and secrets. <<else>> With your bowl in hand, you sat down to eat away all your concerns. <</if>> <<if visited("AP182") > 0>> [[Meet with Lysara|AP233]] <<else>> [[Go back to your chambers|AP234]] <</if>>

You followed Kaelen to his tent, the weight of your mission heavy on your mind. As you entered, he pulled you close, his voice a low whisper. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "I know you're spying on my father and his whereabouts, and that's why you're here.">> You met his gaze, your expression unreadable, and remained silent. Kaelen continued, his eyes filled with a mix of admiration and caution. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "I saved you because you were right in your suspicions. I saw Mnemonides and another man, Gryphion, inspecting the mines.">> Your heart raced with the implications of his words. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What is so important in the mines? And how big of an army does Mnemonides currently have?">> Kaelen shook his head, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Mnemonides doesn't have a big army, and they won't need it because there will be no war, only an ambush. The mine has nothing valuable, they're only digging to tunnel into the polis itself for a surprise attack. That's the plan.">> You processed the information, your mind racing with strategies and countermeasures. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Kaelen, lay low. People think you're too dumb to notice this, but I know you're smart enough to understand what's happening and what part your father has to play in this.">> Kaelen nodded, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Thank you, Philtra. Be careful on your way back.">> You thanked him for the information, your voice steady and resolved. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I will. Take care of yourself, Kaelen.">> With that, you took your leave, your heart heavy with the weight of the secrets you now carried. You rode back to the palace, the wind whipping through your hair, your mind a whirlwind of plans and the urgent need to protect Olympia from the impending threat. [[Back to the palace|AP231]]

You descended into the dungeon, the dim light casting long shadows on the stone walls. As you approached the cell, you found Lysara, Thrasybulos, and Eudoxos already gathered, their faces lighting up with a mix of relief and anticipation at your arrival. You sat down with them, the bowl of luxury foods a welcome respite from the usual fare. Lysara spoke first, her voice tinged with a hint of humor. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Even though I'm imprisoned, this isn't too bad, as I have good company.">> You are happy that her spirits still seem to be high despite her predicament. You playfully teased Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, your eyes sparkling with mischief. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You two better back off. Lysara belongs to me.">> Their laughter filled the cell, a rare moment of joy amidst the darkness. You all enjoyed the food, the simple act of sharing a meal was a comfort in the face of uncertainty. As the bowl emptied, Thrasybulos and Eudoxos excused themselves, their duty to maintain vigilance calling them away. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "We'll keep watch. Enjoy your time.">> With their departure, you turned to Lysara, your expression serious. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Have all the traitors been caught?">> You assured her, your voice steady and resolved. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Soon enough, they will be. I promise you that.">> The night passed in a blur of conversation, your voices low and intimate as you shared your hopes, fears, and plans. Lysara thanked you for all your efforts, her eyes filled with gratitude and something more profound. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Thank you, Philtra. For everything.">> You leaned in, your lips meeting in a tender kiss, a promise of love and loyalty amidst the chaos. You pulled away, and with a final, lingering look, you took your leave, your heart full and your spirit unbroken. You made your way back to the palace, but the memory of Lysara's kiss was a beacon of hope in the darkness. [[Back to the palace|AP234]]

As you made your way back to the palace with the empty bowl, Klytemnaestra suddenly appeared, catching you off guard. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Philtra, I have been looking for you. How did you like the ceremony?">> You quickly pivoted, your mind racing to come up with a plausible response. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Oh, the food was absolutely delicious. I enjoyed it very much.">> Klytemnaestra pressed further, her eyes narrowing slightly. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I asked how you liked the ceremony. Not just the food.">> You sidestepped the question once more, your voice steady and composed. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I have no doubt that everyone enjoyed their time here, as did I. All the effort you put into it was absolutely worth it.">> Undeterred, Klytemnaestra asked about your favorite part of the ceremony, her tone laced with suspicion. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "What was your favorite part of the ceremony?">> Trying to diffuse the situation, you made up an excuse. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The food, of course! I ate too much, and now I'm feeling a bit dizzy. I think I need to rest.">> You laughed loudly and moved away, faking the dizziness, attempting to create some distance from her. Klytemnaestra's expression was unreadable, but you could sense her skepticism. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I see. Well, rest well, Philtra. We'll talk more tomorrow.">> Despite her clear knowledge that you were lying, she let you go with a smile, her eyes never leaving yours until you were out of sight. With a sigh of relief, you made your way to your chambers. You knew that you had to be more careful. As you lay down to rest, the events of the night played back in your mind. You drifted off to sleep, ready to face whatever challenges the morrow might bring. The next day, you met up with Myrrine and Medaea, the weight of your recent discoveries heavy on all your minds. You gathered in a quiet corner of the palace, your voices low as you discussed your next move. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Now that Eamon is taken care of, what's the next step? How do you want to proceed from here?">> <<set $spyNetwork += 2>> <<if visited("AP206") > 0 and visited("AP207") > 0>> [[All three quests are now completed|AP235]] <<elseif visited("AP206") > 0 and visited("AP207") < 1>> [[Work with Thysa and Lyssa|AP207]] <<elseif visited("AP206") < 1 and visited("AP207") > 0>> [[Work on Thais|AP206]] <<else>> [[Work on Thais|AP206]] [[Work with Thysa and Lyssa|AP207]] <</if>>

The next day, you, having successfully handled Eamon and Thais and secured the support of the thieves' guild, felt the readiness to move forward with your plan. You had spent countless hours strategizing and preparing, and now, you were eager to implement the next phase. Your goal was to trap and arrest the traitors who threatened the stability of the kingdom. You believed that informing Basileos, the king, of your intentions and involving him in the plan was crucial for its success. As you approached Basileos, you noticed the dowager queen, his mother, standing close to him, her presence authoritative. She seemed to be aware of your intentions, as if she had anticipated your move. You attempted to speak with him alone <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos! Do you have a moment? I wish to discuss....">> She came in and cut you off. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Basileos, my dear, we must discuss the upcoming feast. There are many details to attend to, and your presence is required.">> Basileos attempted to speak with you. <<dialogue "Basileos" "One moment, Mother... Yes, Philtra, what is it?">> Before you could respond, she interfered again, urging him away. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Now! You can come back later and discuss whatever it is you wish to discuss with Philtra. We need to go right away.">> She spoke with a tone that left no room for argument, and Basileos, though he looked at you with a hint of curiosity, did not question her. You could see the disappointment in his eyes, but he complied with her wishes. The dowager queen continued to keep Basileos busy with other matters, ensuring that you did not get a chance to speak with him alone. She assigned you menial tasks, such as organizing the guest list for the feast and overseeing the preparations, to keep you occupied and away from her son. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Philtra, I need you to organize the guest list for the feast. It's a crucial task, and I trust you will handle it with care.">> You could sense her suspicion and her desire to keep you at a distance. After a couple of days of trying to find a moment to speak with Basileos, you realized that the dowager queen's influence was too strong. You gave up trying to speak with him and decided to take the risk and go ahead with your plan without his help or approval. <<set $spyNetwork = 8>> <<set $warTimeline = 4>> [[Get all your allies together|AP266]]

You, Medaea, and Myrrine entered the brothel, the atmosphere inside surprisingly similar to that of a tavern, filled with the sounds of laughter and merriment. The clinking of glasses and the hum of conversation created a lively backdrop, but you could hear the distinct laughter and sounds of women coming from above, leading you to deduce that the actual brothel was upstairs, and this area is just a front to look like a random tavern. As you scanned the room, Thais approached, her eyes widening in surprise. <<dialogue "Thais" "Welcome, welcome! I did not expect you all to arrive. If I had known, I would have prepared something special for your entertainment. Please, follow me.">> She led you to a luxurious part of the establishment, where plush seating and elegant decor created an atmosphere of opulence. You were seated comfortably, and Thais turned to you with a suggestive smile. <<dialogue "Thais" "What can I get for you honorable ladies? Some food, drinks, or perhaps some entertainment of the more intimate kind?">> With cheeks flushed, you and Myrrine exchange a sheepish look, trying not to smile. Medaea understood your inexperience in a place like this and took charge, her voice confident and assured. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Arrange a good showing with the best resources you have under your command, Thais.">> Thais understood immediately, her smile widening. <<dialogue "Thais" "Of course, my lady. Follow me, please.">> She guided you to a corner of the room, where a hidden door was discreetly placed. With a flourish, Thais opened the door, revealing a staircase leading downward. As you descended, you realized that this was a private fest of naked bodies, a sanctuary for the elite where only royal members were allowed. The underground area was a stark contrast to the upstairs tavern. It was pristine and extremely well-maintained, with lavish furnishings and an air of exclusivity. Thais turned to you, her voice conspiratorial. <<dialogue "Thais" "Please, entertain yourselves until I prepare something special for you. I'll be right back.">> With that, she left, ascending the stairs and disappearing back upstairs, leaving you to explore the secrets and pleasures that lay hidden beneath the surface. [[Explore the underground entertainment|AP237]]

You surveyed the room, your eyes taking in the sight of the naked dancers. They were young, exceedingly beautiful, and moved with a grace that was almost hypnotic. More importantly, they were all masked, obscuring their real faces. Medaea leaned in, her voice low and appreciative. <<dialogue "Medaea" "They look like they would fit perfectly well within the academy of Aphrodite.">> You chuckled, a hint of mischief in your eyes. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Some of them very well might be academy rejects.">> Medaea's expression turned serious, and she spoke in a low voice. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, Mind if I take the lead on this?">> You frowned, taken aback. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Why? I mean... I don't mind, but I want to help too. What do you have in mind?">> Medea placed a hand on your arm, her grip firm and reassuring. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I know exactly how to turn things around here. Some of these women are definitely spying for Thais. Look at their eyes and movements, they are too coordinated and well put together to be just some random whores. It goes to show that they are highly skilled and well trained.">> You were in shock, realizing the depth of Medaea's knowledge and experience. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I had my assumptions about your past in the academy before you were married to father, but now it's clear what you were involved in.">> Medaea nodded, a hint of pride in her eyes. You continued. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Well then, I agree with you. You can take charge of this and gain some evidence to implicate Thais.">> But Medaea disagreed, her mind already racing with strategies. <<dialogue "Medaea" "No! Because of the way Thais welcomed us and how she immediately opened up the secret door for us, she is not the mind behind this operation. There must be someone else in the shadows puppeting Thais, and that is whom we should focus on. Oh... Also, I can do more than implicate the traitor. Once I get my foot into this door, These women will end up working for me, and we will end up with an extensive spy network.">> You nodded, understanding the complexity of the situation. Medaea's insight was invaluable, and you were ready to follow her lead. [[Wait for Thais to return|AP238]]

You, Medaea, and Myrrine waited patiently for Thais to return, your eyes keenly observing the dancers. You slowly began to pick up on the specific movements, sounds, and looks the women exchanged, a subtle language that Medaea, with her experience, had deciphered almost instantly upon entering the establishment. As you started to understand their language, Thais reappeared, her demeanor a stark contrast to the excitement she had shown earlier. There was a palpable fear in her eyes, a regret that hung heavy in the air. You noticed the change, your instincts on high alert. Medaea leaned in, her voice a low whisper. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Both Vespasian and Klytemnaestra are here.">> You frantically looked around, your heart racing, but Medaea stopped you, her hand on your arm. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Be subtle, Philtra.">> You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Klytemnaestra might be the puppet master.">> Medaea shook her head, her expression thoughtful. <<dialogue "Medaea" "No. Thais looks scared of Vespasian, not Klytemnaestra. Thais does care for Klytemnaestra.">> You understand the gulf in the skill of observation between you and your mother in this situation. You send a silent thank you to Aphrodite for making Medaea as helpful as she is today. Thais approached you, her voice trembling slightly. <<dialogue "Thais" "I have a show ready for you. I apologize in advance that, due to the last-minute request, I do not have enough time to prepare many options for you. For now, I have two men and two women who are ready to entertain you all for the evening.">> She turned to you, her eyes filled with fear. <<dialogue "Thais" "Do you have any specific requests, my lady, that you would like the participants to perform?">> You met her gaze, your mind racing with possibilities. What do you want to see the performers do? [[All four of them together|AP239]] [[Two men with a woman|AP240]] [[Two women with a man|AP241]]

You turned to Thais, your voice firm. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I want all four of them to perform together.">> Thais signaled to the performers, and they took their places beside the stage. The four of them, two men and two women, ascended to the platform, their movements were graceful despite their nudity. The stage was designed to allow viewers to walk around it, providing different angles and perspectives. As esteemed guests, you, Medaea, and Myrrine were even permitted to touch the performers during their act. The performance began with the two men, their bodies chiseled and toned, standing face to face. They started with a passionate embrace, their lips locking in a deep, hungry kiss. Their hands roamed each other's bodies, exploring every contour and muscle. The women joined them, their touch light and teasing, adding layers of pleasure to the already intense situation. One of the women, her hair a cascade of dark curls, knelt before one of the men. She took him into her mouth, her head bobbing in a rhythmic motion that made him tremble. The other woman, her skin glowing under the soft lighting, straddled the second man, her hips grinding against him as she slowly lowered herself onto his erection. You circled the stage, taking in the performance from every angle. Medaea and Myrrine did the same, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and arousal. Myrrine lost herself in the act and reached out, her hands squeezing and caressing the performers, feeling the heat of their skin and the tension of their muscles. The tempo of the act shifted as the woman on top began to ride the man beneath her with increasing fervor, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. The man she was with reached up, his hands squeezing her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples until they were hard and erect. Meanwhile, the other woman continued her oral exploration, her tongue swirling around the man's shaft, her hands working in tandem to heighten his pleasure. As you watched, something caught your eye. One of the women, her face a mask of ecstasy, had a familiar spark in her eyes. You realized with a jolt that it was Seraphina, Vespasian's daughter and your childhood friend. Medaea noticed your reaction and nodded slightly, confirming your suspicion. The performance reached a new height as the two men switched places, the one who had been receiving oral pleasure now taking the woman from behind. He entered her with a single, powerful thrust, his hips moving in a steady, relentless rhythm. The woman cried out, her body arching back to meet his every movement. The other couple joined them, the woman now on her hands and knees, her partner taking her from behind with deep, measured strokes. The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, moans and cries that echoed off the walls and mingled with the heavy breathing of the performers and the audience. The tempo increased, the performers moving in perfect harmony, as if they had trained for this performance. Their bodies entwined in a dance of desire. The men's movements became more urgent, their thrusts deeper and more intense. The women matched their rhythm, their bodies responding with equal fervor, their cries of pleasure rising to a crescendo. As the final waves of ecstasy subsided, the performers collapsed onto the stage, their bodies slick with sweat glistening under the lights. They lay there for a moment, catching their breath, before slowly disentangling and leaving the stage. The room returned to normal, but your mind was racing with arousal. The performers are clearly good at this, your arousal was the evidence for it. [[Regroup with Medaea and Myrrine|AP242]]

You turned to Thais, your voice firm. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I want two men and one woman to perform together.">> Thais signaled to the performers, and they took their places. The three of them, two men and one woman, ascended to the stage, their presence alluring. The stage was designed to allow viewers to walk around it, providing different angles and perspectives. And as esteemed guests, you, Medaea, and Myrrine were free to interact with the performers. The performance began with the woman, her body a canvas of desire, as she danced between the two men. Her touch was electric, her movements hypnotic. She started by running her hands over the chests of both men, her fingers tracing the defined muscles. The men responded in kind, their hands and mouths exploring her body with expert precision. One of the men, his body a study in strength, knelt before her, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her close. He buried his face between her thighs, his tongue exploring her most intimate places, drawing out moans of pleasure from deep within her. The other man stood behind her, his hands roaming over her back and arse cheeks, his touch firm and possessive. You walked around the stage, taking in the scene from every angle. Medaea and Myrrine did the same, their breaths hitching as they watched the raw, unbridled passion unfold before them. Myrrine lost herself in the act and reached out, her hands roaming over the performers' bodies, feeling the heat of their desire. As you watched, you recognized a familiar face in the woman performer. It was Seraphina, Vespasian's daughter and your childhood friend. Medaea caught your eye and nodded, a silent confirmation of your realization. The tempo of the act shifted as the woman turned to face the man behind her, her hands reaching back to guide him into her quim. He entered her with a single, powerful thrust, his hips moving in a steady, relentless rhythm. The woman cried out, her body arching back to meet his every movement. Meanwhile, the man in front of her took her breast into his mouth, his tongue swirling around her nipple, drawing it to a hard, erect peak. The performance built to a fever pitch, the three of them moving in perfect sync, their bodies a tangle of limbs and pleasure. The man behind the woman increased his pace, his thrusts becoming deeper and more intense, his hands gripping her hips tightly. The woman matched his rhythm, her body responding with equal fervor, her cries of pleasure rising to a crescendo. The man in front of her joined in, his hand moving between her legs, his fingers finding her most sensitive spot and rubbing it in time with the other man's thrusts. The woman's moans grew louder, her body trembling with the intensity of her pleasure. The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, moans and cries that echoed off the walls and mingled with the heavy breathing of the performers and the audience. As the performance drew to a close, the three performers reached their peak, their bodies shuddering with the force of their release. They collapsed onto the stage, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their bodies slick with sweat and glistening under the lights. They lay there for a moment, catching their breath, before slowly disentangling and leaving the stage. The room returned to normal, but your mind was racing with arousal. The performers are clearly good at this, your arousal was the evidence for it. [[Regroup with Medaea and Myrrine|AP242]]

The stage, once a symphony of desire, now lay in a state of sated exhaustion once the performance left. Seraphina, her mask still in place, rose from the stage with a grace that belied the intensity of the act. As she moved towards a door at the far end of the room, she paused, her eyes meeting yours. With a swift, almost imperceptible motion, she removed her mask, revealing her true identity. She looked at you, her eyes intense, silently begging you to understand and to keep everything between you. She signaled to you, her fingers forming a gesture that only the two of you would understand, a reminder of the grove where you used to meet as children. You nodded slightly, acknowledging her message. As Seraphina disappeared behind the door, you caught a glimpse of Vespasian, his face contorted with anger as he berated her for something. Thais stood beside Seraphina, taking the brunt of Vespasian's verbal assault, her head bowed in submission. The scene was a stark contrast to the pleasure that had just unfolded on the stage, a reminder of the power dynamics and secrets that lurked beneath the surface. You jolted as a gentle but unexpected touch grazed your shoulder, Klytemnaestra stepping from the shadows, her arm settling with quiet, possessive warmth. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Philtra, my dear, I always knew there was some dark desire hiding behind those eyes of yours.">> You struggled to maintain your composure, your mind racing with the implications of her words. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Did you enjoy the performance?">> The answer came, hesitantly. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, it was... impressive.">> Klytemnaestra leaned in, her breath hot against your ear, her voice a seductive purr. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I know what is going through your mind. Would you like to perform on the stage too?">> The question caught you off guard, and you stumbled for a response, your cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "No matter... I wonder that too, you know. When I was younger, it would have been easy to tempt me onto that stage.">> You took a deep breath, regaining your composure, your voice steady and resolved. <<dialogue "Philtra" "No, that's not for me. I only came here because Myrrine insisted.">> Klytemnaestra's expression was unreadable, but she nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Very well. Enjoy the rest of your evening, Philtra.">> With that, she turned and made her way towards Vespasian, her hips swaying with a confident, almost predatory grace. You, Medaea, and Myrrine took this opportunity to slip away. You made your way back to the cart. [[Back to the palace|AP243]]

You turned to Thais, your voice clear and authoritative. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I want two women and one man to perform together.">> Thais signaled to the performers, and they took their places. The three of them, two women and one man, ascended to the stage, their presence magnetic and enticing. The stage was designed to allow viewers to walk around it, providing different angles and perspectives. And as esteemed guests, you, Medaea, and Myrrine were free to interact with the performers. The performance began with the man, his body a study in strength, as he moved between the two women. His touch was skilled, his movements fluid and confident. He started by running his hands over the curves of both women, his fingers tracing the softness of their skin and sending shivers of anticipation through them. One of the women, her hair a waterfall of golden locks, positioned herself above the man's face as he lay on the stage, her knees on either side of his head. She slowly lowered herself, her most intimate place meeting his eager mouth. The man's tongue explored her depths, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her closer, his movements sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The other woman, her eyes smoldering with desire, straddled the man's thighs, her hips grinding against him as she slowly lowered herself onto his phallus. She took him deep inside her, her body adjusting to his size, her movements slow and deliberate, building the tension and anticipation. You walked around the stage, taking in the scene from every angle. Medaea and Myrrine did the same, their breaths hitching as they watched the raw, unbridled passion unfold before them. Myrrine lost herself in the act and reached out, her hands roaming over the performers' bodies, feeling the heat of their desire. As you watched, you recognized a familiar face in one of the women. It was Seraphina, Vespasian's daughter and your childhood friend. Medaea noticed your reaction and nodded, a silent acknowledgment of your discovery. The tempo of the act shifted as the woman riding the man's face began to move with increasing fervor, her hips grinding against his mouth, her moans of pleasure filling the air. The man's tongue worked tirelessly, his hands gripping her tightly, his movements in perfect sync with her rhythm. Meanwhile, the woman on top of the man increased her pace, her body rising and falling with each thrust, her breasts bouncing with the intensity of her movements. The man matched her rhythm, his hips bucking to meet her every descent, his hands roaming over her body, heightening her pleasure. The performance reached a new height as the man switched his focus, his hands now roaming over the body of the woman performing oral pleasure. He gripped her breasts, guiding her movements, his hips bucking in time with her rhythm. The woman riding his phallus matched their tempo, her body responding with equal fervor, her cries of pleasure rising to a crescendo. The tempo increased, the performers moving in perfect harmony, their bodies entwined in a dance of desire. The man's movements became more urgent, his thrusts deeper and more intense. The women matched his rhythm, their bodies responding with equal fervor. The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, moans and cries that echoed off the walls and mingled with the heavy breathing of the performers and the audience. As the final waves of ecstasy subsided, the performers collapsed onto the stage, their bodies slick with sweat and glistening under the lights. They lay there for a moment, catching their breath, before slowly disentangling and leaving the stage. The room returned to normal, but your mind was racing with arousal. The performers are clearly good at this, your arousal was the evidence for it. [[Regroup with Medaea and Myrrine|AP242]]

As the cart rolled back to the palace, the night air cool and refreshing against your skin, you turned to Medaea, your voice low but firm. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mother, I need you to take care of this brothel and get the women to our side. We need their support and their loyalty.">> Medaea nodded, her expression resolute. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I understand. I'll handle it.">> Myrrine, ever the strategist, leaned in, her eyes inquisitive. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "And what are you planning to do, Philtra?">> You met her gaze, your mind made up. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I have a personal mission. I'll meet with Seraphina tomorrow in the sacred grove and work with her for a short while. There are things I need to understand, and she's the key to unlocking them.">> Medaea turned to Myrrine, her voice serious. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Myrrine, you need to make sure to keep Klytemnaestra busy at the palace. We can't have her interfering with our plans.">> Myrrine nodded, a determined glint in her eyes. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I'll handle Klytemnaestra. She won't be a problem.">> You all exchanged a look, a silent agreement passing between you. The plan was set, and each of you knew your role. As the cart pulled up to the palace, you disembarked, your minds already racing with the tasks ahead. You made your way to your chambers and decided to rest for the night, as the meeting with Seraphina is tomorrow. [[The next day|AP244]]

You rose with the first light of dawn, your mind already racing with the tasks ahead. You made your way to the sacred grove, the path familiar and comforting, a reminder of simpler times. As you ventured deeper into the grove, the memories of your childhood with Seraphina washed over you, a bittersweet mix of joy and longing. There, in a clearing bathed in dappled sunlight, Seraphina awaited you. She turned as you approached, her face lighting up with a warm, familiar smile. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "Philtra, it's been too long.">> You embraced, the hug tight and heartfelt, a silent promise of support and understanding. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Seraphina, you look... radiant.">> Seraphina blushed slightly, a hint of pride in her eyes. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "Thank you. I worked hard on my performance last night. Did you enjoy it?">> You felt a flush creep up your cheeks, but you met her gaze honestly. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, I appreciated the craft and grace you showed. You were... impressive.">> Seraphina beamed, her eyes shining with unshed tears. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "Thank you. That means a lot to me.">> You took a deep breath, steering the conversation to the more pressing matter. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Seraphina, why was Vespasian chewing you out last night?">> At the mention of her father, Seraphina's expression crumpled, and she began to tear up. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "He's the reason I wanted to meet with you today.">> You reached out, taking her hand in yours, your voice reassuring. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm ready to help with whatever you need. Just tell me what's going on.">> Seraphina took a shaky breath, her voice barely above a whisper. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "He abuses me, Philtra. Every day. Sexually. I can't take it anymore. This might be a lot to ask for. But I trust you. You are part of the king's court now, enough power to get away with it.">> You ask in confusion. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Enough power to get away with what exactly?">> She quickly answers. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "I want you to kill him. My father.">>You were taken aback, your mind reeling from the request. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Seraphina, wait. Slow down. Tell me what happened.">> Seraphina broke down, her sobs wracking her body as she poured out her pain and humiliation. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "He treats me like a whore, not his daughter. I'm tired of it. I just want it to end.">> You remembered Aphrodite's command of non-violence, your mind racing with alternate strategies and solutions. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand. But we need to take this slow. I promise I'll save you from Vespasian, and you no longer have to work in the brothel. We'll find a way.">> Seraphina looked up, her eyes red and swollen, but her expression determined. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "You're not listening. I like working in the brothel. It's just that I don't like my father treating me this way. He sees me as a whore because I like working there. He was the one who got me started on this, now he hates me for liking this.">> You nodded, understanding the complexity of her situation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I see. I won't kill Vespasian. I can't. It is not the right way. But I will come up with a plan to rescue you from his clutches. Trust me.">> Seraphina nodded, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "Thank you. I was right to trust you.">> Together, you made your way back to the palace. You knew that Medaea would be crucial in this endeavor, her wisdom and experience invaluable. As you approached the palace. [[Back in the palace|AP245]]

You and Seraphina made your way back to the palace, the weight of her confession heavy on your minds. As you entered your parent's chambers, you found Medaea preparing herself in front of a mirror. Seraphina greeted Medaea as they were meeting after a long time. Seraphina recounted her problem to Medaea, her voice steady despite the tears that threatened to spill over. Medaea listened intently, her eyes never leaving Seraphina's face. When Seraphina finished, Medaea nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation.<<dialogue "Medaea" "There really is no need to kill Vespasian. There are better solutions available.">> Medaea nods at you, signaling that she understands why you chose against killing. Medaea began to explain, her voice thoughtful. <<dialogue "Medaea" "You both are young and have a lot to learn. There are different types of men. Some value wealth, others seek fame and glory. But then there are men like Vespasian, who measure their worth by the number of women they bed and their own perceived beauty. If we take that away, even if he has wealth and status, he will no longer value himself.">> Seraphina nodded, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "That's exactly the type of man my father is.">> You took a deep breath, your mind made up. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Then we'll take away his ability to perform. I'll teach you both how to make a potion that will make a man impotent.">> Medea interjected, her voice serious. <<dialogue "Medaea" "This potion needs to be consumed regularly over a long period. If overdone, it could be fatal, and that's not what we want.">> As you prepared the potion, you explained its effects. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Over time, Vespasian will lose his ability to use his phallus. The potion will affect his thoughts too, he will slowly stop feeling lust altogether. From there, he won't even value himself, making him susceptible to manipulation.">> You handed the potion to Seraphina, your expression resolute. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Use this little by little over a long period. Be patient.">> Medaea turned to you, her eyes sharp and strategic. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, how do you want to proceed? You can join Seraphina and make regular visits to Vespasian, entertaining him and watching his demise. Myrrine will keep Klytemnaestra busy. Or you can switch roles, with Myrrine assisting Seraphina while you keep Klytemnaestra occupied. Either way, it's crucial that Vespasian feels his impotency by not being able to bed you or Myrrine. He needs to be mocked and outed as impotent to destroy his ego. That is why either you or Myrrine needs to be there, to build his ego up so that it can be broken once and for all.">> You pondered the options, your mind racing with the implications of each choice. [[Assist Seraphina|AP246]] [[Keep Klytemnaestra busy|AP247]]

You made your decision, your voice steady. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'll go with helping Seraphina.">> Medaea nodded, her expression approving. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Seraphina, start using the potion. After a couple of days, Philtra will join you. This is because if Philtra joins you and Vespasian immediately starts losing his vigor, he will understand what happened. But remember, no matter what other potions Vespasian tries, he will not be potent again.">> Seraphina's eyes shone with gratitude. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "Thank you, Medaea. And Philtra, I'm glad you chose to help me.">> With a final, reassuring smile, Seraphina left, her steps light despite the heavy burden she carried. As the door closed behind her, Medaea turned to you, her eyes gleaming with strategy. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, come with me. I have something for you.">> She led you to the private part of her wardrobe, where she kept her most precious and powerful artifacts. She retrieved a mask, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly allure. <<dialogue "Medaea" "This is the visage of Eros. It will obscure your true identity, and anyone who approaches you while wearing it will see the person they are most in love with. But there's a caveat... it only works when the wearer is naked.">> <<if visited("Steal the mask") > 0>> You already know this, as you have previously used it. But you can't say that to your mother, as you stole it last time. So you choose to feign ignorance. <</if>> You took the mask, your fingers tracing the intricate designs etched into its surface. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do you want me to do with this?">> Medaea's smile was enigmatic, her voice conspiratorial. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Disguise yourself and start satisfying Vespasian. We need to understand who he truly loves so that once he is impotent, we can mock him in front of that person. It will destroy him.">> You nodded, understanding the depth of her plan. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I agree. I'll do it.">> With the mask in hand, you prepared to don your new identity, ready to delve into the depths of Vespasian's desires and uncover the truth that would ultimately lead to his downfall. The path ahead was treacherous, but you were Philtra, and you would see it through, no matter the cost. [[Get started in a couple of days|AP248]]

You chose to keep Klytemnaestra occupied, understanding the crucial role you played in the grand scheme of things. Medaea agrees and prepares to proceed with the plan with Myrrine and Seraphina. With a deep breath, you made your way to the olive gardens, the early morning air crisp and invigorating, where you know the dowager queen will be at this time of day. As you approached, you saw Klytemnaestra tending to her plants, her movements purposeful. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, your garden is breathtaking. The way you've cultivated these olive trees is truly a work of art.">> Klytemnaestra looked up, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Thank you, Philtra. I find solace in this place. It's a way for me to clear my mind and take my soul away from more pressing matters, like the impending war and Olympia's perilous future.">> You nodded, understanding the weight of her responsibilities. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I can see that. It must be challenging to bear such a burden alone. Why not have some servants assigned to this task.">> Klytemnaestra laughs and says. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "And what? Give away what little peace I have in this place? You think I should rather focus on the impending war and the perilous future of Olympia?">> You laugh and nod, understanding her desire for peace and quiet in these trying times. You understand Klytemnaestra's loneliness. She is fighting this battle with you alone, while you have Medaea and Myrrine, who support you unquestionably. She clearly wants to destroy Olympia, but why? You wish you could peer into her mind and find her twisted justification for it. She must have seen the pity or sympathy you have for her in your eyes. So she turned back to her garden, her voice thoughtful. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "The tricky part of curating a garden is allowing the new winds to blow away the withered parts of the plant, leaving room for new roots to take their place.">> You understood her metaphor, your mind racing with a counterargument. <<dialogue "Philtra" "But if the new winds are that of a storm, there will be nothing left for the new roots to grow on.">> Klytemnaestra chuckled, a sound rich with amusement and respect. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Storms are nature's way of cleaning the earth. But often, there will be lonely branches that withstand even such storms. Fated to wither away alone with only a barren ground beneath it.">> You nodded and continued to counter her sentiment. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Even those devastating storms will carry the seeds of those branches to new places, where those seeds will find fertile ground and life will begin anew.">> Klytemnaestra's eyes sparkled with admiration, a rare show of approval. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "You should have a garden of your own with a mind like that. Would you like to play a game of Petteia? It's been a while since I've had an opponent worthy of my time.">> You accepted her invitation, a glimmer of a smile on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I would be honored, your majesty. Let's see who comes out on top.">> As you settled into the game, you knew that this was just the beginning of a long and complex dance, a battle of wits and wills. [[Game begins|AP262]]

After a couple of days, you made your way to Vespasian's estate. You were ushered into his study, a room adorned with opulent furnishings and the trappings of power. Vespasian sat behind a grand desk, his eyes narrowing as you entered, his dislike for you barely concealed.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Congratulations, Vespasian, on the impressive show at Thais's brothel. I really enjoyed it">> Vespasian raised an eyebrow, a coy smile playing on his lips. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "Ah, Philtra. The praises must go to Thais, not me. And why would you congratulate me?">> You met his gaze, your expression nonchalant. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I know the establishment is owned by you. You should take pride in its monetary success and the fame it has built.">> Vespasian's facade crumbled, and he leaned back in his chair, his eyes betraying his ego. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "What do you want? I know you're not here just to congratulate me.">> You smiled, your voice smooth and confident. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I want a challenge. My skill in finding talented women rivals yours. The women working in the underground leisure room of the brothel are very skilled. I have my skills too, I can bring any woman to her knees if I wanted.">> Vespasian was taken aback, confusion flickering across his face. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "What are you talking about?">> You continued, your tone laced with challenge. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Name any woman, and I can make her appear in your bed.">> Vespasian was shocked, then laughed it off, trying to maintain his composure. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "You're bluffing.">> He made a move to stand, trying to dismiss you. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "I do not have time for your ramblings. I'm late for an appointment. I need to be somewhere else.">> You insisted, your voice firm. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Name a woman! I dare you!">> Vespasian hesitated, his eyes darting around the room as if seeking an escape. Just as he was about to speak, you interrupted, your voice seductive. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I know who you have in mind. She will appear in your bed tonight. Prepare yourself for it. I will meet with you in the morning after, we will have much to discuss.">> Vespasian's breath hitched, and you could see the arousal in his eyes as he imagined the possibility. He wiped the sweat from his brow, trying to maintain his cool. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "You're playing a dangerous game. I want no part of it. I have to leave now.">> With a final, enigmatic smile, you turned and left, leaving Vespasian to his thoughts and desires, knowing that your plan was in motion and that the night would bring the revelations you sought. [[Spea with Seraphina|AP249]]

As Vespasian left the study, his footsteps echoing down the hall, you turned to see Seraphina slipping in through the door, her eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of worry.<<dialogue "Seraphina" "Philtra, what did you talk about with my father? What did he say?">> You needed to keep the mask and its powers a secret from Seraphina, at least for now. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Oh yes! We talked. Continue to add the potion to his meal or drink every day. And whenever I'm with Vespasian, you must not disturb us. Your presence could jeopardize the plan.">> Seraphina frowned, confusion etched on her face. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "Why? What's the plan? You're not making any sense. I thought we both need to be with him until he becomes impotent.">> You placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, your voice steady and convincing. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Trust me, Seraphina. I'm doing this for your own good. I need you to stay away so that my plan can work. I initially thought that we might need to work together on this, but I am fairly certain now that I can manage on my own. Also, you are needed elsewhere for this plan to go well.">> Seraphina bit her lip, her eyes searching yours for answers. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "But... what are you going to do?">> You smiled, your plan unfolding in your mind. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'll work on Vespasian, freeing up your time to assist my mother in the brothel. She needs to take over the women from Thais, and you know the workers there very well. Your help will be invaluable. Having those women start to trust and work for Medaea is a crucial part of this plan, and this will not be possible without your help. Please!">> Seraphina's expression brightened, a glimmer of understanding in her eyes. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "I see. I'll leave you and my father alone and leave to work with Medaea whenever you are with him. Good luck! And don't worry about those women in the brothel, I am certain I can get them to trust Medaea. They all hate both Thais and my father. Your mother is a fantastic woman. So, I can see the women quickly fall into line and work with Medaea.">>With a final, reassuring nod, Seraphina left, her steps purposeful. You turned your attention to the room, ensuring that it was prepared for the night ahead. You dimmed the lights, creating an intimate and alluring atmosphere, and placed the mask carefully on the bedside table, ready for when Vespasian returned. You asked the servants to not go anywhere near the room too. The night was young, and the stage was set for the revelations that would ultimately lead to Vespasian's downfall. Now, you need to wait. [[Later that night|AP250]]

Later that night, you stood on the balcony, the cool night air brushing against your skin as you watched Seraphina leave the estate, her figure disappearing into the darkness. As her silhouette faded from view, you heard the distant rumble of a cart approaching, and you knew it was Vespasian returning. Quickly, you stripped off your clothes, the fabric falling to the floor in a soft whisper. You donned the mask, the shimmering surface obscuring your true identity, and made your way to Vespasian's bed. The room was dimly lit, the curtains pulled tight to block out any prying eyes. You ensured that all the windows were closed, creating a cocoon of intimacy and secrecy. You lay on the bed, your body exposed and inviting, the mask the only thing covering your face. You left the door unlocked, an obvious invitation for Vespasian to enter. The minutes ticked by, each one filled with anticipation. Finally, the door creaked open, and Vespasian stepped into the room. His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him, his breath catching in his throat. You could see the confusion and disbelief etched on his face as he stared at you, his mind struggling to comprehend what he was seeing. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "Klytemnaestra? Is this real? What are you doing here?">> You remained still, your voice seductive as you pretended to be the dowager queen herself. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Vespasian, I owe Philtra a favor, and this is how I am repaying it. I thought you would like this... Am I mistaken?">> Vespasian's eyes darted around the room, his expression one of stunned disbelief. He knelt before you, his voice trembling with reverence and awe. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "Your Majesty, I... I cannot indulge. I respect you too much to do this to you. Please accept my apology.">> You moved with a grace that was both alluring and commanding, your body language inviting and enticing. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Do you not find me attractive? I was looking forward to this night ever since Philtra requested me to be here. Such a shame that you are not up for it tonight.">> Vespasian's eyes roamed over your body, his breath hitching as he took in every curve and line. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "It's quite the opposite, Your Majesty. I have wanted this for many years, and now that the day is finally here, I... I don't know what to do next.">> You smiled, your voice a low purr as you continued to weave your spell, drawing him deeper into your web of desire and deception. [[Tighten your grip on him|AP251]]

Vespasian remained frozen, his mind torn between desire and respect, unable to make a move. You saw your opening and feigned anger, your voice sharp and commanding as you rose from the bed. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I wanted you, Vespasian. And now that you have disrespected me, you will never have me.">> Vespasian's eyes widened in desperation, and he threw himself at your feet, his lips pressing fervent kisses to your knees. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "Please, Your Majesty, don't leave. I beg of you.">> You commanded him to let go, your voice firm, and he complied, his body trembling with a mix of fear and longing. You turned towards the door, your steps slow and deliberate, giving him a glimpse of your back, the curve of your hips, and the sway of your hair. Vespasian's eyes followed you, his heart shattered, his mind a whirlwind of regret. Just as you reached the door, you paused, your hand on the handle, and with a seductive smile, you closed it, the lock clicking into place with a finality that sent a shiver down his spine. Vespasian's eyes blazed with lust, his body responding to the implication. He moved towards you, his steps purposeful, but you held up a hand, your voice a command that brooked no argument. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Kneel.">> He obeyed, his body lowering to the floor, his eyes never leaving yours. You saw your chance, the perfect opportunity to extract the information you needed.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Have you done what I asked for?">> Vespasian's brow furrowed, confusion etched on his face. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "I... I don't understand. What do you mean?">> You recovered quickly, your voice smooth and confident. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The women are getting the information as requested, I presume?">> Vespasian shook his head, his expression one of bewilderment. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "I only did as you asked and was wary of Philtra. She is planning to uncover the truth about the impending war. I avoided her, but now you tell me you owe her a favor and she is commanding you to be at my bed? I have curried your favor for so long, but you always avoid me and never speak with me. I want to be of more help. Tell me, what else can I do to gain your favor?">> You smiled, your plan unfolding perfectly, the pieces falling into place as you drew him deeper into your web of deception and desire. [[Extract more information|AP252]]

You maintained your dominance, your voice commanding. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You know what I hate about you the most? You do not pay attention when I speak, Vespasian. You only look at my body.">> Vespasian's eyes widened in surprise, and he shook his head vigorously. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "No, Your Majesty, I listen very intently. Your words are sacred to me.">> You pressed further, your tone laced with a mix of curiosity and challenge. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Let's test that, shall we? Tell me, what is the plan? Let's see if you have listened carefully.">> Vespasian's brow furrowed as he tried to recall the details, his voice hesitant but determined. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "You only told me part of the plan, Your Majesty. You are still preparing things with Mnemonides, and we are not ready to attack yet. We are to wait for your signal, once you signal, those loyal to you must leave the polis for Mnemonides and Gryphion's army to attack and sack the polis. After that, you will leave for Sparta with Basileos, and Mnemonides will take the throne.">> You nodded, a storm of thoughts swirling in your mind as you tried to piece together the meaning in his words. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Good, at least you remember something. What is the signal?">> Vespasian shook his head, a look of confusion on his face. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "You have not disclosed the signal yet, Your Majesty. You will inform us once they are ready to strike.">> You continued to probe, your voice steady and unyielding. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Once you escape Olympia, Where do you plan to go, Vespasian?">> In that moment, ambition and desperation warred behind Vespasian’s steady stare, each vying for dominance as his future hung in the balance. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "I'll be away, I'm planning to go to Athens for the meanwhile. Once Mnemonides takes the throne, the court members who are loyal to you will be allowed back into the polis to take the positions they previously held.">> As he spoke, Vespasian moved closer, his intentions clear as he began to strip, his eyes never leaving yours. You relented, knowing there was no other way to extract the information you needed. You moved to the bed, maintaining your dominance, your body language continuing to be commanding. Vespasian climbed on top of you, his movements desperate, but you stopped him with a firm leg. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Swear that you will pretend this never happened, and if you speak of this to me or anyone else after this, you will be dead to me.">> Vespasian's eyes widened, a mix of fear and arousal in his gaze as he nodded, his voice a low growl. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "I swear, Your Majesty. This will be our secret. I will make sure nothing comes between you and Mnemonides.">> How do you want to proceed now? [[Allow him to fulfil his desire|AP253]] [[Only give him a glimpse and retain the rest|AP254]]

You lay on the bed, your body rigid and unyielding as Vespasian loomed over you, his eyes burning with a feral, almost manic intensity. His hands, rough and calloused, explored your body with a possessive, almost violent hunger, leaving trails of goosebumps and revulsion in their wake. You clenched your jaw, your mind focused on the greater plan, the need to keep him ensnared in your web, despite the overwhelming disgust that threatened to consume you. Vespasian's lips crashed onto yours, his kiss bruising and demanding, his tongue invading your mouth with a savage, almost brutal fervor. You could taste the bitterness of his ambition and the sharp, acrid edge of his desperation. His hands gripped your wrists, pinning them above your head with a strength that bordered on painful, as he ground his hips against yours, his phallus pressing insistently against your thigh, a throbbing, unwanted intrusion. With a grunt that was almost a snarl, he flipped you onto your stomach, his body covering yours, his weight crushing and oppressive. You felt his hands roam over your back, his fingers digging into your flesh with a force that left you wincing, as he positioned himself behind you. He entered you with a single, brutal thrust, his hips slamming against your arse cheeks with a force that left you breathless and reeling, your body jolted by the harsh, unwelcome invasion. Vespasian moved with a relentless, punishing rhythm, his body slamming into yours, each thrust a claim of ownership, a brutal assertion of his dominance. You could feel the sweat dripping from his brow, the heat of his body searing your back like a brand, as he chased his release with a single-minded, almost feral intensity. His hands gripped your hips, his fingers bruising and unyielding as he held you in place, his body a machine of pure, unbridled, almost ferocious lust. His grunts and groans filled the room, a primal, almost animalistic symphony of desire and conquest, each sound a harsh, grating reminder of the act you were forced to endure. You could feel the tension building in his body, the coiled, almost explosive spring of his need, ready to snap and unleash its brutal, unyielding force. Finally, with a guttural, almost feral roar, he reached his peak, his body shuddering and convulsing as he spilled his seed deep inside you, a warm, unwanted flood that left you feeling violated and defiled. As he collapsed on top of you, his body heavy and sated, a dead weight that pinned you to the mattress, you lay there, your mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, a storm of revulsion and determination. You had endured his touch, his desire, all for the greater good, your body a vessel for his base, almost repulsive needs. And as Vespasian drifted off to sleep, his snores a low, almost mocking rumble in the room, you slipped out from under him, your body aching, your resolve hardened by the ordeal you had just endured. You take a minute to gather yourself and return your mind to a state of calm and clarity. [[The next day|AP255]]

You lay on the bed, your body tense and unyielding as Vespasian reclined beside you, his eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and anticipation, a hungry, almost predatory gleam that sent shivers of revulsion down your spine. You knew what you had to do, the sacrifice you had to make to keep him under your spell, your mind steeling itself against the impending act of repulsion. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Lie back, Vespasian. Let me take care of you.">> Vespasian obeyed, his body relaxing into the mattress, his eyes never leaving yours, an intense, almost unnerving stare that made your skin crawl. You moved between his legs, your hands steady and purposeful, despite the roiling nausea in your stomach, as you unwrapped the cloth around his hips, revealing his phallus, a throbbing, almost obscene sight that turned your stomach. You leaned in, your breath hot against his skin, and you could feel his body tense in anticipation, a shudder of eager, almost desperate desire. You took him into your mouth, your lips wrapping around his shaft, your tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, a reluctant, almost revolted act of submission. Vespasian's hands gripped your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands with a force that bordered on painful, as he guided your movements, his hips bucking in time with your rhythm, a harsh, almost brutal counterpoint to your reluctant ministrations. You could taste the salt and the musk of him, the evidence of his arousal, a bitter, almost acrid flavor that made you want to gag and flee, your body revolting against the act. Instead, you continued, your movements steady and unyielding, your mind focused on the task at hand, a grim, almost stoic determination pushing you forward, despite the overwhelming wave of repulsion that threatened to drown you. Vespasian's breaths came in ragged, almost desperate gasps, his body tensing and releasing with each stroke of your tongue, each suction of your lips, a harsh, almost brutal symphony of his desire. You could feel the power in his body, the strength and the desire, an almost feral, unyielding force that left you feeling small and overwhelmed, your body a reluctant vessel for his base, almost repulsive needs. Finally, with a low, almost feral groan, Vespasian reached his peak, his body shuddering and convulsing as he spilled his seed into your mouth, a warm, unwanted flood that coated your tongue, a bitter, almost acrid taste that left you feeling violated. You felt the warmth of his release, the wetness coating your tongue, and you had to fight the urge to spit it out, to cleanse your mouth of his taste, a harsh, almost brutal reminder of the act you had just endured. As he collapsed back onto the bed, his body sated and spent, a dead weight that lay heavy and oppressive on the mattress, you wiped your mouth, your expression neutral, your mind already planning your next move, a grim, almost stoic determination pushing you forward, despite the overwhelming wave of revulsion that still threatened to consume you. You had done what was necessary. And as Vespasian drifted off to sleep, his snores a low, almost mocking rumble in the room, you slipped out of bed. You take a minute to gather yourself and return your mind to a state of calm and clarity. [[The next day|AP255]]

The next day, you quickly changed into your normal clothes, the mask now safe with you away from prying eyes as you prepared to meet Vespasian again. As you approached him, you noticed the fear etched on his face, a stark contrast to the desire that had consumed him the night before. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "How did you manage to convince Klytemnaestra to lie with me?">> You met his gaze with a calm, almost dismissive expression. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Klytemnaestra and I have an understanding. She owes me a favor, and this was how I chose to collect.">> Vespasian's eyes widened, he knows what this means. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "I... I see. And what do you want from me in return?">> You paused, your mind already several steps ahead, plotting your next move. <<dialogue "Philtra" "My mother, Medaea, would like to take over the establishment from Thais. She likes it very much. She said it reminds her of her childhood.">> Vespasian's brow furrowed, a look of disagreement crossing his features. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "I'm not sure that's a good idea. Thais has been running the place efficiently, and Medaea is bad news. How did Klytemnaestra agree to this?">> You feigned offense, your voice sharp and commanding. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You dare to deny me? Forget about Klytemnaestra and start walking. And she does not need to know about Medaea's desire. This deal is only between you and me. I will not involve anyone else... for your own sake.">> You took an aggressive tone, driving your point home. Fear and desperation flickered in Vespasian’s eyes as his hand tightened around your arm.<<dialogue "Vespasian" "Wait! We can have a partnership, I have no problem with you. I will think about your request. Give me some time.">> A satisfied smile played on your lips as you nodded, your voice firm and unyielding. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Remember, discretion is key. Not a word to anyone, not even your daughter.">> With that, you turned and walked away, your mind already focused on the next challenge, the next step in your intricate dance of power and manipulation. The day was far from over, and you knew that the game was just beginning. You returned to the palace. You knew that Vespasian would eventually agree to your demand, his fear of losing Klytemnaestra's favor a powerful motivator. In the meantime, you instructed Seraphina to continue administering the potion, ensuring that Vespasian's impotence would be complete and undeniable. [[Back to the palce|AP256]]

As you waited for Medaea's plan to come to fruition, you decided to check on Basileos, curious about his training with your father, Peregrine. You made your way to the training grounds, the clashing of swords and the grunts of exertion filling the air. You watched from a distance as Basileos and Peregrine sparred, their movements fluid and precise, a dance of skill and strategy. Finally, the sparring session ended, and Peregrine took his leave, giving you a knowing smile for a moment before he disappeared into the palace. Basileos approached you, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes sparkling with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, I was hoping to meet you today. Would you like to go with me to a special place?">> You drew in a breath, your mind alive with questions, your heart tingling with eager anticipation that sparkled along your veins.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Of course, Basileos. I would be delighted.">> Basileos handed you a head scarf, his fingers brushing against yours as he helped you wrap it around your head, a simple yet intimate gesture that left you feeling flushed and flustered. He did the same, his hair disappearing beneath the fabric, his eyes never leaving yours. <<dialogue "Basileos" "We'll be walking there. I want to talk with you.">> You nodded, a sense of excitement building within you as you prepared to leave, your mind racing with the possibilities of what lay ahead. You followed Basileos as he led you through the streets, your civilian clothing a stark contrast to the usual royal attire, a deliberate choice to blend in, to be unseen and unnoticed. As you walked, you couldn't help but steal glances at Basileos, his profile strong yet his presence comforting. You were happy for this time alone with him, a rare moment of intimacy amidst the schemes and manipulations. The streets of the polis passed by in a blur, the noise and the chaos fading into the background as you focused on the man beside you. [[Take a walk with Basileos|AP257]]

You walked alongside Basileos, the bustling streets of the polis a vibrant backdrop to your conversation. His voice was filled with passion and determination as he spoke of the changes he envisioned for Olympia. <<dialogue "Basileos" "This polis needs to change a lot, Philtra. There's corruption and deceit everywhere I look. Once the war with Mnemonides is over, I will do better. I will be the ruler that the people deserve. Under my rule, Olympia will be a place where people from everywhere can come to show their excellence and be lauded for it. There will be games regularly held and summits for accomplished men to speak and statues memorializing their victories. This polis will be so revered that people will want to live here rather than in their own birthplace. That is what my father would have wanted for Olympia.">> You listened intently, his words stirring something deep within you, a sense of purpose and hope. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos, I will assist you in achieving this noble endeavor. Together, we can make Olympia a beacon of excellence and justice.">> As you walked, you couldn't help but feel a growing curiosity about Basileos' past, the man who had shaped him into the leader he was becoming. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Tell me about your father, Kyrathos. I never heard much about him, as he died many years ago.">> Basileos' expression softened, a mix of sadness and longing in his eyes. <<dialogue "Basileos" "You are lucky to have a loving and caring father who continues to look out for you. I did not get that from mine. I never got the time to bond with my father, he died when I was very young.">> You reached out, your hand gently squeezing his arm, a silent gesture of comfort and support. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos, you have grown to be a just king despite your father not being there for you as a guiding presence. Your strength and wisdom are your own, forged from the challenges you've faced. It is not easy, you could have very easily been swayed to do evil acts by others, but you held on to your father's memories and honored his principles in life. I am sure your father would be proud of you if he were here to witness your growth.">> As you spoke, you noticed that Basileos had led you to a grand structure, its columns towering above you, its marble facade gleaming in the sunlight. The temple of Zeus stood before you, a testament to the majesty of the gods, a place of reverence. <<dialogue "Basileos" "We have arrived. The temple of Zeus. A place where we can seek guidance and for me, it is something more.">> You have been here with Basileos before, but still the grandeur of the temple is a humbling reminder of the forces that shaped your life and the gods who watched over you and guided your path. [[Enter the temple|AP258]]

Basileos led you into the temple, the grand doors creaking open to reveal a vast, echoing chamber. You expected to see Lycaon and the seers waiting for you, their robes swirling and their eyes gleaming with ancient wisdom. But to your surprise, the temple was empty. Basileos seemed to sense your surprise and offered a small, knowing smile. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I asked everyone to leave. I wanted us to have some privacy.">> He gestured to the walls, where vibrant murals and paintings depicted scenes of battle and triumph, gods and titans locked in eternal struggle. <<dialogue "Basileos" "These murals tell a story. The story of Titanomachy, of how Zeus fought against his father, Cronus, and freed the other Olympian gods.">> You walked along the walls, your eyes tracing the intricate details of the paintings, the power of the gods leaping off the canvas. You could feel the weight of history, the lessons of the past echoing through the ages.<<dialogue "Philtra" "These stories are important. They teach us about courage, about standing up against tyranny and oppression. They remind us of the sacrifices made by those who came before us.">> You turned to Basileos, a sudden idea striking you, a way to lift his spirits and honor his father. <<dialogue "Philtra" "We should commission a statue for your father. I know a sculptor called Pygmalion, he's supposed to be the best at this craft. We can commission him.">> Basileos shook his head, a sad smile playing on his lips. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I wanted to do that before, but every time I requested it, my mother denied me. She hated my father, you see. She wanted his name and face to be forgotten by the people of Olympia.">> You took a risk, your voice low and careful. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I hope you don't mind me saying this, but I have to... There are rumors about your father's death.">> Basileos knowing full well what the rumors are, he asks. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Oh really... What rumors?">> You realize he wants you to say the words, so you oblige. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Well... Rumors that your mother poisoned him.">> Basileos' expression remained calm, his eyes steady and unyielding. <<dialogue "Basileos" "You're wrong. Those are just rumors. That is a lie.">> You apologized, your voice filled with genuine regret. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought that up. Please forget I ever said anything.">> A long silence fell between you, the weight of the past hanging heavy in the air. Finally, Basileos spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. <<dialogue "Basileos" "My mother didn't poison my father.... It was an axe to the back.">> You gasped, shock and horror coursing through you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos... did your mother confess to this crime? Who else knows about this?">> He shook his head, his eyes distant, lost in the memories of a past he could barely comprehend. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Not many know. She didn't have to confess. I witnessed the act. I was too young to even understand what was happening. It took me a few years to comprehend what had happened that fateful day.">> You reached out, your arms wrapping around him from behind, a silent offer of comfort and support. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos... why are you still with her? Your mother took your father away from you and also the people of Olympia.">> He leaned into your embrace, his voice soft and filled with a profound, almost painful understanding. <<dialogue "Basileos" "She is my mother. That is reason enough. And I witnessed the horrors she had to go through to bring me up, to raise me without taking another husband. She is a strong woman. A survivor. I have not forgiven nor forgotten, but I could never harm my own mother.">> There were no more words spoken, none were needed. You held him, your presence a silent promise of support and understanding, a sanctuary in the storm of his past. The temple of Zeus stood around you, a witness to your shared pain and the unspoken bond that was forged in that moment. [[A few days later|AP259]]

A few days later, Medaea sought you out and informed you that the plan was ready to proceed. With a sense of anticipation, you, Myrrine, and Medaea climbed into a cart and made your way to the brothel. You entered to find Vespasian and Seraphina already in place, their watchful silence speaking volumes about the dangerous game that was unfolding. As your eyes fell upon Vespasian, you were struck by his visibly sick and exhausted appearance. The potion had clearly taken its toll, leaving him a shadow of his former self. Medaea, with a sly smile, informed you that she had tempted Vespasian with a gift, something that he could not resist.<<dialogue "Medaea" "I have tempted Vespasian with a gift. Watch and see how he reacts.">> You watched as a woman approached Vespasian, her movements calculated and seductive. She led him to a room, unaware that the chamber was a prop, designed to allow those outside to observe every intimate detail. As they entered, your heart raced with a mix of anticipation and revulsion. The room was stark, devoid of the usual comforts of a bed. Instead, a simple table stood in the center, its surface bare and uninviting. Vespasian, driven by desire and the effects of the potion, began to undress the woman, his movements clumsy and desperate. As he laid her on the table, he struggled with his own phallus, it was refusing to cooperate, a clear sign of the potion's potency. Another woman, unseen by Vespasian, slipped into the room and began to take his discarded clothes, her actions precise and efficient. You watched in disgust as Vespasian's naked form was revealed, his tiny phallus a pathetic sight. Medaea's potion is indeed effective. Medaea addresses you both and leaves. <<dialogue "Medaea" "You and Myrrine need to stay hidden and watch. Do not reveal yourselves, no matter what happens.">> As Vespasian's struggles continued, a group of women entered the room, their laughter and mocking comments filling the air. <<dialogue "Woman 1" "Look at him. So eager and yet so incapable.">><<dialogue "Woman 2" "Pathetic, isn't he?">>Vespasian, desperate and humiliated, searched for his clothes, his hands trembling as he tried to cover his nakedness. The mockery continued, each word a dagger to his pride. In a fit of rage, he turned on the woman on the bed, his hands wrapping around her throat. She expertly feigned fear, her cries for help echoing through the room.<<dialogue "Woman on Bed" "Don't hurt me, please. I confess. Thais planned this all. She's on her way here.">>You searched for Medaea, but the cunning woman was nowhere to be seen. Vespasian's rage reached a boiling point as Thais entered the room, her unintentional laughter at the sight of his naked form sending him over the edge. He pounced on her, his hands tightening around her throat with a ferocity that left no room for mercy. Medaea arrived too late to stop the inevitable. Thais lay lifeless on the floor, her once vibrant spirit extinguished. Medaea, ever the strategist, quickly took control of the situation. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I will cover for you, Vespasian. Leave now. I will take care of this problem.">> Vespasian, his senses returning, realized the gravity of his actions. Vespasian, with his voice filled with shame and regret, says.<<dialogue "Vespasian" "Not only her, all these women are your problem now. Good luck.">>With a final glance at Thais's body, he fled, leaving Medaea to deal with the aftermath. You are still not sure if Medaea intended to end Thais's life, you have a pact with Aphrodite regarding violence, but maybe Medaea has no such reservations. Slowly, A quiet sense of awe spread through you as you observed Medaea’s meticulous plan play out, the unseen hand guiding the fate of those caught in her web. <<if visited("AP182") > 0>> [[Back to the dungeon to connect with Lysara|AP260]] <<else>> [[Back to the palace|AP261]] <</if>>

After the events at the brothel, you considered the Vespasian issue completed for now. You hoped there might be a chance to end Vespasian just as he had ended Thais, he deserved that for his treatment of his daughter, Seraphina. You hope Aphrodite does not put you in a position to break your oath to her. At least for the moment, Medaea had taken over the brothel, a significant asset in your growing web of influence. You made your way back to the dungeon, leaving Myrrine to return to the palace. As you descended into the dimly lit cells, you found Lysara, Thrasybulos, and Eudoxos. You approached Lysara, warmth and reassurance softening your tone.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Lysara, things are going well on the outside. It is only a matter of time before you are released, and the actual traitors are punished.">> Lysara looked at you, her expression contemplative. You had expected her to be more enthusiastic about her impending release, but her response caught you off guard. You inquire. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What's wrong?">> Lysara snaps out of her thoughts and answers.<<dialogue "Lysara" "I have had a lot of time to think here. I'm not sure if I am meant for this life in court, to scheme and to manipulate.">> You listened intently as Lysara poured her heart out, her voice filled with a longing for a simpler life. <<dialogue "Lysara" "I would rather just be a normal wife, taking care of my children while waiting for my husband to come back from war, or work the fields with my family. I did not choose this life in court, my brother took away that dream.">> You understood her desire, but you also knew the harsh realities of their world. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand your desire, but life rarely gives us what we want. I wish there was no war for us to worry about, but I know that will never happen. If not Mnemonides, then someone else will wage war with Olympia. Peace is something we can work towards but never truly achieve, at least not for a longer period of time.">> Lysara says under her breath, but your ear is sharp enough to pick it up. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Just like love.">> To lighten the mood, you asked a question laced with double meaning, a subtle reference to the bond between you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Interesting dream though... regarding the husband you wish to wait for, how long will you wait for that husband to return to your loving arms?">> Lysara understood the implication, her eyes meeting yours with a depth of emotion that spoke volumes. <<dialogue "Lysara" "I will wait till my last breath.">> You smiled, your voice soft and reassuring. <<dialogue "Philtra" "In that case, the husband will always come back to the wife, in this life or the next.">> You reached out, your hand gently squeezing hers, only you both will understand what those words truly mean. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Please wait a bit longer and keep faith. Your time will come, and we will face whatever challenges lie ahead together.">> As you left the dungeon to go back to the palace, you thought of everything that had happened between you and Lysara and how much she had changed, all because of your love. [[Back to the palace|AP261]]

<<if visited("AP182") < 1>> After the events at the brothel, you considered the Vespasian issue completed for now. You hoped there might be a chance to end Vespasian just as he had ended Thais, he deserved that for his treatment of his daughter, Seraphina. You hope Aphrodite does not put you in a position to break your oath to her. At least for the moment, Medaea had taken over the brothel, a significant asset in your growing web of influence. You and Myrrine made your way back to the palace. <</if>> The next day, you met back up with Myrrine and Medaea, the weight of your recent discoveries heavy on all your minds. You gathered in a quiet corner of the palace, your voices low as you discussed your next move. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Now that Thais is taken care of, what's the next step? How do you want to proceed from here?">> <<set $spyNetwork += 2>> <<if visited("AP205") > 0 and visited("AP207") > 0>> [[All three quests are now completed|AP235]] <<elseif visited("AP205") > 0 and visited("AP207") < 1>> [[Work with Thysa and Lyssa|AP207]] <<elseif visited("AP205") < 1 and visited("AP207") > 0>> [[Work on Eamon|AP205]] <<else>> [[Work on Eamon|AP205]] [[Work with Thysa and Lyssa|AP207]] <</if>>

You and Klytemnaestra settled into a comfortable seating area near the olive grove, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the game board. The Petteia pieces, smooth and cool to the touch, were arranged in their starting positions, a silent promise of the strategic battle to come. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Shall we begin? Just to remind you of the mechanics of this game. Remember, the goal is to trap my pieces between yours, either horizontally or vertically. No diagonal moves, and you can move any number of spaces as long as the path is clear.">> You nodded, your mind already racing with potential strategies. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand the rules. Let's see who can outmaneuver the other.">> The game began with a flurry of moves, each of you testing the other's defenses, probing for weaknesses. You moved your pieces with precision, your eyes never leaving the board, calculating each potential capture and counter-move. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "A bold move! But I think you'll find that I have a few tricks up my sleeve.">> You chuckled, a sound of amusement and challenge. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I wouldn't expect anything less from you.">> The game intensified, the clack of pieces against the board a rhythmic accompaniment to your strategic dance. You trapped one of Klytemnaestra's pieces, a small victory that earned you a nod of approval from your opponent. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Well played! But the game is far from over.">> You smiled, your eyes sparkling with determination. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Indeed, it is not. But I have a feeling that today, the winds of change are in my favor.">> As the game progressed, you both became more aggressive, your moves bolder and more calculated. The board was a battlefield, and each captured piece a trophy of your strategic prowess. Finally, with a flourish, Klytemnaestra trapped your last piece, a move that left you with no possible counters. You looked up, meeting her gaze, a silent acknowledgment of her victory. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You've bested me. It seems the winds of change are actually in your favor today.">> Klytemnaestra had a satisfied smile on her face. You bowed your head slightly, a gesture of respect and sportsmanship. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It was an honor to play against you. Perhaps next time, the tides will turn in my favor.">> Klytemnaestra stood, her movements graceful and fluid. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I enjoyed this game. We should do this more often.">> With that, she turned and made her way back to the palace, leaving you to ponder the complexities of your interaction and the strategic battle that lay ahead. You seem to get a good understanding of Klytemnaestra in her game strategies. [[Another round|AP263]]

Over the next few days, you made it a point to connect with Klytemnaestra, your daily meetings becoming a ritual of strategy and camaraderie. Each morning, you would find her in the olive grove to make sure her focus is on you while Medaea makes progress in her plan. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "You're becoming quite the adept at Petteia. Your moves are better and is constantly changing with each passing day.">> You smiled, a glimmer of pride in your eyes. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And you, your majesty, are a formidable opponent. Your strategies are a joy to unravel. I am learning a lot from you.">> As the days wore on, you began to notice patterns in Klytemnaestra's play. She had a tendency to focus on the larger threats, often overlooking the smaller, isolated pieces that could be maneuvered to her disadvantage. You used this to your advantage, slowly drawing out the matches, trapping her pieces one by one. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It seems you have a blind spot for the smaller pieces. They can be quite the nuisance if left unchecked.">> Klytemnaestra chuckled, a sound of amusement and respect. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "You're right, you know. I've been so focused on the big picture that I've neglected the details. Your adaptability with the strategy is what truly sets you apart.">> You bowed your head slightly, acknowledging her compliment. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you. It's an honor to learn from you.">> As the matches progressed, you began to turn the tide in your favor, your victories becoming more frequent. Klytemnaestra watched you with admiration, her respect for you growing with each game. After a few days, you felt confident that Medaea had made considerable progress in her mission. You knew it was time to move on, to shift your focus to the next phase of your plan. You continued to meet the dowager queen and keep her occupied until she can interfere no more. But for now, you can focus on something else. You knew that your time with Klytemnaestra had been well spent, a strategic dance that had bought Medaea the time she needed. Now, it was time to see the fruits of your labor. [[Catchup with Basileos|AP256]]

You ask the important question. <<dialogue "Philtra" "How do you know all this? I know you have your members in every crevice of this polis, but even for them, getting all this information on such short notice is impossible. Tell me the truth if you want us to work together.">> The sisters go to a secluded room, and thus you follow them in, the air thick with anticipation and the weight of secrets yet to be revealed. As the door closed behind you, Thysa turned to face you, her expression solemn. <<dialogue "Thysa" "If truth is what you seek, then you shall get that. Lyssa and I are Hermes's chosen. We serve him, and through him, we have access to knowledge and intelligence that others do not.">> You thought back to the entrance and the guildhall, the many statues of Hermes that adorned the walls. It made sense now, the reverence and the power that seemed to emanate from this place. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I see. And I guess that you know about Myrrine, my mother, and me working for Aphrodite?">> Thysa nodded, her voice steady. <<dialogue "Thysa" "Yes, we do. And we want you to know that Hermes and Aphrodite are on the same side in this quest. We need to work together. Our goals align, and only by combining our strengths can we hope to succeed.">> You were wary, your mind racing with the implications of their revelation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And what of the dowager queen and her discordant apple? What do you know about it?">> Lyssa stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with knowledge. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "The discordant apple is a communication device, a way for Eris to speak with the queen. Eris is an unreliable goddess, whose goal is chaos and strife. She doesn't want the queen to win, she wants both you and the queen to lose. I doubt the queen wants an actual war, her goal is something else, and the war is just a means to an end for her. Eris just convinced the queen that a war is the only way to achieve her personal goal. Eris would be dismayed if the queen or you got your wish without bloodshed. Eris is just using the queen to ensure that you do not succeed.">> You were astonished, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place with a clarity that was both enlightening and unsettling. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I see... And what of your motives? Why are you helping me? What do you want in return? And don't tell me you are doing this for the common good or anything like that. I know Hermes or you would want something in return from me for this help.">> Thysa and Lyssa go silent for a minute, probably thinking about the answer to your question. [[What do they want in return?|AP265]]

After a moment of thoughtful silence, Lyssa spoke, her voice measured and deliberate. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "You are right, Hermes does want something in return for his help. But he cannot ask for that now. Once the war is avoided or over, Hermes himself will come to you and ask what he wants from you.">> You pondered this, your mind racing with the implications. What could Hermes want? You came up blank, the future a mystery shrouded in the mists of uncertainty. But you understood the sisters' position, their need for alliance and mutual benefit. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Very well then, I agree to this deal. I will wait for Hermes to ask his need of me when the time is right for it. For now, you want the same thing as I do... to protect Olympia and see the right people in power.">> Thysa nodded, her expression resolute. <<dialogue "Thysa" "Exactly! We are on the same side in this. And we are offering you our full support. Our members are yours to command. How do you want to proceed?">> You took a deep breath, your mind made up. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I want you to continue monitoring the traitors. Keep a close eye on their movements and communications. But do not act until I give the signal. When I do, I want every single traitor arrested on the same date. If we go one by one, the dowager queen will just replace that traitor with another. We need to make sure the dowager queen is cornered, with no one to help her.">> Lyssa and Thysa exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "Agreed! Your plan is sound. We will do as you ask.">> You bowed your head slightly, a gesture of gratitude and respect. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, both of you. I will not forget this. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have much to discuss with my mother and Myrrine.">> With that, you took your leave, your steps echoing in the secluded chamber as you made your way back to the palace. You found your mother and Myrrine going about their everyday tasks and asked them to meet you in your chamber to discuss important matters.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Glad you both are here. I have much to tell you. The thieves guild is now our ally, and with them, we have a chance to turn the tide. They right away admitted that they work for Hermes and everything that they know about this conflict.">> Your mother listened intently, her trust in you unwavering. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I trust your judgment. If you believe in the sisters, then so do I. But what do they want in return?">> You know your mother is too smart to fall for any lies, so you admit the truth to her. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I... don't know actually. After the war is averted, Hermes will give me a task that is to be completed. I have no clue what that could be.">> Your mother seemed very concerned about this. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I have taught you not to trust the gods. But... I suppose you need their help more now. Hermes is a problem for tomorrow, once this is all over. You cannot refuse a god... hope you dont end up regretting agreeing to this in hindsight.">> Myrrine, ever the optimist, leaned in and said. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "We both will still assist you on whatever task is set by Hermes too, no worries. So... what is our next move for now? How do we proceed from here?">> You responded. <<dialogue "Philtra" "We wait. Some preparations are still yet to be concluded.">> With a plan in place and allies at your side, you are one more step closer to achieving your goal. <<set $spyNetwork += 3>> <<if visited("AP206") > 0 and visited("AP205") > 0>> [[All three quests are now completed|AP235]] <<elseif visited("AP206") > 0 and visited("AP205") < 1>> [[Work on Eamon|AP205]] <<elseif visited("AP206") < 1 and visited("AP207") > 0>> [[Work on Thais|AP206]] <<else>> [[Work on Thais|AP206]] [[Work on Eamon|AP205]] <</if>>

You gathered Myrrine and Medaea, your voices low and urgent as you made your way to the thieves' guild hall. The air was thick with anticipation, the weight of your plan heavy on your minds. As you entered, Thysa and Lyssa were conversing about something and stopped looking at you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thysa, Lyssa, I want you to meet Myrrine and Medaea. Though I would like for you all to get acquainted well, we have pressing issues to attend to. We need to work together, for the sake of Olympia. I am ready to move on to the next phase of the plan.">> Thysa and Lyssa nodded, their eyes gleaming with respect. <<dialogue "Thysa" "It is an honor to meet you both. You are welcome to visit us at any time, with or without Philtra.">> Lyssa does not say much but gives a nod of respect and turned to you. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "So, what is your plan?">> You took a deep breath, your mind made up. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Medaea, Myrrine, and I have figured out that the dowager queen will give a signal to alert the traitors of the attack right before it happens. They will make their way out of the polis, and the attack will come from the mountain pass, not through the gates. My plan is to trigger a false signal, prompting the traitors to leave. My father, Peregrine, will be situated outside the gates, ready to round up the traitors who escape, proving their guilt and arresting them.">> Myrrine moved uneasily, she looked at you and asked. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Does the king know of this ploy? Where will he be situated? How are you planning on protecting him?">> You shook your head, your voice firm. <<dialogue "Philtra" "No, he does not. His mother is too close to him, and we cannot risk alerting the dowager queen. I understand this is a risk, but we have to do this now. The dowager queen will never let her son be harmed, it is the rest of the polis we need to protect from her.">> Medaea's expression darkened, a warning in her eyes. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, this plan can go wrong very easily. We need to take time and come up with a better strategy.">> You met her gaze, your voice unwavering. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Time is a luxury we cannot afford. If anyone has a better plan, propose it now. Otherwise, we commit to this.">> A heavy silence fell over the room, the weight of your decision settling on each of them. Finally, they all nodded, a hesitant agreement passing between you. Lyssa stepped forward and spoke. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "It is decided then. We will discreetly give a fake letter to everyone. We will see who goes to the king as loyalists and who flees the polis as traitors.">> Medaea turned to you, her voice steady and sure. <<dialogue "Medaea" "I will speak to Peregrine about covertly setting up a perimeter outside the gates. We will catch the traitors as they try to escape.">> With the plan set, you all waited for nightfall, the air thick with anticipation and the weight of the dangerous task ahead. You knew that the path you had chosen was fraught with risk, but you were ready to face it. [[Wait for nightfall|AP267]]

You nervously paced the palace corridors, your heart pounding in your chest as you awaited the cover of night. The plan was in motion, and you could only hope that everything would unfold as you had envisioned. Knowing that the fate of Olympia hung in the balance, you decided to make one last attempt to speak with Basileos, to at least inform him of the plan retrospectively, hoping Klytemnaestra might have finally left him alone. As you made your way towards the king's chambers, you saw Thysa running towards you, her face flushed and her breath coming in ragged gasps. You felt your eyes open in astonishment, the sound of your words threading together care and intrigue in each syllable. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thysa, what are you doing inside the palace? How did you get in? Are you alright?">> Thysa took a moment to catch her breath, her voice urgent and low. <<dialogue "Thysa" "There's a slight hitch in the plan. The dowager queen has anticipated your moves and made sure that everyone, even the loyalists, is caught as traitors. It is a mess out in the streets.">> Your heart sank, your mind racing with the implications of this new development. <<dialogue "Philtra" "How is that possible? How did she know? Why did we not move earlier or abort the plan if we suspected her involvement?">> Before Thysa could respond, your mother joined you, her expression grave. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, There you are! I just got word from the workers in Thais's brothel. Both the women and also Seraphina are being arrested. And in the Eamon estate, Kaelen is also being taken into custody as a traitor.">> Your eyes widened in disbelief, your mind racing with the need to act quickly. You knew that you had to make a decision, and fast. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine, Medaea, and Lyssa, you all must go to the brothel and protect the workers and Seraphina. Thysa, you and I will go to the estate and protect Kaelen. We need to act now.">> With a final, determined nod, you all sprang into action, your steps echoing in the palace corridors as you rushed to carry out your respective tasks. [[Go to Eamon's estate|AP268]]

You and Thysa took a horse and rushed to the estate, the wind whipping your hair as you galloped through the chaotic streets. The polis was in turmoil, the plan that was supposed to be a simple and silent capture of the traitors was now a mess of chaos and pandemonium. You couldn't help but wonder where it all went wrong. Were you too confident? Did you take a hasty decision due to a lack of time to think? As you approached the estate, you saw Eamon being dragged to the gates, his face a mask of pain. His feet were tied, and he was being dragged by a guard on a horse. He was alive, but barely, a grim sight you wanted to instinctively look away from, even though it was a traitor that was being treated like this. Thysa stopped to help, but you shook your head, your voice urgent. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thysa, Eamon is not our priority. We need to find Kaelen.">> With a grim nod from Thysa, you swept onward, your chests echoing with the urgent rhythm of racing hearts. As you reached the estate, you were met with a scene of devastation. The building was engulfed in flames, the once-grand structure now a charred skeleton of its former self. You turned to Thysa, your voice steady and sure. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thysa, look around outside for Kaelen. I'll go in and look for him. Give me a shout if you are able to locate him.">> Thysa nodded, her eyes wide with concern, and you rushed into the burning estate, the heat searing your lungs and the smoke stinging your eyes. You made your way to the upper floor, your voice echoing through the halls as you shouted for Kaelen. After what felt like an eternity, you heard a weak response, a coughing, choking sound that sent a wave of relief and determination through you. You followed the sound, your heart pounding in your chest, and found Kaelen buried beneath a pile of rubble in the servant's room. His face was covered in soot and blood, his eyes barely open, but he was alive. You worked quickly, your hands trembling as you cleared the debris and helped him to his feet. Kaelen struggled to speak, his voice a hoarse whisper. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Philtra... thank you... I thought... I was a goner...">> You helped him out of the estate, the heat and smoke a constant threat, and handed him over to Thysa, your voice steady and sure. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thysa, take care of him. I need to go to the main gate and see what's happening there.">> Thysa nodded, her eyes filled with determination, and you watched as she led Kaelen to a safe place. A quiet burden settled in your heart, each beat echoing with the significance of all that had transpired. You turned and made your way to the main gate. [[Go to the main gate|AP269]]

You deliberately chose to go around so that you could cross the smoldering ruins of Thais's brothel, the heat and smoke engulfing this building too. The once-vibrant establishment was now a charred skeleton, the air thick with the acrid scent of burning wood and the distant cries of the injured. You silently thanked your mother for protecting the workers and Seraphina, your heart heavy with the weight of the night's events. You pushed forward, your mind racing with the implications of what you had just witnessed. As you reached the gate, you were met with a scene of madness. The common folk, more than the polis guards and the king's men, had taken up weapons, their voices a cacophony of shouts and screams. The streets were a sea of torches and blades, the air thick with the scent of blood, tears, and rage. You saw the dowager queen atop a small stone wall, her voice a shrill, commanding presence that seemed to incite the crowd to a frenzy. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Bring forth the traitors! Bring them forth and let them face the wrath of the people!">> The crowd roared in response, their voices a chorus of bloodlust and vengeance. You watched in horror as the dowager queen took up a scythe, her eyes gleaming with a mad, almost divine light. She began to execute everyone and anyone that the crowd brought forth as a traitor, one by one.<<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Let this be a lesson to all who would betray Olympia! Let this be a lesson to all who would defy the will of the gods!">> You observed the scene, your heart sinking as you saw the image of Eris in all of this. Chaos, strife, and confusion... it was all part of her plan. You felt like giving up, your spirit broken and your resolve wavering. If you showed your face, the dowager queen would set the mob upon you, and you would be torn limb from limb. You quickly looked for your father in the crowd of the armored men, but he was nowhere to be found. After a while, you gave up and made your way back to the palace. You feared for Basileos, knowing that without his mother, his life could also be in danger. [[Go to the palace|AP270]]

<<if visited("AP182") > 0>> You made your way to the palace. As you reached the throne room, you were met with a scene of chaos. Basileos, Peregrine, Thrasybulos, Eudoxos, and Lysara were fighting a few men on one side of the room, their voices a cacophony of shouts and clangs. The battle seems to be lopsided, with Basileos and your father outclassing their opponents. You wonder how Lysara got out of the dungeon on time but feel happy that she is fighting for the right side and can be trusted. On the other side, a few loyal court members had come in to warn the king, see the attack on the king, and bravely take up arms and overwhelm those attackers. The fight was fierce but brief, and thankfully, no one seemed to be injured. The fight at the end became rather one-sided, as it was just a few attackers against many skilled warriors who outclassed them and outnumbered them. After the fighting subsided, you rushed to them in your urgency. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos! Father! Thank the fates you are alright. We need to go to the gate. It is complete madness out there, and the traitors are being killed one by one. We need to stop this from getting out of hand.">> They all nodded, their expressions grim, and you all made your way to the gate, your steps echoing in the palace corridors. Before you left, you addressed Lysara. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, well done! Thank you, Lysara, for acting bravely when the king needed you to. Please go back to the dungeon and stay away from prying eyes until this madness is over.">> All three of them agreed despite their blood racing due to all that fighting. But as you were about to leave, Basileos pulled you aside, his voice a mix of concern and anger. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, did you have a hand in all this? Why did you do something like this without my knowledge?">> You met his gaze, your voice steady and sure. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos, I need you to trust me. I will explain everything once the chaos in the mob has been subdued. But for now, we need to act. We need to end this now.">> Basileos hesitated, his eyes searching yours, but finally, he nodded, a silent agreement passing between you. With that, you all made your way to the gate, your hearts pounding in your chests, your spirits unbroken, and your resolve unwavering, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, ready to bring an end to the chaos and restore order to Olympia. <<else>> You made your way to the palace. As you reached the throne room, you were met with a scene of chaos. Basileos, Peregrine, Thrasybulos, and Eudoxos were fighting a few men on one side of the room, their voices a cacophony of shouts and clangs. The battle seems to be lopsided, with Basileos and your father outclassing their opponents. On the other side, a few loyal court members had come in to warn the king, see the attack on the king, and bravely take up arms and overwhelm those attackers. The fight was fierce but brief, and thankfully, no one seemed to be injured. The fight at the end became rather one-sided, as it was just a few attackers against many skilled warriors who outclassed them and outnumbered them. After the fighting subsided, you rushed to them in your urgency. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos! Father! Thank the fates you are alright. We need to go to the gate. It is complete madness out there, and the traitors are being killed one by one. We need to stop this from getting out of hand.">> They all nodded, their expressions grim, and you all made your way to the gate, your steps echoing in the palace corridors. Before you left, you addressed them both. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, well done! Thank you for acting bravely when the king needed you to. Please continue to shadow the king and protect him.">> Both of them agreed despite their blood racing due to all that fighting. But as you were about to leave, Basileos pulled you aside, his voice a mix of concern and anger. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, did you have a hand in all this? Why did you do something like this without my knowledge?">> You met his gaze, your voice steady and sure. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos, I need you to trust me. I will explain everything once the chaos in the mob has been subdued. But for now, we need to act. We need to end this now.">> Basileos hesitated, his eyes searching yours, but finally, he nodded, a silent agreement passing between you. With that, you all made your way to the gate, your hearts pounding in your chests, your spirits unbroken, and your resolve unwavering, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, ready to bring an end to the chaos and restore order to Olympia. <</if>> [[Go back to the gate|AP271]]

You made your way back to the main gate with everyone else in tow, your mind still reeling with possibilities about how much worse the night can get further on. As you reached the gate, you were met with a scene of chaos. The dowager queen was still atop the small stone platform, her voice shrill, her presence seeming to incite the crowd to a frenzy. She was still taking up the scythe, executing everyone and anyone that the crowd brought forth as a traitor, one by one. Basileos's voice boomed through the crowd, a powerful, commanding presence that seemed to stop everyone in their tracks. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Stop! Everyone, stop!">> Everyone stood still, including the dowager queen, her eyes wide with surprise and fear. You felt the power in Basileos's voice, the authority and the command that seemed to radiate from him. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Mother, drop the scythe and go back to the palace. Now!">> The dowager queen hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching Basileos's, but finally, she obeyed, her voice a low, defeated whisper. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Yes, my son.">> As everyone fell silent, you started to hear the cries of the families of the fallen, the distant wails and sobs that seemed to echo through the streets. Freed from madness, the crowd stood stunned, the harsh light of reason casting shadows of shame, remorse, and incredulity across every face. Basileos then made a rousing speech, his voice steady and sure, his eyes scanning the crowd. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Is this what you feel justice must be? A mob, a frenzy, a madness that leads to the death of innocent people?">> The crowd went silent, their eyes downcast, their spirits broken. Basileos watched as some of the bodies were being carted away somewhere, his voice a low, steady command. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Where are you taking these bodies?">> The man pushing the cart bowed his head, his voice a low, respectful whisper. <<dialogue "Man" "The dowager queen ordered us to take these bodies to dump them in the mountain pass, my lord. To act as a warning to the attackers.">> Basileos's eyes widened in disbelief, his voice a low, angry growl. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Return all the bodies back here. And for those bodies to be handed over to the next of kin for proper burial.">> He then turned to the crowd, his voice a mix of anger and sadness. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Look around you. Look at this beautiful polis. It looks like it was sacked by a ruthless invading army. But it was not. It was the men and womenfolk of the polis who burned their houses and that of their neighbors.">> He continued. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I miss my father every day. But for today, for the first time in my life, I am happy that he is not around to witness the fall of this polis that he built and loved more than his own son.">> The mob then gathered around Basileos, their voices a low, respectful murmur. He then continued his speech, his voice steady and sure, his eyes scanning the crowd. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I can give you gold and food as compensation. But I can never replace the lives that were lost today. I ask you, the good folk of the polis, to rebuild this polis and seek comfort and camaraderie with those who lived through this. Respect and honor the fallen and treat them with dignity.">> After a long, meaningful silence, the mob knelt in reverence, and you, your father, and everyone else followed the lead, kneeling before the king. Basileos then stood, his voice a low, steady command. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I am going to now put out the fire and help anyone who needs it.">> With that, he walked off, not waiting for anyone, his steps echoing in the streets. You stood and watched in awe as the entire polis followed Basileos, working together. The polis was rebuilt to the best of their abilities overnight with what little resources they had to patch up the damages. The injured got some medical attention, and the dead were cremated together in holy rituals and ceremonies. You felt this was a silver lining, the polis, who never acknowledged Basileos as their king after Kyrathos's death, now did. It now had an unshakable unity, not even the gods could disrupt it. [[Soon after|AP272]]

The first light of dawn spilled over the horizon, signaling a fresh start, while the arduous labor of rebuilding the polis pressed on, carried through the night by unwavering hands. Tiredness and sleep claimed your body, and thus you traveled back to the palace with Basileos. The streets were quiet, the air thick with the scent of smoke and the distant echoes of the night's chaos. Basileos was silent, his expression unreadable, his eyes focused on the path ahead. You took a deep breath, your voice steady and sure. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos, I need to apologize. I am partly responsible for all this.">> Basileos still did not react, continuing to keep his eyes focused on the path ahead. You continued with regret. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I attempted to tell you, but your mother was always hovering over you, never allowing me to speak with you. Think back to the last time I tried, and she hurried you away.">> With eyes wide in recognition, Basileos thought back to that moment, his expression reflecting a deepening awareness. You continued. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The plan was to send everyone a false flag for an attack. The traitors were supposed to flee, and the loyalists were expected to come to the palace for an audience with you. But somehow, your mother knew about this, and was waiting for the traitors at the gate, and before I could react, everything was plunged into chaos.">> You apologized again, your voice a low, regretful whisper. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I never intended for any of this to happen, Basileos. I am so sorry. You have to believe me.">> You then praised Basileos on how he conducted himself in this tough situation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "But you were amazing. You united the people, brought them together, and gave them hope for the future. You showed them that they can rebuild, that they can overcome this dreadful night. You were only a king in name until yesterday, but since then you have established yourself as the true king in every sense of the word. I am very proud of you, I am certain that your father would be too.">> Basileos finally spoke, his voice a low, steady command. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I have some ideas... I will be hiring people right away to rebuild their houses. I will make sure any able-bodied man or woman will get some drachmae and food and also make sure they have a job in the rebuild of this polis. Have Medaea assist the injured, her hands can do wonders.">> You agreed, your voice a mix of determination and respect. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I will assist in any way I can, Basileos. Together, we can bring this polis back to its former glory, just like your father envisioned.">> With that, you both made your way back to the palace, finding comfort in each other and reviving the hope for a better future. [[The next day|AP273]]

You connected with your father, Peregrine, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the chaos. You needed to understand why he was not at the main gate and what had transpired in the palace. You asked, <<dialogue "Philtra" "Father, I wanted to ask you this much earlier, but I didn't, considering the events that happened that night. My plan was for you to wait near the gate to catch the traitors. How did you end up in the palace with Basileos? Who was in charge of the arrests that happened in the main gate in your absence?">> He lets out a resigning sigh and responds. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "I was told that you were in danger, and thus I dropped everything there and rushed my way to the palace, only to figure out that it was a misdirection. Thankfully I was at least able to help Basileos.">> Peregrine's expression darkened, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "I do not understand it, Philtra. They were well-trained, disciplined men. But something snapped, and they turned on each other and the innocent people of the polis. They would never do something like that, invariable of my presence.">> You placed a comforting hand on his arm, your voice a low, soothing whisper. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Father, it was not just your men. Everyone in the polis briefly succumbed to chaos. They are not to be blamed for it. I hope this polis remembers this day for many cycles as to why we dont encourage the folks who are taking up arms and persecuting their own kin.">> Peregrine nodded, a hint of relief in his eyes. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Basileos has approved some expenditure. We can now recruit some troops and pay for better armor and weapons for my men. It is only a matter of time before the army is back to its full strength.">> You smiled, a glimmer of pride in your eyes. <<dialogue "Philtra" "That is wonderful news, Father. Olympia needs a strong army now more than ever.">> Peregrine then turned to leave, his voice a low, steady command. <<dialogue "Peregrine" "I need to be with my men now. They need me. Stay safe!">> You watched as he walked away, your heart heavy with the weight of the recent events. You felt a profound sense of guilt, knowing that your decisions had led to the ruin of so many lives. The motivation to face the people, to see the destruction and the pain in their eyes, was almost too much to bear. You retreated to your chamber, the solitude a welcome respite from the chaos outside. You did not speak to anyone unless it was necessary, your voice a distant whisper when you did. The weight of your actions hung heavy on your shoulders, and you found solace in the quiet, the stillness, and the absence of the world's demands. In the solitude of your chamber, for a few days you pondered alternative paths. What could you have done to avoid this? Things would have been much easier if Aphrodite allowed you to use violence, you could have put an end to the dowager queen and covered it up. Your mother and your allies did warn you that this plan needs more thought put into it, as it left a lot of gaps open for the dowager queen to exploit, which she eventually did. What could you have done differently? After a few days, you pondered the path forward. You knew that you had to find a way to make amends, to bring hope and healing to the people of Olympia. But for now, you allowed yourself the luxury of silence, the comfort of solitude, and the time to heal and to plan. [[After a few days|AP274]]

After a few days of solitude, you ventured out into the streets again, an absent-minded walk through the polis as your heart was still filled with guilt. You were surprised to see how far the rebuild had progressed, the houses were rebuilt, and the shops in the market were back up and running. The most surprising thing was how happy the people seemed to be. You heard laughter and the distant sounds of children playing, their voices a melody of joy and innocence that reminded you of your own childhood with Seraphina and Kaelen. You made your way through the streets, your eyes taking in the sights and sounds, the evidence of the polis's resilience and strength. The rebuild was by no means over, but at least the common folk were now in a better place than they were on that fateful night. You decided to check on Kaelen, your steps leading you to his estate. As you approached, you saw Kaelen and Thysa laughing and talking, their voices a comfortable murmur as they oversaw the men rebuilding the estate. You approached them, your voice a mix of concern and curiosity.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Kaelen, how are you doing?">> He turned, the sadness lingering in his gaze softened by the quiet glow of gratitude. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "I am alright. But... my father, he did not make it. He died during the attack that night.">> You apologized, your voice a low, regretful whisper. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am so sorry. I never thought that night would turn out like that.">> But Kaelen stopped you, his arms wrapping around you in a tight, comforting hug. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "No, Philtra. You have nothing to be sorry for. I am alive only because of you. You went out of your way to enter a burning building to save me. You should be proud of your actions that night.">> Thysa joined in, her words laced with gentle admiration and the warmth of deep respect. <<dialogue "Thysa" "I would have never gone into that building that night, Philtra. But you did. Fearlessly.">> You tear up, the kind words a balm to your wounded soul, a salve to the pain and guilt that had plagued you for days. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, both of you. Your words mean more to me than you know.">> You thanked them both, your voice a low, grateful whisper. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Please, reach out to me if you need anything.">> You then reminded Kaelen of the surprise gift you had for him, a glimmer of excitement in your eyes. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And Kaelen, remember, I have a surprise for you. I will reveal it at a later time. For now, focus on rebuilding your estate.">> With that, you left, your heart a little lighter, your spirit a little stronger, ready to oversee the development in the rest of the polis, your hope renewed. [[Go to the brothel|AP275]]

You made your way to Thais's brothel, the weight of the recent events still heavy on your mind. As you entered, you were met with a scene of grace and beauty. Your mother was training the workers, her movements fluid and elegant as she showcased a dance step. The workers followed her lead in sync, their movements a mirror of her own, a testament to her skill and teaching. Medaea left the women to practice and moved on to her office, the door creaking open to reveal a big table full of potions. You watched as she taught Seraphina how to make the potions as they discussed the ingredients and the alchemical processes involved. You silently observed, a glimmer of happiness in your eyes as you saw the bond between your mother and Seraphina, a bond forged in their shared love for alchemy, much like the one you and your mother had when you were young. With a swift, caring motion, Medaea drew you close, her voice nestling warmth and worry side by side, sheltering you from the memory of sorrow. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, my dear, it's been a while. Are you alright?">> You put on a happy face and lied. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am fine, Mother. Just busy with the rebuilding.">> Seraphina chimed in, her voice a mix of happiness and relief. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "Philtra, I have some news. My father is dead. He tried to hide in the brothel to avoid the chaos in the streets, but Medaea and I found him. We rescued all the workers and the customers and left him inside to die.">> You were a bit taken aback by this confession, but you felt a sense of justice, knowing that Vespasian had deserved a painful end. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I see. Well, if anyone deserved that, it was him.">> You then offered your help. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Is there anything I can do to help?">> Medaea smiled, her eyes gleaming with pride and happiness. <<dialogue "Medaea" "You are welcome to sit and enjoy a show from the women. They have been practicing.">> You declined, your voice a mix of determination and respect. <<dialogue "Philtra" "There is still work to be done, Mother. I will come back for a show at a later time.">> With that, you left, your heart a little lighter, ready to return to the palace and continue your work. [[Go back to the palace|AP276]]

You made your way back to the palace, your steps echoing in the grand corridors, the weight of the recent events still heavy on your mind. You sought out Basileos, hoping to speak with him, to understand the path forward. Approaching them, you caught sight of Myrrine with him, laughter ringing out like distant music as they spoke together, words blending in a soft, familiar undertone with those rebuilding the polis. Myrrine had her arm around Basileos, their stance a picture of unity and strength, the king of Olympia and the princess of Eryx, a sight that sent a pang of jealousy through you. You believed that it was your place to be at his side, to stand with him as he led the polis through these trying times. You pushed the feeling aside, your mind focused on more pressing matters, and made your way to the kitchen, your stomach rumbling with hunger. As you passed the dowager queen's chamber, you noticed the door was open, a sight that was both surprising and unsettling. The dowager queen never kept her door open, her privacy a fortress that she guarded fiercely. As you looked inside, your heart ached at the sight of her... alone, her gaze distant and her expression a blend of sadness and quiet surrender. You had heard rumors about Basileos's relationship with his mother being strained after that night, the events that had unfolded created a chasm between them that seemed impossible to bridge. The dowager queen had locked herself in her room, her presence a ghostly absence in the palace, a shadow of her former self. You realized then that the actual battle had been between you and the dowager queen, two powerful forces colliding in a storm of chaos. And in the end, you both had lost, your actions the catalyst for the destruction and pain that had befallen Olympia. You felt a profound sense of loneliness, a chasm of isolation that seemed to swallow you whole. Myrrine, Basileos, Thysa, Kaelen, Seraphina, and your parents had all moved on to other tasks, their contributions to the rebuild of Olympia a testament to their indomitable spirit. But you and the dowager queen were the only two who had nothing to add to Olympia's rebuild, your actions the very cause of its destruction. You attempted to self-justify, to shift the blame onto Eris, the goddess of chaos and strife, her influence a poison that had seeped into the very heart of the polis. But you knew, deep down, that the responsibility lay with you, at least partly, your choices the dominoes that had set this catastrophe in motion. You took a bowl and sat down in the hall, the silence a heavy weight, the solitude a bitter companion. <<if visited("AP182") > 0>> [[Eat some food|AP278]] <<else>> [[Eat some food|AP277]] <</if>>

You sat down and began to eat, the silence a heavy weight, the solitude a bitter companion. But as you were lost in your thoughts, you were joined by an unexpected trio: Lysara, Thrasybulos, and Eudoxos. You were shocked to see Lysara, a sight that sent a wave of relief and joy through you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Lysara, you're out of your cell! How?">> Lysara smiled, her eyes gleaming with gratitude. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Basileos has given me my freedom, Philtra. Now that the traitors are dead, and I have proven my innocence by assisting him during the attack, he saw fit to release me.">> You hugged her tightly. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am so sorry, Lysara. I should have gotten you out earlier.">> Lysara placed a comforting hand on your arm. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Philtra, I understand your predicament. Without you, I would have never gotten out at all. You have done more for me than anyone else ever has.">> Lysara then noticed your demeanor, and in an attempt to cheer you up, she turned to Eudoxos, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Eudoxos, you are looking for a woman to marry, are you not? And Philtra, you promised to get Eudoxos married, did you not?">> You agreed, a hint of a smile playing on your lips, the distraction a welcome respite from your thoughts. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, I did. And I will keep my promise.">> Eudoxos, ever the gentleman, offered you an out. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "Philtra, I am sure you are busy. You do not have to drop your important duties to help me. My marriage is not that big of a deal considering the situation.">> But you insisted, your voice steady and sure. <<dialogue "Philtra" "No, no. I will help you. I need a distraction, and this is the perfect one.">> With that, you all sat down to eat, but with the promise of a new task, a new purpose, and a glimmer of hope on the horizon. As you finished your meal with them, you stood, ready to help Eudoxos find his happiness, ready to bring a little light into the darkness that had enveloped your world. [[Help Eudoxos|AP279]]

You sat down and began to eat, the silence a heavy weight, the solitude a bitter companion. But as you were lost in your thoughts, you were joined by an unexpected duo: Thrasybulos and Eudoxos. You hugged them tightly. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am so sorry. I should have gotten to you both earlier. How are you both? No major injuries I hope.">> Thrasybulos placed a comforting hand on your arm. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Philtra, I understand your predicament. We are fine, no problem at all.">> Thrasybulos then noticed your demeanor, and in an attempt to cheer you up, she turned to Eudoxos, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Eudoxos, you are looking for a woman to marry, are you not? And Philtra, you promised to get Eudoxos married, did you not?">> You agreed, a hint of a smile playing on your lips, the distraction a welcome respite from your thoughts. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, I did. And I will keep my promise.">> Eudoxos, ever the gentleman, offered you an out. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "Philtra, I am sure you are busy. You do not have to drop your important duties to help me. My marriage is not that big of a deal considering the situation.">> But you insisted, your voice steady and sure. <<dialogue "Philtra" "No, no. I will help you. I need a distraction, and this is the perfect one.">> With that, you all sat down to eat, but with the promise of a new task, a new purpose, and a glimmer of hope on the horizon. As you finished your meal with them, you stood, ready to help Eudoxos find his happiness, ready to bring a little light into the darkness that had enveloped your world. [[Help Eudoxos|AP311]]

As your company moved forward, you posed your question to Eudoxos, the tone of your voice revealing both the hunger to know. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Eudoxos, do you already have your sights set on a woman you wish to marry?">> Eudoxos, the muscle-bound praetorian, blushed deeply, his voice a low, embarrassed murmur. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "Yes.... I do.">> Lysara, ever the eager one, leaned in, her eyes sparkling with excitement. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Who is it, Eudoxos? Tell us!">> Eudoxos hesitated, his gaze flickering between you and Lysara, before finally admitting, <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "Her name is Theoclymenus.">> You frowned, the name unfamiliar to you, but Lysara's eyes widened in recognition. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Theoclymenus? She is the head seer in the temple of Zeus.">> Lysara continued with concern. <<dialogue "Lysara" "She is an orphan and was given to Lycaon at a young age to be groomed into a seer. She is one of the best seers in all of Olympia, and she will never agree to part ways with the temple to marry Eudoxos.">> Eudoxos's head dropped, a picture of dejection, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Eudoxos, you could have gotten us an easier target. Are you in love with her, or can we look for other brides?">> Eudoxos looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of hope and determination. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "Please... give it a try before giving up.">> You agreed, your voice steady and sure. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Very well. Let's give it a try then. Don't get your hopes up.">> With that, you all made your way to the temple of Zeus, your steps echoing in the grand corridors. [[Go to the temple|AP280]]

You entered the temple, the grand structure a testament to the power and majesty of Zeus. As you made your way inside, you saw Theoclymenus waiting, her composure steady and authoritative, her eyes shining with the depth of wisdom born from countless omens and visions. You knew it was Theoclymenus, as it fit the description that Lysara gave, and she is the only one here. You approached her, your voice a mix of respect and determination. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Theoclymenus, I am Philtra, the herald of Olympia. I come to you with a proposal from Eudoxos. He wishes to....>> But Theoclymenus cut you off, her voice a low, steady command. <<dialogue "Theoclymenus" "Philtra, I know why you are here. And I will consider Eudoxos's proposal, but only if you grant me a favor in return.">> You were first shocked by her knowing your intentions, but you quickly laughed it off, your voice a mix of admiration and respect. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Of course, you are a seer, and you are told to be the best at it. It makes sense that you can predict this.">> You then asked, your voice a low, curious whisper. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What favor do you want from me in exchange for marrying Eudoxos?">> Her eyes aglow with purpose, Theoclymenus declared her terms, the quiet strength and certainty in her bearing echoing the prophets of old. <<dialogue "Theoclymenus" "I have specific stipulations that you need to agree to. If I am to marry, I will not go to bed with Eudoxos, and I will remain a virgin. And if and when the time comes, I will be allowed to go back to the temple as a seer and not be bound to Eudoxos.">> You entered the temple, the grand structure a testament to the power and majesty of Zeus. As you made your way inside, you saw Theoclymenus waiting, her composure steady and authoritative, her eyes shining with the depth of wisdom born from countless omens and visions. You knew it was Theoclymenus, as it fit the description that Lysara gave, and she is the only one here. You approached her, your voice a mix of respect and determination. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Theoclymenus, I am Philtra, the herald of Olympia. I come to you with a proposal from Eudoxos. He wishes to....>> But Theoclymenus cut you off, her voice a low, steady command. <<dialogue "Theoclymenus" "Philtra, I know why you are here. And I will consider Eudoxos's proposal, but only if you grant me a favor in return.">> You were first shocked by her knowing your intentions, but you quickly laughed it off, your voice a mix of admiration and respect. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Of course, you are a seer, and you are told to be the best at it. It makes sense that you can predict this.">> You then asked, your voice a low, curious whisper. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What favor do you want from me in exchange for marrying Eudoxos?">> Her eyes aglow with purpose, Theoclymenus declared her terms, the quiet strength and certainty in her bearing echoing the prophets of old. <<dialogue "Theoclymenus" "If I am to marry Eudoxos, I will not go to bed with him, and I will remain a virgin. And if and when the time comes, I will be allowed to go back to the temple as a seer and not be bound to him.">> Your mind spun in a tempest of doubts, questions tumbling over one another in a ceaseless storm of perplexity. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Why these stipulations, Theoclymenus? Why can't you just be a good wife to Eudoxos, like any other woman in this polis is to her husband? I want to understand why?">> With gentle deference, you suggested another path, your voice reflecting both reverence for her wisdom and a sincere appreciation for her position. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You do not have to marry Eudoxos if you do not want to. I am not here to force into a marriage, you are not interested in.">> But Theoclymenus countered, her voice a low, challenging whisper. <<dialogue "Theoclymenus" "Are you ready to break your promise to Eudoxos if I say no?">> Your hesitation was deep, thoughts and feelings a chaotic storm within as the significance of your promise to Eudoxos settled upon you like a weight you could not easily cast off.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Just because you said no, that would not mean that I failed in my promise. I will find another bride for him.">> Theoclymenus laughed, a sound that echoed in the grand temple, a mix of amusement and triumph. <<dialogue "Theoclymenus" "Eudoxos will never have anyone else in his life. I know his future.">> You found yourself in a bad spot, the web of Theoclymenus's words a tangled mess that seemed to ensnare you, to trap you in a game of wits and wills. You needed to think, to strategize, to find a way to unwind this web, to free yourself and Eudoxos from the shackles of Theoclymenus's demands. [[Ask her what she wants|AP281]]

You relented, your tone tinged with resignation but steeled by determination as you called for Eudoxos to join you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Eudoxos, come here. Theoclymenus has agreed to marry you, but she has some stipulations.">> Eudoxos entered, his eyes wide with hope and anticipation, and you laid out Theoclymenus's demands. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Theoclymenus will not go to bed with you, and she will remain a virgin. And if and when the time comes, she will be allowed to go back to the temple as a seer and not be bound to you. Are you sure you want to go ahead with this?">> You insisted, your voice a low, serious whisper. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Eudoxos, think carefully before agreeing to this proposal. Accepting her stipulations means you will not have a child of your own.">> But Eudoxos did not hesitate, his voice filled with joy. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "I agree to Theoclymenus's stipulations. I am happy that she agreed to the marriage nonetheless.">> Eudoxos went on with pride. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "What an honor it would be for the head seer to abandon the temple for me. No man will ever get that opportunity.">> You felt a pang of concern, a sense that Eudoxos's priorities were a bit shortsighted, but you resigned yourself to the fact that the heart wanted what the heart wanted. You kept your thoughts to yourself as you turned to Theoclymenus. <<dialogue "Philtra" "May I speak with Lycaon to get his approval for your exit from the temple?">> Theoclymenus smiled, a glimmer of amusement in her eyes. <<dialogue "Theoclymenus" "There will be no need for that. I knew this day would come eventually, and I have already spoken to Lycaon about this and gotten his approval.">> You were impressed, a sense of admiration washing over you as you realized how meticulous, organized, and mature Theoclymenus was, a stark contrast to the young, muscle-bound brute that Eudoxos was. Theoclymenus continued, her voice a low, steady command. <<dialogue "Theoclymenus" "And I do not want this wedding to be an expensive event. I prefer a small gathering of friends and family.">> Before you could ask any further questions, Eudoxos agreed, his voice a mix of excitement and determination. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "Agreed!">> You thanked Theoclymenus. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you for agreeing to marry Eudoxos. I will prepare the wedding ceremonies and let you know once everything is ready.">> With that, you all agreed. You left in your separate ways. [[Go with Lysara|AP282]]

As Theoclymenus returned to her duties, Eudoxos and Thrasybulos walked off to celebrate their impending nuptials, their voices a distant melody of laughter and joy. Lysara took you back to the palace, her presence a comforting anchor amidst the chaos of your thoughts and emotions. On the way back, you turned to Lysara and said. <<dialogue "Philtra" "We can hire Mother's women from the Thais's brothel for the song and dance for the ceremonies. What do you think? I mean, they are used to different kind of dances but they can be trained to do some tame ones right?">> Lysara agreed, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. <<dialogue "Lysara" "That's a wonderful idea. And we need to celebrate too. I have just the idea for it.">> You asked, your curiosity piqued, <<dialogue "Philtra" "What idea do you have in mind?">> But Lysara merely smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. <<dialogue "Lysara" "It's a surprise! You'll see.">> She rushed you back to the palace, her steps quick and purposeful, and as you entered the kitchen, she deftly took some supple ropes from the sacks of food, her movements swift and unnoticed. You followed her back to your chamber as you waited with anticipation. Once inside, you turned to Lysara, your voice a low, curious whisper. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What is the plan?">> Lysara pushed you gently in front of the mirror in your chambers, her voice a low, soothing murmur. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Look at yourself.">> She caressed you, her touch a gentle, comforting presence, her voice a low, admiring whisper. <<dialogue "Lysara" "You often forget how beautiful you are. I intend to remind you of this fact.">> She moved your red hair aside, her lips finding the back of your neck, her kisses a trail of fire, a need that you had long suppressed, and a desire that you had long denied. You surrendered to the sensation, to Lysara's touches, your body responding to her, the weight of your duties and responsibilities a distant memory, a shadow that seemed to fade away with each of Lysara's caresses. Lysara, seeing you loosen up, slowly began to undress you, her movements a dance of seduction, her touch a promise of pleasure. You were hesitant at first, a flicker of uncertainty in your eyes, but as Lysara continued to kiss you, you relented, your body a willing participant in the dance of passion. As you stood naked before the mirror, Lysara admired your body, her eyes filled with hunger. <<dialogue "Lysara" "This body needs to be worshipped. Not bogged down by courtly duties.">>She pushed you gently onto the bed, and as she undressed herself and took out the ropes that she got, you understood her intentions, ready to forget the world and its demands. As Lysara approached you with the ropes, you felt a surge of daring, a sense of power that seemed to course through your veins. You could surrender to Lysara and allow her to tie you up with the ropes. Or you could take control, seize the ropes from Lysara, and tie her up to make her your willing captive. [[Be tied up by Lysara|AP283]] [[Tie up Lysara instead|AP284]]

Lysara deftly tied you to the bed, your arms and legs spread wide, the ropes biting into your flesh. You loved being so exposed, so at her mercy. She began to knead your breasts, her hands firm and demanding, her touch one of worship. She bit your nipples playfully, her teeth a sharp contrast to the softness of her lips, a sensation that sent waves of both pleasure and pain coursing through you. She observed your breasts, her eyes wide with admiration, squeezing them, her palm barely able to encompass their fullness. <<dialogue "Lysara" "You have got such big beautiful breasts, it is bigger than my palm.">> She laughs, giving your breasts some playful squeezes that make you giggle too. You started to moan, but Lysara quickly picked up a cloth nearby and stuffed it into your mouth, stifling your sounds. She worshipped your body in a way that only a woman could, her lips and tongue exploring every inch of your flesh, her fingers delving into your most intimate places, her assault a symphony of pleasure and need. But she avoided your quim, her touch a teasing, tantalizing dance, a promise of pleasure that seemed just out of reach. You grew eager, your hips thrusting, your body begging for release, an aching void that seemed to consume you. Lysara made you wait for a while. But eventually, she moved to your quim, her fingers and tongue working their magic. You came, your body convulsing, your moans stifled by the cloth in your mouth, your pleasure a wave that seemed to crash over you again and again. She then moved to a new position, her quim rubbing against yours, a symphony of ecstasy and bliss. You wished you were not tied up, your body aching to move, to claim your pleasure, to take what you wanted. As you both neared your end, the door creaked open, and Basileos entered, his eyes wide with shock and surprise. Lysara, with a playful, intentional movement, pulled away from you, giving Basileos a good view of your naked, tied-up body, a sight that seemed to leave him speechless and uncertain. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I... I am sorry. I will meet you later, Philtra.">> He excused himself, his steps quick and hurried, his face a picture of confusion and embarrassment. All of this happened in a flash, a moment of shock and surprise, a private moment invaded, a secret exposed. You mumbled to Lysara. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Remove the ropes, Lysara.">> But she did not. She continued where she left off, her body rubbing against yours. Eventually, you both came. You wanted this just as much as she did. Basileos can wait. Lysara then removed the ropes and the cloth from your mouth, her touch a gentle, soothing caress. You both lie on the bed, your bodies slick with sweat, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. [[Moving on to more important things|AP285]]

You deftly tied Lysara to the bed, her arms and legs spread wide, the ropes biting into her flesh. You can tell she loved being so exposed, so at your mercy. You began to knead her breasts, your hands firm and demanding, your touch a mix of worship and possession. You bit her nipples playfully, your teeth a sharp contrast to the softness of your lips, a sensation that sent waves of pleasure and pain coursing through her. You observed her breasts, your eyes wide with admiration, squeezing them, your palm barely able to encompass their fullness. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You have got such beautiful breasts, look how quickly they react to my touch. My breasts are bigger though.">> She started to moan, but you stuffed a cloth into her mouth, stifling her sounds. You worshipped her body in a way that only a woman could, your touch a dance of seduction and desire, your lips and tongue exploring every inch of her flesh, your fingers delving into her most intimate places. But you avoided her quim, your touch a teasing, tantalizing dance, a promise of pleasure that seemed just out of reach. She grew eager, her hips thrusting, her body begging for release from an aching void that seemed to consume her. You made her wait for a while. But eventually, you moved to her quim, your fingers and tongue in a dance of pleasure. She came, her body convulsing, her moans stifled by the cloth in her mouth, her pleasure a wave that seemed to crash over her again and again. You then moved to a new position, your quim rubbing against hers. She struggled against the ropes, clearly wishing she was not tied up, her body aching to move, to claim her pleasure, to take what she wanted. As you both neared your end, the door creaked open, and Basileos entered, his eyes wide with shock and surprise. You, with a playful, intentional movement, pulled away from Lysara, giving Basileos a good view of her naked, tied-up body, a sight that seemed to leave him speechless and uncertain. You walked up to Basileos, your body naked and unashamed, your eyes gleaming with mischief. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos, can I help you with something?">> You gave him a knowing smile, your voice had an intentional seductive curve to it. Basileos blushed, his face a picture of confusion and embarrassment, and he stammered to get his words out of his mouth. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I... I will talk to you at a later time, Philtra.">> With that, he left, his steps quick and hurried, a private moment invaded, a secret exposed. Lysara laughed through the piece of cloth in her mouth and asked for more, not being ashamed by what just happened, almost like she wanted this to happen. You obliged. You continued where you left off, your body rubbing against hers. Eventually, you both came. You wanted this just as much as she did. Basileos can wait. You then removed the ropes and the cloth from her mouth, your touch a gentle, soothing caress. You both lie on the bed, your bodies slick with sweat, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. [[Moving on to more important things|AP285]]

You dressed with care, each movement deliberate and graceful. As you leaned in to kiss Lysara, your lips met hers in a tender, lingering moment. Pulling away, you whispered, <<dialogue "Philtra" "We should go to Thais's brothel to hire my mother's women for the wedding cermonies.">> Lysara's arms wrapped around you, holding you close as you began to step back. Her voice was soft, almost hesitant. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Philtra, will you treat me with this kind of love in front of others, or will we just be friends?">> The question caught you off guard, and you sat down next to her, your mind racing. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Lysara, in any polis, a woman marrying another is unheard of. Women are expected to marry men, to bear children, to extend family lines, and to secure the future of the polis. Those who don't adhere to these norms face scorn.">> Lysara's eyes searched yours, seeking an answer you weren't ready to give. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Is that what you want for us? For me to marry someone else, and for you to do the same?">> You avoided her gaze, your words lacking their usual weight. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It doesn't matter what I want, Lysara. I am in a prominent position in this court, my age is also a contributing factor in the likelihood of my marriage. We don't choose our husbands. We marry for the benefit of the polis and the kingdom.">> Seeing the sadness in Lysara's eyes, you quickly stood and pulled her up, your touch playful, hoping to veer away from this topic. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Come! Let's go to the brothel. We have much to do.">> You dressed her with efficiency, your movements quick and sure, your mind already focused on the tasks ahead. [[Go to the brothel|AP286]]

You and Lysara made your way to the brothel, the bustling energy of the place a stark contrast to the heavy thoughts that weighed on your minds. As you entered, you were greeted by Seraphina and your mother. You turned to your mother and said. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mother, Eudoxos is getting married to the head seer in the temple of Zeus, Theoclymenus.">> Medaea's eyes widened in surprise as she took on an inquisitive tone. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Theoclymenus? How did you manage to convince her to marry Eudoxos? Seers never abandon their posts, and they are known for their fervent loyalty to the temple.">> You admitted. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I did not convince her. She had already expected the visit and made arrangements for her exit.">> You continued with concern in your voice. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And she had specific stipulations too. She wants to remain a virgin even after marriage, never go to Eudoxos's bed, and have the option to return to the temple if and when the time comes.">> Medaea's expression darkened, a flicker of skepticism in her eyes. <<dialogue "Medaea" "These stipulations are concerning. Are you sure Eudoxos agreed to all of this?">> You nodded. <<dialogue "Philtra" "He is in love with her. He agreed to her rules. He did not have to think twice.">> But Medaea was not convinced. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Something does not seem right. I do not trust her. The seer are not known for their benevolence. I do not believe she is doing this out of love or pity. She is planning something else.">> You agreed, a hint of skepticism in your eyes, but Seraphina and Lysara interrupted to infuse some joy into the conversation. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "You two are worrying too much! If the bride and groom agree, what else is needed? We should be excited about the wedding! Not question their motives and agendas.">> Medaea relented, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. <<dialogue "Medaea" "You are right... Maybe we are digging too much into this. I will have the women in my stage prepare for the wedding ceremonies.">> You thanked her, your voice a mix of gratitude and determination. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The marriage will happen in just a few days. Please be ready for it.">> With that, you and Lysara left. [[Go back to the palace|AP287]]

As you and Lysara made your way back to the palace, you recounted the guest list with anxiety not to get it wrong. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Lysara, I hope I have not invited too many people to the wedding. Theoclymenus has specific requests about maintaining a low profile for this wedding.">> You ticked off the names on your fingers, your voice a low, steady murmur. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I have invited Basileos, Myrrine, Mother, you, Seraphina, Eudoxos's parents, and Thrasybulos, his wife, and his kids too. I am not counting the performers in the ceremony as invited guests of the groom.">> Lysara nodded with assurance. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Everything looks set for the marriage. Rest easy, You have done well.">> A few days passed in a flurry of preparations, and the day of the wedding arrived. You all wore your finest and most luxurious clothes, and you all made your way to the temple. The temple would serve as Theoclymenus's home for the purpose of the rituals, and since she was an orphan, Lycaon would stand in as her father figure. Everyone seemed ready for the ceremony, their faces a mix of anticipation and excitement. But as you looked around, you noticed something amiss. There seemed to be little to no effort from the temple to send off Theoclymenus, as there usually is from the bride's friends and family. The priests and priestesses continued with their usual work, their faces impassive, their movements mechanical, a stark contrast to the joy and celebration that should have marked such an occasion. You felt a pang of concern, a sense of unease that seemed to settle in the pit of your stomach. But as you looked at Eudoxos, you saw that he was ever eager, his face a picture of joy and anticipation, seemingly unmindful of the lack of hospitality from the temple. Lycaon completed his formalities with a stone face, his voice a low, monotone murmur, and his eyes devoid of any emotion or warmth. You exchanged a concerned glance with Medaea, a silent communication that spoke volumes of your shared unease and worry. But Medaea, ever the one to lift spirits, chose to change the mood. She signaled to her women, and they began to sing in chorus, their voices a melodious symphony that filled the air, creating an ambience of joy and celebration. The veiled bride arrived, ready to be taken to Eudoxos's home, her presence a beacon of hope and new beginnings. [[Complete the formalities|AP288]]

The veiled bride was escorted through the streets of Olympia, a procession that should have been filled with joy and celebration. Medaea took the reins, she is a force to be reckoned with, her women dancing and singing, their voices a melodious symphony that echoed through the streets, a spectacle that drew the eyes and hearts of all who witnessed it. As you walked, you noticed something that sent a chill down your spine. No one in the temple had even looked at Theoclymenus longingly, as if they would miss her. The concern that had been building inside you grew, a sense of unease that seemed to gnaw at the edges of your mind, a whisper of doubt that seemed to echo in the depths of your soul. But you quickly pried yourself away from those negative thoughts, you willed yourself to find the resolve. You focused on enjoying this moment, on savoring the joy and celebration that surrounded you, on losing yourself in the dance of pleasure and desire, the symphony of ecstasy and bliss. The songs and dance continued, a celebration of the union of two souls. Eventually, you reached Eudoxos's home. And as you entered, you saw that everyone seemed so happy, their faces a picture of joy and relief, their eyes wide with wonder and delight as they took in the lavish spread of food and wine that you had arranged, a feast fit for kings and gods, a celebration of the couple's union. The formalities of the marriage were concluded quickly. And as the attendants of this wedding turned their attention to the good part... the food, the wine, the hearty laughs with friends and family, the concern that had been gnawing at the edges of your mind seemed to fade away, a distant memory in the face of the joy and celebration that enveloped you. But as you looked around, you noticed something that sent a pang of concern through you. Theoclymenus, the bride herself, seemed unable to wait for this to be over, her face a picture of impatience and discomfort, her eyes a window into the depths of her unease. You choose to act as if you had not noticed that for the sake of their union. [[Mingle with the guests|AP289]]

You decided to mingle with the guests, your steps light and your spirit lifted by the joy and celebration that surrounded you. Your first stop was with Eudoxos's parents, Eirene and Damophon, their faces a picture of happiness, their eyes gleaming with pride. Eirene pulled you into a tight, comforting hug, with gratitude in her voice. <<dialogue "Eirene" "Philtra, It is wonderful to finally meet you in person, my son has told me so much about you. Thank you for arranging this union. We are overjoyed. And soon, we will have grandkids to dote on!">> And there it was again, as soon as you forgot about Theoclymenus's demands and started to enjoy the feast, it pulled you back in again. You realized that Eudoxos had hidden the truth about Theoclymenus's stipulations from his parents, and revealing it now would surely create a scene, a ruckus that would shatter the joy that enveloped the celebration. So, you played along, your voice a mix of excitement and anticipation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, Eirene. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance too. May the couple have a joyous future ahead of them.">> This is the best you could come up with so as to avoid talking about grandkids, which will never happen. But you quickly removed yourself from that conversation, your steps hurried, eager to avoid continuing to lie to them. You moved on to other guests, your eyes scanning the crowd. Your next encounter was with Thrasybulos's wife, Damaris, and their two children, Kimon and Tryphaina. Damaris introduced herself with a warm smile. <<dialogue "Damaris" "Philtra, it is an honor to meet you. These are my children, Kimon and Tryphaina.">> The children stood still only long enough to greet you, their eyes wide with excitement, their bodies a bundle of energy and enthusiasm. As soon as the introductions were done, they took off, running around chasing each other, their laughter echoing through the house and patio, a melody of joy and innocence of youth. Damaris watched them with pride. <<dialogue "Damaris" "In a few full moons, I am planning on getting Kimon educated.">> You interrupted. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I will fund both their education, Damaris. And I urge you to privately educate Tryphaina too.">> Damaris hesitated. <<dialogue "Damaris" "Thank you for your generous offer, but I cannot take that decision. It lies with my husband.">> You leaned in with a smirk. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Speak with him about this. Tell him that I insisted on this. He is unlikely to disagree with my decision.">> Damaris thanked you, her voice a low, grateful whisper, and took her leave, her steps quick and purposeful. <<if visited("AP182") > 0>> As all of this unfolded, you and Lysara exchanged loving glances, your eyes meeting in a dance of desire and affection. You could not wait to get some more time alone with Lysara again.<</if>> <<if visited("AP182") > 0>> [[Speak with Lysara|AP290]] <<else>> [[Mingle with the guests|AP316]] <</if>>

As you made your way through the crowd, your eyes scanning for Lysara, Basileos intervened, his presence a commanding force that seemed to draw you in. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, may I have a word with you? Let us take a walk.">> You agreed, your steps falling into sync with his as you both took a glass of wine that he offered while he was nursing a drink of his own, the liquid a warm, comforting presence in your hands. As you walked, you noticed Lysara, her face clearly displaying her disappointment as she knew you were approaching her before going off with the king, she turned away from you and walked in the opposite direction just to display the depth of betrayal she felt. You felt hurt by this, but you cannot snub a king to go talk to someone else. You focused on the conversation at hand. Basileos began. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, I have been meaning to speak with you for quite a while now, but I have not been able to catch you at a good time.">> You blushed, a rush of heat coursing through your veins. You thought back to the time Basileos had interrupted you and Lysara in an unfortunate moment of intimacy. You quickly made up an excuse as you stammered to finish the sentence. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Oh yes... that, yes, well.... I have been quite busy with the preparations for the wedding, is all. Not that this wedding is more important than you, mind you. It's just that I made a promise... and I was so focused on this... So... anyway, What did you want to talk about?">> Basileos's expression darkened, a flicker of seriousness in his eyes. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I wanted to talk about the night that chaos took over our polis.">> Your mood plummeted, a sense of dread and unease settling in the pit of your stomach. You had been desperately trying to mentally overcome your failure on that night, to push the memories and emotions to the back of your mind, and to lose yourself in other things. You began to instinctively apologize, by this point you were ready to admit defeat, but Basileos interrupted, his words were sharp. <<dialogue "Basileos" "No no... You mistook my intentions in bringing up this matter, this is not about you. I am not bringing this up again to hurt you. I want to tell you about the findings I have made on and after that night, as they are crucial to plan for our next moves.">> His words lifted the burden of your failure and allowed your mind to absorb the information Basileos is about to give you. [[Continue the conversation with Basileos|AP291]]

Basileos continued. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Everything changed for me that night. There were a few attackers inside the palace, and I do not know how they got there. I figured out that those attackers were actually looking for you. I was going over to meet you in your chambers too, and that is where I ran into them. But since you were not in your chambers and they were confronted by me, even though they were armed to the teeth, they were hesitant to attack me. They had the superior numbers and could have easily killed me if they wanted to, but they chose not to attack but to look for a way out.">> You felt the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. Basileos continued. <<dialogue "Basileos" "The fight actually broke out when Thrasybulos and Eudoxos flanked the attackers and forced them into combat, the attackers' hesitation led to their demise. But I will come back to this. What happened after, when you came in urging everyone to go to the main gate? that is what I want to talk about.">>He gave a long pause, his expression a picture of sorrow. You braced yourself for what is to come. Basileos continued, his eyes a window into the depths of his pain. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Whoever was on that stone platform was not my mother. It was someone else. I could not recognize her. My mother has her flaws. She was never evil. She endured a lot of humiliation and manipulation from other men to secure my position as the king. She loves and misses Sparta, her birthplace, she had a lot of freedom there, but it's not the case here, and thus she has a disdain for Olympia. I get that, but what she did that night goes beyond disdain and generic hatred. She crossed a line. I finally realized that I and my mother want different things. I want to secure Olympia's prosperous future, whereas she wants to secure its utter destruction. Even though I have the means and evidence to take action on her, I will not be arresting or punishing her yet, as the main battle is yet to come. I want her to be free and make another attempt to destroy Olympia and for me to spoil her plans, making her realize I have outgrown her and I no longer need her.">> He paused for a long time again, bringing up his courage to utter the next words. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Whatever is discussed today must stay between us. Tell me I can trust you with this information.">> You assured him. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Of course, Basileos. You have my word.">> Basileos continued with a sigh of relief. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I have been hearing voices in my sleep, and I believe this to be a voice of a god.">> You quickly interrupted, your voice filled with curiosity. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Which one? Which god's voice are you hearing?">> Basileos's face lit up with a mix of happiness and relief. <<dialogue "Basileos" "So... you believe me? You don't think I am a madman?">> You reassured him again. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I believe you. The gods work in mysterious ways, and they all have their own agenda. You are the king of Olympia, the gods choosing to communicate with you is quite possible.">> Basileos did not go into the exact details of what the voice told him. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I now know what I need to do to secure Olympia's future and my own.">> You tried to divert him, as a thought hit you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The voice might very well be your father from the afterlife, giving you some guidance at a crucial time in your life.">> Basileos believed you, his mind contemplating your interpretation. <<dialogue "Basileos" "It is an interesting theory. I will come to know more in the upcoming days.">> You asked. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What is the plan, Basileos?">> Basileos's expression darkened, a flicker of seriousness in his eyes. <<dialogue "Basileos" "There will be no war on Olympia. The walls and the gate are safe from any attack thanks to your work in getting us the alliances and rooting out the traitors in the court. But there will be an attack from inside the walls. Mnemonides is not going to turn and walk away, he will muster at least a few men to his cause and use his connections from within to infiltrate and make a surprise attack. And when that happens, I will be ready for it, and none of the attackers will be left alive at the end of that day. If we succeed, no foreign or internal elements will dare to threaten Olympia for a long while.">> You asked curiously. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Did the voice tell you all this?">> He admitted, his voice a low, mysterious murmur. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Yes... it did. At least parts of it, I joined the dots on the rest. I am certain that we will not be able to stop this attack from ever happening. We can only prepare for when this attack will eventually happen. I intend to use myself as the bait to lure this attack. This way, we can ensure that we are prepared and put an end to this once and for all.">> You asked. <<dialogue "Philtra" "How do you intend to kill Mnemonides, Basileos? He is said to be immortal.">> Basileos looked clueless. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I was worried about that too. But the voice told me that a confrontation between us will never happen. No information about Mnemonides being part of the attack at all, or maybe he will be kept busy by somebody else. Killing an immortal being is not a good problem to have.">> You thought deeply, your mind racing with possibilities. You settled on a conclusion. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The only one capable of such a feat is my father. No one else could possibly stand a chance. He has a long-standing hatred against him, but even so, I am not entirely sure how that will even happen. Maybe multiple men just gang up on him and take him down, I guess? What do you intend to do with your mother after all of this is over?">> Basileos hesitated with uncertainty. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I am not sure yet. I am hoping that if we thwart this attack, my mother will come back to her senses and change her ways.">> You decide now is the time to disclose his mother's secret, you could not share this with him up until now due to his unshakable trust in his mother. Now that it is gone and he is weary of his mother, revealing this info now will be beneficial for both him and you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "This is as good a time as any to tell you, I guess. Your mother has the discordant apple, and she is being manipulated by Eris, the god of chaos.">> Basileos did not seem surprised but rather contemplative. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I suspected as much. Not about any gods being involved, but I suspected some external force manipulating her. If I'm being honest, I am tempted to let my mother keep the thing and still thwart her plan anyway, to show my dominance. That will be a defeat that will break her ambitions to destroy Olympia.">> You urged him. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Do not be overconfident and arrogant. That was my mistake when I planned to outsmart your mother with my own plans, and it backfired on me at the cost of innocent lives. Yes, the traitors are dead now, but at what cost? I took the lesson of not underestimating the influence of a god. Heed my words on this matter, as I learnt my lesson the hard way. We must separate that artifact from your mother's grasp. We mortals cannot hope to overcome the gods, but what we can do is isolate them from their mortal vassals, making it easier to achieve our goal.">> Basileos reluctantly agreed, his voice a low, resigned murmur. <<dialogue "Basileos" "You are right. The lives of the people of Olympia are at stake, and thus I will do as you suggested and take away the apple from my mother. Not sure how that confrontation will play out.">> [[Conclude the conversation with Basileos|AP292]]

Basileos turned to you with curiosity. <<dialogue "Basileos" "What do you want to do after this attack is seen through?">> You hesitated. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am not sure, really. My parents and friends are now in a good place, this would give me some freedom to choose what I want to do. My only focus is seeing through this war. And what about you? What do you have in mind for yourself in the future?">> Basileos's expression softened, a flicker of determination in his eyes. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I want to get married and have many children, securing Olympia's future.">> You agreed but unable to hide your concern. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It's a great thought. If something were to happen to you... well, having an heir is very important.">> He leaned in closer, his voice a low, intense murmur. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I have had a lot of time to think about this. And I want you to be the mother to my children.">> Before you could react, he pulled you in by your hips and kissed you, surprising you, a rush of heat coursing through your veins. You stammered, your voice a low, uncertain whisper, but Basileos stopped you with another kiss, this one more tender and calming. He pulled away. <<dialogue "Basileos" "You still have time to think about this. We can revisit this conversation once all of this is over.">> Without another word, he walked away, his steps purposeful and confident, leaving you standing there, lost in thought. <<if visited("AP182") > 0>> As you stood there, lost in the depths of your thoughts, Lysara approached you, her face displaying the betrayal she felt. <<dialogue "Lysara" "You got the king himself.... Well played. I told you my true desires, I expect you to return that favor now. Choose. Do you intend to be with Basileos, or do you want to be with me? I am not ready to love you in secret forever.">> You thought deeply. You did like Lysara, and she did help you get over the events of that night and brought you out of your closet. Lysara had already expressed her desire to walk away from Olympia to live a simple life. Is that what you want for yourself? On the other hand, the prospect of being Olympia's queen and starting a family with Basileos is not one you can just throw away, and you are not sure how and if Basileos will take no for an answer. <<else>> You quickly thought ahead to the life you could end up having here in Olympia as the queen surrounded by friends and family and possibly even some kids running around playing. After all that you have been through, you are not sure if you even deserve that good life. You quickly threw all that speculation aside to focus on the task at hand, the priority being to see through this impending attack. <</if>> <<if visited("AP182") > 0>> [[Choose Lysara|AP293]] [[Choose Basileos|AP294]] <<else>> [[Go back and mingle with the rest of the guest|AP295]] <</if>>

You looked to Lysara, speaking her name with a tenderness that revealed the depth of your love. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am ready to forgo being a queen to be with you. These few weeks I spent with you have taught me some important lessons, one of them being to never let go of people like you. You brought me out of my chambers and taught me to love myself again.">> Joy lighting her features, Lysara pulled you into a kiss brimming with fire and tenderness, her lips igniting dreams of a future radiant with devotion and delight. <<dialogue "Lysara" "We can leave now. Let's start our new life together. We can visit Olympia if you ever feel homesick.">> You pulled away gently. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I can't, Lysara. I need to see through the upcoming attack. I made a promise to see this through. Once that is done, I will be ready to leave with you and live a peaceful life elsewhere.">> Lysara’s eyes sparkled with deep understanding as a smile played at her lips. When she spoke, her voice trembled with a bright, eager excitement laced with unwavering resolve. <<dialogue "Lysara" "I am fine with that. I will go out and look for other poleis that we can travel to. I will start planning for this, and I will get back to you once a good plan is ready.">> With that, Lysara left with a spring in her step. You are looking forward to her plan too. You are not sure if Aphrodite will accept your decision to leave Olympia and travel with Lysara, but for now, you choose to follow your heart, which is solely with Lysara. [[Go back and mingle with the rest of the guest|AP295]]

You turned to Lysara, your voice a mix of regret and determination. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Lysara... I really like you, but you have to understand that we will never be able to get married or have children. I intend to have children and start a family, and with Basileos proposing to me, it has set my path clearly.">> Lysara’s eyes glistened with the silent story of heartbreak, the weight of lost love and acceptance shimmering in every glance. Her reply came as a soft, resigned murmur, shaped by grief and fading hope. <<dialogue "Lysara" "I understand, Philtra. You do not love me the same way that I love you. I wish you had chosen me. I intend to stick to my original plan of travelling and leading a simple life outside Olympia. I will be moving out of Olympia after tonight and I am going to look for my peaceful life elsewhere.">> You hugged each other tightly, a moment of shared understanding and mutual respect. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Lysara, I am sorry it had to come to this. I apologize if I misled you, as that was not my intention. I wish you all the best on your journey. May the gods guide and protect you.">> <<dialogue "Lysara" "And may they guide and protect you too. Take care.">> With that, Lysara left. As she walks away, you wonder if you made the right decision in letting her go after all that she has done for you. But you are sure Aphrodite would have wanted you to stay in Olympia and bring forth the era of prosperity. [[Go back and mingle with the rest of the guest|AP295]]

You returned to the gathering, your steps light and your spirit lifted by the joy and celebration that surrounded you. The feast was in full swing, the air filled with the aroma of delicious food and the sound of lively music, a dance of pleasure and ecstasy, a symphony of bliss and contentment. Even though the wedding had started off a bit flat, the atmosphere had shifted, and now everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, their faces a picture of joy and anticipation, their eyes wide with wonder and delight as they took in the lavish spread of food and wine. As the night wore on, the wedding ceremonies finally came to an end, and the guests began to leave, their steps heavy with the weight of the day's festivities. On your way back, your mind raced with thoughts of your conversation with Basileos. You understood that you needed to start planning and preparing for the attack, that it could happen at any moment, and that the dowager queen could be desperate enough to take drastic measures to assure its success. You thought about the steps you had already taken, a mental checklist of your preparations: closing that mountain pass, having the women in the brothel working for you, and having the thieves' guild allied with you. The dowager queen was now alone, her power waning, her influence fading, her partnership with Eris will soon come to an end once Basileos takes away the discordant apple. But you were not sure how to proceed further, how to get more information out of the dowager queen. You can't just confront her, she will have no reason to confess to anything. You still need to spy on her, but how? And what do you even expect to find by spying on her further? You went to sleep uneasily, hoping that the next day would bring some answers, some clarity, and some resolution to the doubts and concerns that plagued your mind. [[The next day|AP296]]

The next day, you sought out Basileos, your movements quick and purposeful, your mind still looking for the answers from last night. You found him in his chambers, his expression a mix of determination and curiosity. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos, were you able to take away the discordant apple from your mother?">> Basileos nodded. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I went and looked for it in her chambers when she was not there, without her knowledge, of course. In her cupboard, there was a small pile of sand. I am assuming that is where the discordant apple was. Maybe once Eris figured out the artifact was discovered, it turned into sand, to make sure no one else is able to learn any further information from that artifact.">> You listened intently, your senses heightened. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I did not take the sand away and just left it there, hoping that it would be the last time we hear of that artifact.">> You thanked him. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you for the information. I am still not entirely sure that we are completely in the clear here. Let me try and figure something out to get that confirmation.">> But as you turned to leave, you left with relief but were still not satisfied to just leave it at that. You were not sure that the artifact had completely gone away from the dowager queen. You moved on from Basileos, still looking for a spark that would give you an idea on how to proceed from here. As you walked through the palace, you noticed Myrrine hosting a few merchants and artisans from other poleis, showing them around the palace and introducing them to Olympia and its glory. You understood that these traveling merchants and artisans setting up shop here or starting tutelage here would strengthen Olympia's economy and its social standing among other poleis. Myrrine noticed you, she quickly approached you with excitement and invited you to meet the travelers.<<dialogue "Myrrine" "Philtra, come meet these merchants and artisans. They have traveled far and wide to be here.">> You approached, ready to engage with the new arrivals, your mind already racing with the potential benefits and opportunities they could bring to Olympia. [[Meet the merchants and artisans|AP297]]

You welcomed all the merchants and artisans, and you conveyed your gratitude for the diverse talents and crafts they brought to Olympia. Among them, one artisan caught your eye... a middle-aged, lean man with a sinewy build. You excused yourself from the group and pulled him aside, allowing Myrrine to continue her conversation with the others. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Welcome to Olympia, noble sir. I am Philtra, the herald of Olympia. It is a pleasure to make your acquintance.">> The man offered a warm smile and a gentle bow. <<dialogue "Pygmalion" "I am Pygmalion, a sculptor from Cyprus. It is an honor to meet you, Philtra.">> Intrigued, you asked, <<dialogue "Philtra" "What brings you to Olympia, Pygmalion? And what kind of work do you do?">> Pygmalion's eyes sparkled with pride as he spoke. <<dialogue "Pygmalion" "I am known for my ability to sculpt the likeness of anyone with exacting detail. I have even sculpted my own wife.">> You raised an eyebrow, surprised. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am sorry, I think I misunderstood. You are married to a statue?">> Pygmalion chuckled softly. <<dialogue "Pygmalion" "Staute? Yes, but not for long, though. An oracle directed me to come to Olympia and offer my services. She said that if I service this polis to the best of my abilities, Aphrodite will grant my wife life, and that is why I am here.">> You felt a surge of excitement, realizing the potential in his words. <<dialogue "Philtra" "That is remarkable. I commend the depth of your love, to go to any length to have her as your wife. I understand. I have a friend who also fell in love with an unattainable woman and ultimately, did get married to her, somehow...">> Pygmalion nodded, a hint of mystery in his eyes. <<dialogue "Pygmalion" "If the love is pure, the gods themselves will pave the way for the union. I am confident in my success. So... I am here to assist in any way I can. Where do I begin?">> You quickly began to formulate a plan, your mind racing with possibilities. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Pygmalion, your skills could be invaluable. I have an idea that might help us gain an advantage. Would you be willing to work with me on a special project?">> Pygmalion's expression turned serious. <<dialogue "Pygmalion" "Of course, my lady. I am at your service.">> A knowing smile played at your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Well then, please join Myrrine and enjoy Olympia's hospitality I will get back to you with my plan.">> He smiled and nodded and joined the others. With a plan taking shape in your mind, you felt a renewed sense of determination, ready to use Pygmalion's artistry and your own cunning to uncover the secrets that the dowager queen held so closely. [[Plan with your mother|AP298]]

You gathered your mother and your trusted companions, Thysa and Lyssa, and met them in the guildhall. The air was thick with anticipation as you shared your plan. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I have a plan. I met a man named Pygmalion and was ordained to get a boon to turn his statue wife into a living being in exchange for services rendered to Olympia. Clearly, he was sent by Aphrodite to me for a reason. We will commission Pygmalion to create statues of Basileos and his parents. This will serve as a cover for our true intentions.">> Medaea listened intently, her eyes narrowing as she considered the implications. <<dialogue "Medaea" "And what is the real purpose behind these statues?">> You leaned in closer, your voice a low whisper. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The real work will be on the many nameless, faceless statues. He will be commissioned to sculpt many identical and lower-quality and obscure ones and a handpicked amount of high-quality, closest-to-real-life-likeness-type statues too. One of these low-quality statues will be placed on the balcony of the dowager queen's palace. We will convince her that it needs to be there for aesthetic purposes.">> Thysa and Lyssa exchanged glances, understanding the gravity of your plan. <<dialogue "Thysa" "And what happens after that?">> You continued, your voice steady and determined. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Later in the night, Pygmalion will create a special statue. It will be made of a different material, and inside it, I will be encased. There will be holes for air for breathing and a thin eye to allow me to see through the statue.">> Lyssa's eyes widened in surprise. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "You plan to spy on the dowager queen... from within the statue?">> You nodded, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Sort of... yes... Once the dowager queen is asleep, the real statue will be replaced by the fake one with me inside. I will gather information, and after enough time you will knock on the door and distract the dowager queen and take her out of her chambers. Thysa and Lyssa, you or your members will replace me back with the real one.">> Lyssa asked, her voice filled with concern. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "Philtra, what do you aim to gain by taking such a risk? Isn't Queen's Circle already demolished? What is there to gain from seeing that lonely woman in her chambers?">> You met her gaze, your expression serious. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am sure the dowager queen is planning something, and I want to confirm if the discordant apple is really gone. Basileos said it turned to sand, but I find it hard to believe, it can't be that simple. If the plan is a success, then the artifact is truly gone, if not, it is still in play.">> Medea thought for a moment, her brow furrowed in thought. <<dialogue "Medaea" "This is risky, but desperate times call for desperate measures. The attack is ever closer, and we need to act. I agree to the plan. The only condition I would set is that we have our people in the adjacent chambers to the queen's so that if something goes wrong, they can quickly burst in and save you.">> With that, you all nodded in agreement, ready to put your plan into motion, knowing that the fate of Olympia rested on your shoulders. <<set $warTimeline = 2>> [[Go back to Pygmalion|AP299]]

The next day, back in the palace, you commissioned Pygmalion to create a series of statues. You specifically requested that he sculpt likenesses of the king, his late father Kyrathos, and the dowager queen. Pygmalion listened intently. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Pygmalion, I need you to create statues of the king, his late father Kyrathos, and the dowager queen. These statues will be placed front and center for everyone to see and admire. I also need you to make many more statues that line up the gardens and the chambers of the members of the court.">> Pygmalion nodded, his voice steady and confident. <<dialogue "Pygmalion" "I understand. I will ensure that each statue captures their likeness with precision. The others statues can also be done given enough time.">> After a few days, Pygmalion delivered the statues as promised. You began to strategically place the statues in various parts of the palace, ensuring that they were prominently displayed. One statue, in particular, was placed on the balcony of the dowager queen's chambers. To your surprise, the dowager queen did not seem bothered by the presence of the statues, her attention focused on other matters. A couple of days later, you approached Pygmalion again with a special request. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Pygmalion, I have a unique project for you. I need you to encase me inside a statue.">> Pygmalion's eyes widened in horror. <<dialogue "Pygmalion" "Are you asking me to end your life? I will not commit that crime.">> You quickly clarified. <<dialogue "Philtra" "No, no. I need to be able to see and breathe inside the statue. Only for a short while, is that something that you can do?">> Pygmalion, being a smart and perceptive man, understood the purpose of your request without needing further explanation. He nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. <<dialogue "Pygmalion" "I see. I have just the material for this task.">> He brought out a newly molded special clay, his eyes sparkling with pride. <<dialogue "Pygmalion" "This clay will allow you to breathe and see to an extent. However, you should know that this encasement will only last for a few hours at best. The heat from your body will create sweat, and the moisture will slowly disintegrate the clay if you stay inside for too long.">> You listened intently, understanding the limitations of your plan. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Pygmalion. I will keep that in mind.">> With the plan set in motion, you felt a renewed sense of determination, ready to test your plan. [[Proceed with the plan|AP300]]

You ensured that you were well-fed and rested, preparing yourself for the mission ahead. With a deep breath, you approached Pygmalion, your companions... your mother, Myrrine, Thysa, and Lyssa... standing by your side, their presence a source of strength and support. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Pygmalion, we are ready to proceed with the plan.">> Pygmalion nodded, his expression serious and focused. <<dialogue "Pygmalion" "Very well. Please undress so that I can begin applying the clay to your body.">> You complied, shedding your clothes with a sense of purpose. Pygmalion guided you into a seductive stance, mirroring the poses of the other statues. You assumed the position, your body a canvas ready for his artistry. Pygmalion worked with precision and care, his touches professional yet gentle. You found yourself enjoying the sensation of the clay against your skin, the coolness a stark contrast to the warmth of your body. Soon, the process was complete, and Pygmalion stepped back, his eyes critical as he examined his work. <<dialogue "Pygmalion" "Once you stay in the sunlight for some time, the clay will harden. However, be cautious. If anyone touches it and looks closely, they will be able to determine that the statue is a fake. Plan accordingly.">> Medaea thanked Pygmalion, her voice filled with gratitude. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Thank you, Pygmalion. You have done well. You may go now.">> Pygmalion bowed and took his leave, his steps quick and purposeful. Thysa and Lyssa sprang into action, their men carefully picking you up and placing you on the dowager queen's balcony, replacing the current statue with your likeness. The queen was outside, and the room was empty, providing the perfect opportunity for the exchange. As you waited there, encased in clay, you felt a mix of anticipation and trepidation. You were now a silent observer, waiting for the dowager queen to return and reveal her secrets. The sun beat down on you, its warmth a comforting presence as the clay began to harden, sealing you in your new form. [[Proceed with the plan|AP301]]

As the night deepened, the dowager queen entered her chambers, her steps echoing in the silence as she locked the doors behind her. You watched curiously, your heart pounding with anticipation, hoping that the queen would reveal something crucial. But the dowager queen seemed restless, pacing back and forth, her mind clearly troubled by something unseen. Your hope began to wane, a sense of doubt creeping in as you wondered if this entire endeavor was a waste of time and effort. Just as you were about to lose hope, a sound caught your attention, a movement behind you. You strained to listen, your senses heightened, but you couldn't turn to see the source of the noise. Your heart raced as you realized someone was there, standing right next to your statue. To your shock, it was Mnemonides himself, his presence a chilling revelation. He greeted the dowager queen, Klytemnaestra, with a kiss, their familiarity a stark contrast to the tension that hung in the air. Mnemonides laughed. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "I miss the old days, when I used to sneak into your chambers without being caught by Kyrathos. That fool never knew about us, he died a fool too.">> You were stunned, your mind racing with questions. How had Mnemonides made it past the guards and the spies set up by Thysa and Lyssa? His presence inside the palace was a grave threat, and you knew that getting caught by him would be a literal death sentence. No one in the adjacent room would be fast enough to help you if you were discovered. You tried to calm yourself, fearing that your rising panic would cause you to sweat and the moisture would disintegrate the clay. The situation was dire, and you knew you had to remain still and silent, hoping that your presence would go unnoticed. [[See the plan through to the end|AP302]]

Klytemnaestra's voice was filled with relief and joy as she spoke to Mnemonides. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Mnemonides, I am so happy to see you, it's been so long. At least I still have you. I am not on great terms with my son, and I am not sure that he will abandon Olympia to go to Sparta with me.">> Mnemonides listened, his expression serious. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "His distrust is understandable. You overplayed your hand that night, Klytemnaestra. That is why you lost the relationship you had with your son. You should have heeded my advice not to trust the gods.">> Klytemnaestra's eyes filled with sadness, and she nodded in agreement. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "You are right... I am fool to have ever trusted Eris, because she abandoned me at the end of that night, even though I did everything that she asked of me.">> Angrily, she walked up to the cupboard and opened it, revealing a pile of dust. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Look, The golden artifact has turned to dust and is useless now.">> Mnemonides bragged, his voice filled with arrogance. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "I do not need any gods, neither do you. I used Ares to gain immortality, and I am now not beholden to him, despite this gift. That is what you should have done too, taken what you wanted and not be beholden to a god.">> Klytemnaestra, fed up with his arrogance, countered sharply. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "You are not really an immortal, remember? Yes, poisons and weapons will not kill you, and you will not die of old age either, but there are other ways someone could still kill you.">> Mnemonides laughed, a sound that sent a chill down your spine. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "What other methods are there? please give me some guesses.">>Klytemnaestra's expression turned thoughtful. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I do not know how, but Ares is not dumb. He will not just give you immortality without leaving a small chink in your armor that can be exploited.">> Mnemonides scoffed, his voice dismissive. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Ares won't be interested in killing me or having someone else kill me either. His interests lie elsewhere.">> You listened intently, your mind racing with the implications of their conversation. What else could kill Mnemonides if not for weapons, poisons, or even old age? The question hung heavy in the air, a mystery that you knew you had to unravel if you were to truly understand the threat he posed. [[See what other information you can get from this conversation|AP303]]

Mnemonides continued, his voice a low, confident murmur. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "The madman Tiberius agreed to the plan. He will meet your son tomorrow to invite him to the arena.">> Klytemnaestra nodded, her concern lies elsewhere. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "And the boat for my son and me? Is it ready to take us to Sparta?">> Mnemonides assured her, his voice steady and sure. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "A boat will await you on the shores of Olympia. Once you are both on board, it will take you to Sparta.">> He paused, his eyes narrowing as he considered the next step. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "How do you plan to convince your son to join you?">> Klytemnaestra's expression turned thoughtful, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I will deal with that when the day comes.">> As their conversation unfolded, you could feel the clay beginning to melt, your sweat slowly disintegrating the encasement. The tension in the room was palpable, and you knew that a knock on the door was imminent. Right on cue, a servant loyal to you, sent by Thysa and Lyssa, knocked on the dowager queen's door, attempting to take her away so that your statue could be replaced by the real one. As soon as they heard the knock, Mnemonides bolted and hid near you, unaware that you were encased within the statue. You could feel the clay in front of your eyes starting to melt, your vision becoming clearer with each passing moment. The dowager queen attempted to shoo the servant away, but the servant was persistent, convincing her to leave the chambers and rush elsewhere, leaving the door open. Thysa and Lyssa entered the room, ready to take you away, but they were unaware of Mnemonides' presence. You used your eyes to indicate that someone was hiding near you. Lyssa was the first to notice, and she stopped Thysa from moving further, just in time to avoid a confrontation. Lyssa understood your actions and quickly left the chambers with Thysa, slamming the door shut to signal that the person hiding could come out. Mnemonides, thankfully still unaware that you were inside the statue, quickly made his way out of the room via the balcony, just as he had entered. A couple of minutes later, Thysa and Lyssa re-entered the chamber. You gave them the all-clear, and they quickly picked you up, replacing you with the real statue. They took you to the next room and poured buckets of water on you, washing away the clay and freeing you from your encasement. [[Discuss this with Basileos and the others tomorrow|AP304]]

The next day, early in the morning, you gathered everyone who had been involved in the events leading up to this point in your chambers. Your parents, Basileos, Seraphina, Kaelen, Myrrine, Thysa, Lyssa, Thrasybulos, and Eudoxos, were all present, their expressions a mix of determination and anticipation. You began, your voice confident. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I spied on the queen last night, and I can confirm that Mnemonides and some of his men have already infiltrated the city. They are gearing up for an attack. Yesterday, He was literally inside the palace itself.">> A concerned murmur of concern rippled through the room, but you continued. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The evil gods that guided them so far have abandoned them, and they do not have any other external support. This gives us an advantage.">> The rest of the crowd seemed relieved to hear this. You paused, your eyes scanning the room as you shared the next piece of crucial information. <<dialogue "Philtra" "A man named Tiberius, the owner of Ludus Aitherios, is siding with Mnemonides. He is planning an ambush and is expected to arrive here today to invite everyone to the next event in the colosseum, where the attack is expected to happen.">> You turned to Kaelen, your voice urgent. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Kaelen, I need you to use your knowledge of the gladiators there and help plan the defense against them. Work with my father, to set up a perimeter and start preparing to counter them in combat.">> Basileos interrupted, his voice filled with a strategic confidence. <<dialogue "Basileos" "We should let this ambush happen. We need to pretend like we have no idea about the ambush so that they commit to it with everything they have. In one day, every traitor can be killed, and this conflict will be put to an end.">> He turned to Peregrine, his expression serious. <<dialogue "Basileos" "At no point should they suspect that we know about the attack. Have only a handful of guards in armor and dress the rest of the army men in civilian clothes. Have them ready to ambush the ambushers.">> Basileos then addressed the rest of the group, his voice a low, commanding murmur. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Everyone, keep your eyes and ears open to make sure everything goes as per our plan.">> With that, everyone nodded in agreement, a sense of purpose and determination filling the room. You all dispersed, each person moving to their respective tasks, united in your common goal to protect Olympia and bring an end to the threat that loomed over your city. [[Discuss with Basileos separately|AP305]]

You met with Basileos separately, your expression serious as you shared the information you had gathered. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos, your mother has a plan to take you to Sparta. There will be a ship waiting for you both on the shores of Olympia during the night of the attack.">> Basileos listened, his brow furrowing in thought. <<dialogue "Basileos" "How do you know this?">> You explained, your voice steady and sure. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I overheard her conversation with Mnemonides. She is determined to leave Olympia and take you with her.">> Basileos waved a hand dismissively. <<dialogue "Basileos" "She will not harm me. She is not a threat. Now that she is no longer in contact with that artifact, she can be easily subdued.">> You insisted, your voice filled with concern. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos... you are taking this too lightly. You need to take the threat of your mother more seriously. Your love for her, while understandable, is blindsiding you in this matter.">> Basileos dismissed your concern, his expression unyielding. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I appreciate your worry, but I know my mother. She will not interfere with our plans. Her goal is only with me. Everything else needs to happen as planned. End of discussion!">> You relented, hoping that his confidence was not misplaced. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Very well. I hope for both our sake that you can see sense at least when the time comes.">> With that, you left the matter, a sense of unease settling in the pit of your stomach as you wondered if Basileos's underestimation of his mother's threat would come back to haunt you both. Later in the day, Tiberius, the owner of Ludus Aitherios, arrived at the palace, his steps confident and his smile wide. He was there to personally invite the king to the colosseum for the next showing, his voice filled with a false sense of camaraderie. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Your Majesty, it is an honor to invite you to the next grand event at the colosseum. We have prepared a spectacle that you will not want to miss.">> Basileos, playing his part to perfection, accepted the invitation with a gracious nod. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Thank you, Tiberius. We will be there.">> Tiberius, still oblivious to the real plan, left the palace, his mind already racing with thoughts of the upcoming ambush and the benefits he hoped to gain from it. He was unaware that his ludus would soon have a new owner, one who genuinely loved and respected the gladiator fights. You watched him go, a sense of satisfaction washing over you. You spoke to Myrrine, who was standing next to you.<<dialogue "Philtra" "His ludus will probably soon have a new owner in Kaelen, who genuinely loves and respects the gladiator fights. Ludus Aitherios will be lucky to have him as the owner.">> With Tiberius's departure, the stage was set for the final act. [[Prepare for the attack|AP306]]

The day of the main event had arrived, and you were filled with a sense of anxiety that gnawed at the edges of your mind. You had spent the night before tossing and turning, your sleep plagued by the weight of the upcoming confrontation and the stress that came with it. Aphrodite's earlier warning not to use violence echoed in your thoughts, a constant reminder of the delicate balance you had to maintain. You found yourself wondering how to kill Mnemonides, your mind racing with the knowledge that no weapons or poisons could hurt him. What else could be used against him? The question hung heavy in your thoughts, a mystery that you knew you had to unravel if you were to truly protect Olympia and those you cared about. <<if visited("AP293") > 0>> Just as you were lost in your thoughts, Lysara returned from her search, her eyes shining with a mix of excitement and relief. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Philtra, I have found a place where we can be legally married and have a life among society. It is known to be a paradise for women, and that is where we will be traveling once all of this is over.">> You listened intently, a sense of hope beginning to bloom within you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "That sounds wonderful, Lysara. We can discuss this further once all of this is over. Also, maybe take some rest for today and don't come to the arena. I am not sure how that will pan out.">> She laughed and said, <<dialogue "Lysara" "You don't have to protect me, we have been working towards this for how long now? I am not going to be missing this.">> With a nod, you both turned your attention back to the task at hand, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, united in your determination to see this through and build a future together, free from the shadows of the past. <<else>> You quickly checked on Kaelen and your father, as their training drills seem to be going well. Kaelen seems to know a lot about the combat in the sands. Kaelen says how the gladiators are showmen and tend to be flashy, and to counter them, the fighters need to be effective with their actions to maximize their advantage. <</if>> [[Go to the colosseum|AP307]]

You and your companions made your way to the colosseum, your steps purposeful and your expressions determined. You were all dressed in more practical clothes rather than the luxurious attire typically worn for such events, knowing full well what was about to unfold. The air was thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that seemed to hang heavy over the crowd. The event began as usual, with the king, the dowager queen, and Tiberius seated prominently in the podium, their presence a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play. You and your companions were seated in the nearby seats, close to the podium, their eyes scanning the crowd with a keen awareness of the impending danger. You could see the trained men, dressed in civilian clothes, mingling with the rest of the crowd. They were ready to spring into action at a moment's notice, their presence a silent promise of protection and retaliation. Your gaze then fell upon the fighters for the day, including those from other ludus, who were strategically placed beneath the podium. The setup was clear: they were waiting for the right moment to strike. You steeled yourself, your mind a whirlwind of thoughts and strategies. You waited for the attack to go off, your senses heightened and your body coiled, ready to react. Aphrodite's warning echoed in your mind, a constant reminder to avoid violence unless absolutely necessary. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for whatever might come, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead with a calm and collected demeanor, determined to see this through to the end. The tension in the colosseum was palpable, a thick, almost tangible force that seemed to press down on everyone present. Despite the outward calm and composure, you could feel the nervous energy coursing through the veins of your companions, a mirror of your own heightened senses. The gladiator fights that followed were lackluster, failing to hold anyone's attention for long, a mere distraction from the impending storm. Suddenly, one of the gladiators, who had been waiting for Tiberius's signal, hurled a javelin at the king. Basileos, anticipating the move, dodged it with a swift and graceful motion, his reflexes honed by years of training and preparation. The crowd gasped, the realization of what was unfolding dawning on them like a dark cloud. Chaos erupted as the rest of the trained men began their attack, their movements coordinated and precise. Some of the crowd stampeded towards the exit points, their faces a mix of fear and desperation. At the exits, Mnemonides's men and Peregrine's men clashed, vying for control. Peregrine's men, though outnumbering their opponents, were stretched thin, trying to both defend the crowd and attack the men at the exits. The attackers' goal was to stall the attacks long enough for the mob to create chaos in the stampede, a tactic that seemed to be working as the colosseum descended into pandemonium. You quickly made your way up to the highest point in the stands, your vantage point offering a clear view of the unfolding battle. From your perch, you could direct your companions, your voice a steady and commanding presence amidst the chaos. Your eyes scanned the crowd, taking in the sight of Tiberius and Basileos locked in a fierce duel. Despite his advanced age, Tiberius held his own against Basileos, his skills as a former gladiator evident in every parry and strike. It was clear that Basileos was gaining the upper hand, but the fight was far from over. Your gaze then fell upon Mnemonides, who was making his way towards Basileos with a determined stride. Peregrine, having spotted Mnemonides, was fighting his way through the crowd, his every movement fueled by a fierce protectiveness. You knew that Peregrine would stop at nothing to ensure that Mnemonides did not reach Basileos, his loyalty and skill a formidable barrier against the impending threat. Peregrine eventually caught up to Mnemonides, and they engaged in a fierce duel, their blades clashing with a resounding ring that echoed through the colosseum. You watched from afar, your heart pounding as you took in the sight of Basileos dealing with his mother, who had been nagging him from the side, urging him to stop fighting and leave with her. Basileos, however, seemed undeterred, his focus solely on the battle at hand. With a final, decisive strike, Basileos defeated Tiberius, impaling him with his sword and ending his life. Just as Basileos turned to face the next threat, you saw the dowager queen approach him from behind, her movements swift and silent. You shouted towards Myrrine, your voice a desperate plea, but it was too late. The dowager queen took out a small dagger, no longer than a small finger, and plunged it into Basileos's side. You recognized the color of the dagger, understanding that it was poisoned. The dowager queen's intent was clear: she did not want her son dead, but unconscious, so that he could be transported to Sparta with her. Basileos began to stagger, his footing unsteady as the poison took effect. Myrrine, reacting with lightning speed, pounced on the dowager queen, wrestling the dagger from her grasp. You quickly turned to your mother, Medaea, and asked her to assist Peregrine in his fight against Mnemonides, knowing that every second counted. As you made your way down to Basileos, you could see that many attackers were starting to surround him, their eyes gleaming with malice and the promise of violence. You braced yourself, determined to help Basileos to safety amidst the chaos and turmoil of the colosseum. As you made your way down to Basileos, he saw you and, with a voice strained by pain, asked you to leave and get to a safe place. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, go! Get to a safe place!">> You insisted, your voice filled with determination. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm not leaving you here. We're getting you to safety together.">> Just as you were about to help him, Basileos spotted his mother approaching Myrrine, who lay on the ground after their tussle. With a swift movement, Basileos pushed his mother aside, his strength seemingly undiminished by the poison. You quickly looked around for a weapon to save Myrrine, your heart racing with urgency. Basileos turned to his mother, his voice a low, commanding growl. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Enough is enough, Mother. Stop this now. Give up. This is your last chance.">> You checked on Myrrine, ensuring she was alive, before turning your attention back to the unfolding drama. The dowager queen, however, did not heed her son's warnings. With a sudden, violent movement, she grabbed you by your hair and pushed you down the stairs, sending you tumbling onto the sands of the arena. You took quite the tumble, your body aching from the impact. You tested your arms and legs, finding them sore, and you felt a sharp pain at the back of your head. Your vision began to spin, and everything started to become cloudy. Through the haze, you could vaguely make out Basileos, his face contorted with anger as he pointed his sword to the sky. Suddenly, the sky responded with a deafening crack of thunder and a blinding flash of lightning. Multiple lightning strikes hit the velarium of the Colosseum, the stretchable awning designed to shade and protect spectators from the sun and rain during events. The velarium caught fire, and pieces of burnt cloth and wood rained down onto the sand, adding to the chaos and confusion. You wondered if Basileos had somehow called upon the thunder, his anger and desperation manifesting in a display of elemental fury. The chaos subsided slowly as Peregrine's men secured the exits, providing safe passage to the crowd. Those who remained joined the fight against the attackers, their resolve strengthened by the turn of events. As the dust settled, you found yourself amidst the aftermath, your body aching and your mind reeling from the intensity of the battle. You knew that the fight was far from over, but for now, you took a moment to catch your breath, grateful to be alive amidst the turmoil. Through your blurry vision, you saw Basileos plunge an axe into his mother's chest with a fierce, final strike. He then chucked her body from the podium onto the sands below, a brutal and decisive end to their conflict. Basileos himself jumped down onto the sands, surrounded by attackers, his face a mask of rage. Despite being outnumbered, he seemed to be overwhelming them with his fury, his every movement fueled by an intense, almost supernatural strength. Your gaze then fell upon Mnemonides and Peregrine, locked in a stalemate, neither able to gain the upper hand. Mnemonides, realizing the situation, called his men to him, outnumbering Peregrine and creating an opening for himself. With a swift movement, he removed himself from the duel and approached you, his intent to kill you clear in his eyes. You saw your mother, Medaea, channeling her energy to help Peregrine, who was now outnumbered and surrounded by attackers. You attempted to get up and run, but your body refused to cooperate, the effects of your fall still lingering. As Mnemonides approached, Thrasybulos and Eudoxos stepped in, attacking him valiantly. However, they were no match for an immortal who could not be hurt by weapons. Mnemonides killed them both, first Eudoxos, and then Thrasybulos, their bodies falling to the sand with a sickening thud. <<if visited("AP293") > 0>> Lysara then rushed in, attempting to carry you to safety, but she too fell victim to Mnemonides' blade, stabbed through the back as she tried to protect you.<</if>> Your heart sank as you watched your friends fall, the weight of their sacrifice pressing down on you. You were ready to accept your fate, to give up your life if it meant ending this nightmare. Mnemonides stood over you, his hands reaching for your neck, ready to end your life. Just as his fingers tightened around your throat, a burning cloth from the velarium fell on both of you. You felt Mnemonides flinch as the fire touched his back, his grip on your neck loosening. In that moment, an idea struck you, a way to kill him that involved neither a weapon nor poison. Remembering your mother's teachings, you concentrated all your energy into a single, powerful attack. You drew in all the fire you could, the inferno raging within you, and unleashed it on Mnemonides from beneath him. The fire was so fierce that it stopped everyone who was fighting, their eyes drawn to the spectacle. Your fire reached beyond the top of the velarium, a beacon of your anger and power, visible to everyone in Olympia. Mnemonides was engulfed in the flames, his body traveling upward with the inferno. When the fire finally subsided, only his ashes fell to the ground, a testament to the power of your attack. You slowly stood up, your backside covered in the sands of the arena and the front covered in Mnemonides' ashes, a grim display of the battle you had just won. The fighting ceased as all the attackers witnessed your attack, knowing they did not stand a chance. You heard Basileos' command, his voice ringing out clear and strong: <<dialogue "Basileos" "Kneel... or be knelt.">> The attackers all knelt, their weapons falling to the sand, and that was the end of the events of that day. The colosseum fell silent, the only sound the crackling of the dying embers and the distant murmur of the crowd, a testament to the power and determination that had prevailed. [[The aftermath|AP308]]

Medaea rushed to your side, her hands gentle yet efficient as she tended to your wounds, her voice a soothing murmur of reassurance. <<dialogue "Medaea" "You're going to be alright, Philtra. Just focus on breathing.">> You looked back to find Basileos at his mother's side, grief and quiet surrender reflected in every line of his face. The weight of his actions seemed to press down on him, a silent acknowledgment of the choices he had made and the consequences that followed. The next day, after everyone had rested, you asked for a report on the dead and injured. To your relief, you learned that thankfully, there were not many casualties, and those who were injured were being treated and nursed back to health. The reconstruction of the velarium was already underway, a testament to the resilience and determination of Olympia. <<if visited("AP293") > 0>> You prepared for the funeral of Thrasybulos, Eudoxos, and Lysara, your heart heavy with the weight of their sacrifice. <<else>> You prepared for the funeral of Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, your heart heavy with the weight of their sacrifice. <</if>> As you stood there, Theoclymenus approached you, her expression devoid of remorse. <<dialogue "Theoclymenus" "My duty to Eudoxos is now over, Philtra. I will be returning to the temple starting tomorrow.">> You felt a surge of anger at her callous words, but you quickly realized that displaying your anger would dishonor Eudoxos' memory. With a deep breath, you let it go, allowing Theoclymenus to complete her part in the funeral. Thrasybulos's wife, Damaris, approached you, her eyes filled with tears. <<dialogue "Damaris" "I do not want to live a life without my husband. I would have thrown myself into the pyre if not for my two kids who need me.">> You hugged her tightly, your voice filled with empathy and determination. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Olympia has lost two of its most loyal and honorable Praetorians today. Damaris, I will take you in and give you a place in the palace to attend to me. Your kids will also get the best training and education in the palace itself. On behalf of Thrasybulos, I will take care of your family.">> Damaris bowed in reverence, accepting her role beside you, her gratitude a palpable force between you. Your thoughts turned to Myrrine, who was still recovering from her injuries and unable to attend the funeral. You silently thanked the thieving guild, who had taken their dead and injured back to their base and were preparing for their own funeral. Their involvement had tipped the balance in the fight, and their work often went underappreciated. Basileos is also preparing for his mother's funeral, which will happen at a later time. As the funeral pyres burned, you knew your place was with Olympia, and you felt a new motivation to understand your lineage. Not everyone could do what you had done against Mnemonides, and you knew you had important conversations ahead with both your mother and Basileos. But for now, you focused on mourning and respecting the dead, honoring their memory and the sacrifices they had made. [[Up Next!|Placeholder for the future updates]] Imp dev note: Game saves might get broken in the next update due to the expected changes in the variables affecting the start of the game.

As the king's men meticulously secure the gold aboard the ship, you and the others are escorted back to the palace in separate carts. Basileos ensures that the treasures are accompanied by guards in one cart, while the rest of you are ushered into another. The dowager queen begins to speak. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "What happened to Lysara? Why is she not accompanying you back?">> You respond. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Lysara was needed back in Lydia. The new king, Croesus, asked for Lysara to stay back and help him in the administration tasks and I agreed to honor the alliance that we got out of this.">> You give a glance to Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, who also look uneasy about the dowager queen. You know you have to put them to use soon. The dowager queen will not be happy to just lose Lysara just like that and will want payback. Your mind is racing with what needs to happen next. You need some rest, and sooner rather than later, you need to begin dismantling whatever Lysara setup earlier and then make the changes necessary to have those resources work for you moving forward. You have to do all that while handling the dowager queen's interruption. As you waited for a while longer, the palace came into view. Basileos asked you to go to your chambers and rest for the day. You did just that, as you really needed that rest after that long travel. You went to bed hoping you would have the energy to get started on your quest by tomorrow. [[The next day|AP310]]

The next day, you spoke with your mother, her voice low and serious as she shared her findings. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, I've been doing some digging regarding the spy network here in Olympia while you were gone. I've figured out that there are two main components to it. One is Thais, the manager of the brothel where the women are trained to spy. The other is Eamon, Kaelen's father and the leader of the merchant guild, covering for the dowager queen. We need to remove and replace both of them to establish our own spy network.">> You took in the information, your mind racing with the implications. With a nod, you thanked Medaea for her diligence and made your way to the common bathplace, seeking a moment of respite and clarity. As you relaxed in the bath, you were suddenly attacked by a few assailants, their movements swift and silent. Just as you were about to defend yourself, Thrasybulos and Eudoxos intervened, their skills honed by years of training and experience. They dispatched the attackers with efficiency, ensuring that no real damage was done to you. You thanked them both, your voice filled with gratitude. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Thrasybulos and Eudoxos. I owe you my life.">> They exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Medaea foresaw this coming. She asked us to take turns and watch you from afar for your safety.">> You thanked them again, their protection a comforting presence in the chaos of your life. With a newfound motivation and a clear sense of what needed to be done, you made your way back to your chambers, ready to think further and plan your next moves. The weight of your responsibilities pressed down on you, but you faced it with determination, knowing that the future of Olympia rested in your hands. [[Retire to your room to rest|AP204]]

As your company moved forward, you posed your question to Eudoxos, the tone of your voice revealing both the hunger to know. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Eudoxos, do you already have your sights set on a woman you wish to marry?">> Eudoxos, the muscle-bound praetorian, blushed deeply, his voice a low, embarrassed murmur. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "Yes.... I do.">> Thrasybulos, ever the eager one, leaned in, her eyes sparkling with excitement. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Who is it, Eudoxos? Tell us!">> Eudoxos hesitated, his gaze flickering between you and Thrasybulos, before finally admitting, <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "Her name is Theoclymenus.">> You frowned, the name unfamiliar to you, but Thrasybulos's eyes widened in recognition. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Theoclymenus? She is the head seer in the temple of Zeus.">> Thrasybulos continued with concern. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "She is an orphan and was given to Lycaon at a young age to be groomed into a seer. She is one of the best seers in all of Olympia, and she will never agree to part ways with the temple to marry Eudoxos.">> Eudoxos's head dropped, a picture of dejection, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Eudoxos, you could have gotten us an easier target. Are you in love with her, or can we look for other brides?">> Eudoxos looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of hope and determination. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "Please... give it a try before giving up.">> You agreed, your voice steady and sure. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Very well. Let's give it a try then. Don't get your hopes up.">> With that, you all made your way to the temple of Zeus, your steps echoing in the grand corridors. [[Go to the temple|AP312]]

You entered the temple, the grand structure a testament to the power and majesty of Zeus. As you made your way inside, you saw Theoclymenus waiting, her composure steady and authoritative, her eyes shining with the depth of wisdom born from countless omens and visions. You knew it was Theoclymenus, as it fit the description that Thrasybulos gave, and she is the only one here. You approached her, your voice a mix of respect and determination. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Theoclymenus, I am Philtra, the herald of Olympia. I come to you with a proposal from Eudoxos. He wishes to....>> But Theoclymenus cut you off, her voice a low, steady command. <<dialogue "Theoclymenus" "Philtra, I know why you are here. And I will consider Eudoxos's proposal, but only if you grant me a favor in return.">> You were first shocked by her knowing your intentions, but you quickly laughed it off, your voice a mix of admiration and respect. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Of course, you are a seer, and you are told to be the best at it. It makes sense that you can predict this.">> You then asked, your voice a low, curious whisper. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What favor do you want from me in exchange for marrying Eudoxos?">> Her eyes aglow with purpose, Theoclymenus declared her terms, the quiet strength and certainty in her bearing echoing the prophets of old. <<dialogue "Theoclymenus" "I have specific stipulations that you need to agree to. If I am to marry, I will not go to bed with Eudoxos, and I will remain a virgin. And if and when the time comes, I will be allowed to go back to the temple as a seer and not be bound to Eudoxos.">> You entered the temple, the grand structure a testament to the power and majesty of Zeus. As you made your way inside, you saw Theoclymenus waiting, her composure steady and authoritative, her eyes shining with the depth of wisdom born from countless omens and visions. You knew it was Theoclymenus, as it fit the description that Thrasybulos gave, and she is the only one here. You approached her, your voice a mix of respect and determination. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Theoclymenus, I am Philtra, the herald of Olympia. I come to you with a proposal from Eudoxos. He wishes to....>> But Theoclymenus cut you off, her voice a low, steady command. <<dialogue "Theoclymenus" "Philtra, I know why you are here. And I will consider Eudoxos's proposal, but only if you grant me a favor in return.">> You were first shocked by her knowing your intentions, but you quickly laughed it off, your voice a mix of admiration and respect. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Of course, you are a seer, and you are told to be the best at it. It makes sense that you can predict this.">> You then asked, your voice a low, curious whisper. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What favor do you want from me in exchange for marrying Eudoxos?">> Her eyes aglow with purpose, Theoclymenus declared her terms, the quiet strength and certainty in her bearing echoing the prophets of old. <<dialogue "Theoclymenus" "If I am to marry Eudoxos, I will not go to bed with him, and I will remain a virgin. And if and when the time comes, I will be allowed to go back to the temple as a seer and not be bound to him.">> Your mind spun in a tempest of doubts, questions tumbling over one another in a ceaseless storm of perplexity. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Why these stipulations, Theoclymenus? Why can't you just be a good wife to Eudoxos, like any other woman in this polis is to her husband? I want to understand why?">> With gentle deference, you suggested another path, your voice reflecting both reverence for her wisdom and a sincere appreciation for her position. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You do not have to marry Eudoxos if you do not want to. I am not here to force into a marriage, you are not interested in.">> But Theoclymenus countered, her voice a low, challenging whisper. <<dialogue "Theoclymenus" "Are you ready to break your promise to Eudoxos if I say no?">> Your hesitation was deep, thoughts and feelings a chaotic storm within as the significance of your promise to Eudoxos settled upon you like a weight you could not easily cast off.<<dialogue "Philtra" "Just because you said no, that would not mean that I failed in my promise. I will find another bride for him.">> Theoclymenus laughed, a sound that echoed in the grand temple, a mix of amusement and triumph. <<dialogue "Theoclymenus" "Eudoxos will never have anyone else in his life. I know his future.">> You found yourself in a bad spot, the web of Theoclymenus's words a tangled mess that seemed to ensnare you, to trap you in a game of wits and wills. You needed to think, to strategize, to find a way to unwind this web, to free yourself and Eudoxos from the shackles of Theoclymenus's demands. [[Ask her what she wants|AP313]]

You and Thrasybulos decided to go back to the brothel to hire your mother's women to perform in the wedding ceremonies while Eudoxos made his way back to his parents to inform them of the good news. You both made your way to the brothel, the bustling energy of the place a stark contrast to the heavy thoughts that weighed on your minds. As you entered, you were greeted by Seraphina and your mother. You turned to your mother and said. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mother, Eudoxos is getting married to the head seer in the temple of Zeus, Theoclymenus.">> Medaea's eyes widened in surprise as she took on an inquisitive tone. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Theoclymenus? How did you manage to convince her to marry Eudoxos? Seers never abandon their posts, and they are known for their fervent loyalty to the temple.">> You admitted. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I did not convince her. She had already expected the visit and made arrangements for her exit.">> You continued with concern in your voice. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And she had specific stipulations too. She wants to remain a virgin even after marriage, never go to Eudoxos's bed, and have the option to return to the temple if and when the time comes.">> Medaea's expression darkened, a flicker of skepticism in her eyes. <<dialogue "Medaea" "These stipulations are concerning. Are you sure Eudoxos agreed to all of this?">> You nodded. <<dialogue "Philtra" "He is in love with her. He agreed to her rules. He did not have to think twice.">> But Medaea was not convinced. <<dialogue "Medaea" "Something does not seem right. I do not trust her. The seer are not known for their benevolence. I do not believe she is doing this out of love or pity. She is planning something else.">> You agreed, a hint of skepticism in your eyes, but Seraphina and Thrasybulos interrupted to infuse some joy into the conversation. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "You two are worrying too much! If the bride and groom agree, what else is needed? We should be excited about the wedding! Not question their motives and agendas.">> Medaea relented, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. <<dialogue "Medaea" "You are right... Maybe we are digging too much into this. I will have the women in my stage prepare for the wedding ceremonies.">> You thanked her, your voice a mix of gratitude and determination. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The marriage will happen in just a few days. Please be ready for it.">> With that, you and Thrasybulos left. [[Go back to the palace|AP315]]

As you and Thrasybulos made your way back to the palace, you recounted the guest list with anxiety not to get it wrong. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thrasybulos, I hope I have not invited too many people to the wedding. Theoclymenus has specific requests about maintaining a low profile for this wedding.">> You ticked off the names on your fingers, your voice a low, steady murmur. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I have invited Basileos, Myrrine, Mother, Seraphina, Eudoxos's parents, and you, your wife, and your kids too. I am not counting the performers in the ceremony as invited guests of the groom.">> Thrasybulos nodded with assurance. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Everything looks set for the marriage. Rest easy, You have done well.">> A few days passed in a flurry of preparations, and the day of the wedding arrived. You all wore your finest and most luxurious clothes, and you all made your way to the temple. The temple would serve as Theoclymenus's home for the purpose of the rituals, and since she was an orphan, Lycaon would stand in as her father figure. Everyone seemed ready for the ceremony, their faces a mix of anticipation and excitement. But as you looked around, you noticed something amiss. There seemed to be little to no effort from the temple to send off Theoclymenus, as there usually is from the bride's friends and family. The priests and priestesses continued with their usual work, their faces impassive, their movements mechanical, a stark contrast to the joy and celebration that should have marked such an occasion. You felt a pang of concern, a sense of unease that seemed to settle in the pit of your stomach. But as you looked at Eudoxos, you saw that he was ever eager, his face a picture of joy and anticipation, seemingly unmindful of the lack of hospitality from the temple. Lycaon completed his formalities with a stone face, his voice a low, monotone murmur, and his eyes devoid of any emotion or warmth. You exchanged a concerned glance with Medaea, a silent communication that spoke volumes of your shared unease and worry. But Medaea, ever the one to lift spirits, chose to change the mood. She signaled to her women, and they began to sing in chorus, their voices a melodious symphony that filled the air, creating an ambience of joy and celebration. The veiled bride arrived, ready to be taken to Eudoxos's home, her presence a beacon of hope and new beginnings. [[Complete the formalities|AP288]]

As you made your way through the crowd, your eyes scanning for other guests, Basileos intervened, his presence a commanding force that seemed to draw you in. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, may I have a word with you? Let us take a walk.">> You agreed, your steps falling into sync with his as you both took a glass of wine that he offered while he was nursing a drink of his own, the liquid a warm, comforting presence in your hands. You focused on the conversation at hand. Basileos began. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, I have been meaning to speak with you for quite a while now, but I have not been able to catch you at a good time.">> You quickly made up an excuse as you stammered to finish the sentence. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Oh yes... that, yes, well.... I have been quite busy with the preparations for the wedding, is all. Not that this wedding is more important than you, mind you. It's just that I made a promise... and I was so focused on this... So... anyway, What did you want to talk about?">> Basileos's expression darkened, a flicker of seriousness in his eyes. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I wanted to talk about the night that chaos took over our polis.">> Your mood plummeted, a sense of dread and unease settling in the pit of your stomach. You had been desperately trying to mentally overcome your failure on that night, to push the memories and emotions to the back of your mind, and to lose yourself in other things. You began to instinctively apologize, by this point you were ready to admit defeat, but Basileos interrupted, his words were sharp. <<dialogue "Basileos" "No no... You mistook my intentions in bringing up this matter, this is not about you. I am not bringing this up again to hurt you. I want to tell you about the findings I have made on and after that night, as they are crucial to plan for our next moves.">> His words lifted the burden of your failure and allowed your mind to absorb the information Basileos is about to give you. [[Continue the conversation with Basileos|AP291]]

The next day, Tiberius summoned you, his voice authoritative. He informed you that the upcoming event had been hastily planned, and since Priscus was still recovering, you would be the main attraction from his ludus. Your heart raced with dread, knowing that your skills would be put to the test once again. As you stood there, Servilia Prima entered the room, her presence commanding and her eyes gleaming with a cruel, calculating light. She turned to Tiberius, her voice laced with authority and a hint of disdain. <<dialogue "Servilia Prima" "Tiberius, are you sure about this? Philtra is better off as a slave. I plan to display her in an exhibition at my house, where she can truly showcase the pleasures her body can provide. The arena is a waste of her potential.">> Tiberius's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with defiance. He was not one to be easily swayed, and he had his own plans for you. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "I want Philtra to fight in the arena and earn me some fortune and also gain popularity in your exhibitions. She will serve both purposes, and I will not have her potential wasted by having her serve only one purpose.">> Servilia Prima scoffed, her lips curling into a smirk. She was not about to back down without a fight.<<dialogue "Servilia Prima" "You underestimate the allure of a well-trained slave. The nobles will pay handsomely to have Philtra at their beck and call. Why risk her life in the arena when she can bring in just as much, if not more, through her other... talents?">> Tiberius's response was swift and unyielding, a testament to his unshakeable will and his desire to maximize your value. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "I am well aware of her talents. But the arena brings glory and coin, and that is something you cannot argue with. Philtra will fight, and she will excel. And when she does, the nobles will flock to see her, both in the arena and in our exhibitions.">> You stood silent, your thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. You were their property, a tool to be used and manipulated at their whim. Your fate was sealed, your path laid out before you, a journey of blood, sweat, and tears, of victory and defeat, of survival and sacrifice. After the conversation, you returned to your training, your body aching with the familiar rhythm of sparring and drills. Crixus, your trainer, pushed you harder than ever, his eyes gleaming with pride. You could feel the growth, the leaps and bounds you had made, and the strength and skill that had blossomed within you. As you sparred with the other trainees, you realized that you had outgrown your training with Crixus. Your movements were fluid, your strikes precise, and your defense unbreakable. You were ready, you felt like you could win against any opponent. [[The day of the next fight arrives|AR99]]

The next day, you found yourself once again in the familiar confines of the cart, surrounded by the other gladiators and trainers. Tiberius and Servilia joined you, their presence a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play. Tiberius's brow furrowed with concern as he glanced at Servilia, her pregnancy a delicate matter that weighed heavily on his mind. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Servilia, are you sure about this? Your condition...">> Servilia waved his concerns away with a dismissive gesture, her voice steady and confident. <<dialogue "Servilia" "I am fine. Antistia will be with me if I need anything. Do not worry so much.">> As the cart rumbled along, Servilia turned her attention to you, her eyes gleaming with a cruel, calculating light. Her words were a sharp, cutting blade, a reminder of the expectations placed upon you, the value you held in her eyes.<<dialogue "Servilia" "Philtra, you will ensure you return without a single scratch. If that means giving up and losing the match, so be it. I need you intact for the exhibition.">> You felt a surge of anger, a hot, burning ember in your chest, but before you could respond, Antistia's gentle touch on your arm calmed you. Her presence was a soothing balm, her words a beacon of support and encouragement. <<dialogue "Antistia" "Philtra, do not let her words trouble you. You are strong, you are skilled, and you have my unwavering support. Pursue your goals, and know that I am here for you, always.">> You understood then the root of Servilia's hatred, her jealousy. She believed you were favored by both Tiberius and Crixus, a threat to her own power and influence. But she did not know, could not see, the shift in Tiberius's affections, the way his eyes lingered on Antistia, or the subtle, unspoken bond that had formed between them. If Servilia were to discover the truth, her wrath would turn on Antistia, and you knew, with a heavy heart, that your friend would bear the brunt of her jealousy and cruelty. Eventually, the cart came to a halt, and you found yourself standing before the imposing walls of the Colosseum. Your heart was steady, your mind clear. You had trained hard, pushed yourself to the limits, and you knew, with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, that you could face anyone and emerge victorious. Tiberius pulled you aside, his voice a low, commanding growl, his eyes burning with expectation and demand. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Philtra, this is a group fight, a free-for-all. Everyone else is your enemy. I expect you to be the last one standing. It will be a while before people recognize your name, and only then will you get one-on-one matches against other gladiators. Do not disappoint me.">> You nodded, your resolve unshakable, your determination unwavering. You were ready, ready to fight, to prove your worth, to leave your mark on the sands of the arena, to emerge triumphant, to be the last one standing. [[Wait for your fight|AR100]]

You watched the first match, a thrilling one-on-one battle between two gladiators you didn't recognize. The arena was a whirlwind of dust and clashing metal, the cheers of the crowd a deafening roar. One fighter emerged victorious, his chest heaving, his body glistening with sweat and blood, a testament to the brutal nature of the games. As you waited for your event to begin, you meticulously checked your outfit, ensuring that your armor was secure and your body was protected in all the right places. You ran your fingers along the edge of your blade, testing its sharpness, a ritual that had become second nature to you. The blade was a part of you, an extension of your will, a promise of death to your enemies. You glanced around at the other gladiators, their faces a mix of anticipation and dread. They were all men, heavily armored, their muscles rippling beneath the weight of their gear. You felt a pang of unease about the expectations placed upon you and the value you held in their eyes. Across the arena, you saw the other set of fighters, the criminals who were to be executed. They were a stark contrast to the gladiators, their bodies malnourished and weak, their armor little more than rags. You realized then that this was their execution, a brutal, public spectacle designed to entertain the masses and instill fear in the hearts of those who dared to defy the law. Just as you were lost in thought, you felt a sharp slap on your arse, a hand kneading your flesh with a familiarity that made your skin crawl. You turned to see a tall man grinning, his eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and cruelty. <<dialogue "Tall Man" "Gladiatrices are hard to find, you know. I'll protect you in the arena if you're willing to lie with me. They say gladiatrices are better in bed than regular women. This benefits us both. What do you say? We both survive this, and you come back with me as my woman, or you can die out there. The choice is yours.">> You didn't respond, your silence a shield against his advances. Instead, you drew your blade, the metal singing as it left its sheath. With a swift, precise movement, you sliced his wrist, the cut deep enough to break the skin but not touch the nerves underneath. It was a warning, a promise of what was to come if he dared to touch you again. The man yelped, his hand flying to his wound, his grin replaced by a scowl of pain and anger. He took a step forward, his fists clenched, ready to fight, but a guard intervened, restraining him with a firm grip. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You will be my first victim in the arena. You have now earned that privilege.">> With that, your event began, the criminals entering the arena first, their steps hesitant, their eyes wide with bewilderment. They looked around, confused and afraid, unsure of what to do. You understood the expectation, the unspoken rule: you were to kill the criminals, and once they were all dead, you were to turn on each other, a final, bloody spectacle for the audience's enjoyment. You and the other gladiators were introduced, your names echoing through the arena, a promise of violence and death. You had trained hard, pushed yourself to the limits, and you knew, with a certainty that bordered on arrogance, that you could face anyone and emerge victorious. Your mind is racing with the possibilities, the strategies, and the outcomes. You could go with the expectation, kill the criminals first, and then turn on the gladiators, a bloody, chaotic dance of death and destruction. Or you could subvert the expectations, begin fighting the gladiators before the criminals were killed, and create chaos in the arena, a spectacle that would leave the audience on the edge of their seats, their hearts pounding with anticipation and excitement. The choice was yours, a crossroads of strategy and instinct, of expectation and subversion, of survival and glory. [[Fight the gladiators first|AR101]] [[Fight the criminals first|AR102]]

The criminals entered the arena first, their steps hesitant, their eyes wide with bewilderment. You watched as the gladiators, including yourself, were introduced, the crowd's cheers a deafening roar. But you had other plans, a different strategy, a subversion of the expected, a chaos of your own making. You turned your attention to the gladiators, your eyes locking onto the tall man who had dared to touch you. You pointed your sword at him, a silent promise of what was to come, a declaration of your intentions, and a challenge that he could not refuse. The fight began, a whirlwind of steel and sweat, of blood and pain, of life and death. You were calm and level-headed, your movements fluid, your strikes precise, and your defense unbreakable. The tall man, however, was a different story. He was full of rage, his attacks wild and uncoordinated, a desperate, futile attempt to overpower you with brute force. You dodged his attacks with ease, your body moving with a grace and agility that belied the brutality of the arena. You felt a surge of pride, a swell of confidence, as you realized just how far you had come, how much you had learned, and how much you had grown. You were no longer the naive, inexperienced girl you once were. You were a gladiator, a warrior, a killer, a force to be reckoned with. With a swift, precise movement, you landed a quick strike to his neck, your blade slicing through flesh and tendon, severing the artery, spilling his life's blood onto the sand. The world seemed to stop for a moment, the crowd's cheers fading into a distant, muffled roar, as you stood there, your blade dripping with his blood, your body splattered with his gore, your soul forever changed. This was your first kill, your first taste of blood, your first step on the path of no return. You could feel it, a shifting of priorities, a realignment of values, and an embrace of the bloodshed and carnage that you were capable of delivering. Ares approved, his presence a warm, comforting embrace. But your subversion of the plan had confused everyone, the gladiators and the criminals alike. The gladiators, fearing for their lives, turned on each other, their blades flashing, their kills merciless. The criminals, relieved at the thought that they could yet live through this, watched in bewilderment, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and hope. As you reveled in the ecstasy of your act, a blade swung at you from behind, a glancing blow that drew blood but caused no further damage. You felt the pain, sharp and stinging, and you welcomed it, you craved more of it, and you thirsted for the carnage and the bloodshed. You turned to face your new opponent, your blade at the ready. You defeated him, but this time, you took your time, slicing open each of his limbs, drawing out the blood, prolonging the agony, and savoring the moment. The fight raged on, the number of gladiators dwindling with each passing moment. You chose your victims with care, your kills were brutal and slow, a testament to your dominance. The remaining gladiators, three in number, realized the carnage you were capable of, the wickedness of your mind. They wanted to flee, for them to live, but you would not allow it. You chose that moment to attack, your strikes swift and precise, your kills merciless and final. The last man fell to his knees, his hands raised in supplication, his fingers forming the sign of mercy, a plea for his life, a desperate, futile attempt to avoid the inevitable. But you would not wait, would not show mercy. You swung your sword, a brutal, final strike. The crowd erupted, their cheers a deafening roar, their applause a thunderous drumbeat, their approval a promise of glory, of victory, of triumph. With the gladiators dead, you turned your attention to the criminals. Some of the brave ones picked up the weapons from the fallen gladiators, their eyes gleaming with desperation, their bodies trembling with a mix of fear and adrenaline. But they were no match for you, their attacks clumsy and uncoordinated, their defenses weak and ineffective. You dispatched them with ease, your blade flashing, your kills merciless. You walked over to the remaining ten criminals, both women and men, their eyes wide with resignation and acceptance. They knew their fate and chose not to fight, and you granted them a slow, painful death, your blade carving them open, one by one. The rest of the criminals, watching in horror, feared for their lives and attacked you, their weapons a pathetic, futile attempt to defend themselves. But you were unyielding, you put an end to their suffering too. With only the last criminal left, she fell to her knees, and she started screaming for mercy, a plea for her life, a desperate, futile attempt to avoid the inevitable. But even still you felt unmoved, and the thought of mercy did not and will not register in your mind. You swung your sword, a brutal, final strike. The crowd erupted, their cheers a deafening roar, their applause a thunderous drumbeat, their approval a promise of glory, of victory. You looked over at the podium, at the faces of the event organizers and special guests, and you knew, with a certainty that bordered on arrogance, that they were not happy. You had not waited for their judgement, had not sought their approval, and had not played by their rules. You had written your own story, your own legend, your own destiny, and you would not apologize for it. With a wave and a shout, you reveled in the crowd's response, their adoration. And as you exited the arena, you knew, with a heavy heart, that you had to face a furious Tiberius, a man scorned, a man who would not take your disobedience lightly, a man who would make you pay, one way or another. [[Go back to Tiberius|AR103]]

The criminals entered the arena first, their steps hesitant, their eyes wide with bewilderment. You watched as the gladiators, including yourself, were introduced, the crowd's cheers a deafening roar. The expectation was clear: you were to kill the criminals, and once they were all dead, you were to turn on each other, a final, bloody spectacle for the audience's enjoyment. The gladiators moved with a brutal, efficient precision, their blades flashing, their strikes precise, their kills merciless. You counted as they fell, one by one, until all twenty were dead, their bodies a gruesome tapestry of blood and gore, a testament to the power and skill of the gladiators. As the last criminal fell, you turned your attention to the other gladiators, your eyes locking onto the tall man who had dared to touch you. You pointed your sword at him, a declaration of your intentions, a challenge that he could not refuse. The fight began, a whirlwind of steel and sweat, of life and death. You were calm and level-headed, your movements fluid, your strikes precise, and your defense unbreakable. The tall man, however, was a different story. He was full of rage, his attacks wild and uncoordinated, a desperate, futile attempt to overpower you with brute force. You dodged his attacks with ease, your body moving with a grace and agility that belied the brutality of the arena. You felt a surge of pride, a swell of confidence, as you realized just how far you had come, how much you had learned, and how much you had grown. You were no longer the naive, inexperienced girl you once were. You were a force to be reckoned with. With a swift, precise movement, you landed a quick strike to his neck, your blade slicing through flesh and tendon, severing the artery, spilling his life's blood onto the sand. The world seemed to stop for a moment, the crowd's cheers fading into a distant, muffled roar, as you stood there, your blade dripping with his blood, your body splattered with his gore, your soul forever changed. This was your first kill, your first taste of blood, your first step on the path of no return. You could feel it, a shifting of priorities, a realignment of values, and an embrace of the bloodshed and carnage that you were capable of delivering. Ares approved, his presence a warm, comforting embrace, a promise of power and glory, of victory and triumph. But the fight was far from over. As you reveled in the ecstasy of your act, a blade swung at you from behind, a glancing blow that drew blood but caused no further damage. You felt the pain, sharp and stinging, and you welcomed it, you craved more of it, and you thirsted for the carnage and the bloodshed. You did not feel bad about the dead criminals anymore because none of them mattered. You slowly and confidently turned to face your new opponent, your blade at the ready. You easily defeated him, but this time, you took your time, slicing open each of his limbs, drawing out the blood, prolonging the agony, and savoring the moment. The fight raged on, the number of gladiators dwindling with each passing moment. You chose your victims with care, your kills were brutal and slow, a testament to your dominance. The remaining gladiators, three in number, realized the carnage you were capable of, the wickedness of your mind. They wanted to flee, for them to live, but you would not allow it. You chose that moment to attack, your strikes swift and precise, your kills merciless and final. The last man fell to his knees, his hands raised in supplication, his fingers forming the sign of mercy, a plea for his life, a desperate, futile attempt to avoid the inevitable. But you would not wait, would not show mercy. You swung your sword, a brutal, final strike. The crowd erupted, their cheers a deafening roar, their applause a thunderous drumbeat, their approval a promise of glory, of victory. You looked over at the podium, at the faces of the event organizers and special guests, and you knew, with a certainty that bordered on arrogance, that they were not happy. You had not waited for their judgement, had not sought their approval, and had not played by their rules. You had written your own legend, and you would not apologize for it. With a wave and a shout, you reveled in the crowd's response, their adoration. And as you exited the arena, you knew, with a heavy heart, that you had to face a furious Tiberius, a man scorned, a man who would not take your disobedience lightly, a man who would make you pay, one way or another. [[Go back to Tiberius|AR103]]

Tiberius's gaze fell upon you, his eyes taking in the blood-soaked state of your body. You met his stare unflinchingly.<<dialogue "Tiberius" "You've changed, Philtra. The arena has transformed you... for the worse. Maybe Servilia was right, and you dont belong in the arena.">> You walked back to Tiberius, your mind was filled with thoughts of Ares and your initial encounter with him and how he liberated you. You wanted to meet him again and to tell him about today. You continued to obey Tiberius and not give a hint of your true feelings and priorities. He led you to a room beneath the audience seats, a small, dimly lit space. In the corner, a bucket of water awaited. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Clean yourself. Remove the dirt and blood from your body.">> You nodded and began to clean yourself, your hands steady as you scrubbed away the evidence of your deeds. Once you were clean, Tiberius had you stand in the sun, your body glistening, your skin damp. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Stay here and dry off. I'll return for you later.">> He returned to watch the next fights, leaving you alone, a solitary figure. A man approached, his steps hesitant, his touch gentle as he grabbed your shoulder from behind. You reacted instinctively, your body a coiled spring, your reflexes sharp, your movements precise. You grabbed his wrist, twisted it, and brought him to his knees, a cry of pain escaping his lips. But as you looked into his eyes, you recognized him, it was your friend, Kaelen. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Philtra, it's me, Kaelen. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.">> You let go, your apology a whispered breath. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Kaelen, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't know it was you. Are you alright?">> Kaelen hugged you, his embrace a warm, comforting cocoon. You hugged him back, your body trembling, your soul yearning for the connection. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "I heard about your parents. I'm so sorry for your loss. I heard about your enslavement too. It's tough to comprehend everything you've been through.">> You swallowed your words, your pain. You stood stoic, not displaying your emotions. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you. Your words mean more to me than you know.">> Kaelen understood. He continued. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "I want to get you out of here. I thought about it as I watched you from the stands. I have a plan. My father is sick, and he won't be with us for much longer. Once he's gone, I'll inherit his wealth, and I promise you, I'll buy your freedom from Tiberius. Yes, this will take time, but there are no other options for me. I can't buy you without my father's wealth.">> You appreciated his thought. You answered him. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your offer means the world to me. But I can manage... at least for now. I'm ready to face whatever comes my way and survive through it.">> As you spoke, you caught up with him on what had happened so far in your respective lives. Antistia approached with her usual gentle presence. She spoke. <<dialogue "Antistia" "Philtra, there you are. It's time for us to go. You have everything that is yours with you?">> After seeing Antistia, Kaelen took his leave, he spoke before he left. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Philtra, remain strong. Stay alive and sane until I come for you. I promise I will.">> You smiled after a long time. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Kaelen. I'll be waiting for you.">> You nodded at Antistia, who was respectfully waiting a bit of distance away, just enough to be out of earshot to give you the privacy you needed to speak with Kaelen. You followed Antistia out of the arena. [[Speak with Antistia|AR104]]

You walked out of the arena with Antistia, the cheers of the crowd fading into a distant, muffled roar. You turned to her, your brow furrowed, your curiosity piqued. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Antistia, why are we leaving early? The matches are still going on, and Tiberius and the other gladiators are still watching. Why aren't they joining us in our journey back?">> Antistia's expression was serious, her voice a low, gentle murmur. <<dialogue "Antistia" "Servilia wants you to be prepared for the exhibition tonight, Philtra. You are to be... 'shown off' as she put it.">> You used to feel a surge of anger whenever Servilia talked about using you like this. But now, you felt nothing, no shame, no anger, no resentment. The arena had changed you and had awakened a hunger, a craving for bloodshed, for the exhibition. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand. It is what it is, I guess.">> You looked up at her in the stance, your gaze falling upon Servilia. She was speaking with the dowager queen, Klytemnaestra, their voices a low, murmured conversation. As you watched, they noticed you, their eyes locking onto yours. Servilia's expression was one of disdain. Klytemnaestra, however, wore a playful smile. You couldn't make out their words, but soon the conversation was over. As Klytemnaestra left, Servilia descended the stairs, her steps graceful. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Let us return to the house. We have much to prepare for the exhibition.">> You nodded. The cart rolled on to take your three back to the house. You were not sure what to expect in the exhibition, but since Servilia is the one planning it, she is bound to have something sinister up her sleeve. You had time to think about this on the way back, you started feeling that this is all fine, and a part of you is even looking forward to this exhibition and the experiences that it might bring. [[Prepare for the exhibition|AR105]]

Once you all were back in the house, Antistia guided you to a table overflowing with sumptuous food, a feast designed to satiate your every desire. She encouraged you to eat heartily, knowing the demands of the night ahead.<<dialogue "Antistia" "Philtra, eat your fill. You'll need your strength to work and entertain the guests all night.">> You indulged, your hunger a relentless force, until both your stomach and heart were content. As you ate, you observed Servilia, her every movement. She noticed you, her smile a knowing, almost predatory expression. You turned to Antistia, seeking clarity on Servilia's plans. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Antistia, do you know what Servilia has in store for me?">> Antistia's response was cautious, her voice a low murmur. <<dialogue "Antistia" "I'm uncertain, but given your beauty, she might have you wear revealing attire or worse... get you naked for everyone's amusement.">> You listened intently, your mind racing with possibilities. Antistia continued, her tone serious.<<dialogue "Antistia" "She might also allow some royal family members to rent you for the night if they show interest. Naturally, Servilia would keep all the proceeds.">> You nodded, understanding the stakes. You shared your own suspicions with Antistia. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Servilia might have something more sinister planned. I can't be sure, but she harbors deep hatred for me. This isn't just about fortune and fame, she wants to humiliate me in front of influential people.">> Antistia's grip on your hand tightened, her support unwavering. <<dialogue "Antistia" "Whatever happens, I'm here for you. I'll stand by you, protect you.">> Later, Antistia led you to a chamber, where she bathed you meticulously, her touch gentle yet firm. She anointed you with oils, their scent rich and alluring, designed to last through the night despite sweat and grime. <<dialogue "Antistia" "This scent will endure until morning, regardless of how much you perspire or how dirty you get.">> You appreciated the preparation, even if you disliked being treated like an object. The prospect of being the center of attention was enticing, a thrill you couldn't deny. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm ready, Antistia. Ready to face whatever comes my way.">> With that, you were prepared for the exhibition, poised and confident, ready to navigate the challenges ahead. [[Go to the exhibition|AR106]]

Once you were ready to show up, Antistia presented you with a dress that was a symphony of seduction, its sheer fabric a whisper of silk that clung to your every curve, leaving little to the imagination. The bodice was a delicate lace that barely concealed your nipples, offering tantalizing glimpses of your skin beneath. The skirt, a shimmering cascade of silk, covered only your front, leaving your sides and back exposed, a tantalizing invitation for any who dared to look. You felt a moment of vulnerability, a flutter of uncertainty, but you quickly embraced the power of your allure, wearing the dress with a newfound sense of confidence and pride. The fabric caressed your skin, a sensual embrace that heightened your awareness of your own body, a reminder of your beauty. As you stood before the mirror, admiring your reflection, the distant hum of voices and laughter grew louder, signaling the start of the event. You stepped out, your head held high, and surveyed the bustling crowd, weaving through it to understand the dynamics and the unfolding spectacle. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Antistia, who are all these people? I recognize some royal families, but where is the dowager queen?">> Antistia leaned in, her voice a low murmur. <<dialogue "Antistia" "The dowager queen is notably absent, I expected her to be here too. Perhaps she has other engagements or prefers to keep a low profile. But look, the gladiators are the main attraction tonight.">> Your gaze fell upon the gladiators, their wooden swords flashing as they performed intricate maneuvers, their muscles rippling beneath the oil-slicked skin. Among them, you spotted Priscus, his eyes a window to a soul filled with sorrow and longing. Despite his injuries, he moved with a grace that spoke of his former glory, a silent tribute to his fallen comrades. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Priscus... he looks so broken. Yet, he puts on a brave face for the crowd.">> Antistia nodded, her expression somber. <<dialogue "Antistia" "He's a warrior. Even in pain, he stands tall. That is why I fell for him... At least he won't get hurt in this exhibition. It's just a show, any gladiator would rather prefer this over the actual fights in the arena. Now, take these plates. Serve the wine to the guests, but do not venture into the far corner of the hall. Stay here and keep an eye on the crowd.">> You nodded, taking the plates laden with wine jugs, your curiosity piqued by the mystery of that secluded room. As you glanced towards the corner, your eyes met Kaelen's. He was engaged in a heated discussion with Tiberius, their voices raised, their expressions tense. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Kaelen, I've told you before. Philtra is not for sale. She's a valuable asset, and I intend to rent her out to the highest bidder. You are welcome to make a bid too.">> A frustrated Kaelen responds.<<dialogue "Kaelen" "But Tiberius, I've offered you a fortune! Why won't you sell her to me? I thought you were a man who can be reasoned with.">> Tiberius leaned towards Kaelen and said something that only he could hear. Once that was said, Tiberius had a smug look on his face, and he waited for Kaelen to respond. Frustrated, Kaelen stormed out of the conversation and headed towards the exit. You knew their disagreement centered around your release, but what was said at the end that made Kaelen furious enough to leave, you wondered. Kaelen noticed you as he passed and made his way over, his expression a mix of determination and disappointment. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Philtra, I spoke with Tiberius. He refuses to sell you outright. He insists on renting you instead, despite my generous offer. I even proposed a substantial sum from my fortune, but he remains steadfast in his plan to rent you out.">> Your heart sank at his words, a wave of despair threatening to overwhelm you. You had hoped, deep down, that Kaelen would succeed in buying your freedom. Swallowing your tears, you forced a smile and thanked him for his efforts. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Kaelen. I appreciate everything you've done. I'll find another way to gain my freedom from Tiberius.">> Kaelen's response was a promise, a beacon of hope in your tough time. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "I'll visit often to ensure you're safe. And if Tiberius ever changes his mind about selling you, I'll be ready to buy your freedom the moment the opportunity arises.">> With that, he left the event early, it looks like he only came here for you. You started to respect Kaelen a bit more because you know how much of a fan he is of the gladiators, and he has a chance to interact with them today, but his priority lies with you instead of him indulging in his boyish desires. You stood tall, with a little bit more hope than when the day started. The night was young, and your battle against Tiberius and Servilia had just begun. [[A woman approaches you|AR107]]

As Kaelen leaves, a woman approaches you, her presence commanding and her gaze appraising. She introduces herself as Thais, her voice a sultry purr that sends a shiver down your spine. <<dialogue "Thais" "I am Thais, You might have heard about me and my women... or maybe not. I own a brothel, and I must say, you are quite the sight.">> You know where this is going, and in an attempt to redirect her, you offer her a glass of wine, a polite gesture, but she waves it away, her interest clearly not in the drink. <<dialogue "Thais" "I'm more interested in you, my dear. Why don't you come with me to the room in the corner of the hall? I have something to show you.">> You hesitate, remembering Antistia's warning. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm needed here to serve the guests. I was instructed not to leave this hall.">> Thais's expression darkens, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face.<<dialogue "Thais" "You dare deny me, slave?">> But before you can respond, her gaze shifts, and a chuckle escapes her lips. You turn to see what has caught her attention and feel a sudden, sharp sting on your bare arse cheek. You jerk forward, nearly spilling the wine, as a handprint blooms on your skin. You whirl around, your eyes flashing with anger, and see Servilia standing there, a cruel smile playing on her lips. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Well, well, well. Looks like our little pet is causing a stir.">> Thais turns to Servilia, her earlier annoyance forgotten.<<dialogue "Thais" "Is this the one you were telling me about? She's a beauty, isn't she?">> Servilia nods, her smile widening. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Oh yes, she's a rare gem. Go on, Thais, take a closer look. She's all yours for the night.">> Thais steps closer, her fingers brushing against your skin, sending a wave of revulsion through you.<<dialogue "Thais" "She's pretty good. I'd like to test her further before bidding for her.">> Servilia claps her hands together, her eyes shining with malicious glee. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Excellent! Then let us take her to the room. I'm sure she'll be... entertaining.">> Thais turns to you, her expression expectant. <<dialogue "Thais" "Come with me, my dear. Let's see what you're made of.">> You have no choice but to follow, your heart heavy with dread. As you walk, Thais leans in, her breath hot against your ear.<<dialogue "Thais" "I've heard a lot about you from Seraphina. It's quite tragic... what happened to your parents, and I'm sorry you were sold to Tiberius. But perhaps there's a way out for you.">> You stop, your curiosity piqued at hearing your friend Seraphina's name, your mind starts to wander again. How is she involved in all this? Is she working for Thais too? You wanted the answers to all these questions. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do you mean?">> Thais stops as well, her expression serious. <<dialogue "Thais" "Join my brothel, Philtra. I'll give you a trial, and if you pass, I'll buy you outright from Tiberius. You'll never have to worry about being a slave again. I think this is a fair ask. What do you say?">> You consider her offer, your mind racing. But as much as the thought of freedom is tempting, you know that being bought by Thais would only mean trading one master for another. Kaelen, on the other hand, has offered you a chance at true freedom, a life where you are more than just a possession. You take a deep breath, your decision made. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Thais, but Tiberius might not be willing to part with me permanently, and I have other skills that could be useful. I'm a gladiatrix, and I can earn money from fights. Those skills would not be valuable for you in a brothel, unfortunately. I want my freedom, sure, but as slave, I obviously have very little say in it.">> Thais studies you for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then she nods, a slow smile spreading across her face. <<dialogue "Thais" "You're a clever one, I like that about you. You could have easily just said 'no' since you wanted to decline my request, but you made sure to put it in such a way that you won't be blamed for declining my request. I initially expected you to be either a stupid whore or a stupid brute, or maybe a mix of both. But you're hiding your intellect well. My brothel is different, you know. It's not just about serving men. It's much more intricate, and I need women like you... women who can fight, make smart decisions, and seduce men to their advantage. You have all three skills, Philtra. Think about it.">> You are partly convinced by her words, but you still hesitate. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm not against the idea, Thais, but I'm still unsure how all of this will work out.">> Thais's smile widens, and she reaches out to pat your cheek, her touch surprisingly gentle.<<dialogue "Thais" "Don't worry, my dear. I'll work it out from my end. You just focus on surviving this night, and we'll see where the future takes us.">> [[Go into the room|AR108]]

You follow Thais into the room, the plates still balanced precariously in your hands. Servilia trails behind, her presence a constant, oppressive weight. As you enter, your eyes widen at the sight before you. Beautiful, naked women move gracefully, some serve men, while others who are clothed prepare for a synchronized performance of singing and dancing. The room is a whirlwind of activity, a symphony of sensuality and strategy. Thais leads you to a secluded corner, where the commotion is muted, and the audience's attention is firmly fixed on the performance. You watch as Thais's women move with an almost ethereal grace, their non-verbal communication a dance of its own. It dawns on you that these women are more than just entertainers... they are spies, absorbing information and relaying it to Thais with subtle, almost imperceptible signals. <<dialogue "Thais" "Philtra, you see before you a carefully crafted web of information disguised as pleasure. My women serve a purpose beyond what meets the eye. We work for a very important man, one who serves the queen herself.">> Your curiosity piqued, you ask, <<dialogue "Philtra" "Who is this man, Thais? And why does he want to meet me?">> Thais's smile is enigmatic, a promise of secrets and power.<dialogue "Thais" "You will meet him soon. He is the one who truly wishes, no, is dying to recruit you. I am merely his instrument of his desire.">> As you wait for the singing to end, a familiar face catches your eye. Vespasian, Seraphina's father, who is a senator in the king's court, makes his way towards you, a cruel smile playing on his lips. The pieces click into place: Seraphina's involvement, Thais's role, and the reason behind Tiberius's hatred for Vespasian. Servilia has smuggled him into her home, keeping him hidden from Tiberius's prying eyes. Vespasian stands an inch away, his breath hot on your skin. He thanks Servilia for her part in this, his voice a low, dangerous purr. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "Servilia, my dear, thank you for accepting my request.">> Servilia chuckles. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Oh... don't mention it. The pleasure is all mine.">> He turns to you, his eyes gleaming with malice and desire.<<dialogue "Vespasian" "I've been waiting for this moment, Philtra. No one can save you now.">> He moves your skirt aside, his fingers exploring your most intimate places. You squirm, but Servilia's grip on your shoulders is like a vise, holding you still.<<dialogue "Servilia" "Stay still, whore! Balance those plates.">> You obey, your body tense, your mind racing. Vespasian's fingers probe deeper, his other hand undoing your dress, letting it fall to the ground, leaving you completely exposed. Despite your training, your composure wavers under his touch. After a while, Vespasian removed his fingers from you and took it into his mouth.<<dialogue "Vespasian" "You taste better than my daughter, you know. Much better.">> His words send a shockwave through you, a mixture of revulsion and anger. You feel the urge to kill, to make him pay for his crimes against Seraphina. Vespasian smiles, seeing the anger in your eyes, and grabs your breasts, twisting and turning your nipples. You grit your teeth, enduring the pain, but when he starts to suck, you realize the danger. You can't let him discover your secret, the boon from Ares. You struggle, moving despite Servilia's attempts to hold you. Vespasian, seeing your squirming, doubles his efforts, biting your nipples and breasts instead. The pain is sharp, but it's a relief compared to the alternative. Thais steps in, her voice a sharp command. <<dialogue "Thais" "Vespasian, you must not leave any marks. She needs to look perfect.">> Vespasian stops, his smile a promise of future torment. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "Once the deal goes through, Philtra, you will know real pain.">> You are not threatened, you have trained, learned, and grown. You are confident in your ability to fight and defeat anyone. But handling Vespasian is not about physical strength, it's about strategy, about finding the right allies. You think to yourself that you will need help in this matter. With that, Vespasian sneaks out, leaving you naked, still balancing the plates, with Thais and Servilia by your side. The night is far from over, and the battles you face are just beginning. [[Regain your composure|AR109]]

After Vespasian's departure, you stand there, hoping for a hero to rescue you. As the final notes of the song fade, you spot Antistia, and you beckon her to you. She rushes to your side, her eyes widening at the sight of your nakedness. Servilia, with a dismissive wave, instructs Antistia to take the plates from you. You hand them over, your arms finally free, the numbness a distant, welcome ache. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Antistia, take these plates and leave. Return only if called.">> Antistia bows, her obedience a silent, bitter pill, and takes her leave. You bend to retrieve your clothes, but Servilia's grip on your hair is sudden and brutal, yanking you back up. <<dialogue "Servilia" "You won't be needing those anymore. The main event is yet to come.">> The song ends, and the crowd, a sea of expectant faces, waits for the next spectacle. Servilia's plan becomes clear, and with it, a spark of defiance ignites within you. You decide to turn the tables, to put your own spin on this twisted exhibition. Thais steps forward, her voice a sultry promise as she speaks of gladiators and their primal power, their prowess in the arena and beyond. She calls for a demonstration, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. <<dialogue "Thais" "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have a treat for you. You have seen the gladiators fight. They are the fiercest among us. But did you know... our gladiators are not just beasts in the arena, they are beasts in the bedchambers as well. As a woman who was lucky enough to witness two gladiators spend a night together, I have to admit, I have never seen such fierce lovemaking ever again in my life. On that day, I decided that I would share that pleasure with everyone one day, and that day is here.">> She introduces the various ludi, their owners, and their gladiators, each a testament to power and prowess. Thais signals to her women, and the gladiators, with hungry eyes, begin to take them, their coupling a raw, primal dance that sends waves of excitement through the crowd. <<dialogue "Thais" "And now, for our main attraction. A gladiatrix, a woman who combines beauty with the ferocity of a warrior. Philtra!">> Gasps ripple through the crowd as they take in your naked form, your body a testament to strength and allure. Instead of cowering, you embrace the moment, performing a cartwheel that showcases your athleticism, your grace, and your strength. Thais nods approvingly, her smile conveying her admiration. She opens a challenge to all present, a call to arms, a test of prowess. <<dialogue "Thais" "Gentlemen, bring forth your champions. Let them prove their worth, their ability to satisfy Philtra's... appetites.">> You stand tall, your eyes scanning the crowd, anticipation a live wire beneath your skin. The men of the ludi confer, their whispers a hushed, urgent symphony, each vying to be the one to meet your challenge, to prove their dominance. [[Turn the tables with a twist in your challenge|AR110]]

As the men clamor forward, their eyes hungry and eager, you sense the shift in the room. The gladiators who were previously engaged with Thais's women pause, their attention now divided between the women beneath them and the allure of the challenge you've presented. You seize the moment, your voice steady and clear, as you turn the tables on Servilia. <<dialogue "Philtra" "There is but one condition. If the man does not satisfy me and make me finish, I get to kill him for being incompetent.">> A gasp ripples through the crowd, a mix of shock and anticipation. The men exchange glances, their earlier confidence wavering. You can almost hear their thoughts, the internal struggle between desire and the fear of failure. You notice some of their eyes looking for Servilia, the host of this event, and looking for some answers from her. Servilia notices this too and, quick to salvage the situation, laughs it off with a dismissive wave. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Philtra is joking, of course. Everyone is still welcome to take up the challenge. Nobody has to die here today.">> The crowd breathes a collective sigh of relief, but you feel a pang of disappointment. You had hoped to send a clear message, to warn them of the danger you pose. As the laughter and whispers subside, a voice cuts through the noise, commanding and unyielding. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Philtra is right. Is anyone man enough to take up her challenge?">> You turn to see the dowager queen, Klytemnaestra, entering the room, a sword in her hand. Beside her stands Lysara, her attendant, her presence a silent, imposing force. Servilia's smile fades, replaced by a mask of forced respect. She knows she cannot overrule the dowager queen's orders, despite being the host of this exhibition. The crowd falls silent, their whispers a hushed, expectant murmur. Klytemnaestra makes her way to you, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and approval. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I am looking forward to your performance, Philtra. I do hope you put on a good show.">> You feel a surge of confidence, a boost from her support. With a gracious nod, you turn to the crowd, your voice ringing out clear and strong. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Who among you is brave enough to take up this challenge?">> Most of the men hesitate, their uncertainty a palpable tension in the air. But a few steps forward, their chins lifted in a display of false bravado. You can see the owners of the gladiators, their faces etched with displeasure, as they realize their investments might be at risk. Some of the lanistas make their way out, probably looking to speak with Tiberius, their whispers a low, angry hum. Others swarm around Servilia, demanding explanations, their voices a cacophony of indignation. You stand tall, your heart swelling with a sense of triumph. You have begun to turn the tables, and the power dynamic has shifted in your favor. With a regal gesture, you address the dowager queen, your voice a mix of respect and challenge. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, as a token of my gratitude for your support, I offer you the luxury of choosing the man who will attempt to complete my challenge.">> Klytemnaestra accepts your offer with a gracious nod, her eyes gleaming with anticipation as she surveys the men who have stepped forward. You watch as she combs through them, her gaze critical and assessing, choosing the one who will face your challenge. [[Wait for the dowager queen to pick the first challenger|AR111]]

The dowager queen slowly surveys the challengers, her gaze critical and assessing. She selects one man, her choice a silent, commanding gesture. The man takes a deep breath, his chest expanding as he tries to overcome his fear. He steps forward, his attempt was to display bravado and hide his uncertainty. <<dialogue "Challenger" "How do you like it, whore? I like it rough. Can you handle that?">> You laugh, a sound that is both amused and dismissive. You glance at Lysara, and she understands your unspoken plan. She steps forward, her movements fluid and graceful, as she presents the sword to the crowd.<<dialogue "Lysara" "This is a ceremonial sword, not very sharp. Cutting someone up might... take some time.">> Her words strike fear into the hearts of the onlookers, especially the man who has just stepped forward. Lysara swings the sword a few times, showcasing her skill and appreciating the intricate craftsmanship of the blade. Tiberius enters the crowd, flanked by some of the lanistas. His voice is a low, commanding rumble as he addresses the gathering. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "There must be a reward for the winners. They are risking their lives, after all. Killing the challengers is too far... atleast not without a proper reward for it.">> But the dowager queen, Klytemnaestra, has fully embraced your mission. She nods, her expression a mix of approval and anticipation. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I agree. I have some royal weapons and armor, procured by Olympia's armies in the past. The winners will get to keep their lives and also an antique item to commemorate their victory. Of course, the weapons and armor won't be effective in a fight, but owning those pieces would mean owning a piece of history and the fame and glory for items once carried.">> She turns to you, her nod a silent signal of trust and shared hope. You and she share the hope that no one actually wins, and Olympia's antique collection stays with Olympia. The crowd erupts in cheers, their voices a cacophony of excitement and approval. The other lanistas seem pleased, seeing a chance to gain prestige with the winnings. But Tiberius remains upset, his expression a mask of displeasure. He had hoped to avoid any killings, knowing that such events can quickly spiral out of control. With the dowager queen's blessing and the promise of a reward, the man steps forward once more, this time with his lanista's approval. The stage is set, and the challenge is accepted, but the true battle has only just begun. [[Let the challenge finally begin|AR112]]

After the flurry of words and the settling of agreements, the man walks over to you, his steps a mix of determination and trepidation. You glance at Thais, who points discreetly to a well-lit area in the center of the room. Your eyes follow her gesture, taking in the scene before you. There, amidst a sea of pillows and silk sheets, rose petals are scattered like a crimson carpet, their scent a heady, intoxicating perfume. The setup is a vision of sensuality and allure, a stage crafted for a performance of pleasure and power. You understand Thais's unspoken instruction and make your way to the center, your movements graceful and deliberate. As you approach, you can feel the weight of every gaze upon you, the anticipation a palpable, electric charge in the air. You take your place amidst the pillows, the silk a cool, sensual caress against your skin. The rose petals crunch softly beneath you, their fragrance enveloping you in a heady, intoxicating embrace. You prepare yourself, not just for the physical act, but for the performance, the dance of seduction and dominance that is about to unfold. The crowd hushes, their breaths held in collective anticipation. You are the center of attention, the focal point of desire and danger. And as you ready yourself, you know that this night will be a test of your strength, your allure, and your ability to turn the tables on those who seek to control you. The man approaches you with a mix of eagerness and nervousness, his eyes locked onto yours with a hunger that is almost feral. He kneels beside you, his hands already roaming your body, exploring every curve and contour with a desperate urgency. You can feel the heat of his touch, the roughness of his calloused fingers as they trace the lines of your scars, a map of battles won and endured. He positions himself between your thighs, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he aligns the head of his phallus with your quim. With a single, powerful thrust, he sheathes himself inside you, a groan of pleasure and relief escaping his lips. He begins to move with a frenzied pace, his hips driving into you with a force that borders on brutality. The pillows and silk sheets rustle and shift beneath you, the rose petals scattering like crimson confetti as your bodies collide. You can feel every inch of his phallus, the thickness stretching your quim, filling you completely. His movements are wild, almost desperate, as if he is trying to prove something, to claim a victory that is as much about dominance as it is about pleasure. You meet his thrusts with your own, your hips rising to meet his, your body a willing participant in this dance of seduction and power. His hands roam your body, squeezing your breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples until they stand erect and sensitive. You arch your back, pressing your breasts into his palms, your body craving more, needing more. He leans down, his mouth capturing one of your nipples, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, sending shocks of pleasure straight to your core. But you can't let him discover your secret. You grab his hair, yanking his mouth away from your nipple, a sharp gasp escaping your lips. He looks up at you, confusion and desire warring in his eyes, but you push him back, your expression a mix of command and warning. The crowd watches, their eyes wide with a mix of fascination and anticipation. Whispers and murmurs ripple through the gathering, a hushed, expectant symphony. You can feel their gazes, the weight of their attention, turning the act into a spectacle, a performance for their pleasure and your humiliation. But as the minutes pass, you can sense the change in him. His movements become more erratic, his breaths more ragged, and you know that he is close, too close. You try to hold back, to delay your own release, to give him the chance to satisfy you, but it is no use. With a final, desperate thrust, he spills his seed inside your quim, his body shuddering with the force of his release. He collapses on top of you, his chest heaving, his body slick with sweat. You can feel the warmth of his seed, the evidence of his failure, as it leaks out of your quim, a slow, inevitable drip. You push him off, your movements sharp and dismissive, and he rolls to the side, his body is satisfied, but his mind probably reminds him that his life is now forfeit. You lie there for a moment, your body still throbbing with unfulfilled desire, your mind racing with the implications of his failure. The crowd's reaction is clearly one of disappointment, which then turns to nervousness at the thought of what is to follow, their whispers are a low, mocking hum. You can feel their eyes on you, their judgments a palpable, oppressive weight. You sit up, your movements still remain graceful, and turn to face the crowd, a smirk playing on your lips. You stand, your body naked and unashamed, and gather yourself. The man slowly rises, his movements heavy with the weight of his impending fate. The crowd watches, their breaths held, as you, naked and unashamed, walk over to Lysara. You take the ceremonial sword from her, the blade glinting dully in the soft light, a promise of violence and retribution. You approach the man, who kneels before you, his head bowed in acceptance. You stand behind him, the sword pressed against his throat, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat of his skin. He closes his eyes, a shiver running through his body, as he prepares for the end. The crowd falls silent, their whispers dying away, replaced by a tense, expectant hush. You can feel their gazes, the weight of their attention, and a physical pressure on your skin. In the distance, you hear the gladiator's lanista, his voice a desperate, pleading cry, trying to stay the inevitable. You turn to him, a wicked smile playing on your lips, and in that moment, you know that there is no turning back. With a swift, decisive motion, you draw the sword across his throat, the blade biting into his flesh. But Lysara was right, the sword is blunt, and it takes all your strength to saw through his skin and muscle, the resistance a gruesome, visceral struggle. The man struggles, a desperate, futile attempt to escape his fate, but it is no use. The sword grinds through his throat, and he begins to gurgle, the sound a wet, choking rasp as blood fills his lungs. His body convulses, a final, spasmodic dance of life and death, and then he stills, his head lolling to the side, his eyes wide and unseeing. The crowd reacts with a mix of horror and fascination, their gasps and murmurs a low, uneasy hum. Most are upset, their faces pale and sickened by the brutality of the act, but a few, like the dowager queen, Lysara, and Thais, watch with a gleam of approval in their eyes, their expressions a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. Thais's women move quickly, their movements efficient and practiced, as they take the dead man's body away, cleaning the blood from the floor with swift, economical motions. The night is far from over, and the true battle has only just begun. The dowager queen steps forward, her voice a low, commanding purr as she addresses the remaining challengers. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Who among you is brave enough to take up Philtra's challenge next? Who will risk their life and their honor for a chance at victory?">> Her eyes gleam with a mix of amusement and cruelty, a stark contrast to the tension that hangs heavy in the air. The men exchange glances, their expressions a mix of fear and determination, as they consider the fate that awaits them. You stand tall, the sword still in your hand, awaiting the next challenger. [[Move on the next challenger|AR113]]

Klytemnaestra surveys the crowd once more, her gaze sharp and assessing. The gruesome display has taken its toll, and some of the men who previously stepped forward now hang back, their earlier bravado replaced by a palpable fear. Only a handful remain, their chins lifted in a display of false courage. The dowager queen's choice falls upon one of them, her selection a silent, commanding gesture. You hand the sword back to Lysara, the blade now a dull, crimson-streaked reminder of the fate that awaits the next challenger. You turn to face the man, your body poised and ready, your eyes locked onto his with an intensity that is almost predatory. He approaches you with eagerness, his steps measured and deliberate. You can feel the weight of the crowd's attention, their gazes a physical pressure on your skin, as you prepare to face this new challenge. You stand before the crowd, your legs spread wide, a bold and provocative display of your power and allure. The new challenger approaches, his eyes locked onto your exposed quim, his breath coming in ragged gasps. You can feel the heat of his gaze and the intensity of his desire, and you know that you must use this to your advantage. Once he is close to you, you turn around, presenting your arse to him, your back arched, your breasts pressing against the silk sheets beneath you. You look over your shoulder, a wicked smile playing on your lips, as you beckon him forward with a crook of your finger. He kneels behind you, his phallus already hard and ready. He aligns himself with your entrance, and he sheathes himself inside your quim slowly, making you feel every vein in his phallus. Even though it was just another normal-sized phallus, the way he entered you made you feel like his phallus was much bigger than it actually was, a groan of pleasure was escaping your lips. <<dialogue "Challenger" "I will make you feel good. So relax...">> You begin to feel like his trick is working, you wanted to ruin his plan to make sure he does not win in this challenge. So you mockingly said. <<dialogue "Philtra" "How long do I have to wait? Just tell me once you are inside me.">> You started laughing after saying this, and some from the crowd heard you too. Their laughter was the evidence for it. You turned back at him, and you saw that your plan worked as his eyes turned red in anger. He begins to move, his hips driving into you with a force that borders on brutality, his hands gripping your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. You meet his thrusts with your own, your body a willing participant in this dance of seduction and power. But you know that you must entice and excite him to the extreme and push him to the brink of his control so that he spills his seed before you find your release. You reach back, your hands roaming his body, your nails digging into his thighs, pulling him into you with each thrust. You rise again so that your back is against his chest, and you whisper over your shoulder, your voice a low, sultry purr, words of encouragement and command, pushing him harder, faster, and deeper. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Come on, show me what you've got. This is getting boring.">> He responds with a feral growl, his movements becoming more erratic, his breaths more ragged. You can feel his phallus throbbing inside you, the telltale sign of his impending release. You squeeze your inner muscles, tightening around him, milking him, pushing him over the edge. Despite his efforts to hold on, he spills his seed inside your quim, his body shuddering with the force of his release. He collapses onto the side, his chest heaving, his body slick with sweat. You can feel the warmth of his seed, the evidence of his failure, as it leaks out of your quim, a slow, inevitable drip. But unlike the first challenger, this man has planned for the worst. As he rolls off from the side, his hand darts to his discarded clothes, retrieving a dagger with a swift, practiced motion. He lunges at you, the blade glinting in the soft light, in a desperate attempt to take you with him. You react instinctively, your body a coiled spring of muscle and reflex. You jump on him, trapping his arm beneath you. You maneuvered your body and grappled him so that his arm was the only limb he could use to balance himself with you on top of him. Your weight and his own combined to snap his arm with a sickening crunch. He screams, a high, keening wail of pain, his plan to kill you forgotten in the agony of his broken limb. His lanista steps forward, his face a mask of apology and shame. <<dialogue "Lanista" "Forgive him, my lady. He has disgraced us all with his cowardice and his shameful display.">> He offers you a dagger, the blade sharp and gleaming, a silent promise of a quicker, cleaner end. You look to the dowager queen, seeking her approval, and she nods, a small, almost imperceptible gesture. You take the dagger, your movements fluid and graceful, and approach the man, who lies on the floor, his body writhing in pain. With a swift, decisive motion, you draw the blade across his throat, the sharp edge parting flesh and muscle with ease. He gurgles, a wet, choking rasp, as blood fills his lungs, and then he stills, his eyes wide and unseeing, his life ebbing away in a crimson tide. The crowd reacts with a surge of approval, their cheers a thunderous roar of admiration and respect. You expected disgust and revulsion, but instead, you find yourself the object of their awe and their praise, a warrior and a seductress, a force to be reckoned with. Thais's women move quickly, their movements efficient and practiced, as they take the dead man's body away, cleaning the blood from the floor with swift, economical motions. You take a damp towel, wiping the blood and the men's seed from your skin, and await the next challenger. [[Move on the next challenger|AR114]]

After the second man's death, a tense silence falls over the crowd. The remaining men exchange uneasy glances. You noticed that none of the men are coming forward anymore. but rather, they are gathering with their lanistas and discussing among themselves. The lanistas gather, their voices a low, urgent murmur as they discuss the situation. <<dialogue "Lanista 1" "Some of us have lost our men. It's only fair that Tiberius, as a lanista, appoints one of his own to take up the challenge.">> Tiberius's face darkens with fury, his gaze locked onto Servilia, the source of his anger and humiliation. He knows that she is responsible for this twisted exhibition, this spectacle of sex and death. <<dialogue "Royal Man 1" "This is cheating. Only the visiting lanistas and their gladiators should be allowed to compete. Tiberius is the host.">> You watch with satisfaction as the crowd begins to side with you, their whispers and murmurs a low, approving hum. The lanistas hold firm in their stance, their voices a united front. <<dialogue "Lanista 2" "Tiberius must appoint a challenger from his stock. Either this whore loses this challenge, or one of Tiberius's men dies, just like the others.">> Servilia, seeing the anger in Tiberius's face, calls forward one of the trainers, Verus, her voice a sharp, commanding bark. One of the servants brings in Verus to the chamber. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Verus, come forward and take up Philtra's challenge. You are to satisfy her and finish her before you spill your seeds. Go forward now.">> Servilia cleverly does not tell Verus the downside of losing this challenge. A confused Verus steps forward, his eyes wide with shock as he takes in the scene before him. He looks at you, a mix of confusion and concern etched on his face. You lock eyes with him, a silent, pleading gesture, and shake your head, a subtle 'no.' Verus understands your command, his expression hardening with resolve. He turns to Servilia, his voice steady and clear as he denies her order. <<dialogue "Verus" "No, Master. I will not take part in this challenge.">> The crowd gasps, a collective intake of breath as they witness this unprecedented defiance. Servilia stands stunned, her face a mask of disbelief and fury. She has never been denied or challenged in such a public, humiliating manner. The dowager queen and Lysara exchange a glance, their eyes gleaming with pride and approval. They nod at you, a silent acknowledgment of your influence and your power. But Tiberius, his pride and his dignity in tatters, takes this opportunity to exact his revenge. He calls for Stygos, his voice a low, dangerous growl. The servant again goes out and brings in Stygos as Tiberius requested. You were worried for a moment. Did Tiberius plan to have Stygos take up the challenge against you, and if Stygos loses, do you have to kill him with your hands? You did not want this, you hold your breath and await Tiberius's next words. Stygos enters, his presence a silent, imposing force. He looks at you, his gaze a mix of curiosity and understanding, before turning to Verus. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Stygos, take Verus to the barn.">> You breathe out a sigh of relief. With a nod, Verus follows him out, his back straight, his head held high, a silent testament to his loyalty and his courage. As Verus leaves, you feel a pang of regret, a twist of guilt in your stomach. You wonder if you should have faked your moans, if you should have let Verus win, spared him this punishment. But it is too late now, and the die is cast. Tiberius, his eyes gleaming with malice, calls for Crixus, Servilia's secret lover and the father of her unborn child. You understand his plan, the cruel, twisted logic behind it. Either you lose, or Crixus dies, his life forfeit in this game of power and pride. So, either you lose or Servilia loses, Tiberius will take that as a victory after all that has happened today. Servilia grabs her pregnant stomach, her face a mask of fear and desperation. She knows that her child's father is about to be sacrificed, his life a pawn in this deadly game. You relent, your heart heavy with the weight of your decision. You look to Lysara and the dowager queen, shaking your head, a silent indication of your intent. You will spare Crixus and will lose this challenge on purpose to protect him. Lysara and the dowager queen whisper to each other, their voices a low, private murmur. The dowager queen smiles, a small, almost imperceptible gesture, and nods at you, giving you her approval, her blessing. You smile back, a mix of gratitude and relief in your eyes. You turn to Crixus, who has entered the chamber, his expression a mix of confusion and trepidation. You know that you have made the right choice, that you have done the right thing, even if it means your own humiliation and defeat. [[Lose to Crixus|AR115]]

Tiberius steps forward, his voice a low, commanding growl as he explains the rules of the challenge to Crixus. Crixus listens, his eyes widening with shock and disbelief. Tiberius's hope is clear, he wants you to win and for Crixus to lose his life in the process. Crixus looks to Servilia, who continues to clutch her pregnant stomach, a silent, desperate plea for him to understand her intentions. Then, he turns to you, and you give him a warm, knowing smile, a promise of your plan to lose this challenge, to spare his life. Crixus lets out a sigh of relief, the tension in his shoulders easing, but he still seems hesitant, his steps slow and measured as he approaches you. You meet him halfway, your lips capturing his in a deep, passionate kiss, your hands roaming his body with a slow, deliberate grace. As you undress him, your fingers trace the lines of his muscles, the planes of his chest, and the hard, taut skin of his abdomen. You pause at the cloth wrapped around his arm, the evidence of a cut that was stitched and medicated earlier in the day. You avoid touching it, your fingers gentle and careful, not wanting to disturb the healing process. Crixus kneels between your thighs, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he begins to pleasure you with his tongue and fingers. His touch is skilled and sensual, a dance of pleasure that sends shivers down your spine. You let go of all your defenses, emptying your mind of any thought, focusing solely on the sensations, on reaching your end, on ensuring Crixus's victory and his life. He lays you down and enters you slowly, deliberately, his movements a steady, rhythmic thrust that sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You close your eyes, losing yourself in the sensation, knowing that you are close, that your end is near. Crixus, sensing your impending release, intensifies his movements, his thrusts becoming more powerful and deeper, more demanding, but still maintaining the slow pace. His hands roam your body, massaging your breasts, his fingers and mouth pulling and sucking your nipples with a hunger that is almost feral. He alternates between your breasts, his mouth and hands a relentless, skilled assault on your senses, drawing reactions of "oohs" and "aahs" from the crowd. The crowd's voices grow louder, their moans and whispers of approval and excitement mingling with your own, creating a symphony of pleasure and desire. You can feel their gazes, adding to the intensity of the moment. Crixus continues his relentless assault on your breasts, his mouth and hands never ceasing their skilled, sensual dance. He sucks and pulls at your nipples, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, sending shocks of pleasure straight to your core. You can feel the crowd's eyes on you, their gazes a tangible, electric charge in the air, their voices a low, approving hum. You felt like Crixus spent a lot of time on your breasts, but you quickly dismissed those thoughts and focused on your pleasure. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of pleasure and anticipation, you reach your peak. Your body shudders with the force of your release, your muscles clenching and unclenching, your breath coming in ragged, satisfied gasps. You didn't have to fake it, Crixus had done a good job, satisfying you completely, ensuring his victory and his life. You don't bother dressing, content to lie there, your legs still spread wide, a provocative, unashamed display of your confidence. The crowd applauds, their cheers a thunderous roar of approval, impressed by Crixus's performance, convinced that no one else could have satisfied you. The dowager queen steps forward, presenting the blood-soaked sword with which you killed the other two men. Crixus accepts it with a fake smile and a gracious nod before handing it over to Tiberius and leaving the chamber. Thais announces the end of the exhibition, her voice a sultry, satisfied purr as she thanks everyone for attending. As the crowd disperses, you slowly rise, your movements fluid and graceful. You look for those clothes that Vespasian removed from your body, the ones that Servilia stopped you from wearing again, you eventually find them, and you dress in them again after what feels like hours of being naked. You notice Tiberius, his face a mask of fury as he chews out Servilia, his voice a low, angry growl, blaming her for this mess, for this humiliation. But you don't dwell on it, your mind is already focused on what comes next. [[Speak with Lysara and the dowager queen|AR116]]

After all of that, You walk to the dowager queen, who is laughing and speaking with Lysara, her eyes gleaming with amusement and satisfaction. She turns to you, her voice a low, approving purr. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "You were impressive, Philtra. I discussed this with Lysara, and we have decided that we would like to hire your services. I have very important business coming up soon, and you are just the kind of person who would be able to fulfill my requirements.">> You bow your head, a mix of gratitude and ambition in your eyes. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It would be an honor to serve you, my queen.">> You thought to yourself, Ares himself wanted you to lead his army, and coveting the queen's favor is one way of earning your freedom and eventually getting a place in Olympia's army. As you stood there, your mind raced with thoughts of the future, of Mnemonides, and of your mission to kill him, and also eventually of Themyscira, where you wanted to go once you had your freedom. You continued to think about these challenges and opportunities that lie ahead. Lysara notices that you are lost in thought and interrupts your reverie, she clears her throat to grab your attention. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Ahem… ahem… Would you like to join us right now and go back to the palace?">> You snap back to the present, remembering Verus, the man who had shown you loyalty and courage. You shake your head, a small, regretful smile playing on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I would love to... but no, I am tired and need to tie up some loose ends here. I will make my way to the palace the next morning, if... that is ok with you?">> The dowager queen nods, her expression a mix of understanding and approval. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Very well. I will speak with Tiberius about this.">> She walks over to Tiberius, Lysara by her side, leaving you to your thoughts. You take this opportunity to slip away, making your way back to the barn, where Verus is likely to be tied up by Stygos. As you walk out of the chamber, Servilia steps into your path, her hand raised, a sharp, stinging slap landing on your cheek. The blow does not hurt you, but it enrages you, a red-hot flare of anger and humiliation. You control it, knowing that better days are yet to come, that Kaelen and Klytemnaestra are your path to freedom and power. Servilia takes another step towards you, her eyes gleaming with malice. But her advance is halted by the sound of the dowager queen's voice from inside the chamber, addressing Tiberius. You both listen, your breaths held, your ears straining to catch every word. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Tiberius, it was a good showing today, congratulations... I wanted to talk to you about something important. I want to request the services of Philtra for a few full moons' time. She is expected to accompany me on some important tasks.">> Tiberius agrees, his voice a low, reluctant growl. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "I do not wish to sell Philtra to anyone entirely, as I have big dreams for her to become the most famous gladiatrix around in this business, but I will allow her to be taken by you for a short term, just as you requested. How could I refuse...">> He laughed jokingly to hide his real feelings of hatred he felt towards the queen. Klytemnaestra tests the waters, her voice a careful, probing question.<<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "And if the polis needed Philtra to be permanently employed in the palace?">> Tiberius dodges the question, his words a careful, diplomatic dance. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "I would never stand in the way if it is for the betterment of the polis. But I doubt Philtra can play any significant role in any major event. Lysara here... is known for her cunning, and when she is available, Philtra might not be needed, as Lysara is more clever and crafty than Philtra.">> You understand the subtext, the unspoken power play between Klytemnaestra and Tiberius. If the dowager queen insisted on getting you out still, that would be disrespectful to Lysara, who has dedicated her life to the queen. Klytemnaestra relented, her voice betraying her disappointment in Tiberius outmaneuvering her in this conversation. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Ah... yes, Lysara is crafty. Anyway, take good care of Philtra and make sure there is not a single scratch on her. I know you are her master, and you can do as you please with her, but she needs to be healthy, unharmed, and well fed until I am done with her. Is that clear?">> Tiberius agrees, his voice a low, grudging acknowledgment. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "As you wish, my queen.">> With that, Klytemnaestra and Lysara thank Tiberius for hosting the wonderful exhibition and leave. You know that Klytemnaestra has just saved you, her instructions to Tiberius a clear sign of protection and favor. You look over at Servilia, your eyes meeting hers in a silent, defiant stare. She knows that you are untouchable now, that any harm she inflicts on you will be met with Tiberius's wrath. Her words are a low, venomous hiss as she leans in close, her breath hot on your skin. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Do not gloat too soon, whore. She only talked about not hurting you. I do not need to hurt you, I want to humiliate you. Before my child is born, I will make sure that you are tasted and used by everyone in this ludus and eventually many men in Olympia itself, making sure that you are known only as a whore and not as a gladiatrix or a warrior, no matter what you achieve in your miserable life.">> With that, she turns and leaves, her words a lingering, poisonous cloud in the air. But you are unfazed, you knew you had bigger things coming up for you, and with Ares by your side, you can always overcome the reputational damage done by Servilia in the future. You continue your walk to the barn, your steps steady and sure. [[On your way to the barn|AR117]]

As you make your way back to the barn, you pass by Tiberius's chambers, a fleeting glance revealing an unexpected sight. Antistia is alone in the room, her shoulders shaking with sobs, something clutched tightly in her palm. Concerned, you approach her. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Antistia, are you hurt?">> She startles, quickly hiding whatever she holds and wiping away her tears with a swift, nervous motion. Her voice is a shaky whisper as she tries to dismiss your concern. <<dialogue "Antistia" "I am fine. I... I need to go, I am needed elsewhere.">> You stop her, your hand on her arm, a firm but gentle restraint. You wrestle the item from her palm, revealing a tiny, gleaming dagger. Understanding dawns on you, a mix of sympathy and concern in your eyes. Antistia, caught red-handed, hugs you tightly, her body wracked with sobs. You console her, your voice a soothing, steady purr. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Shh, it's alright. Do not do anything foolish. Tiberius's days are numbered. Trust me.">> You pull back, looking into her tear-streaked face, your expression serious and intent. <<dialogue "Philtra" "There is a way for you to get away from him. Start nudging Tiberius towards using me for his sexual release rather than you.">> Antistia's eyes widen in shock, her face throwing arrows of disgust at you. <<dialogue "Antistia" "Philtra, are you in love with Tiberius? Are you out of your mind?">> You laugh, a low, amused sound, shaking your head in denial. <<dialogue "Philtra" "No, I am not. I believe I can tolerate the sexual advances of men a lot more than any other woman. By now, I am used to all this.">> Antistia looks at you with newfound admiration. She said with gratitude. <<dialogue "Antistia" "Thank you. Even though, if there was any other way, I would take that. But since there is no other way, I will do as you suggested. I will try to nudge Tiberius towards you and away from myself slowly. If this works, I will eternally indebted to you.">> She confesses her struggles, looking into the distance.<<dialogue "Antistia" "My relationship with Priscus is strained. He knows about Tiberius, and he has not been himself since Tetraites's death.">> You reassure her with your words in an attempt to give her hope. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Things will change, Antistia. Once they do, there is still a chance for you and Priscus to be married and have a happy life away from lanistas and gladiatorial arenas.">> Antistia laughs, a bitter, skeptical and disbelieving sound. <<dialogue "Antistia" "Do not make promises you cannot keep, Philtra.">> You hand the tiny dagger back to her, a silent trust and understanding passing between you. She thanks you again, her voice a soft, grateful whisper, before turning to continue with her duties. <<dialogue "Antistia" "Thank you.">> You watch her go, knowing that you helped her at least a little bit and eased her suffering, before continuing your walk towards the barn, knowing that Tiberius must already be there, doling out the punishment. [[Rush to the barn|AR118]]

As you rush towards the barn, the darkness envelops you, the only light coming from the faint glow of the moon. You eventually reached the training grounds, with the barn in sight. While near the door to the training area, suddenly, someone jumps on you, surprising you with their sudden appearance. A man grabs your arm, holding it above your head with one hand, while the other loosens your top, letting it fall to the ground, exposing your breasts to the cool night air. You struggle to see the face in the dark, but the touch is familiar, a sense of recognition stirring within you. The man starts sucking your breasts eagerly, his mouth and tongue displaying the man's thirst. You seize the opportunity, kicking him hard in the stomach, which loosens his grip on your arms. Once your arms are free, you punch the attacker, sending him rolling in the sand. The moonlight eventually falls on his face, revealing his identity. You are shocked to realize that it is Crixus. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Crixus, are you out of your mind? Why would you do such a shameful thing?">> You quickly put your dress back on as Crixus shakes his head, snapping himself out of a trance. Once back to his senses, he kneels and profusely apologizes to you for attacking you. <<dialogue "Crixus" "I did not mean.... Oh, I am so sorry. I do not know what came over me. Please forgive me.">> You continue to question him on why he did this. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Explain yourself. Why did you attack me?">> Crixus slowly shows you his right arm, which is bandaged, and reminds you that he was injured in a training session and had a cut in that place, which was stitched and slightly bleeding till the evening. <<dialogue "Crixus" "I was injured in a training session, and I had a cut on my arm. It was stitched and slightly bleeding till the evening. You saw this too, and I know you remember this cut.">> You are worried about where this conversation is going. Crixus then slowly removes the bandage cloth to reveal to you his smooth skin, no cut, no stitches, no blood. You close your eyes in shame, knowing you had completely forgotten about this. You think back to Servilia's exhibition just a few hours ago when Crixus was having sex with you, and you let go of all your defenses, forgetfully allowing Crixus to suck your breasts and eventually drink your milk, revealing your secret unintentionally. Crixus asks you to explain it. <<dialogue "Crixus" "Explain this to me. Why are you able to produce milk when it is quite obvious that you are not pregnant? And why does your milk have the power to heal unlike the milk of any other woman?">> You know you cannot lie your way out of this and relent, giving Crixus only enough information to satisfy his curiosity. You made sure to maintain the anger in your tone and words. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I was blessed by the gods to be able to heal with my milk. That is all you need to know.">> You knew you had to guilt-trip Crixus for you to get out of this situation, thus, you continue. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Why did you attack me instead of just asking me this question? This behavior is very unlike you. I believed you to be an honorable man, and today you have proven me wrong.">> As you expected, Crixus is embarrassed and apologizes again to you. <<dialogue "Crixus" "I am sorry... It is just that it was... your milk was intoxicating and addictive. I just wanted more. I could not contain myself. I am ashamed of what I did, and I apologize again.">>You realize that Ares hid the fact that your milk is addictive to anyone who has consumed it. You realize that this would be a problem in the long run but resort to resolving the short-term problem of Crixus knowing the truth. You then quickly pounce on Crixus's vulnerable state and continue to corner him. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What you did just now... this is why I kept my power a secret from everyone. Promise me that you will keep my secret. You know you owe me this respect.">> Crixus did not hesitate. <<dialogue "Crixus" "Of course! I promise I won't say a word of this to anyone. But I do have to ask... Which god blessed you with this power? And how long have you had this ability? and why...">> You cut him off, knowing that these are valid questions, but giving the answers to them is the tough part. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Just stop it, Crixus! I have not forgiven you for shamefully attacking me. This is not the time for you to ask these questions. Why do you think I owe these answers to you after what you did to me?">> His head hung low hearing those words. You storm off, making sure you do not have to answer any further questions, leaving Crixus behind, his apology hanging in the air. [[Get away from Crixus|AR119]]

As you rush towards the barn, the sounds of grunts and the crack of the whip echo through the night. You peer in, your heart pounding with fear. Just as you expected, Tiberius is taking out his anger on Verus, the lash of the whip a brutal symphony of pain and fury. You instinctively decide to go in and stop this, but a hand grabs you, pulling you back. You are about to scream, but a strong hand covers your mouth, stifling your cries. You are dragged a few feet away, and in the moonlight, you see who it is... Stygos. He was the one tasked with bringing Verus to the barn, and you completely trust him, so you do not fight him. Eventually, once you are calm and away from Tiberius, Stygos removes his hand from your mouth and shushes you. He starts to gesture with his hands and facial expressions, his eyes intense and urgent. Stygos raises a trembling hand and slashes it across his own throat in warning, shaking his head violently. He jabs a finger toward the barn doors, then presses both palms against his temples, twisting his face into a mask of wild, distorted rage... eyes rolling, mouth pulled wide, a grotesque mimicry of madness. His hand then shoots outward, pointing squarely at Tiberius inside the barn. He strikes his own chest twice with a fist, then whirls his hands like a storm about his head, embodying frenzy, a sign everyone would have understood as the touch of Dionysus. You clearly understand what Stygos is implying and spell it out. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Do not enter. Tiberius has fallen into madness.">> Stygos nods, hearing these words from you, to indicate that you are right and correctly understood his gestures. He then takes you along the small walls of the barn, still outside the barn, but close enough to hear what is being said inside. All you can hear are grunts from Tiberius and stifled screams from Verus, from which you understand that Verus's mouth is filled with a cloth to stifle his screams after the whips. Stygos nods and gestures the same, that Verus's mouth is filled with a cloth, and points at himself, implying that he was the one to do that, probably under Tiberius's instructions. You nod and continue to listen. As you and Stygos listen from outside the barn, Tiberius's voice echoes through the night, a mix of rage and madness. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "You think you can impregnate my wife and get away with it, Verus? You are a dead man. I will kill the child as soon as it is born.">> You and Stygos exchange a confused glance, both of you knowing that Crixus is the father to Servilia's child, not Verus. Verus and Servilia rarely interacted, and this accusation seems baseless. Tiberius continues, his voice a low, menacing growl, interspersed with the crack of the whip. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "You do not deserve to live, Verus. I hoped that Philtra would kill you in the exhibition, but that whore failed me too.">> You feel a pang of anger at his words, but you remain silent, listening intently. It is clear that Tiberius's madness has gotten worse. You had hoped that he would recover with better times or good fortune, but today's events seem to have pushed him over the edge, causing him to confuse Verus with Crixus. Tiberius, tired from his frenzied lashing, finally stops and leans against the wall, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He speaks to Verus, his voice a chilling promise. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "I will wait until the child is born, Verus. Then, I will kill your child in front of you. And once you feel that pain, I will kill you too.">> With that, a tired Tiberius leaves the barn, his whip in hand, making his way back to his chambers. You and Stygos wait a moment before making your way towards Verus from behind. As you see, Verus, your breath catches in your throat. His back has been torn to shreds, with barely any flesh left, and the bones and blood are visible beneath the skin. Surprisingly, you find yourself aroused by the sight, your quim dripping with juices. Stygos quickly moves towards Verus, removing the cloth from his mouth and checking for a pulse. You, however, are captivated by the artistry of the blood splatter on the walls and ceiling, realizing that it was caused by the whip's arc before it struck Verus. You snap out of your trance, realizing that Ares's influence is growing stronger within you. You approach Verus, looking into his face, which is contorted with excruciating pain. You ponder your next move, considering two options: letting Verus drink directly from your breasts, which might save him, or having Stygos fetch an askos, a waterskin kept by Tiberius for his travels, to fill with your milk for Verus to drink. You decide that you do not mind revealing your secret to Stygos and Verus, as they have both earned your trust through their actions. [[Directly feed Verus|AR120]] [[Feed Verus via the waterskin|AR121]]

You decide there is no time to waste and opt to feed Verus your milk directly to heal him. You go to the front of Verus and ask if he can speak. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Verus, can you hear me? Wake up!">> He seems a bit out of it. Stygos crouches beside you, his eyes following yours to the broken form of Verus, bound and bloodied. Slowly, he touches two fingers to his own arm, dragging them as though tracing the lashes carved into the man’s flesh. His gaze tightens in sympathy, then softens as he exhales, miming a sigh of relief. He reaches into his pouch and lets you glimpse a bundle of crushed leaves, their scent sharp and bitter. With deliberate slowness, he presses his fingers to his lips, then lays the same hand gently upon his own chest, an intimate gesture of soothing. Next, he pretends to grind invisible herbs in his palm, then tips his hand as though pouring powder into an unseen mouth. When his mime is done, he leans his head to one side, eyes drifting closed, and lets his body slacken. The rigid pain he had feigned earlier melts into a stillness that looks almost serene. His gaze flicks back to you, steady and seeking your understanding. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The herbs ease him. His hurt is dulled. So... You gave him the herbs before you tied him up?">> Stygos nods, indicating you are right. You then move Verus's head around and call out to him to wake him up a bit. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Verus? I am going to help you, trust me.">> You quickly undo your dress, shocking Stygos, who does not understand why you are getting naked. Stygos moves away from you and Verus, looking at you from behind Verus, not understanding what is happening. You open Verus's mouth with your fingers and bring his mouth to your breast, and in a while, Verus's natural instinct kicks in, and he begins to suck, drinking your milk. Stygos stumbles in shock and falls as he watches Verus's fatal wounds slowly heal right in front of his eyes. You quickly decide to stop, knowing that fully healing Verus will raise some questions. But as you pull away, the rejuvenated Verus is addicted to your milk and bites down on the retreating breast, drawing blood and leaving a cut on your skin. As you wince in pain, with your breast stuck between Verus's teeth, Stygos quickly gets up and helps in prying Verus's jaws open, releasing your breast. You get away from Verus and then thank Stygos and dress up again. You want to explain your powers to Stygos and begin to speak, but he puts his palm to your mouth and slightly shakes his head, indicating that he does not want to know the source of your power. Stygos gestures a thank you to you for healing Verus. You then walk towards Verus's back and look at his back, seeing that most of the fatal damage is now cured, but there are still fresh open wounds from Tiberius's lashes. You breathe a sigh of relief, knowing you stopped feeding Verus just in time. You thank Stygos again, knowing you now have an unbreakable bond, and make your way back to the house as Stygos, who also leaves the barn, nods. On the way back, you are curious about how far your powers can go and wonder if you can heal yourself with your milk. You decide to get the askos from Tiberius's chamber and store some to see if your own milk can heal the recent bite mark left by Verus. You also think to yourself that even though Stygos now knows the truth, it is unlikely that Verus remembers anything considering his state. You make your way to Tiberius's chamber. Tiberius is in his bed, you sneak in and start fumbling around looking for that askos. You eventually find the askos but accidentally drop it, making some noise and waking up Tiberius, who is startled to find you there. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Philtra, what are you doing here?">> You quickly think of a way to escape and say, <<dialogue "Philtra" "Antistia sent me to pleasure you, master.">> You seductively undress and move towards Tiberius. But Tiberius is uninterested and asks you to leave angrily and goes back to his bed. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "I am not in the mood. Leave me be.">> While Tiberius has his back turned, you quickly grab the askos, dress up again, and run out to a secluded corner in the courtyard where no one is there and no one can see anything in the dark. You untie the askos and open the mouth of the askos just enough to be big enough for your nipples to be enveloped by it. You then start squeezing your breast for your milk to be directly released into the askos. Once the askos is completely filled, you excitedly drink some of your own milk. You feel like your milk has a sweet, honey-like richness, reminiscent of nectar, and is also a bit sweet and fragrant. As you look at the milk, you realize that it transcends mortal milk, with a subtle, ethereal glow and a taste that shifts subtly... starting creamy and warm, then sparking with a tingling, faint pulse of divine power. It leaves a lingering sensation of vitality, a warmth, reflecting its life-giving properties. You are intrigued by this, but you do not feel addicted to the milk at all. You look down at your breast and see that the bite mark is immediately healed. You are so happy to see this and are astonished by the implications of this. No matter how hurt you get, with your milk, you can always heal yourself, or at least that is what you assume. With this happy ending, you go to sleep looking forward to the next day. [[The next day|AR122]]

You decide that it is best to fill the askos with your milk and only feed some of it to Verus, healing him enough so that he does not die but still has some wounds open in his back to arouse any suspicion. You ask Stygos to get the askos from Tiberius's chamber. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Stygos, I need a favor. Can you please fetch me the askos from Tiberius's chamber? ah... without his knowledge, of course.">> Stygos is initially confused about why you want that but nods and runs to get it. While waiting, you take some time to enjoy yourself in the carnage that Tiberius left. You walk behind Verus and look at all the blood. You revel in the look and smell of all this blood. You cannot contain your arousal any longer. Knowing you have to be quick, you quickly undress and begin to touch your quim, starting to finger yourself. The barn is filled with your moans as you pleasure yourself and roll around in the blood behind Verus. You imagine Ares's phallus entering your quim, even though you know it is not real. You close your eyes and enjoy the imaginary phallus of Ares. You think back to that time when Ares took your virginity and how good it felt. You remember the day vividly. It was the eclipse. Ares stood behind you. His eyes, fierce and passionate, locked onto your quim as you were bent over and chained. His hands, rough and calloused from wielding his weapons, enjoying the softness of your body. Your body responded instantly, your nipples hardening and your quim growing wet with anticipation. Ares's hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and contour. His eyes roamed over your body, taking in every inch of your skin, and you felt a flush of embarrassment and excitement. You remembered him cupping your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. Ares then entered you slowly from behind, inch by inch, filling you completely. You gasped, your body stretching to accommodate his size, and he began to move, his hips thrusting against yours in a rhythm as old as time itself. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he pounded into you, his phallus hitting that sweet spot inside you with every stroke. You could feel your orgasm building, your body coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust. Eventually, your body shattered into a million pieces as waves of pleasure washed over you. He followed soon after, his phallus pulsing inside you as he spilled his seed, marking you as his. You came back to the present, your body trembling with the force of your memories. You imagined Ares's phallus entering you again, filling you, stretching you, and you cried out, your body convulsing with the intensity of your release. You felt Ares's divine seed inside you, just like the day when you lost your virginity to him. You stood up, knowing none of what you felt was real, but you were satisfied nonetheless. You did not bother dressing back up and forgot yourself as you were still admiring the blood. Stygos eventually arrives back at the barn with the askos. You still do not cover up and walk towards Stygos, getting the askos from him. Stygos is shocked and confused to see you completely naked, and you know that Stygos must have noticed Verus's blood on you, and you know that Stygos must have noticed your juices dripping from your quim and down your legs. You are proud to show off and casually spread your legs to give Stygos a good view of your quim as you untie the askos and open the mouth of the askos just enough to be big enough for your nipples. You then start squeezing your breast for your milk to be directly released into the askos. Once the askos is completely filled, you, still naked, walk to Verus and start nursing your milk in the askos onto Verus by opening his mouth and pouring the milk little by little. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Drink, Verus. This will heal you.">> Stygos, who is confused by all this, watches from behind Verus. As Verus starts to consume the milk, Stygos falls back in shock as he sees Verus's fatal wounds heal right in front of his eyes. Seeing Stygos's reaction, you know the healing has happened and stop, pulling the askos away from Verus's mouth. Verus, now addicted, starts biting into the askos, not wanting to let it go. You struggle to pry the askos away from Verus, and eventually, Verus lets go for a quick moment and bites down again, but this time, instead of the askos, Verus bites into your palm, which is holding the askos. You wince in pain and begin to attempt to wrestle your palm free from Verus's bite. Stygos, looking at this, quickly runs over to you and helps pry Verus's mouth open to free your hand. Once free, you realize that your hand is bleeding. Without hesitation, you take a swig of your own milk, hoping it will also heal your own wounds. <<dialogue "Philtra" "This should heal me as well... hopefully.">> You feel like your milk has a sweet, honey-like richness, reminiscent of nectar, and is also a bit sweet and fragrant. You took a look at it, and the milk looks like it transcends mortal milk, with a subtle, ethereal glow and a taste that shifts subtly... starting creamy and warm, then sparking with a tingling, faint pulse of divine power. It leaves a lingering sensation of vitality, a warmth, reflecting its life-giving properties. You are intrigued by this, but you do not feel addicted to the milk at all. You look down at your palm, and just as expected, it is completely healed. You thank Stygos for helping you and want to explain your powers to Stygos and begin to speak, but Stygos puts his palm to your mouth and slightly shakes his head, indicating that he does not want to know the source of your power. Stygos gestures a thank you to you for healing Verus. You then walk towards Verus's back and look at his back, seeing that most of the fatal damage is now cured, but there are still fresh open wounds from Tiberius's lashes. You breathe a sigh of relief, knowing you stopped feeding Verus just in time. You thank Stygos again, knowing you now have an unbreakable bond, and finally dress back up and make your way back to the house as Stygos, who also leaves the barn, nods. On your way back to the house, you are so happy to see this trick worked and that it is reliable and are astonished by the implications of this. No matter how hurt you get, with your milk, you can always heal yourself, or at least that is what you assume. With this happy ending, you go to sleep looking forward to the next day. [[The next day|AR122]]

The morning light filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow on the chamber as you awoke, your body still aching from the previous night's encounter. Today was different, instead of the usual training routine, you had a summons to the palace. You rose from the bed, your mind already racing with the thoughts of your purpose with the dowager queen. After a quick bath, you stood against the wall, your chiton draped over your body, the cool fabric a stark contrast to the warmth of the room. As you adjusted the fabric, Tiberius entered, his eyes betraying his confusion. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Are you ready for the gladiatorial event today? Remember, do not get hurt. Servilia's exhibition must run smoothly later tonight.">> You blinked, taken aback by his words. Gladiatorial event? Servilia's exhibition? You quickly dressed, your mind racing, trying to make sense of his words. You bent down, pretending to pick up a comb from the floor, buying yourself a moment to gather your thoughts. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Master, the event was yesterday. I won. And Servilia's exhibition... it was a success.">> You couldn't help but add a touch of sarcasm to your tone, knowing full well that Servilia's performance had been a disaster in Tiberius's eyes. Tiberius's brow furrowed, a look of disbelief crossing his features. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Are you sure? I could have sworn it was today.">> You watched in shock as Tiberius's gaze drifted past you, his eyes wide open but unseeing, as if he were looking right through you. It dawned on you then, the realization hitting you like a physical blow. Tiberius was speaking to the wall, his mind lost in a fog of confusion and forgetfulness. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. This was uncharted territory, a situation you were ill-equipped to handle. You turned to the servant, who was respectfully standing outside, your voice steady despite the turmoil within you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Could you please inform my master that Servilia will have more details about the event?">> The servant bowed and rushed in, his presence a welcome distraction. You seized the opportunity, your voice low and urgent. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Master, may I train with Verus today?">> Tiberius waved a dismissive hand, his mind clearly elsewhere. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Yes, yes. Whatever you wish.">> You whispered to the servant, your instructions clear, and you took on a bit of a commanding tone to convince the servant. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Release Verus from the barn. Tiberius ordered it.">> The servant bowed and left, his steps quick and efficient. You slipped out of the chamber, your heart pounding in your chest, the weight of your actions settling heavily on your shoulders. You made your way to the barn. As you approached, you saw Verus standing there, his wrists rubbed raw from the ropes that had bound him. He looked up as you entered, with relief and gratitude in his eyes. You asked. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Are you better today?">> Verus responded with a smile<<dialogue "Verus" "Yes, much better. I guess, I have you to thank for that.">> You nodded, your expression serious, worried about his gratitude. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Why are you thanking me for? You got into this mess because of me. I should be apologizing to you.">> Verus rubbed his wrists, a small smile playing on his lips. <<dialogue "Verus" "And I am not a fool. I know what happened last night. Your secret is safe with me.">> You stared at him, your eyes wide with surprise. He remembered. He remembered the milk. You took a deep breath, pushing the thought aside, focusing on the present. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Perhaps you should wear something to cover your back. Tiberius is... unpredictable.">> Verus's brow furrowed, a look of confusion crossing his features. <<dialogue "Verus" "But I thought Tiberius sent that servant to release me.">> You shook your head, a small, sad smile playing on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It is only half true, Verus. Tiberius is having issues with his memory. I realized this and... manipulated him to release you. Please, keep a low profile. Do not run into Tiberius or Servilia.">> Verus nodded, his expression serious. <<dialogue "Verus" "I understand. Thank you, for everything.">> He turned and left, his steps slow and measured, his mind clearly elsewhere. You watched him go, a sense of unease settling in the pit of your stomach. This was a dangerous game you were playing, a web of deceit and manipulation that you were weaving with your own hands. But you had no choice, you did what you had to do. [[Go to the palace|AR123]]

On your way out of the ludus, you run into Servilia, who you thought would be distraught after yesterday's events, but Servilia has a smug smile on her face. Servilia has two guards around her, who you thought would be sent to accompany you to the palace, but Servilia warmly greets you, and you both know the malice that Servilia holds against you. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Philtra, my dear. There is a horse waiting for you outside. You can ride it to the palace. Have a safe journey!">> You are surprised by this, as a slave, you would never have been allowed to just go out without guards overseeing your every move. Was Servilia hoping for an incident to happen? You wonder. You graciously greet and mirror Servilia's act. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Servilia. I appreciate your kindness.">> You begin to move out of that tight corridor. As you cross Servilia, the two guards grab you and hold you against the wall. You let the two guards hold you, you do not intend on fighting back and are surprised by this sudden change in demeanor. Servilia then closes in on you, once you are securely held. Servilia laughed and said. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Did you actually believe it would be that easy?">> You do not respond and hold your eyes fixated on Servilia's eyes, showing defiance. Servilia runs her hand all over you, her touch lingering and possessive. She leans in close, her breath hot on your ear as she whispers,<<dialogue "Servilia" "I could have both these guards take you right here and now. They're quite skilled, you know. But I have bigger plans for you.">> Servilia's hands roam over your body, squeezing and groping, leaving no inch untouched. She grabs your breasts, kneading them roughly, and you can feel your nipples hardening despite yourself. Servilia notices and smirks, pinching your nipples hard, making you flinch in pain and pleasure. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Mmm, sensitive, aren't we? I bet you'd like that, a few round with these guards.">> You knew she wanted you to flinch in pain and get a reaction out of you, and thus you gave her that so as to get this over with. Satisfied by your reaction, Servilia lets go and tells you. <<dialogue "Servilia" "I have friends in high places, Philtra. Remember my promise... You will only be known as a whore, no matter what you accomplish.">> Once Servilia is satisfied about displaying her dominance over you, Servilia signals the guards to let you go, and they do. You put your clothes back on again and quickly make your way out, knowing if you were there for longer, you might lose control and kill Servilia, which would also kill your plans to get your freedom and make a clean exit. So, you walk away knowing patience is the key to victory here. On your way out, you see Crixus noticing the exchange between you and Servilia from afar. You are still angry and do not bother speaking with him and continue on your way to the horse. You then get on the horse and begin your journey alone to the palace. [[Take the horse for a ride through the polis|AR124]]

You take the horse, and make sure you also take the askos that was refilled with your milk the previous night. The ride out is enjoyable, and it gives you a nostalgic view of how life was before your parents died and you were being held captive and sold as a slave to Tiberius. You take a detour and ride the horse to the sanctuary grove where you used to play with Seraphina and Kaelen. You feel like nothing has changed after all this time, it all still looks and feels the same. As you dismount and walk through the grove, memories flood back. You remember the laughter, the games, and the simple joys of childhood. You sit on a familiar rock, the one where you and Seraphina used to sit and watch the sun set. You close your eyes, and for a moment, you can almost hear their voices and see their smiles. But the moment is broken by the reality of your current situation. You stand up, resolve hardening in your heart. You are no longer that innocent girl, you are a warrior, and you have a mission. You then make your way to your home, or what was previously your home, where you and your parents used to live. You find out that a new family has moved in to that home now, you realize that the home belongs to this polis once the occupants of the home are dead or moved out, and some administrator in this polis must have sold it to this new family. Even though this makes you upset, you slowly come to terms with the fact that both your parents are indeed dead, and you have to learn to move on from them and forge your own path. As you stand outside your old home, you see a woman hanging laundry, her children playing nearby. You watch them for a moment, a mix of sadness and envy in your heart. You turn away, knowing that dwelling on the past will only hold you back. You mount your horse and ride off, determined to focus on the future. To clear your mind, you gallop through the streets, startling the nearby shopkeepers and their customers. You get a kick out of it and start laughing and enjoying it. Seeing all this rejuvenates your motive to be a free woman again. The quest to lead Ares's army can wait a bit longer. You intend to do a lot of activities that you used to do once you get your freedom. You begin to create a wish list of these things for when the time comes. You realize you are taking too long and might end up in trouble if you do not make it to the palace in time. So, you buck the horse and gallop towards the palace, the wind whipping through your hair, a sense of freedom and purpose filling your heart. You are Philtra, and you will not be defined by your past or your captors. You will forge your own destiny, no matter the cost. As you ride, you think about all the things you want to do once you are free. You want to explore the open lands, see the great poleis, and maybe even find a place to call your own. You want to learn new skills, maybe become a healer, like your mother, it is just that you have a different way of healing wounds. And most of all, you want to be with someone who loves you for who you are, not for what you can do for them. You arrive at the palace, your heart pounding with excitement. You dismount and hand the reins to a stable boy, thanking him with a smile. As you walk towards the entrance, you take a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever lies ahead. [[Meet back up with the dowager queen|AR125]]

At the entrance of the palace, you are greeted by the king, Basileos, himself. Basileos greets you warmly, his eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and respect. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Welcome, Philtra. I was expecting you sooner. I will take you to my mother.">> You are surprised to be received by the king and respectfully ask him why he is receiving you instead of sending someone else. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, why are you receiving me personally? Shouldn't you have someone else do this?">> Basileos smiles, a knowing glint in his eyes. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I know why my mother invited you to the palace and what she wants to discuss. I will talk to you about the plan once you are done speaking with her.">> You are confused at first as to why Basileos wants to go behind his mother's back but do not voice your concern and graciously agree to meet him after discussing it with his mother. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Of course, Your Majesty. I will be happy to discuss it with you afterward.">> As Basileos takes you to his mother's chamber, he discusses your parents' death and your enslavement. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I heard about your parents, Philtra. It is a tragic story. And your enslavement... it must be difficult.">> You are surprised that Basileos took notice and asked if he knows if your parents were given a proper funeral. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, do you know if my parents were given a proper funeral?">> Basileos's expression darkens slightly. <<dialogue "Basileos" "They were not, Philtra. I wish I could say otherwise and put your mind to rest, but no... Mnemonides disposed of their bodies unceremoniously.">> He then asks if your masters in the Tiberius household are treating you well. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Are your masters in the Tiberius household treating you well?">>You wonder why Basileos is asking you all these kinds of questions but answer in anger. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am being treated how every other slave is treated by their masters in this polis.">> Basileos nods, a thoughtful expression on his face. <<dialogue "Basileos" "On another day, we need to have a longer conversation about this.">> You get a sneaky feeling that something big is about to happen, because all of a sudden, you are getting attention from both the dowager queen and the young king too. You also get a feeling that you have a bigger role to play in this game than just being a gladiatrix and being a sex object for Servilia, and the realization slowly dawns on you. If Ares was able to recruit you during the eclipse, then other gods might have descended to the mortal realm too, and they also might have recruited some of the mortals for their cause. You wonder if the dowager queen and king were also recruited by some god. Eventually, you and Basileos reach the dowager queen's chamber. While Basileos waits a few feet away, you make your way closer as you begin to hear interesting noises. When you look inside the chambers, you see the naked Mnemonides on top, pounding into the dowager queen. You are surprised to see this and take a step back, accidentally backing into Basileos, who is now standing right behind you. Basileos gently grabs your hips from behind and asks you to look carefully at how his mother moved. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Look carefully, Philtra. See how my mother moves. Do you notice anything unique here?">> You are disgusted at first, wondering why Basileos is not only watching but also keenly observing how good his mother is at this sex act. You do not know how to answer Basileos and do as he says. You keenly watch the movements of the dowager queen in the throes of passion. Quickly, you realize what Basileos wanted you to see, and you say, with a lot of stuttering and hesitation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The queen is moving just like...">> and trail off in embarrassment. Basileos then closes what small gap there was between you and pulls you in while both your eyes are fixed on Mnemonides and the dowager queen. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Go on... complete that thought. Say it out loud.">> You did. <<dialogue "Philtra" "She is moving just like I did last night... during Servilia's exhibition.">> You ask the obvious question. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Were you there attending the exhibition, Your Majesty?">> He chuckled. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Would you have preferred for me to have attended that exhibition?">> You do not know how to respond. As you watch the act between Mnemonides and the dowager queen, you notice slight changes in the path of the sunlight and the shadows cast around a hole on the other side of the chamber. You excuse yourself away from Basileos and make your way quickly and quietly around the chamber to see what it is, and you struggle to withhold your chuckles as you see Vespasian, who is watching Mnemonides and the dowager queen through that hole and stroking his own phallus with his hands and bucking his hips, not noticing you watching him. When you return, Basileos is gone. You look around to find him, but he is nowhere to be seen. You continue to watch Mnemonides and the dowager queen, your breath hitching as you observe their intense and passionate encounter. Mnemonides, his muscular body glistening with sweat, thrusts his phallus into the dowager queen with a ferocity that leaves you both captivated and slightly uncomfortable. The queen's moans fill the chamber, a symphony of pleasure and submission. Her legs are wrapped tightly around Mnemonides' waist, her nails digging into his back as she urges him deeper. Mnemonides complies, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the room. The queen's breasts heave with each breath, her nipples hard and erect, begging for attention. Mnemonides leans down, capturing one in his mouth, sucking and biting until the queen cries out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Mnemonides redoubles his efforts, his body tensing as he nears his climax. The queen meets him thrust for thrust, her own orgasm building, her inner muscles clenching around his phallus. With a final, powerful thrust, Mnemonides spills his seeds deep inside her quim, his body shuddering with release. The queen follows soon after, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over her. As the intensity of their passion subsides, Mnemonides pulls his phallus out, still semi-erect and glistening with their combined fluids. The queen lies back, her legs still spread wide, her chest heaving as she tries to regain her breath. Mnemonides quickly gets up and begins to dress, his movements efficient and practiced. You figure out that he is about to leave and decide to stay out of his sight. Thankfully, Mnemonides crosses you and walks away swiftly without noticing you as you breathe a sigh of relief, your heart still racing from the erotic spectacle you just witnessed. [[Speak with the dowager queen|AR126]]

After Mnemonides left, you went in again to wait near the door. You saw that the dowager queen was still naked and slowly propped herself up onto her elbows. You watched as Vespasian was still there and peeping through the hole. The dowager queen then stood up and stretched her limbs and yawned and slowly made her way to her dresser and took out a cloth and stood facing the wall where the hole was, and the dowager queen spread her legs and started cleaning Mnemonides's seed that was spilling out of her quim. You realized that the dowager queen knew about Vespasian spying on her and was giving him a good show. As you found this to be very interesting and started chuckling, thinking you also would have done something similar too. Without turning around, with you waiting outside the door, Klytemnaestra called out to you. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Philtra, stop giggling and come in. I know you're out there.">> This caught you by surprise. Your being called out means the dowager queen knew about you watching her and also maybe even her own son watching on top of Vespasian creepily watching her too. You quickly made your way in and graciously greeted the dowager queen. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, it is an honor to be in your presence.">> You noticed that as soon as you came into the room, Vespasian had moved away and vacated, probably because he did not want to be found out. Klytemnaestra waits for Vespasian to leave and then speaks. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Now that we are alone, we can speak freely.">> You, out of curiosity, interrupted and asked her why she is allowing Vespasian to get away with it. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, why are you allowing Vespasian to get away with this?">> The dowager queen responds with a knowing smile. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Ah, Philtra, you have so much to learn about politicking. As a queen, I need to be in Mnemonides's good graces to achieve my goals, at least in the short term. And other men have vied for a place in my bed too, so I have to keep them happy too.">> You press further, your curiosity piqued. <<dialogue "Philtra" "But why Vespasian? He's a creep.">> The dowager queen's expression turns serious. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Vespasian owns Thais and her brothel. Turning him down would be disastrous for this polis. I have a plan for him, and you, Philtra, are important in executing it. But that is a problem for another day.">> The dowager queen, still naked, closes in on you, her eyes intense. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "You and I, Philtra, we are a lot alike, more than you know.">> You were intrigued to see how the dowager queen is owning this nudity just like you did yesterday, and you agree that you are a bit alike. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, we are alike in many ways, but there is only a small tiny difference: I am a slave, and you are the queen.">> You chuckled sarcastically. There is a sudden sadness that creeps into the dowager queen's face, and she chuckles softly and says. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I am a slave too... a slave to Olympia. I have been one for many years now. How long have you been a slave? Everyone calls me queen, though. Isn't that ironic?">> You understand the sadness and hatred that the queen holds for Olympia. You wonder why, but you do understand the queen's point. You spoke again. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The grass is always greener on the other side, I guess. Anyway... what do you need me to do for you today?">> The dowager queen nods slowly and walks away, her voice trailing off as she speaks. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I thought about this for long: your importance and how you need to be utilized for both of us to get what we want. One day, I will take you as my apprentice and teach you everything I know.">> Once the queen is near a balcony, she turns to you, her eyes distant as she looks out into the skies. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I know everything about you, Philtra. Everything.">> You stand next to the naked queen, your heart pounding with excitement at being so high up and also that the entirety of Olympia looks so small. No wonder the dowager queen feels comfortable standing naked in front of all of Olympia. The queen, without looking at you, continues. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I know that if you wanted, you could call forth a gust of wind and blow me off this balcony to my death. And I know about your ability to heal.">> This shocks you, and no one knows about your powers, the ability to control the elements to a minor degree, no one other than yourself and your parents, both of whom are dead. Before you could react or say anything, the queen then runs her hand over your hair and then slowly trails down to your breast, giving it a gentle touch. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "You have so much potential, Philtra. So much power.">> You begin to sweat and fear, not knowing where this conversation is going to end. The queen turns to face you, her expression intense. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "You and I, Philtra, were destined to work together. Olympia has hurt us both, but we will have our revenge. Trust me, as you would trust your own mother.">> This saddens you as memories of your betrayal come crashing down, of how Ares said the truth and how Medaea did not deny her deceit before Mnemonides brought his sword down on her neck. You voice your doubts in anger. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I doubt that. How can you help me when both Vespasian and Mnemonides are on my kill list? You were just riding one for him to spill his seeds inside you and you were spreading your legs and performing for the other.">> The dowager queen laughs, a sound that is both chilling and comforting. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I have been waiting for the right moment to kill Vespasian. When the time comes, I promise you will be the one to end him, and I will protect you from any consequences. But we must be careful with him, his brothel is full of spies who are important to Olympia. I can't have you pick up a sword and run him through with it without placing someone else in there to replace him and Thais. And Mnemonides... he is important for the downfall of Olympia, so I am keeping him close. Once Olympia is destroyed, Mnemonides will no longer be important, and you can kill him. You are so eager... do you even know how to kill an immortal being, Philtra?">> You hang down your head in shame, realizing you have been too eager to kill them and you have to learn from the dowager queen on how to be patient to get the best results. <<dialogue "Philtra" "No, not yet.">> The dowager queen's eyes gleam with amusement. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I will find a way to kill Mnemonides and tell that secret to you, which will then allow you to kill him. Now, all you need to do is trust me because I am the best route for you to get your revenge and kill everyone on your kill list and not face the consequences for it.">> You ask the dowager queen what she needs to be done today by your hands. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Understood, I will hold you to your promise. What do you need me to do today?">> The dowager queen's expression turns serious. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "There is a thieves guild hidden in the south side of the polis. Your task is to kill everyone there. I actually slept with Mnemonides today to get him to agree to give you 20 men to accompany you. The important thing is that you need to make sure everyone is dead, no one is to be captured or arrested.">> You graciously accept this mission, your mind already racing with strategies and plans. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I will carry out your orders, Your Majesty.">> As you begin to walk out of the palace to meet those 20 men and begin your quest, you feel a sense of purpose and power that you have never felt before. The dowager queen's words echo in your mind, and you know that this is just the beginning of a much larger game. [[Go out to meet the 20 men|AR127]]

You walk out to the palace to see those 20 men waiting for you. As you approach them, you sense someone approaching from behind. You turn to see who it is and find Basileos, the king, wanting to talk to you. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, I was hoping you would have waited to speak with me as I suggested earlier.">> You understand that Basileos has his own agenda, which clashes with his mother's, and that is why he is stopping you. You quickly make up an excuse. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, I need to be elsewhere right now. I will come back to the palace once I'm done, and we can discuss matters then.">> Basileos laughs and says. <<dialogue "Basileos" "You are a clever one, it's funny. You think you can fool me. You stepped foot in this palace among politicking snakes today. And I was born and brought up among them, and trust me when I tell you that I know more about lying and manipulating than you. Anyway, I know you would love to lead those 20 men and be their commander. Unfortunately, it is not to be for today, because I will be leading them on the attack on the thieves' guild, and you are joining the attack under my command.">> Your playful and cheery mask falls off, and you become serious after realizing that Basileos is much smarter and shrewder than he lets on. He has his own mask and acts like a young and naive king under his mother's control, but that is just an act, the shrewd person you are speaking with is the real Basileos. You think about telling Basileos that as a king he should not risk his life in a petty skirmish with a bunch of thieves, but you know Basileos is too smart to fall for that bait. You reluctantly agree to follow his command. <<dialogue "Philtra" "As you wish, Your Majesty. I will follow your command.">> Basileos signals those 20 men, and they mount up. You notice there are 5 men who have bows and arrows, while the remaining 15 men are well armored and have swords. Basileos hands over a sword to you too and points at a set of armor that you can take, but you tell Basileos that you do not want any armor and prefer your mobility without it. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, I prefer to fight without armor. It hinders my mobility.">> With that, you all start making your way to the south side of the polis to locate the thieves' guild's exact location and entry points. On the way, you and Basileos ride your horses in the front with the 20 men behind you both. You and Basileos both hear the men behind you chattering, they laugh and say. <<dialogue "Soldier 1" "I'm glad the king is leading us. That whore would get us all killed.">> Another laughs and jokes. <<dialogue "Soldier 2" "Yeah, I'd rather face the enemy and die rather than be under the command of this whore.">> You maintain a stoic face hearing those words, and your hatred for Servilia grows, knowing she is the reason for your reputation. But Basileos seems angry and looks back at who said those words, the men behind see Basileos's reaction and quiet down. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, do not react to them. Respect must be earned, and I will earn it in due time. Telling them not to disrespect me will not stop the disrespect, they will start disrespecting me behind my back even more, just like now.">> Basileos responds, his voice firm. <<dialogue "Basileos" "It is all about priorities, Philtra. For me, I do not care if you are a whore or a divine virgin, all that matters to me is that you protect the interests of Olympia and do not disturb the peace in this land.">> You now understand Basileos's motives and how they clash with his mother's. Basileos then tells you. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I know what my mother wants from you, but there will be no attack. The members of the thieves' guild have valuable information, and I want to capture them or at least talk to them long enough to get my answers rather than going in with swords and arrows.">> You are worried by this, as you now have to figure out a way to complete the dowager queen's task without directly ignoring Basileos's command. You tentatively agree to talk it out with the members rather than beginning the conversation with a clash of swords. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, I understand. I will try to talk to them first.">> Basileos seems pleased with your response. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I am glad that we could understand each other, Philtra.">> With that, all of you close in on the location. [[Find the entrance|AR128]]

You and the others arrive at the underbridge, the supposed entrance to the thieves' guild hidden in plain sight. The men fan out, their eyes scanning the area for any sign of an opening. You, too, begin to search, your keen senses on high alert for anything out of the ordinary. The soldiers poke and prod at crevices and cracks, but their efforts yield nothing. You decide to take a different approach, walking along the riverbank where the sand meets the stone. The cool breeze off the water rustles your hair, and the sound of the gently flowing river provides a soothing backdrop to your search. Suddenly, your foot sinks into a patch of damp sand, unlike the firm ground surrounding it. It's a subtle clue, but one that speaks volumes. You crouch down, running your fingers through the sand, feeling its moisture. It's clear that many feet have trodden this path recently, leaving their mark on the earth. You call out to Basileos, your voice low but urgent, beckoning him to your side. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, look here. The sand is damp, as if many feet have trodden this path recently.">> Basileos joins you, his brow furrowed in concentration as he examines the ground. He kneels beside you, his fingers digging into the sand, feeling for any hidden signs. <<dialogue "Basileos" "You're right, Philtra. This sand has been disturbed often. It's a sign.">> He then turns his attention to the wall, running his hands over the rough stone. His fingers dance over the surface, searching for a hidden mechanism. The wall is cold and unyielding, but Basileos persists, his touch gentle yet insistent. <<dialogue "Basileos" "There must be a trigger here somewhere. A secret entrance like this would have a mechanism.">> Suddenly, with a soft click, a section of the wall swings open, revealing a dark tunnel beyond. The men gather around, their weapons at the ready, as you and Basileos peer into the darkness. You spot figures perched on wooden planks near the ceiling, their hands clutching small pipes. Darts, you realize, are meant to repel and probably paralyze intruders. A plan begins to form in your mind, a way to fulfill the dowager queen's orders while keeping Basileos safe. You turn to Basileos, your expression serious, your eyes reflecting the dim light filtering into the tunnel. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, only you and I should enter. We will announce ourselves to ensure they know we come in peace.">> Basileos nods, his trust in you evident in the steady gaze he holds you with. <<dialogue "Basileos" "That is a good idea. We need to avoid unnecessary violence. Let us proceed.">> You quickly confer with the archers, instructing them to follow behind and take aim at the dart-throwers. You promise to signal if Basileos is in danger, and they nod, their faces set with determination, their hands steady on their bows. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Archers, follow behind us and take aim at those with the darts. If I signal, fire immediately.">> They agreed. <<dialogue "Archer 1" "Understood, my lady. We will be ready.">> To the rest of the soldiers, you issue a simple command: stay outside until further notice. With that, you and Basileos step into the tunnel, the darkness enveloping you as you make your way deeper into the lair of the thieves. The air is musty and stale, a stark contrast to the fresh breeze outside. You can hear the faint scurrying of rats and the distant drip of water, the only sounds breaking the heavy silence. Your heart races, but your mind is clear, focused on the task at hand and the delicate balance between your loyalties. You know that one wrong move could spell disaster, but you are driven by your desire for revenge and your newfound alliance with the dowager queen. [[Go in with the king|AR129]]

Basileos takes a deep breath and steps into the tunnel, his voice echoing through the darkness as he introduces himself. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I am Basileos, the king of Olympia! I come in peace to talk, not to fight. Lower your weapons, and let us discuss matters like civilized people.">> You watch as the men near the ceiling slowly lower their darts, the tension in the air palpable. Suddenly, two female figures emerge from the shadows, their wooden torches casting an eerie glow on their faces. You feel a jolt of recognition, as if you've seen these identical-looking women before, but you can't quite place where. As you rack your brain, trying to remember, one of the women speaks, her voice melodic yet laced with an undercurrent of something else. <<dialogue "Woman 1" "The apple, oh, great king. What of the apple?">> Basileos's expression darkens, and he responds with a heavy sigh. <<dialogue "Basileos" "The apple is no more. There are only ashes left.">> You're completely confused by this exchange. Did they know each other? What apple are they talking about, and why would an apple turn into ashes? If they already knew each other, why go through all this trouble to open the secret door and bring these 20 men? Your mind races, trying to piece together the puzzle, but the other woman's voice cuts through your thoughts, her tone calm and collected. <<dialogue "Woman 2" "There is no need for weapons here. Let us sit down and talk like reasonable people.">> Panic surges through you. If the weapons are lowered now, you'll fail the dowager queen's task. You act on instinct, giving a subtle signal to the archers. They understand, their arrows nocked and ready. Chaos erupts as one of the dart-throwers, spotting the archers, launches his dart at Basileos, as the archers were located right behind him and you made sure there were no archers behind you and you kept your eyes on the men with darts so that you could react if they aimed at you. Your heart leaps into your throat as the dart strikes Basileos's neck, and he crumples to the ground, his body convulsing with dizziness. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The king has been attacked! Attack! Attack!">> Your voice rings out, sharp and commanding, and the men behind you surge forward, weapons drawn, ready for battle. Pandemonium ensues as some of the thieves flee, while others stand their ground, ready to fight to the death. You quickly issue orders, your mind racing with the need to secure Basileos and complete your mission. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Two archers and five armored men... guard the king! The rest, with me!">> You rush to Basileos's side, your heart pounding as you check his condition. He's semiconscious, his body writhing in pain as he tries to regain his stability. You know that soon, he'll be completely incapacitated, and you'll need to carry him out of here. You examine the dart, your mind calculating the effects of the poison. A cruel smile plays on your lips as you realize that no one can stop you now. You have the perfect justification to kill everyone here, and the dowager queen's task will be complete. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, please hold on. You'll be out of here soon.">> You breathe a sigh of relief, your eyes gleaming with satisfaction. The battle rages on around you, but you are focused, ready to fulfill your task given by the dowager queen. [[Kill them all!|AR130]]

The main hall of the thieves' guild is a sprawling chamber, its walls adorned with flickering torches that cast eerie, dancing shadows. As you and your small band of soldiers burst in, the thieves scatter like rats, their eyes wide with fear and surprise. You lead the charge, your sword a blur of steel as you cut down the first thief who dares to stand in your way. His blood sprays across your face, hot and sticky, and you relish the sensation, a feral grin spreading across your lips. The 10 armored men behind you form a wedge, their shields locked together as they plow through the throng of thieves. Their swords flash in the torchlight, and you hear the sickening crunch of bone and the wet squelch of flesh as they cut down anyone who gets in their path. The 3 archers take up positions on the sidelines, their arrows finding their marks with deadly accuracy, felling thieves with shots to the throat and eye. You move through the hall like a whirlwind, your blade a dance of death as you dispatch thief after thief. You notice that these men are shorter and leaner than the average Olympian, their bodies more suited to sneaking and stealing than open combat. They are no match for your skill and the sheer ferocity of your assault. You can see the fear in their eyes as they realize they are outmatched, and it only spurs you on, feeding the bloodlust that courses through your veins. As you fight, you take in the surroundings, your keen eyes noting the intricate carvings and statues that adorn the walls. Hermes, the god of thieves and tricksters, is everywhere, his likeness carved into the stone with exquisite detail. It's a testament to the guild's devotion to their patron deity, and you can't help but feel a twisted sense of admiration for their dedication, even as you cut them down without mercy. The battle rages on, and you lose track of time as you move from one skirmish to the next. The hall is a chaos of clashing steel, screams of pain, and the coppery scent of blood. You can feel the life force draining from the thieves as you and your men cut them down, and you revel in the power and dominance you wield over them. It's a heady feeling, intoxicating and all-consuming, and you can feel yourself becoming lost in the bloodshed, your humanity slipping away with each life you take. Your men, initially hesitant and fearful of your brutal efficiency, begin to mirror your bloodthirstiness. They see the way you fight, the way you relish in the kill, and something primal stirs within them. Their strikes become more vicious, their kills more brutal. They start to take pleasure in the slaughter, their faces contorting into grim masks of determination and savagery. One of the armored men, a burly brute with a scar across his cheek, lets out a wild war cry as he cleaves a thief in two. His eyes are wide and wild, and you can see the thrill of the kill coursing through him. Another soldier, a younger man, stabs a thief through the eye, twisting the blade with a savage grin. <<dialogue "Soldier 1" "For the king! For Olympia!">> <<dialogue "Soldier 2" "Death to the thieves!">> Your men begin to chant, their voices rising in a cacophony of bloodlust and battle fury. They trust you now, unquestioningly, knowing that you will lead them to victory. You are their commander, their general, and they follow your lead with a fervor that borders on fanaticism. As the fight continues, you realize that you need to find the two identical-looking women. They hold the answers you seek, and you are determined to have them before you end their lives. You signal to your men, instructing them to continue the slaughter while you slip away, seeking your prey. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Continue the attack! Leave no one alive! I will find the women and bring them to justice.">> You move through the hall, your steps sure and silent, your eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of the women. You can feel the eyes of the thieves on you, their gazes filled with fear, but you pay them no mind. Your focus is singular, your purpose clear. You are a hunter, and they are your prey. <<if visited("You watch on") > 0>> [[Locate the two women|AR131]] <<else>> [[Locate the two women|AR132]] <</if>>

You move stealthily through the corridors of the thieves' guild, your sword at the ready, your senses heightened. You check each door, listening for any signs of life within. Finally, you hear muffled voices and the scrape of metal against stone. You press your ear to the door, and your heart races as you recognize the voices of the two identical-looking women. You push the door open, and it swings inward with a creak, revealing a well-lit chamber. The women are standing by a locked hatch, their hands frantically working to open it. They turn to face you, their eyes wide with surprise and fear. <<dialogue "Woman 1" "Philtra!">> You snap out of your bloodthirst, your eyes locking onto their faces. Recognition dawns on you, and you lower your weapon, disbelief washing over you. These are Thysa and Lyssa, the women you helped escape from Mnemonides's dungeon. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thysa, Lyssa? Is that you?">> Lyssa steps forward, her expression a blend of curiosity and mockery. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "So you are Ares's whore, huh? How did that happen?">> The words sting, and you feel a surge of anger and humiliation. Ares's whore... is that how everyone knows you? You push the thought aside, focusing on the more pressing matters at hand. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What are you talking about? What do you mean by 'Ares's whore'? What is going on here? Why are you in this place, worshipping Hermes?">> Thysa speaks up, now calm, knowing that you would not kill her. <<dialogue "Thysa" "After you helped us escape, we joined this thieving guild. Over time, we gained control over all of this, and now we are under Hermes's protection.">> This intrigues you, confirming your suspicion that Ares was not the only god to descend to the mortal realm during the eclipse. You press further, your mind racing with questions. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And what of the dowager queen? What role does she play in all of this?">> Thysa's expression darkens, and she leans in closer, her voice low and urgent. <<dialogue "Thysa" "The dowager queen is recruiting people to destroy Olympia. We are going to stop her. Basileos is key in all this, he is the only one who can stop his mother. But you must not trust the dowager queen, she has ulterior motives.">> You shake your head, trying to make sense of it all. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thysa, slow down and explain, you're not making any sense. The dowager queen asked me to kill everyone here. I have to do this. This is the only way I can get my revenge on Vespasian, Mnemonides, and Gryphion. She has promised their death by my hands. Why does she want you all dead anyway?">> As Thysa begins to respond, Lyssa interrupts, her voice sharp and insistent. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "There is no time. We want Mnemonides and Vespasian dead too. There will be a chance for you to kill Gryphion as well. But first, you need to arrest us and not kill us. Once we are imprisoned, help us escape at a later date. We can work together and help each other out. Think about it.">> You hear loud banging noises from outside, someone attempting to break open the door. You make a quick decision, knowing that waiting will only get both Thysa and Lyssa killed. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Agreed. Of course, I will not kill you, I am not a fool. Prepare yourselves, we must act quickly.">> [[Who is breaking the door?|AR133]]

You move stealthily through the corridors of the thieves' guild, your sword at the ready, your senses heightened. You check each door, listening for any signs of life within. Finally, you hear muffled voices and the scrape of metal against stone. You press your ear to the door, and your heart races as you recognize the voices of the two identical-looking women. You push the door open, and it swings inward with a creak, revealing a well-lit chamber. The women are standing by a locked hatch, their hands frantically working to open it. They turn to face you, their eyes wide with surprise and fear. One of the women realizes you are watching them and goes to attack, but you quickly counter her, putting your sword to her neck. You press your advantage. <<dialogue "Philtra" "We can talk this out or you both can die now.">> The other woman puts down her dagger, gesturing her surrender. You release the woman you held, and she joins the other woman on the floor as they both kneel. <<dialogue "Woman 1" "I am Lyssa, and this is my twin sister, Thysa. We control the thieving guild, and as you might have guessed, we are under Hermes's protection.">> This intrigues you, confirming your suspicion that Ares was not the only god to descend to the mortal realm during the eclipse. You snap out of your bloodthirst and introduce yourself, keeping your information vague. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am Philtra. I was sent to kill you. But before we resume attempting to kill each other, can we have a short chat?">> Lyssa looks at you, her expression is one of mockery despite her situation. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "So you are Ares's whore, huh? How did that happen?">> The words sting, and you feel a surge of anger and humiliation. Ares's whore... is that how everyone knows you? You push the thought aside, focusing on the more pressing matters at hand. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What are you talking about? What do you mean by 'Ares's whore'? What is going on here? Why are you in this place, worshipping Hermes?">> Thysa speaks up, her voice calm and measured. <<dialogue "Thysa" "After you helped us escape, we joined this thieving guild. Over time, we gained control, and now we are under Hermes's protection.">> This intrigues you, confirming your suspicion that Ares was not the only god to descend to the mortal realm during the eclipse. You press further, your mind racing with questions. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And what of the dowager queen? What role does she play in all of this?">> Thysa's expression darkens, and she leans in closer, her voice low and urgent. <<dialogue "Thysa" "The dowager queen is recruiting people to destroy Olympia. We are going to stop her. Basileos is key in all this, he is the only one who can stop his mother. But you must not trust the dowager queen, she has ulterior motives.">> You shake your head, trying to make sense of it all. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Slow down! You're not making any sense. The dowager queen asked me to kill everyone here. I have to do this. This is the only way I can get my revenge on Vespasian, Mnemonides, and Gryphion. She has promised their death by my hands. Why does she want you all dead anyway?.">> As Thysa begins to respond, Lyssa interrupts, her voice sharp and insistent. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "There is no time, Philtra. We want Mnemonides and Vespasian dead too. There will be a chance for you to kill Gryphion as well. But first, you need to arrest us and not kill us. Once we are imprisoned, help us escape at a later date. We can work together and help each other out. Think about it.">> You hear loud banging noises from outside, someone attempting to break open the door. You make a quick decision, knowing that waiting will only get both Thysa and Lyssa killed. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Agreed. Even though thieves are not known for their reliability, I will help you out. If you choose to play me, not even Hermes will be able to save you from my wrath. Prepare yourselves, we must act quickly.">> [[Who is breaking the door?|AR133]]

The door bursts open with a resounding crash, and you are shocked to see Basileos walking through, his presence commanding and unexpected. You knew for a fact that the poison dart should have felled any man, and you wonder how he recovered from it so quickly. Basileos lets out a sigh of relief, his eyes scanning the room before settling on you. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Just in time! Well... why are these two alive when everyone else is dead?">> You laugh, a sarcastic edge to your voice. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Just making new friends, Your Majesty. These two are the leaders of the guild, and they are the only ones who can provide the information you seek. That's why they're still breathing.">> Basileos smiles, a glint of appreciation in his eyes as he hands you the askos containing your milk. <<dialogue "Basileos" "I knew this would help me today. Thank you, Philtra.">> You take the askos, examining it with a mix of shock and confusion. You fumble around your waist, realizing it's the same one you kept when leaving the Tiberius household. Your mind races back to the moment when Basileos grabbed your hips from behind while you both were watching the dowager queen and Mnemonides in their intimate moments, his touch intimate and unexpected. You thought there was a spark of something more, but now you understand it was a ruse to steal the askos without your knowledge. You chuckle, thinking back to when Basileos asked you to pay close attention to his mother's movement. You thought he wanted you to observe something crucial, but no, it was just to keep your mind occupied on something else while he was stealing the askos. You can't ask the obvious question to him, not here, not right now. The question is how he knew about all this, and you need to find out what else he knows about you. Basileos's expression remains neutral, but you can sense the underlying tension. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Thysa, Lyssa, we have a lot to discuss.">> He turns to one of the soldiers, instructing him to fetch a cart for their journey back. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Soldier, fetch a cart for our prisoners. We need to get them back to the palace.">> The soldier nods and rushes out to comply. Basileos deliberately avoids asking the sisters any questions, knowing that if they answered, you would gain that information too. You can see the worry in his eyes, the fear that you might spill the truth to the dowager queen. The four of you stand in awkward silence, each wanting to ask questions but hesitant to reveal too much. The tension in the air is palpable, a mix of curiosity and caution. Eventually, the soldier returns, announcing that the transport is ready. <<dialogue "Soldier" "Your Majesty, the cart is ready for the prisoners.">> Basileos takes chains from another soldier and binds the arms and legs of Thysa and Lyssa, ensuring they are secure for the journey. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Load the thieves on the cart and take them to the dungeon. The rest of you, you're dismissed for the day. Philtra, come with me back to the palace.">> The soldiers begin to disperse, some of them approaching you separately to express their gratitude. <<dialogue "Soldier 1" "Thank you, Philtra. It was an honor to serve under your command today.">> <<dialogue "Soldier 2" "You led us well, Philtra. We were successful today because of you.">> You return their kind words with a gracious nod, feeling a sense of pride. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The honor was mine. Thank you for your service.">> Basileos and you mount your horses, beginning the journey back to the palace. As you ride, your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts. You ponder how you can help Thysa and Lyssa escape and how to get them past Mnemonides when he patrols the dungeon. But a more urgent problem looms: how will you explain your failure to kill everyone as instructed by the dowager queen? The ride back is quiet, each of you lost in your own thoughts, the weight of the day's events hanging heavy in the air. You steal glances at Basileos, wondering what he knows and what he plans. The askos rests securely in your waist, a reminder of the secrets you both hold and the delicate balance of power between you. [[Go back to the palace with Basileos|AR134]]

On the way back to the palace, Basileos seems happy and appreciates you. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Thank you for not killing Thysa and Lyssa.">> You decide to be open and directly ask him. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, why aren't you angry about me killing everyone else?">> Basileos turns to you, his expression thoughtful. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, there's no need for formalities. You can call me Basileos. And to answer your question, well... don't take this the wrong way, but you are like a sword. If one person kills another with a sword, the sword is not punished, but the killer is.">> You nod, understanding his perspective. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos, I see. So, you're saying that I'm just a tool in someone else's hands, and I bear no responsibility for the lives I've taken?">> Basileos shakes his head, his voice firm. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Not at all. My mother is responsible for giving the order, and you are responsible for carrying it out. But I appreciate your discretion in sparing Thysa and Lyssa despite my mother's instructions. They hold valuable information.">> You fall silent for a moment, processing his words. Basileos continues, his voice filled with determination. <<dialogue "Basileos" "My mother's downfall has begun. Slowly, I will remove everyone and anyone who wishes harm on Olympia and its people.">> You hesitate, unsure of how to respond. You are too afraid to ask if he means to include you when he says "everyone and anyone." Instead, you change the topic, hoping to gain more insight. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos, how did you like the taste of the milk?">> Basileos knows you are baiting him to reveal more and answers plainly. <<dialogue "Basileos" "The milk tasted good.">> You laugh, pressing further. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Just good? Or was it addictively good?">> Basileos remains calm, his expression neutral. <<dialogue "Basileos" "There was nothing addictive about it. It was just like any other milk, but a little bit better tasting. That's all.">> This piques your interest, as you recall Verus and Crixus being temporarily addicted to the milk, while you yourself were not. You begin to piece things together, trying to find answers. Basileos then asks, his voice gentle yet probing. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, are you going to ask the question you've been dying to ask? About what I know about you?">> You hesitate, weighing your words carefully. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I could ask, but you are not obliged to answer. And I'm not sure if your answer will put my mind at rest or if it will only produce more questions and unrest.">> Basileos nods, understanding your dilemma. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Your reasoning sounds fair. But know this: you will earn more respect and can do more good if you begin to make your own choices instead of blindly following orders. You are not an inherently bad person, and neither were your parents.">> His words make you think, and you wonder what your parents would think of your recent activities. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You're right. My parents were indeed good people. But remind me, how did that end up for them?">> You continue, your voice tinged with bitterness. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Choices... The choices available for a slave to make are very different from the choices available for a king to make.">> Basileos's expression darkens, and he asks, his voice sharp. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Is that how you justify your debauchery and killings? By considering yourself the victim because you are a slave?">> You laugh, a sound devoid of humor. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Funny... I had a similar conversation with your mother too. Both you and she are out of touch and unable to relate to the problems a common slave faces in Olympia. I can have this conversation with you and with the queen so openly without any repercussions only because of who I am. Not all slaves in Olympia are capable of doing what I am capable of doing. If I, with all my advantages, am struggling, then what chance does any other slave have?">> Basileos falls silent, considering your words. Eventually, he speaks, his voice softer. <<dialogue "Basileos" "You might be right. Perhaps I have no right to judge you when I am the king and the slaves are being treated so poorly in my kingdom.">> Eventually, you reach the palace. Basileos dismounts and turns to Lysara, who has been waiting at the entrance for you. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Lysara, please take Philtra to the bathing chamber and clean her of all the blood. I need to have a private conversation with my mother.">> Lysara nods, her expression neutral as she approaches you. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Philtra, if you'll follow me, please.">> You dismount, your mind still racing with the weight of your conversation with Basileos. As you follow Lysara into the palace. [[Go take a bath|AR135]]

Lysara leads you to the bathhouse, the steam rising from the pools as you enter. You strip off your blood-stained clothes, feeling the weight of the day lift as you step into the warm, soothing water. Lysara, seeing you relax, also undresses and joins you, her hands expertly squeezing your muscles, helping you unwind. <<dialogue "Lysara" "That is a lot of blood... how many did you kill today, Philtra?">> You close your eyes, the water lapping gently against your skin. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I didn't count. But if I had to guess, when we left, there were at least fifty thieves dead. Only three of my men were injured, and none were killed.">> Lysara's hands pause for a moment, then continue their work. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Your men? I thought Basileos was leading them... Anyway, how did it feel, leading men in battle as a woman?">> You open your eyes, meeting her gaze. <<dialogue "Philtra" "At first, there were ugly comments about me, which was to be expected. But after today, I believe I've earned their respect and adoration.">> Lysara admires you, her eyes shining with a mix of awe and envy. <<dialogue "Lysara" "You're incredible. I hope you don't mind me asking this... can you... can you teach me how to fight back?">> You catch the unique phrasing and raise an eyebrow. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Fight back? against whom?">> Lysara falls silent, her expression guarded. You decide to push further. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Is it the queen you want to fight against?">> Lysara takes a step back, her eyes wide with shock. <<dialogue "Lysara" "What? No! I would never harm the queen or any member of the royal family.">> You laugh, a sound that echoes in the steam-filled room. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your denial only confirms my suspicion.">> You continue, your voice low and intense. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I have a list of names on my kill list, and some of those names belong to royal families and important people in Olympia.">> Lysara interrupts, her voice trembling with fear. <<dialogue "Lysara" "I don't want to hurt or kill anyone. I just... I just want to get out of here. And knowing how to fight back against anyone will help me... right?">> You see an opportunity and strike a deal. You are unsure whom to trust, the dowager queen and the king are fighting against each other, with you in between them, and you are not sure where the twins fit into this. So you gather your courage and ask. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Help me, Lysara, and I'll make sure you escape. I'll ensure the dowager queen doesn't chase you or look for you once you're gone.">> Lysara doesn't respond immediately, her mind racing. You understand her hesitation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I know we just met, and you have no reason to trust me. But think about...">> Lysara interrupts you with her words. <<dialogue "Lysara" "You don't understand. I am not like you... you're a slave, Philtra. You're brave because you have nothing to lose. But think about me, who was thrust into this situation at a very young age, and I have toiled away for many years to get to this position where the queen considers me to be her attendant and advisor. I can't just throw all of this away... you have to understand that I have a lot more to lose than you.">> You laugh, thinking of your conversations with the dowager queen, who thought she was a slave while being a queen, and the king, Basileos, who morally chastised you even though his polis turned you into the woman you are today. Now, you have Lysara lecturing you about loss. You laugh thinking about these people and how much they lack empathy and understanding. Lysara asks. <<dialogue "Lysara" "What is so funny about this? We are in a bathhouse conspiring against the queen, and you find my reservations about your plan to be funny?">> You slowly stifle your chuckles and respond to her. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The grass is always greener on the other side, Lysara. Think carefully and give me your decision.">> Lysara agrees, her expression thoughtful. <<dialogue "Lysara" "I'll take time to make this decision.">> You pull her close, your naked bodies pressing together in the water. <<dialogue "Philtra" "But remember, if you think about telling the dowager queen about this conversation, you'll need to start fearing me more than her.">> Lysara nods, her eyes wide with fear. <<dialogue "Lysara" "We should probably get going. The dowager queen might be expecting us.">> You both exit the pool, drying off and dressing in silence. As you make your way to the queen's chamber. [[Go speak with the dowager queen|AR136]]

Lysara leads you to Klytemnaestra's chamber, the heavy doors creaking open to reveal a room filled with tension. As soon as you enter, you sense Klytemnaestra's anger, her face a mask of fury. She dismisses Lysara with a curt nod, and the woman curtsies and leaves, closing the doors behind her. Klytemnaestra turns to you, her voice barely containing her rage. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Give me one reason, Philtra, why I shouldn't kill you after today's failure.">> You begin to explain, but she cuts you off, storming towards you, her eyes flashing with anger. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Do you dare speak after putting my son's life in danger?">> You understand now that her anger stems from Basileos being in danger, not from the twins being alive. You interrupt her with confidence, knowing you've found her weak spot. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, he knew.... Basileos knew everything. He knew about your plan to kill everyone in the thieves' guild, and he knew about my abilities. He had already met the thieving twins and knew them well too.">> You decided to exaggerate today's events to fit your narrative and mask your failure. Klytemnaestra's anger dissipates, replaced by confusion. She mumbles to herself, trying to piece together how and when this could have happened. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "How... When did he...?">> She trailed off, lost in thought. You press your advantage, knowing you've hit a nerve. <<dialogue "Philtra" "They spoke to each other like they had known each other for a long time. They mentioned an apple turning into ash.">> At the mention of the apple, Klytemnaestra's eyes widen in shock. She rushes to her dresser, throwing it open, and you see the ashes inside. Her anger erupts, and she begins throwing chairs and tables, screaming in fury. Once she's spent her rage, she collapses to the floor, her hands on her head in defeat. You walk over to the dresser, examining the ashes, a cruel smile playing on your lips. You know Klytemnaestra has lost something important, and you decide to twist the knife. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I made sure Basileos was shot with a dart and immobilized him so I could carry out your task of killing everyone. I even had men guard him while he was down. But Basileos had already stolen the askos with my milk, knowing about my healing ability. He drank it and recovered from the dart poison unharmed. I was about to kill the twins, but the recovered Basileos stopped me. There was nothing I could do from there.">> Klytemnaestra looks at you, confusion written all over her face. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Basileos recounted today's events differently.">> You quickly cover your tracks, accusing Basileos of playing her. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos is smarter than you, Your Majesty. He has played you. How did he know about my powers? Did you tell him? Because you are the only one who knows about it.">> That was a lie, but you were confident that she would not know that. Klytemnaestra stands up, her anger flaring again. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Do you dare accuse me, Philtra?">> You back off, knowing you've pushed her far enough. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, I only have you. No one else can help me get out of slavery and achieve my revenge. Basileos won't go along with it due to his morals, and Tiberius or anyone else can't help me even if they wanted to. You are my only way out. But you... you have other allies like Mnemonides and Lysara. How far do you trust them?">> Klytemnaestra calms down slightly, considering your words. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What if Mnemonides agreed to destroy Olympia, but Basileos stood in the way? Would you protect Olympia and your son, or let Mnemonides kill Basileos so he can destroy Olympia?">> Klytemnaestra yells at you to stop, giving her time to think. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Stop it!!! That is enough!">> You know you've pushed her to her breaking point and decide to twist the knife one last time. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The twins said your downfall has begun and that they will win in the end. I can go to the dungeon and kill them both before they discuss things further with Basileos.">> Klytemnaestra, still in dismay, closes her eyes and speaks softly. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "You won't be able to touch the twins anymore. Basileos came in and spoke to me before you arrived. He admitted that someone might try to harm the twins, so he has placed two pretorians, Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, in their cell to guard them.">> You ask. <<dialogue "Philtra" "So what? Why not just buy them off or maybe I can just kill them and move on with our task?">> The dowager queen sighs in exhaustion. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "You fool... Stop and think. Now is not the time to do anything foolish. We have to be subtle about this. Maybe leave the thinking part to me.">> Klytemnaestra, her voice weary and final, speaks to you with a dismissive tone. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I have had enough for today. Return to the Tiberius household and await my summons. I will come up with another plan and call for you when the time is right. Until then, continue with your daily tasks.">> You nod, a subtle smile playing on your lips as you understand the shift in power dynamics. You know this game is far from over and that you've gained an upper hand. <<dialogue "Philtra" "As you wish, Your Majesty. I will await your call.">> With a gracious bow, you turn and walk out of the palace, your mind already racing with new plans and strategies. The apple is gone, and doubt has been sown in Klytemnaestra's mind, making her more likely to trust you over her other allies. You feel a sense of satisfaction and anticipation for what's to come. [[Take a detour before going back|AR137]]

You leave the palace and gallop your horse towards Mnemonides's dungeon, the wind whipping through your hair as you race against time. You hope Mnemonides isn't there, you don't want to engage in any unnecessary conversations that might complicate things further. As you dismount and enter the dungeon, you walk past a few empty cells, each step echoing in the damp, cold air. Suddenly, you find yourself standing in front of the cell with the pillory where Ares took your virginity. The memories flood back, and you feel a rush of arousal mixed with a strange sense of longing. You realize why Thysa and Lyssa called you 'Ares's whore.' The thought doesn't repulse you as much as you expected. In fact, you find yourself wondering if being his whore would be so bad. After all, he opened your eyes to the truth and gave you powers to protect yourself. Why would a woman hate a man for that? You snap out of your reverie and continue your search, eventually finding the cell where Thysa and Lyssa are held. As you approach, two soldiers draw their swords, a clear warning. You recognize them as Thrasybulos and Eudoxos, the guards Klytemnaestra mentioned. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm unarmed and only here to apologize to the twins for the pain I caused them today. I feel guilty about it.">> Lyssa laughs, mimicking your words. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "Oh, you feel guilty? How touching.">> Thysa hushes her sister and turns to you. <<dialogue "Thysa" "Philtra, leave. Soon enough, you'll get a signal from us, and that's when you're expected to approach us again.">> You take a step forward, undeterred. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I need some clarifications on a few things I've been meaning to ask.">> Thysa stops you again, her voice firm. <<dialogue "Thysa" "We now have a very thin alliance. Once you prove your worth and earn our trust, we'll consider answering your questions.">> You back off, acknowledging her point. And decide to bite back at Lyssa. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Fair enough, Thysa. Even though I killed everyone else, at least I let you both live, right Lyssa?">> Lyssa smirks, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and defiance. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "You only killed a fraction of our members. Our followers are innumerable, and we have our hands on every amphora in this polis. You have to earn our trust for us to help you with your... quest.">> You nod, satisfied with her response. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I sure hope so.... Farewell for now. I will wait for your signal.">> As you turn to leave, you can't resist a parting shot at the guards. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Will you report this conversation to King Basileos?">> Thrasybulos remains stoic, but Eudoxos, eager to prove himself, falls for your bait. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "I will, and the king is clever. He knew you would arrive here today and even gave us permission to kill you if needed.">> Eudoxos, his ego inflating, adds with a smirk. <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "Would you like to take your chances against me? You dont look as threatening as the king made you out to be, I expected someone a lot scarier.">> Thrasybulos quickly steps in, smacking Eudoxos on the arm to snap him out of his tirade. <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "Our job is to guard this cell. Get back to it.">> While the guards are distracted, Thysa and Lyssa quickly place a vial in a small crevice in the wall, their movements swift and practiced. You laugh, knowing they'll be fine and that their skills will get them out of this predicament. <<dialogue "Philtra" "One day, Eudoxos, we'll revisit your challenge.">> You leave and mount your horse and gallop towards Eamon's royal estate, where Kaelen is. As you approach, you see Kaelen by his father's bedside, his head bowed in prayer. Eamon lies on the deathbed, his breath shallow and labored. You wait patiently for Kaelen to notice you. Eventually, he does, his eyes filled with a mix of surprise and sorrow. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Philtra, I'm sorry for making you wait. I didn't notice you standing there. How did you manage to escape the household? Do you need to hide here? I can arrange...">> You laugh softly, your voice gentle. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Stop... Stop. I haven't escaped, at least not yet. I was completing a task given by the queen, and that's why I was let out. I need to get back to my master soon, I don't have much time and wanted to catch up with you.">> Kaelen's voice trembles with emotion as he speaks. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "The medics say any day could be his last. At most, my father's heart will beat only until the next two full moons if it doesn't stop earlier.">> You express your sympathy, your tone sincere. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm so sorry, Kaelen. You can talk to me if you want to.">> Kaelen thanks you, his eyes shining with unshed tears. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Philtra, I have a favor to ask.">> You're taken aback, curious about what a future heir to a fortune could possibly need from a slave like you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What can I, a slave, do for you, who is going to inherit all your father's wealth and fortune?">> Kaelen looks at you seriously, his expression intense. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "If you can attract the attention of the queen, then you are no ordinary slave, and we both know it.">> You don't disagree, waiting for him to continue. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "I want to own Tiberius's ludus soon. Tiberius is an arrogant man and does not deserve to be a lanista. Men like him have ruined the gladiator sport with their filthy lack of morals. If I get to own the ludus, I will treat all the slaves better and show the right way to have the gladiator fight, bringing back honor to that sport that I love so much. In recent years, the honor in this sport has eroded right in front of my eyes.">> You acknowledge his noble reason, asking how you can help. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It's a noble reason. What can I do to help you with this?">> Kaelen leans in, his voice low and conspiratorial. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Since you have a good relationship with the queen, maybe you can get her involved and force Tiberius to sell the ludus to me.">> You hesitate, considering his request. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm not that close to the queen. We spoke only today, and I don't have a good enough standing with her to ask for a favor this big.">> Kaelen nods, understanding your position. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "I'm ready to wait. Please keep your eyes and ears open for any opportunity that arises.">> You agree, feeling a sense of purpose. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I will. Farewell for now, Kaelen.">> Kaelen hugs you tightly, his gratitude evident. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Thank you, Philtra. You're a true friend.">> For a moment, you consider giving Kaelen the askos with your milk to have him feed it to his father, wondering if it could cure diseases and illnesses caused by old age. But you decide against it, knowing you need to think long and hard before making such a decision. With that, you leave and return to the ludus, getting on with your everyday chores. [[The next day|AR138]]

The next day, you continue your everyday work as usual, avoiding training with Verus and Crixus, and instead, you train with Spiculus and spar with the rest of the men. As you train, you begin to feel like you've surpassed the levels of the other gladiators, and you crave a real fight where your limits are tested. You walk over to Tiberius, hoping to discuss this with him, but you're worried about his mental state and whether he'll even understand your request. As you approach, you see Tiberius talking to Klytemnaestra. You quicken your steps and join them, eager to hear their conversation. To your surprise, they both seem to be smiling and laughing, having what appears to be a good chat. You greet them both, hoping to gauge the mood. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Good day, Your Majesty. Master Tiberius.">> Klytemnaestra turns to you, her expression friendly. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Ah, Philtra. Good to see you. I was just compensating Tiberius for your services.">> She hands over two pouches, presumably filled with drachmae. Tiberius receives them graciously, setting them aside. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Thank you, Your Majesty. Your generosity is truly appreciated.">> You notice Tiberius's unusual cheerfulness and wonder what's behind it. You decide to ask directly. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, is there any task you need me to attend to today?">> Klytemnaestra shakes her head, her voice firm yet kind. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "None today, Philtra. But soon, I will need you again. Tiberius... I will keep you posted on the vacancy.">> You nod, acknowledging her words, but your curiosity about the vacancy gnaws at you. You decide to press further. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, I couldn't help but notice the smile on both your faces. May I ask what brought about such joy?">> Klytemnaestra looks at Tiberius, a mischievous glint in her eye. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Tiberius and I were just discussing some... future prospects. weren't we, Tiberius?">> Tiberius's smile widens, and he nods eagerly. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Indeed, Your Majesty. Very exciting prospects.">> You're more confused than ever, but you press on, hoping to uncover more. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Prospects, Your Majesty? Forgive me if I am overstepping but may I inquire further about this good news?">> Klytemnaestra chuckles, her voice laced with amusement. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Philtra, always the curious one. Very well, I'll enlighten you. Tiberius and I were discussing a certain... vacancy that has come up. A position of great importance and influence.">> Your eyes widen as you realize what she's implying. You turn to Tiberius, who is beaming with pride. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Master, does this mean...?">> Tiberius nods, his voice filled with barely contained excitement. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Yes, Philtra. His Majesty has offered me a position in the court. A senator's seat, no less.">> You're taken aback, but you manage to maintain your composure. You turn back to Klytemnaestra, seeking confirmation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, is this true? You're offering Master Tiberius a seat in the court?">> Klytemnaestra nods, her expression serious. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Indeed, Philtra. Tiberius has proven himself to be a valuable asset, and I believe he deserves this opportunity.">> You're still processing this information when Klytemnaestra turns to you, her voice softening. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Tiberius, can I borrow Philtra for a quick chat? There are some matters I'd like to discuss with her privately.">> Tiberius nods, understanding. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Of course, Your Majesty. I'll leave you two to your discussion.">> As Tiberius walks away, you turn to Klytemnaestra, eager to hear what she has to say. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, I'm at your service. What would you like to discuss?">> Klytemnaestra's expression turns serious, and she begins to speak, her voice low and intense. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Philtra, I need to know something. Have you spread your legs for Tiberius too?">> You're embarrassed for a moment but answer honestly, your voice steady. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, Your Majesty, but not in a long while.">> Klytemnaestra nods, her expression thoughtful. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Disappointing... you have a lot to learn. To get into Tiberius's good graces, you need to stroke his ego and status rather than his phallus. Spreading your legs works on most men, but not all. Some men, like Tiberius, want something else. You should have seen this earlier.">> She continues, explaining Tiberius's aspirations in detail. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Tiberius doesn't care for fortune or wealth but for his status in Olympia. He was once a slave just like you and became Olympia's champion and earned his freedom. Even after that, everyone likely treated him as an inferior being, leaving a scar on his mind. He aspires to become a senator, hoping it will finally give him the recognition and respect he deserves.">> You ask if she agreed to this and if this was the vacancy they were talking about. She nods, confirming your suspicion. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Will you really give Tiberius a position in the court, Your Majesty?">> Klytemnaestra laughs, calling you a fool. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Of course not, you fool! When all of this is over, I will dispose of Tiberius. He has aspirations well past his capabilities.">> You remember your discussion with Kaelen and his aspiration to own the ludus. You share your idea with Klytemnaestra, your voice filled with conviction. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your Majesty, I have an idea. I already have a great replacement ready to take over from Tiberius as the new lanista of this ludus. The merchant guild's leader, Eamon, is on his deathbed, and his son Kaelen, who will inherit all of his father's wealth, is a great admirer of the sport and would be a great fit. If you make this happen, you will have a very wealthy ally in him for when the time comes.">> Klytemnaestra considers your proposal, her expression thoughtful. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I would rather prefer working with Eamon rather than Kaelen due to Eamon's experience and world-weariness. Kaelen is still unproven and might have morals contradictory to what I want. I want my allies, and I ask, can you cure Eamon with your milk? If you cure Eamon, I will ally with him, and as a reward, I will assist Kaelen in acquiring the ludus.">> You hesitate, unsure of the consequences. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm not sure if this will work, Your Majesty. Maybe my milk rejuvenating Eamon's health might have unforeseen consequences. It has only healed wounds as far as I know. Your son Basileos healed himself from poison with my milk too. I did not even know that was possible. Meddling with old age illness might be a step too far.">> Klytemnaestra insists, her voice leaving no room for argument. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "We should try it. If things don't go as planned, we will kill Eamon, and I will settle and ally with Kaelen as a last resort.">> You reluctantly agree, knowing you have no choice. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I will attempt to heal Eamon, Your Majesty.">> Klytemnaestra smiles, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "This is the beginning of our partnership, Philtra. I don't need the apple when I have you by my side. I promise you again that I will make sure you get your revenge on the ones who wronged you.">> You bow down, your voice filled with gratitude. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You will have my eternal gratitude if you can facilitate my revenge, Your Majesty.">> As Klytemnaestra walks away to her cart, heading back to the palace, you stop and think. You realize that you are being manipulated, just like Tiberius. Klytemnaestra promised him a place in her court but has no intention of fulfilling that promise, she will get rid of him when the time is right, even possibly by your own hands. Similarly, she is using your revenge as bait to get you to do her bidding, and when the time comes, you will be removed too. You give a silent thanks to the twins for opening your eyes to Klytemnaestra's manipulation. With a heavy heart, you get back to your everyday work, knowing that the game is far from over and that you must play your cards right to survive in this treacherous world. [[Few days later|AR139]]

A few days later, you're still waiting for the summons from the queen. You continue with your daily chores and training, trying to keep your mind off the looming uncertainty. During one of your training sessions, Crixus approaches you, pulling you aside to speak in private. <<dialogue "Crixus" "Philtra, why are you still punishing me? I've already apologized for my behavior that night. How long does this have to go on?">> You frantically look around, ensuring no one is within earshot, and then lean in close to Crixus. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Crixus, You don't understand what is going on in my life and why I am doing what I am doing. But I know more about you than you can imagine, I know your child is in Servilia's womb.">> Crixus's eyes widen in shock, his voice barely a whisper. <<dialogue "Crixus" "What? How do you know that?">> You continue, your voice low and urgent. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Tiberius knows, and he's determined to kill the child in front of you once it is born and then kill you too. My speaking with you is sparking jealousy in Servilia, and she's determined to publicly humiliate me whenever she gets an opportunity. If both of us want to avoid our master's wrath, we should avoid interacting and continue with our everyday tasks.">> Crixus nods, understanding the gravity of the situation. <<dialogue "Crixus" "I see. Thank you for the warning. You could have just told me this earlier.">> You place a hand on his arm, your expression serious. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I've forgiven you for your actions that night, and I thank you for being loyal and keeping my secret.">> Crixus looks at you, gratitude evident in his eyes. <<dialogue "Crixus" "I'm sorry I didn't see it earlier. Thank you for forgiving me and for the caution you're taking to keep us both out of harm's way.">> He glances around, ensuring no one is nearby, and leans in closer. <<dialogue "Crixus" "If Tiberius even thinks about killing my child, I'll kill him, even if it means my death. As long as my child is safe, I'll be happy to die.">> You ask him a personal question, your voice soft. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Crixus, do you love Servilia?">> Crixus's expression turns to one of disgust. <<dialogue "Crixus" "Love her? What? Where did you get that from? Once the child is removed from her body, I'll happily kill her too.">> You nod, understanding his sentiment. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Soon, we'll need to revisit this discussion.">> As you turn to leave, you spot Servilia walking across the training ground, her pace unusually quick for someone in her condition. You decide to follow her, curious about her behavior. <<dialogue "Crixus" "I'm glad we had this conversation to clear things up.">> He walks away, and you begin to tail Servilia discreetly. You watch as she approaches Antistia, who is looking unwell. Servilia hands her some herbs and walks away without a word. You make your way to Antistia, concerned. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Antistia, are you alright?">> Antistia looks up at you, her eyes filled with tears. <<dialogue "Antistia" "I'm pregnant, Philtra. I'm sure of it, and even Servilia noticed.">> You ask her gently, already knowing the answer. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Is the child Tiberius's?">> Antistia shakes her head, her voice barely a whisper. <<dialogue "Antistia" "No, you know it's not. It's Priscus's. I even admitted as much to Servilia, but she still thinks it might be Tiberius's child and wants me to kill the child in the womb with these herbs.">> You ask her the obvious question. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Do you want to have this child?">> Antistia thinks and looks away, she says. <<dialogue "Antistia" "I know neither Tiberius nor Servilia will accept me being pregnant and having a child. As a slave, my only purpose is to work and make my master's life easier. What good is a slave who can't work and needs to be taken care of? I know how this will end.">> She begins to sob again. You stop her, your voice firm. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Antistia, do you want to have this child? It's a yes or no question. Answer from your heart.">> Antistia looks into your eyes, her expression resolute. <<dialogue "Antistia" "Yes. I want to have this child.">> You place a comforting hand on her shoulder, your voice filled with determination. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Then don't take the herbs. Dodge meeting with Tiberius and Servilia as much as possible. I'll make sure you have a way out of this.">> Antistia looks at you, hope shining in her eyes. <<dialogue "Antistia" "How will you make this happen, Philtra?">> You smile reassuringly, even though your heart is heavy with the weight of your promise. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'll find a way. Until then, lay low and don't get into trouble. I'll take care of the rest.">> Antistia hugs you tightly, her joy palpable. You hug her back, knowing that you've given her a glimmer of hope, but the likelihood of securing that hope for her is slim. You've made a promise that might be impossible to keep, but you're determined to find a solution, no matter the cost. [[Some time later|AR140]]

You continue your training, the sun beating down on your back as you push yourself to your limits. Suddenly, Tiberius approaches you, his expression serious. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Philtra, prepare yourself. We're leaving soon.">> You nod, understanding the urgency in his voice. You quickly wash the dirt and sweat off your body, change into a fresh set of clothes, and ready yourself to leave with Tiberius. As you exit the training area, you notice Servilia glaring at you, her eyes filled with anger and resentment. You know that ever since the dowager queen admonished Tiberius for allowing Servilia to hold the exhibition, Tiberius has been openly disagreeing with her in front of the maids and servants, putting her in her place. You also know that Servilia, with her royal bloodline, has connections to powerful people like Vespasian and Thais, and she might be using these connections to gather information about you and your dealings with the queen. Tiberius brings in two horses and a large cart. He mounts one horse, and you take the other. Tiberius slowly urges his horse forward at a leisurely pace, and you follow suit, noticing that the cart is also moving behind you. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you decide to ask Tiberius about their destination and the purpose of the cart. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Master, what is the cart for, and where are we going?">> Tiberius turns to you, a smirk playing on his lips. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Today, I am going to reward you for your good work, and teach you new things.">> You're taken aback, unsure of what he means. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do you mean, Master?">> Tiberius cuts you off, his voice firm. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Tell me, Philtra, what service did you do for the queen that has her so enamored with your abilities?">> You recall the event and begin to explain. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The queen wanted me to capture a pair of sisters who were running the thieving guild. From what I gather, they have some crucial information that would compromise Olympia's security.">> Of course, that is not the whole truth. You said whatever would sound plausible and make you look good. Before you can continue, Tiberius interrupts you again, his brow furrowed in confusion. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Why were you picked for this job when Olympia has many well-trained army men at their disposal? What was the need for you to be the one to do this?">> You know you can't tell him the truth about your powers, so you twist the story to convince him. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The queen probably felt that the army men are good at fighting other armies in an open field with their tactics and phalanx formation. But when it comes to tight corridors and small spaces, being creative and very aggressive is an advantage. The thieves in the guild are used to that terrain, and the army men might sustain losses in that fight. I was there to be an unpredictable and unexpected piece used by the queen that would catch the guild by surprise. It was the queen's plan, and it worked perfectly.">> Tiberius thinks about your explanation, still not fully convinced. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Hmm, I see. But still, it seems unusual.">> You quickly remember what the dowager queen taught you about Tiberius's ego and decide to use it to your advantage. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Oh, and King Basileos was part of the raid too. I even ended up saving his life.">> Tiberius's eyes widen in astonishment. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "You saved the king's life? That's incredible! Servilia didn't mention that. She gets bad and incomplete information from her crony friends like Vespasian.">> You nod, confirming his suspicion. <<dialogue "Philtra" "They were impressed too. That's why both the king and queen will continue to hire my services in the future.">> Tiberius's expression turns thoughtful. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "I received a few offers to buy you from the men who attended Servilia's exhibition, like Kaelen and other lanistas too. I'm glad I denied them all. As a reward for my brave decision, I now have a chance to become a senator, and my lineage will be considered as Olympian royalty in the future.">> Seeing an opportunity, you decide to ask a bold question. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Master, there is something that has been bothering me that I wished to discuss with you. Most of the men in that raid mocked me and called me a whore. Servilia's exhibition is the reason for it. Being undermined in public makes my job much harder to do.">> Tiberius's expression softens, and he nods understandingly. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "I understand your position, Philtra. I, too, am often undermined and overlooked, as I was once a slave too, and I know how important reputation is. Moving forward, Servilia will not interfere with your tasks, and no other man in the ludus will touch you but me.">> You catch his meaning, realizing that he intends to keep you for himself, which means your duties will also involve warming his bed again, just like when you first arrived at the Tiberius household. Initially, you feel a pang of discomfort, but then you think of Antistia and her unborn child. If you're warming Tiberius's bed, it might keep Antistia safe and allow her to keep her baby for much longer. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Master. I hope to bring more fame and glory to your name.">> Tiberius's face lights up with pride. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "I understand why you would hate Servilia, but I will never be able to hate her, no matter what she does. She was of a royal lineage, and she fell in love with me during my time as a gladiator and a champion of the sands. She moved the political pieces around to have me released from slavery and to give me the title of a citizen of this polis. She even fought against her family and married me. For all this, I will be eternally grateful to Servilia, and no matter what she does, I will never hate her or turn her down. If I am here today as a lanista, that is so because of her sacrifices, and that is something I could never repay her for.">> You now understand the complexity of the situation. Servilia's political connections and Tiberius's loyalty to her make it difficult to push her out of the picture easily. You realize you'll have to endure Servilia's humiliation for longer and wait for the right opportunity to take your revenge, especially considering she is yet to deliver Crixus's child. As you continue your journey to the center of the polis, you wonder what Tiberius intends to teach you. [[Go to the market|AR141]]

You and Tiberius arrive at the bustling market, the cart following closely behind. You dismount from your horses and make your way towards the crowd, the noise and commotion enveloping you. As you walk, you suddenly realize where Tiberius has brought you... the slave market, the very place where you, Stygos, and others were bought. Memories of that day flood back, and you can almost feel the humiliation of standing naked and tied to the post, subjected to the amusement and leering eyes of the crowd. You remember Vespasian, his hands roaming your body, his touch repulsive and degrading. You recall the moment Tiberius stepped in, buying you from Vespasian, much to his dismay. That day, you were just a pretty face, a potential bedwarmer for Tiberius, but now, you're so much more. Tiberius turns to you, his voice filled with pride and satisfaction. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Philtra, you have earned a lot of fortune for me. Today, you can pick and choose the next set of slaves who will be integrated into my household as either maids and servants or as gladiator trainees.">> You look at him, surprised by this unexpected offer. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Master, why are you doing this? You have more knowledge about this and can make better purchases than I can.">> Tiberius chuckles, his eyes twinkling with amusement. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "No one can guarantee a slave will be as profitable as they look at first glance, it has much to do with fate and luck. I bought you just to spite Vespasian, as he had bid for you too. I thought you were very pretty and intended you to be my bedwarmer, but look at you now... you're the reason I'm about to become a senator.">> You listen intently, your mind racing with the implications of his words. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Also, ever since the queen made her proposal to me, I have been thinking. I will need to think of a replacement for me as the lanista since I will eventually become a senator. Moving forward, I will teach you about running a ludus, and I will fix some major matchups for you to be recognized as the champion of Olympia. Eventually, your reputation as a whore will be long gone.">> You're intrigued by this proposition, but you know that Kaelen will need to come into the picture soon enough to replace Tiberius as the lanista. You also know that Tiberius's belief in becoming a senator is delusional, the dowager queen will have no need for him once she's done with him, and he will likely meet his end, maybe even by your hands. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand, Master. I will do my best to choose wisely.">> With that, you begin to scan the crowd, trying to gauge who else is buying the slaves. You observe the men and women available in the posts, now being auctioned off, your eyes sharp and assessing. You know that your choices today could shape the future of the Tiberius household, and you're determined to make the right ones, even if it means playing along with Tiberius's delusions for now. [[Buy some slaves|AR142]]

As you scan the slaves, your mind races with strategies to ensure the best outcomes for the Tiberius household. You realize that you'll need more women than men; the women will be crucial to cover for Antistia, while the men can bolster the number of trainees in the ludus. Your eyes dart from one potential slave to another, assessing their strengths and weaknesses. Suddenly, a distracting and obnoxious laughter catches your attention. You turn to see Vespasian groping and fondling a woman beside him. The woman is wearing a head scarf covering her face, and Vespasian seems to be joking with his two well-armed bodyguards, who are laughing along with him. You know that encountering Vespasian at this auction is asking for trouble, and you turn to Tiberius, who hasn't noticed Vespasian's presence. Tiberius is keenly observing the slaves in the posts, oblivious to the impending drama. You take a deep breath, calming yourself, and hope that the auction will proceed without any issues. The auction eventually begins, and the crowd falls silent. The auctioneer's voice cuts through the chatter as he announces the first slave to be sold, a woman. You decide to act swiftly, raising your voice to be heard above the crowd. <<dialogue "Philtra" "10 drachmae!">> Your bid is deliberately overpriced, a tactic to deter others from engaging in a bidding war, allowing you to move on to the next slave without delay. The crowd falls silent, taken aback by your bold move. Suddenly, a loud, mocking laughter echoes through the auction area. Vespasian pushes his way to the center, his eyes gleaming with amusement and malice. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "Well, well, well... It seems the polis now allows whores and slaves to bid. How... progressive.">>His words are laced with sarcasm, and the crowd titters nervously, unsure of how to react. You keep your composure, your expression neutral as you meet his gaze. He continues rousing the crowd, pointing a finger at you. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "10 drachmae... is what it would cost to hire this whore for a night. Expensive quim...">> He laughs. The crowd laughs along with him, but you keep your cool, addressing the auctioneer. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am Philtra, and I am bidding on behalf of my master and lanista, Tiberius.">> Everyone in the polis knows Tiberius, and your declaration silences the crowd. The auctioneer, a weathered man with a booming voice, nods in acknowledgment of your bid. He turns to the crowd, his announcement clear and authoritative. <<dialogue "Auctioneer" "The bid of 10 drachmae is accepted on behalf of lanista Tiberius!">> Vespasian's face contorts with fury, his eyes flashing with anger. He steps forward, his voice rising as he argues against the auctioneer's decision. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "This is preposterous! A slave cannot bid for other slaves, even if she claims to represent her master!">> The auctioneer, undeterred, stands his ground, his voice firm and unyielding. <<dialogue "Auctioneer" "With all due respect, senator, the rules of this auction allow for representatives to bid on behalf of their masters. Philtra has every right to do so.">> But Vespasian, his temper boiling over, cuts the auctioneer off mid-sentence, his attention now fixed on Tiberius. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "Tiberius, you dare to let a slave speak for you? This is an insult to us all!">> Tiberius, caught off guard, turns to face Vespasian, his expression a mix of surprise and growing anger. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "You, Tiberius, were once a slave. You were only given your citizenship because you seduced Servilia Prima. I knew giving slaves like you the status of a citizen was a mistake. Look at this polis, now, we have slaves bidding for other slaves...">> Tiberius is moved by the remark, but he maintains his composure as the crowd murmurs, unsure of whether to laugh at him or not. You sense the tension rising and quickly move closer to the auctioneer, your voice low but urgent. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Please, move on to the next slave. Consider this one sold to Tiberius. We need to defuse this situation before it escalates further.">> The auctioneer nods, understanding the gravity of the moment, and turns to address the crowd. <<dialogue "Auctioneer" "The slave is sold to lanista Tiberius. Let us proceed to the next auction.">> As you speak with the auctioneer and his well-armed guard, Vespasian's voice cuts through the air, his words laced with venom and mockery again directed at Tiberius. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "Servilia loved you when you were a slave, Tiberius. But once you became a citizen and a lanista, she no longer loved you. She longed for another slave's phallus, and that's how she became pregnant. The child she carries is not yours!">> The crowd gasps, and some openly mock and laugh at Tiberius. You know this might be the last straw, and as you turn to see Tiberius, he is already charging at Vespasian. Luckily for Vespasian, his two bodyguards jump in, and Tiberius tackles one while struggling with the other. Vespasian takes a few steps back, distancing himself from the altercation. Suddenly, Vespasian stops retreating and tells his guards to step away from Tiberius. The guards look to Vespasian, standing in fear, with you right behind him, a sword pressed to his neck. The well-armed guard who was standing next to the auctioneer gets up, only to find his sword missing from its hilt. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Tell your guards to step away from Tiberius.">> Tiberius, though once formidable, is too old for such a stunt now. The atmosphere is charged with tension, and Vespasian, his voice trembling with fear, demands that you lower your weapon. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "Drop your sword, Philtra! Every guard here will chop you to pieces if you harm me!">> You meet his gaze, your expression calm and resolute, as you deliver your retort with a cold, steady voice. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Your guards will be too late to save you, senator... You will reach Tartarus before me, and there, we can continue this conversation.">> Your words hang in the air, a chilling promise that sends a shiver down the spines of those nearby as the reality of the situation sinks in. You notice the guards slowly advancing, their movements calculated and menacing. With a swift motion, you press the edge of your sword against Vespasian's neck, drawing a sharp intake of breath from him. His voice cracks as he screams at the guards. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "Stay back! Everyone, stay back!">> Vespasian, his eyes wide with fear, turns to you, his voice pleading. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "What do you want? Tell me, and I'll give it to you!">> You hesitate, your grip on the sword tightening as you consider your options. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I... I might have taken a step too far. The only way out I see is... taking you with me.">> Vespasian's face pales, and his voice quivers as he begs for his life, mentioning his daughter. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "Please, Philtra, don't do this... think of Seraphina. My death will orphan her. Have mercy!">> Hearing Seraphina's name, you feel a pang of sympathy, and your grip on Vespasian loosens ever so slightly. Anticipating this, Vespasian seizes the opportunity, bumping into you and breaking free from your hold. He stumbles back a few feet, his breath coming in ragged gasps. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "Guards! Kill her! Kill her now!">> The guards, emboldened by his command, begin to surround you, their weapons drawn and ready. You brace yourself, knowing that the fight for your life is about to begin. You realize you've made a grave mistake in your lapse of concentration, allowing Vespasian to escape. You prepare yourself for the battle, hoping to gain some space and time to utilize your askos to rejuvenate and continue the fight. A deep, commanding voice cuts through the chaos, ordering the guards to stand down. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Guards, halt!">> The guards obey instantly, their weapons lowering as they turn to face the source of the voice. Mnemonides steps forward, his presence imposing and authoritative. You recognize him immediately, and a sense of dread washes over you. You realize that your chances of escaping have just diminished significantly. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Move away, men. There is no need for further conflict. Philtra will not attack anyone.">> Mnemonides's words carry weight, and the crowd begins to murmur, their tension easing slightly. Vespasian, however, is far from calmed. He turns on Mnemonides, his voice shrill with accusation. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "Mnemonides, are you mad? Philtra was about to kill me! Why are you protecting her?">> You are taken aback, your mind racing as you try to understand Mnemonides's motives. The last time you spoke, he made it clear that he wanted you gone or dead. Why is he intervening now? Mnemonides ignores Vespasian's outburst, his gaze fixed on you. His expression is inscrutable, offering no clue to his true intentions. You brace yourself, knowing that whatever his reasons, they are likely to be complex and dangerous. Mnemonides ignores Vespasian's screams and walks over to Tiberius, picking him up. You see the madness in Tiberius's eyes and go to him. After seeing you, Tiberius lunges at Vespasian again, but this time, you stop him and hold him down. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Send Tiberius back home now, Philtra.">> You nod at Mnemonides and take Tiberius to his horse, helping him mount. You slap the horse's back, hoping it will take Tiberius back to the ludus, where others can care for him. His eyes are vacant, and he seems to have lost his mind. You think back to the dowager queen's words about how Tiberius's mental state is too intertwined with the respect he has in the polis, wondering if he will ever recover from today's humiliation. You look back and see the crowd and the rest of the guards watching Vespasian spit venom at Mnemonides, who stands stoically, seemingly unfazed. Very little can intimidate him, and you know that your day is far from over. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "Mnemonides, you dare to interfere? Philtra was about to kill me!">> <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Silence! senator... Your words hold no weight here.">> <<dialogue "Vespasian" "You will regret this, general! Mark my words!">> <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Your threats are empty to me. Now, leave this place and take your cronies with you.">> Vespasian continues his talk and does not know when to back down. [[Settle things here in the market|AR143]]

As you watch Vespasian rouse the crowd against Mnemonides, his voice rising with each passing moment, a woman approaches you. You recognize her immediately as the one Vespasian was fondling when you first arrived. Expecting her to be one of Thais's women, you draw your sword, ready to defend yourself. But her next words catch you off guard. <<dialogue "Woman" "Philtra, how are you? It's been a long time.">> You recognize that voice, even though her face is covered by a head scarf. With a swift motion, you use your sword to gently lift the scarf, revealing the face beneath. Your eyes widen in shock as you see Seraphina staring back at you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Seraphina? Is that you?">> Seraphina quickly pulls her scarf back into place, hoping no one else saw her face. You both laugh, the tension of the moment broken by the unexpected reunion. You embrace each other tightly, the years of separation melting away in an instant. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Seraphina, it's so good to see you! How have you been? What have you been up to all this time?">> Seraphina steps back, her expression a mix of sadness and resignation. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "I'm good, Philtra. I'm working in Thais's brothel nowadays. My father introduced me to Thais at a very young age and... well, you can predict the rest of the story.">> She looks at you with sympathy, her voice softening. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "I'm sorry about what happened to your parents. They didn't deserve it. They were good people.">> You feel a lump form in your throat, memories of happier times flooding back. <<dialogue "Philtra" "So much has happened, Seraphina. We have to catch up sometime.">> Seraphina nods, a determined look in her eyes. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "We definitely will. And thank you for not killing my father.">> You frown, confusion and frustration warring within you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Why wouldn't you want Vespasian dead after all he's put you through? He's a disgusting man, Seraphina. I can't believe you are supporting him.">> Seraphina chuckled mockingly at your notion. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "You misunderstood. You may have a few reasons to kill Vespasian, and I have... MANY reasons. I deserve to be the one to end his life.">> You breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that you both share the same desire for Vespasian's demise. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm glad we're in agreement in this.">> Seraphina's expression turns serious, her voice low as she leans in closer. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "I'm working on dividing Thais's women. Some of them trust me and will follow my lead. I'm looking for the right opportunity to kill both Vespasian and Thais in a way that I'm not implicated in their murders. That way, I can take over the brothel from Thais and have the women work for me. For that, I will need to establish a relationship with the dowager queen and pick up where Thais left off.">> You raise an eyebrow, impressed by her plan. <<dialogue "Philtra" "How close are you to achieving this?">> Seraphina shakes her head, a hint of frustration in her voice. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "It's delicate. It's not as easy as you think to just kill him in front of an audience, like you attempted just now. I still need some time.">> The crowd's chanting for your death grows louder, pulling your attention back to the present danger. Seraphina hugs you tightly one last time. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "It was good to speak with you after all this time, Philtra. I need to leave before things get out of hand here.">> You nod, understanding the urgency of the situation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Take care, Seraphina. We'll talk again soon.">> As Seraphina melts into the crowd, you turn your attention back to Vespasian, the mob, and Mnemonides, the only barrier between you and certain death. [[Handle the mob|AR144]]

As Seraphina disappears into the crowd, you turn your focus back to the seething mob and Vespasian, who strides towards you with a smug expression. His voice is laced with malice as he speaks. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "You've made a grave mistake, Philtra. Attacking me will cost you dearly. I'll ensure you remain a slave, either to Tiberius or someone else, and you'll be used as a whore for the rest of your life. Even if you kill me, my friends in the court and other high places will make sure your life is miserable.">> He leans in closer, his breath hot on your face as he gestures to the angry crowd. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "Look at them. It was easy to turn the crowd against you in such little time. Given enough time, not only Olympia, but every polis in this world will know you are a slave and a whore, and you'll be treated as such.">> You meet his gaze steadily, your voice calm and resolute. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You should try your best soon, senator, because you don't have long to live. I don't make the same mistake twice, and the next time I have my sword against your throat, not even the gods will be able to protect you.">> As you speak, you see the anger and overconfidence in Vespasian's eyes slowly give way to fear. He begins to shrink back, his earlier bravado fading. He attempts a comeback knowing your weak spot. <<dialogue "Vespasian" "Seraphina will also pay for your mistakes too.">> You laugh as you shake your head, knowing Seraphina is not the one in trouble. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I doubt that. Good luck with your endeavors, Vespasian.">> Vespasian, realizing he has failed to intimidate you as he did with Tiberius, turns and walks away, his shame and anger palpable. You watch as he disappears into the crowd, his mind no doubt racing with plans for his next move. As Vespasian retreats into the crowd, Mnemonides steps forward, his voice commanding. He addresses the seething mob, his words cutting through the chaos. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Citizens of Olympia, calm yourselves. Listen to reason.">> Some in the crowd, still fueled by Vespasian's rhetoric, shout for your blood. <<dialogue "Crowd Member 1" "Philtra is the enemy of Olympia! She must pay for her crimes!">> <<dialogue "Crowd Member 2" "Yes, she deserves to die for her insolence!">> Mnemonides raises his hands, silencing the crowd with a single gesture. His voice is steady and unyielding as he continues. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Do you know about the massacre on the south side of this polis? The one that occurred just a few days past?">> The crowd falls silent, their attention fully on Mnemonides, waiting for him to reveal more. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "It was a raid conducted by the king, Basileos, himself. And he chose Philtra to accompany him on that perilous journey. Philtra saved the king's life and captured the twin sisters who were the leaders of that cult.">> Gasps ripple through the crowd, and a hush falls over the assembly. Mnemonides presses his advantage, his voice filled with conviction. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Philtra is an asset to Olympia. Even today, she picked up a sword only to protect her master, Tiberius, and not to hurt anyone. She is a loyal servant and a brave warrior.">> You watch in amazement as the crowd begins to see sense in Mnemonides's words. Some even turn against Vespasian, their voices filled with disdain. <<dialogue "Crowd Member 3" "Vespasian is a snake! He always has been!">> <<dialogue "Crowd Member 4" "Yes, and a coward to boot! He preys on the weak and innocent!">> Mnemonides, seeing that the crowd is calming, addresses them one last time. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "The auction will not continue today. Disperse, citizens, and return to your homes. There is no need for further conflict.">> As the crowd begins to dissipate, you approach Mnemonides, your mind racing with questions. The auctioneers and guards remain, along with the slaves, the tension of the day still hanging heavy in the air. [[Speak with Menmonides|AR145]]

As the last of the crowd dissipates, you turn to Mnemonides, swallowing your pride as you speak. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mnemonides, I... I want to thank you for getting involved and taking my side. Why did you do that?">> Mnemonides looks at you, his expression thoughtful, as he responds. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "I did it because I wanted to. I watched your first gladiator fight, you know. And considering your work with the thieves guild, I must admit, I'm impressed, Philtra.">> You raise an eyebrow, surprised by his admission. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "I thought you would remain a bedwarmer to Tiberius, but you proved me wrong. You trained, you got better, and you proved your worth to the king and to Klytemnaestra.">> He pauses, his gaze intense as he continues. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "I want bygones to be bygones... I want you to join me in my quest. I have big plans for Olympia's future, and you can be a big part of it, if you want to.">> You hesitate, unsure of how to respond, so you opt for a respectful decline. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Mnemonides, but I must respectfully decline. I am not sure what I am doing and I dont think I am as important as you believe me to be.">> You attempted to get out of this situation. Mnemonides nods, acknowledging your response, but presses on. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "I understand that you might find it hard to forgive me for what I've done to you and your parents. But you have to look to the future. If my plan works, you will be made the general of Olympia's army. Isn't that what you wanted all along? That was your father's dream too... the one he gave his life for.">> You pause, considering his offer, a spark of interest igniting within you. But the thought of letting Mnemonides win, or even live, sits uneasily with you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "There seem to be a lot of players in this game, and I don't know what each person's true motives are. I'll keep this door open, and we can revisit this conversation at a later time, when I have more information and can make a better decision on what future I need to commit myself to.">> Mnemonides's expression turns serious, his voice filled with conviction. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "I am the only immortal being here. There is not much anyone else can do against me, no matter who they are or how good they are at politicking. I am the safe bet, and the dowager queen or the king himself cannot be trusted. They both do not have a future in Olympia.">> You find his phrasing of the last sentence very interesting, your mind racing with the implications. You realize that the queen is planning something, and it does not involve the dowager queen or King Basileos staying in Olympia. But you still don't know enough, so you decide to take your leave. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I have to go back. I'm not sure what exactly happened to Tiberius.">> Mnemonides nods, understanding your concern. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "All the slaves in the post are yours now. You can take them back to the Tiberius household at no cost. I will settle this with the auctioneer.">> You thank him again, your voice filled with genuine gratitude. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Mnemonides.">> You turn to the guards, instructing them to release the slaves. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Guards, release the slaves.">> The guards comply, and the slaves, who have witnessed you challenging a senator and Mnemonides calling you an asset to Olympia, now fear and respect you. They obey your commands silently, getting on the cart as instructed. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Rider, take these slaves back to the Tiberius household.">> You mount your horse, ready to return to the ludus, your mind a whirlwind of thoughts and plans for the future. As you ride away, you can't help but feel that your life has taken a dramatic turn, and you are now standing at the crossroads of destiny. [[Make sure the new slaves are settled into the household|AR146]]

You return to the Tiberius household, the cart filled with the new slaves you acquired. As you dismount your horse, you call for Antistia, Stygos, Verus, and Crixus to join you. They arrive, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern. You pointed and picked the ones to be assigned. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Antistia, Stygos, Verus, Crixus, gather around. I have new slaves to introduce and assign.">> You turn to the new slaves, your voice firm and authoritative. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You all gather over here... you are to be maids and servants, you will report to Antistia and Stygos. The rest of you men are to be trainees, you will report to Verus and Crixus. They will be your trainers.">> The slaves nod, understanding their new roles. You then turn to your trusted companions, your expression serious. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Listen carefully.... I have something important to tell everyone. Antistia is pregnant with Priscus's child. We must work together to hide this fact from Servilia and Tiberius.">> Crixus looks at Antistia, his brow furrowed in disbelief. <<dialogue "Crixus" "Philtra, she barely has a belly. Are you sure?">> Antistia steps forward, her voice steady and sure. <<dialogue "Antistia" "I am sure, Crixus. I know my own body.">> You nod, your expression determined. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Both Servilia and Tiberius want to kill the baby. But even if we are all slaves, we deserve to be loved and respected and have a family. I am determined to make sure Antistia goes on to have a healthy baby, despite their wishes. I will need your help in acheiving this.">> Verus, ever the pragmatist, speaks up, his voice filled with doubt. <<dialogue "Verus" "Philtra, the notion may be honorable, but it is not practical. How long can we manage to hide Antistia once she gets a big belly after a few full moons? And even if we can, how will we raise a child in secrecy?">> You meet his gaze, your expression resolute. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I will find a way to get Antistia out of this household and put her in a place where she can have a baby without anyone else forcing their will on her. For this, I need more time, and everyone needs to assist me until then.">> Everyone nods in agreement, understanding the gravity of the situation. You then turn to the group, your voice threatening. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Remember, I am important to Servilia and Tiberius. They might attempt to humiliate and embarrass me, but they will not try to kill me, as their fortune is tied to my being alive. If someone spills this truth to someone else and it gets to Tiberius or Servilia's ears, I promise to find out who that is and give them a slow and painful death.">> You scan the room, your gaze landing on each person, ensuring they understand the weight of your words. Some, like Stygos, Antistia, Verus, and Crixus, already trust you explicitly and do not need to be threatened. The threat is more for the new slaves, who will buy your threat after witnessing what happened in the auction. <<dialogue "Philtra" "No one can protect the traitor from my wrath.">> With that, you dismiss the group, each person knowing their role and the stakes involved. You turn to Antistia, your expression softening as you place a comforting hand on her shoulder. <<dialogue "Philtra" "We will get through this, Antistia. I promise.">> Antistia nods, a small smile playing on her lips, as she places her hand over yours, finding solace in your support. [[A few days go by|AR147]]

A few days pass as the new slaves integrate into the household, taking on their daily chores and responsibilities. You feel a sense of satisfaction, noticing that everyone, maids, servants, trainers, and trainees, seems to be respecting you and your efforts. This change does not go unnoticed by Servilia, who summons you as you are training, as you do every day. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Philtra, come here. I need to speak with you.">> You approach her, your expression neutral, hiding any hint of the plans you have for Antistia. <<dialogue "Servilia" "What are you planning, you whore? Why do people seem to be taking a liking to you in the last few days? What have you told them to poison their minds?">> You feign ignorance, shaking your head slightly. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I have no idea what you're talking about, Master. I'm just doing my everyday work and following the master Tiberius's commands.">> Servilia's eyes narrow, and her voice takes on a threatening tone. <<dialogue "Servilia" "I will ask you one more time... If you lie again, you will lose someone close to you.">> You are taken aback, unsure of how to respond. Servilia continues, her voice laced with malice. <<dialogue "Servilia" "You might be too important for the queen, and I might not be able to kill you. But everyone else's life is under my command, and I can do whatever I want with them. Now, tell me the truth about your plans.">> You meet her gaze steadily, undeterred by her threat. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm not planning anything, master. I'm just doing my job.">> Servilia laughs, a sound devoid of humor, as she mockingly calls you stubborn. <<dialogue "Servilia" "You will need to learn your lessons the hard way... Remember that I did warn you.">> She then calls out loudly for Stygos, her voice cutting through the air. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Stygos! Come here at once!">> Stygos arrives, and Servilia's loud call catches everyone's attention. The entire household stops what they are doing, turning to look at the commotion. You see Tiberius looking down from a balcony, his expression curious as he decides to come down and see what is happening. You steel yourself for what is to come, knowing Servilia's intentions. Once she feels she has everyone's attention, she turns to both you and Stygos. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Both of you, undress. Now.">> You and Stygos comply, removing your clothing without hesitation. You are used to this by now, and you know that no matter what Servilia forces you to do, you will still have the respect of every slave after this day. Servilia admires Stygos's phallus, a cruel smile playing on her lips. <<dialogue "Servilia" "It seems the length of his missing tongue has been added to his phallus. Stygos, get erect and prepare yourself.">> Stygos looks at you, uncertainty written all over his face. You nod, giving him the go-ahead, but he is unable to get erect. Servilia, growing impatient, mocks him. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Why aren't you ready yet, Stygos? Do you need privacy to get prepared?">> She grabs his hands and runs them all over your body, having him touch and squeeze your breasts, slowly moving on to your quim. Despite the situation, you find yourself aroused, but Stygos remains unresponsive. Servilia, her voice dripping with mockery, turns to Stygos, a cruel smile playing on her lips. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Perhaps you prefer men over women, Stygos? Is that why you can't perform?">> Stygos looks at you, his eyes wide with fear and desperation. He knows that admitting to such a preference in this household could spell disaster for him. You see the panic in his gaze and decide to intervene, taking control of the situation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I will prepare him, Servilia.">> You get on your knees and begin to take Stygos's phallus into your mouth, orally pleasing him until he finally becomes erect. Servilia, watching the scene, laughs and makes a cruel remark. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Philtra, you are the best whore in Olympia. You can even arouse men who don't like women and prefer other men.">> She laughs at her own joke, but no one else joins in, the atmosphere heavy with tension and discomfort. Tiberius storms into the scene, his face contorted with rage as he takes in the sight before him. His voice booms through the air, filled with fury. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "How dare you, Stygos! How dare you have Philtra pleasure you like this in front of everyone?">> Servilia, quick to adapt, changes her tune, her voice laced with false concern. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Tiberius, Stygos forced Philtra to pleasure him. I was trying to stop him.">> Stygos, unable to speak, denies this with frantic gestures, his eyes wide with fear. You stand up, your voice steady and clear. <<dialogue "Philtra" "No! Servilia asked us both to perform this act, Master. Stygos is not to be blamed.">> The onlookers begin to voice their opinions, the tension in the air palpable. Tiberius, his mind clearly unraveling, shouts for silence, his voice echoing with madness. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Silence! Everyone, be silent!">> You know that Tiberius has lost his mind completely, making him unpredictable and dangerous. He turns to the crowd, his voice authoritative. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "No one is to touch Philtra. She is mine alone.">> Servilia, seeing an opportunity, urges Tiberius to assert his dominance. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Tiberius, teach them all a lesson. Claim Philtra as your own.">> Tiberius, his eyes wild with madness, draws his dagger and strides towards Stygos. With a swift, brutal motion, he cuts off Stygos's phallus, holding it aloft for everyone to see. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "This is what happens if any other man dares to touch Philtra.">> Stygos falls to the ground, clutching his groin in agony, his cries of pain filling the air. You are shocked, realizing that Tiberius's madness knows no bounds. You quickly grab your clothes and rush to Stygos, using your dress to staunch the bleeding as he writhes in pain. Servilia, her voice cold and calculating, turns to Crixus, the only one she trusts. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Crixus, end Stygos's suffering and throw his body far from this household.">> Crixus nods, understanding the gravity of the situation. As he approaches you and Stygos, you subtly take the askos out of your dress and hand it over to him, your voice low. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Have Stygos drink this. Take him to Eamon's estate in the middle of the polis and ask for Kaelen. Hand Stygos over to Kaelen and tell him that I sent you. Ask Kaelen to hide Stygos until I get back to him with a plan.">> Crixus nods, understanding that the askos contains your healing milk and that Stygos is to pretend to be dead. He will take Stygos to Kaelen and lie to Servilia that the job is done. Everyone watches as Crixus takes Stygos out to the stable, presumably to kill him and wrap him in a cloth before taking him outside to throw him out. Servilia, seeing an opportunity, urges Tiberius to claim you as his own once more. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Tiberius, claim Philtra as your own with everyone here as a witness that she belongs only to you.">> Tiberius, his madness consuming him, grabs you by your hair and throws you to the ground. Your instincts scream at you to fight back, but you know this is not the right time. You have to let Tiberius have his way with you. Tiberius, his eyes wild with madness and lust, positions you roughly on all fours, his hands gripping your hips with a force that should leave bruises. He undresses with frantic, jerky movements, his phallus already hard and throbbing with anticipation. You feel a surge of shock and pain as he rams into your dry arsehole without any preparation, his thrusts brutal and unyielding. You gasp, your body tensing as waves of pain wash over you, but to your surprise, there is no blood, no signs of trauma on your skin. Tiberius's hands dig into your flesh, holding you in place as he pummels into you, his hips slapping against your arse with a wet, obscene sound. But the pain... the pain is different. It's intense, yes, but there's a strange, perverse pleasure lurking beneath the surface, a dark thrill that sends shivers down your spine. In between the brutal thrusts, you manage to glance behind you, your vision shaky with Tiberius's thrusts. You see Stygos's body, wrapped in a cloth, with only his head exposed, lying in the back of a cart driven by Crixus. The sight of him, pale and still, sends a fresh wave of emotion coursing through you, but it's not just pain and fear. There's a spark of hope, a glimmer of defiance that burns brightly in the face of Tiberius's brutality. You hope with every fiber of your being that Crixus was able to give Stygos the milk in time, that he will recover from this horrific injury. Crixus catches your eye and nods slightly, a silent promise that he has saved Stygos. The knowledge that Stygos might live gives you a surge of strength, a dark exhilaration that mingles with the pleasure and pain of Tiberius's assault. You focus on that spark, on the knowledge that you are enduring this for a purpose, for the greater good. You begin to ease up, your body slowly adapting to the brutal intrusion, finding a perverse sort of pleasure in the pain. You use it as a distraction, a way to disconnect from the horror of the situation, to rise above the degradation and find a dark, twisted joy in the act. Tiberius, sensing your change in demeanor, grunts with satisfaction, his thrusts becoming even more frenzied and intense. You can feel his phallus swelling inside you, his body tensing as he nears his climax. With a labored and brutal thrust, Tiberius releases his seed deep inside your arsehole, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. He holds you in place, his hips grinding against you as he milks every last drop of pleasure from your body. He pulls out, his phallus glistening with his seed, but there's no sign of blood or bruising on you. You collapse to the ground, your body aching and spent, but there's a strange, dark satisfaction coursing through your veins. Tiberius dresses himself, a satisfied smirk on his face. He turns to the crowd, asserting his dominance one last time before striding away, leaving you in a heap on the ground, but you're not a broken and used shell of a person. You're something more, something darker, something that has found a perverse pleasure in the brutality. Servilia, her voice mocking, turns to you as everyone disperses, leaving you on the ground, recovering from Tiberius's brutal assault. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Stygos was the first. First of many, if you disobey me again. I know who all are close to you, the ones here like Verus and Antistia and the ones outside too, including Seraphina and Kaelen. If you do not comply with my commands, everyone you are close to will die, one by one.">> You lie there, the weight of Servilia's threat hanging heavy in the air, knowing that your life has taken a dark and dangerous turn. Servilia circles your body as you lie on the ground, her eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and lust. She uses her fingers to circle your arsehole, admiring how it gaped after Tiberius removed his phallus. Her voice is low and husky as she speaks. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Your body is truly gifted. Look at this... no blood, no bruises. It's astonishing. I desire to test the limits of it.">> You are surprised to find that you are aroused by the thought of Servilia abusing you, of her doing it in public like this. Instead of feeling ashamed or embarrassed, you feel a dark thrill, a perverse excitement that courses through your veins. You attribute this to Ares's influence on you, his presence stirring something primal and wild within you. Servilia, satisfied with her inspection, stands up and smirks down at you. <<dialogue "Servilia" "You must have your limits, everybody does... Il find it.">> With that, she turns and leaves, her sandals clicking on the stone floor as she strides away. As soon as she's gone, Antistia rushes in, her arms laden with a new set of clothes. She helps you up, her touch gentle and caring. <<dialogue "Antistia" "Philtra, are you alright? Here, let me help you.">> You thank her, your voice steady despite the turmoil of emotions within you. You dress quickly, the clean fabric a stark contrast to the dirt and sweat that covers your body. You wait for Crixus to return, your mind racing with thoughts of Stygos and the events that have unfolded. Crixus eventually returns, his cart empty, a sign that his mission was successful. You approach him, your voice low and urgent. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Crixus, what happened? Is Stygos alright?">> Crixus nods, a small smile playing on his lips. <<dialogue "Crixus" "Stygos lives, Philtra. He's no longer in pain, and Kaelen accepted him. He's safe now.">> You feel a wave of relief wash over you, a mix of gratitude and affection for Crixus. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Crixus. Thank you for protecting him.">> Crixus places a hand on your shoulder, his grip firm and reassuring. <<dialogue "Crixus" "You can always count on me. Always!">> Crixus gives you the half empty askos with your milk indicating that it was consumed by Stygos. You share a moment of understanding, a silent promise between you both. Then, with a nod, you part ways, each of you moving on with your everyday tasks, but forever changed by the events that have transpired. [[A couple of days later|AR148]]

A couple of days later, as you go about your everyday work, you notice Mnemonides arrive at the ludus. You watch keenly as he engages in a lively conversation with Tiberius, their laughter echoing through the air. The conversation seems to last an eternity, and you can't help but wonder what they are discussing. Eventually, Mnemonides begins to leave, and you seize the opportunity to confront him. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mnemonides, what was that about? What did you and Tiberius discuss?">> Mnemonides turns to you, a smirk playing on his lips, as he reveals his plans. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "I've arranged a gladiator fight for you. You're to fight a well-known commander from one of the other polis's armies tomorrow.">> You raise an eyebrow, intrigued and slightly apprehensive. <<dialogue "Philtra" "How did you get a well-respected commander to accept this proposal?">> Mnemonides chuckles, his voice laced with amusement. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "The commander, Marcus Attilus, owed me a considerable amount of coin. I cashed in that debt and offered him this fight in the arena to clear his slate.">> You process this information, your mind racing with questions. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Why though? What are you attempting with this plan? Do you want him to be humiliated and dead in front of a crowd by the hands of a woman?">> Mnemonides's smirk widens, his eyes gleaming with mischief. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "No... You misunderstood my intentions. This is a test, and if you pass my test, there will be a reward. The reward is a surprise, of course. You'll have to wait and see the results.">> You press further, trying to gauge the true nature of this challenge. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Is Marcus Attilus that tough of an opponent for you to reward me?">> Mnemonides laughs, a sound that sends shivers down your spine. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Marcus is brave and very aggressive. He's a formidable opponent, but the test isn't whether you can win. It's whether you can control your bloodlust. If you win, you are to spare Marcus. If you kill him in your rage, I will enter the arena next and kill you by my own hands. You might think you are good at killing after ending the lives of a few plebs, but you know I am no ordinary man that you can defeat, your powers hold no weight against me, and you know it.">> For a moment, you consider killing Marcus to get a chance at Mnemonides, but you know you don't yet have the means to kill an immortal being. The dowager queen promised to reveal Mnemonides's secret, but that won't happen today. You relent, agreeing to spare Marcus if you win. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And if Marcus wins, will he spare me?">> Mnemonides nods, his expression serious. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Yes, Marcus will spare you if he wins. I need him to be alive. This test is to see if you can control yourself once the blood starts flowing.">> You know this will be tough. Every time you've drawn blood, your bloodlust has taken over until the job was done. Now, you have to control your base instincts and prevail over them. Mnemonides continues, his voice filled with a strange mix of pride and manipulation. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Also, I realized after speaking with him that Tiberius as a man is gone. I'm doing this to bring you fame. If you win big fights like this, your reputation will change. Eventually, you can earn your freedom and be integrated into Olympia's army, and you'll have a chance to lead it, just like you've always dreamed.">> You agree, a spark of determination igniting within you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Mnemonides. I will win and I will spare Marcus.">> Mnemonides takes his leave, his parting words hanging heavy in the air. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "I'll be in the arena's podium watching you tomorrow. I hope I don't need to get down onto the sands and end your life.">> As you watch him leave, a surge of hatred courses through your veins. You remember how your father, Peregrine, met his end at the hands of Mnemonides in the same sands. You think back to the eclipse, to the horrific moment when Mnemonides stripped your mother, Medaea, and took his pleasure from her unwilling body right in front of your eyes. You decide to play the long game, to wait until you can gather information on how to kill Mnemonides. Once you know the secret, you will make him pay for what he did that day. With renewed determination, you continue your training, preparing for the fight that lies ahead, knowing that this is just one step on the path to your ultimate goal. [[Fight Marcus Attilus|AR149]]

You wake up the next day, determined to prove your worth to Mnemonides. It's a usual morning, but something feels off, no one is preparing to travel to the arena. Usually when it is the day of an event, everyone will be rushing in the ludus from one place to another preparing to leave, but nothing seems to be happening here today. You rush to Tiberius and your master, your heart pounding with apprehension. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Master, why isn't anyone getting ready for the gladiator match? Has it been cancelled?">> Tiberius looks at you, confusion etched on his face. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Philtra, what are you talking about? I don't know about any fights being planned.">> Before you can press further, Servilia interrupts, her voice sharp and commanding. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Philtra, I will accompany you to the arena. Where is Antistia? I need her to come with me.">> You realize that Antistia is hiding away from Servilia, so you quickly come up with an excuse. <<dialogue "Philtra" "She's sick, Servilia. I'll call for another maid to accompany you.">> You summon another maid, who quickly joins Servilia. Servilia then turns to Tiberius, her voice softening slightly. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Tiberius, you should take some rest. You look tired.">> Tiberius, still confused, agrees and retreats to his chamber. Servilia then takes you and the other maid in a cart, heading towards the colosseum. As the cart rumbles along the road, you can't help but ask Servilia a question that's been weighing on your mind. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Will Tiberius recover from his current state?">> Servilia looks at you, her eyes cold and calculating. <<dialogue "Servilia" "I hope not. We both know that my child was conceived by Crixus, not Tiberius. Tiberius being in this mental state assures my child's safety. If not, he might kill the child and Crixus too.">> You process this information, a sense of unease washing over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Am I the only one fighting today? Why does no one else know about this fight?">> Servilia continues, her voice laced with a threat. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Yes, this was Mnemonides setting up this fight. Our ludus was not supposed to be involved in today's events, and that is why no one is here with us. You seem to be getting everybody's attention, I think that is good for business and makes my job easier when the time comes, at least. Anyway... about your opponent, I heard he does not intend to kill you today, but you can still be cut. I need you to be without any cuts. I know what Mnemonides and the dowager queen are planning, and I'm planning to utilize that opportunity. If my plan works out, I'll be able to get rid of you once and for all.">> You think to yourself that it must be Vespasian and Thais still feeding Servilia the information, as even you don't know what the dowager queen and Mnemonides are planning. You don't respond to Servilia, instead looking out onto the road, your mind racing with thoughts of Antistia and the future that lies ahead. You have to stay here until Antistia gives birth or at least get her located somewhere else before you are sold off. Eventually, the cart pulls up to the arena, the imposing structure looming before you. Servilia and the maid make their way to the stands, leaving you alone in the tunnel, the lonely tunnel a contrast to the anticipation building within you. You wait as the time for your fight draws near. Eventually, your name is called, and you step out into the arena, the sun blinding you for a moment as you adjust to the bright light. The announcer's voice booms through the colosseum, his words echoing off the stone walls. <<dialogue "Announcer" "Ladies and gentlemen, behold the best gladiatrix to ever grace these sands, the one, the only, Philtra!">> You are perplexed by this introduction, knowing that you haven't been in enough fights to earn such respect and fame. The announcer continues, his voice filled with a sense of grandeur. <<dialogue "Announcer" "And now, presenting the face of human militaristic expediency, the renowned commander, Marcus Attilus!">> The crowd erupts in cheers as Marcus Attilus enters the arena, his presence commanding and imposing. The announcer's voice rises above the din, his words sending a shockwave through you. <<dialogue "Announcer" "Enjoy this scintillating match between these two warriors. The winner of this match will be crowned the champion of Olympia!">> You are astonished by this declaration, knowing that being called a champion takes a lot of time and a lot of battles in the arena. You realize that Mnemonides must have strong-armed some lanista and organizers into accepting this, but it doesn't bother you all that much. You understand that it doesn't matter how you get to your goal, as long as it fast-tracks your progress and earns you your freedom, allowing you to make decisions of your own. As you enter the arena, you are struck by the sight of the crowd, not an empty seat in sight. The energy is electric, and you can feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on you. You are certain that Kaelen must be here too, and you make a mental note to inquire about the status of Stygos and his recovery. As you stand in the arena, your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, each one a thread pulling you away from the present. You ponder Kaelen's whereabouts, wondering if he's in the crowd, his eyes fixed on you. You question Mnemonides's motives, his ultimate goal a mystery that gnaws at you. It's in this moment of distraction that Marcus strikes, his lunge swift and precise. Your instincts kick in at the last moment, and you dodge, the blade of his xiphos whistling past your ear. You snap back to reality, your focus honing in on the battle at hand. Marcus is a formidable opponent, his armor gleaming under the sun, his shield a wall of defense. You, on the other hand, are a study in contrast, your minimal armor and dual-wielded xiphos a testament to your agility and skill. The initial exchanges are cautious, each of you probing for weaknesses, your strikes measured and controlled. The crowd, sensing the lack of aggression, begins to jeer, their voices a cacophony of disapproval. You create some distance between you and Marcus, your voice steady and clear. <<dialogue "Philtra" "We seem to be boring the crowd. Let's give them a show, prepare yourself.">> Marcus's posture shifts, his shield discarded, a smirk playing on his lips. He's ready for a real fight, and so are you. The crowd roars with approval as the battle resumes, your blades clashing in a dance of steel and sweat. You study Marcus, your eyes keen, searching for any sign of weakness. You wait for him to attack, your counterstrikes precise and calculated. In one such exchange, your blade comes perilously close to his neck, but you pull back at the last moment, the edge of your xiphos biting into his shoulder instead. It's then that you realize Marcus's true intent. He's not fighting to win, he's fighting to die. His vital organs are exposed, an invitation for you to end his life. You understand the test Mnemonides has set before you. You must win without killing Marcus, a feat that requires immense control and patience. You drop one of your xiphos, freeing your hand to grapple with Marcus. The sword in your other hand becomes a tool of defense, your free hand a weapon of restraint. The fight turns into a brutal dance, your bodies locked in a struggle of strength and will. Eventually, you disarm Marcus, your sword clattering to the ground as you turn this into a fistfight. You can feel his fatigue, his movements slowing, and his breaths coming in ragged gasps. You get him in a chokehold, your arm a vise around his throat, but he refuses to tap out, his mental fortitude unyielding. You look up at the podium, your eyes meeting Mnemonides's, King Basileos's, and the dowager queen's. They watch keenly, their expressions inscrutable. You turn back to Marcus, your voice a low growl. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Ask for mercy, Marcus.">> He shakes his head, a defiant glint in his eye. You let go of the chokehold and begin to break his legs and one arm, your holds and locks precise and brutal. You leave one arm unharmed, a final test of his resolve. The crowd knows the fight is over, but they watch with bated breath as you struggle to get Marcus to call for mercy. His mental fortitude cracks, and with a final, desperate gesture, he raises his unharmed arm, two fingers pointed at the sky, signaling his surrender. The announcer's voice booms through the arena, declaring you the new champion of Olympia. But as you stand there, victorious, you feel no pride, no joy. Mnemonides's meddling has tainted this victory, and you know that your true battle is far from over. You turn and walk back into the tunnel, your steps heavy with the weight of your new title. [[Fight Marcus Attilus|AR150]]

You stand in the tunnel, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you catch your breath, the adrenaline of the fight still coursing through your veins. Your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, speculating about the conversation taking place between Mnemonides, the dowager queen, the king, and Servilia. What could they be discussing? What plans are they hatching? Your thoughts are interrupted as Kaelen enters the tunnel, a cloaked figure by his side. He calls out to you, his voice a welcome sound amidst the chaos. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Philtra! Over here!">> You turn to greet him, your eyes widening as the cloaked figure removes his scarf, revealing the face of Stygos. A surge of relief and joy washes over you, and you rush to embrace him, your arms wrapping tightly around his form. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Stygos! I'm so happy to see you alive and well. Have you healed?">> Stygos nods, but there's a desperate urgency in his gestures as he points first to your askos in your dress, then to his groin area. He presses his hand to his chest, then splays his fingers outward, a silent confession that the milk has done its work, but not the miracle you imagined. You had hoped that your milk would restore the phallus that Tiberius had taken, maybe even grow back his tongue. But Stygos shakes his head, miming the movement of a wound closing, not a phallus returning. Though Kaelen is lost in this conversation, you clearly understand what Stygos is communicating. You realize that your milk has its limits, that it cannot grow back severed limbs. A mix of disappointment and acceptance washes over you, but you are grateful nonetheless. Stygos is alive, and that is what matters most. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm just glad you're alive, Stygos. Thank you for everything.">> You turn to Kaelen, gratitude shining in your eyes as you thank him for trusting Crixus and taking in Stygos. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Kaelen. Tiberius and Servilia believe Stygos to be dead, and I would like to keep it that way.">> Kaelen nods, a thoughtful expression on his face. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Stygos is very smart, Philtra. Despite not having a tongue, he is a very useful resource to have. I will keep him hidden and treat him well until you can relocate him again.">> You nod, a sense of relief washing over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It will take a while. You should think of a more permanent solution for Stygos.">> Kaelen's expression turns serious, a hint of fear in his eyes. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "I'm not sure about that. Eventually, people will find out and start asking questions. I don't know how I'm supposed to handle that.">> You place a reassuring hand on his shoulder, your voice steady and confident. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Give Stygos some time, Kaelen. He is very smart and crafty. Possibly, he can pave the way out for himself if you support him enough.">> Stygos lowers his eyes, his expression carved with quiet resolve. Slowly, he touches his chest again, then mimes the weight of chains about his neck, his way of showing what he refuses to become. Turning to Kaelen, he sweeps his hand outward, as though pushing himself away from the hearth, then mimes the motion of walking over distant hills, the horizon stretching beyond the walls of the polis. His gestures speak of self-reliance, of journeys through lands unseen, of a future shaped by his own endurance rather than pity. At last, he turns to you. Pressing his palm to his brow, then lowering it toward your heart, he offers the closest thing to a spoken blessing his silence can give. Gratitude glimmers in his eyes, thanks for the hand that pulled him from the dust and for the kindness that carried him into Kaelen’s hall. When the light catches his face, the sorrow there is tempered by a calm determination, a man ready to vanish into the thin air once more, freed by mercy but bound to no one. Kaelen and you both understand Stygos's gesture and nod in respect. You then turn to Kaelen, a new request on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Kaelen, I have another favor to ask. Can you take in Antistia too? She is Servilia's head maid and is now pregnant with Priscus's child. Both Tiberius and Servilia wish to kill Antistia's child in her womb.">> Kaelen is put in a tough spot, his expression torn between duty and compassion. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "You know I'm a good man, and I don't want to deny you in helping a pregnant woman. But hiding one slave is hard, and hiding another, especially a pregnant woman who will eventually give birth, is just too much. Many people come and go into my estate, the truth will eventually get out. What then?">> You nod, understanding his predicament. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It's alright, Kaelen. I will find another way.">> You hand over the askos to Kaelen, your voice serious and urgent. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Give the milk in this askos to your father, Eamon, one sip at a time and not more. See if he is recovering.">> Stygos, knowing what the milk can do, shakes his head in refusal. He raises his remaining arm sharply, an urgent halt in the air. His eyes flick between you and Kaelen with an intensity that needs no tongue. He points to the askos, then traces a wavering line in the air as though showing a path that veers and twists dangerously. His fingers curl, miming something unseen creeping through bone and blood, hinting at forces the drink could awaken beyond mortal reckoning. He presses his hand flat over his heart and shakes his head, slow and deliberate, a plea not born of fear for himself alone, but for them. In his silence, the warning is clear: such gifts carry shadows, and what heals could just as easily curse. You understand Stygos's fear of the milk, but Kaelen is excited, his eyes shining with hope. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Philtra, if this milk can heal my father, where did you get it from?">> You lie, your voice steady and convincing. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It was a gift from the gods. I have seen this milk cure outward open wounds and cuts, but I am not sure whether it can cure the illness stemming from old age. Remember, this milk must be given very little by little. You need to see if your father is progressing and getting better and stop giving him the milk if he is better.">> Kaelen hugs and kisses you, his emotions overwhelming him. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Thank you, Philtra! Thank you!">> You and Stygos exchange a worried glance, the consequences of this action weighing heavily on your minds. You ask Stygos to keep an eye on this, and he nods in acceptance. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Kaelen, I spoke with the dowager queen. She has agreed to help you get the ludus from Tiberius. She wishes to work with Eamon if he gets better.">> Kaelen, still consumed by joy, gleefully agrees. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "I will reach out to you if something goes wrong, Philtra. Thank you for everything.">> You all part ways, wishing each other good luck as you step into the uncertain future that lies ahead. As Kaelen leaves, Klytemnaestra walks in alone, her presence commanding and her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and calculation. She congratulates you on your win, her voice laced with mockery as she calls you the champion of Olympia. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Congratulations, Philtra. The champion of Olympia. How... impressive.">> You raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Did you have anything to do with this?">> Klytemnaestra chuckles, a sound that sends shivers down your spine. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I did... kind of. Let's just say I had to sleep with Mnemonides to get him to help me. He was the one who made this happen.">> You already knew Mnemonides's side of the story, and you can't help but tease her. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You don't look unhappy about having to sleep with him. By this time, Mnemonides must owe you many favors.">> Klytemnaestra laughs, a genuine sound that surprises you. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "At least Mnemonides is easy. Just like most men, you just need to spread your legs for him to get on his good side.">> You laugh, shaking your head. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'll keep that in mind. By the way, I gave my milk in the askos to Kaelen, requesting him to give it to his father, Eamon. We'll need to wait and see if it actually works on him.">> Klytemnaestra thanks you, her expression serious. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I will keep my promise to somehow have Kaelen take over the ludus from Tiberius.">> You butt in, your voice laced with concern. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Speaking about Tiberius, he is very mentally ill, and this time he doesn't seem to be recovering.">> Klytemnaestra thinks seriously, her brow furrowing. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "This complicates things. Tiberius is crucial in our plan.">> You press further, your curiosity piqued. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What is the plan? And what is my role in it?">> Klytemnaestra quickly changes the subject, her voice light and evasive. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "We can discuss this at a later time. I wanted to tell you about the next step of the plan, which is to secure an alliance with the kingdom of Dysnomia and Lydia for Olympia. We will be travelling to the polis of Eryx, and I have made sure that you will also be allowed to come along with us to Eryx as my companion.">> You nod, a mix of excitement and apprehension washing over you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "That's great, but what about our agreement? When will I get to kill them all?">> Klytemnaestra smiles, a secret glint in her eye. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Vespasian and Mnemonides can wait. I have a special guest waiting for you in Eryx.">> You ask who it is, but she shakes her head, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "You'll have to wait and see, Philtra.">> You think back to the reward Mnemonides mentioned and realize that you both are hiding the same thing, baiting you towards it. You are satisfied with this for now, and you both bid farewell, promising to meet again soon. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Get to the palace in a couple of days, and we will begin our journey together.">> You agree, a sense of anticipation building within you. As you leave, Servilia and the maid join you, and you all make your way back to the ludus. Once there, Servilia announces your new title to everyone in the Tiberius household, and they celebrate, their cheers and congratulations filling the air. But deep down, you know that Servilia must be planning something. She wouldn't just allow you to be respected and celebrated like this and leave for Eryx without a hidden agenda. With that thought in mind, you go to sleep, excited and curious about what Klytemnaestra and Mnemonides have in store for you in Eryx. [[Go to the palace|AR151]]

A couple of days go by with you completing your everyday tasks, and you are woken up by Crixus, his voice urgent and low. <<dialogue "Crixus" "Philtra, get ready quickly. Servilia has packed and left for the palace already.">> You orient yourself, the fog of sleep slowly lifting as you take in your surroundings. You see Verus and Priscus standing next to Crixus, their expressions a mix of concern and determination. <<dialogue "Priscus" "Servilia has taken Antistia too. Do you know why she took her? Please, keep Antistia safe.">> You nod, the pieces falling into place. You understand now why Servilia allowed you to be celebrated after being crowned a champion. It was all a ploy, a way for her to use Antistia as leverage to keep you in check throughout the journey to Eryx and back. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand now. Servilia is using Antistia to control me. But I will do whatever I need to do to keep Antistia and her child safe.">> Priscus thanks you, his voice filled with gratitude and relief. <<dialogue "Priscus" "Thank you. We are counting on you.">> Verus steps forward, handing you a sack filled with your clothes and a few empty askos. <<dialogue "Verus" "Here are your things. Fill these and keep them in reserve if you need them in Eryx.">> You thank Verus, taking the sack and the askos. You hand over the already filled askos that you had with you, your voice serious and urgent. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Utilize this very responsibly until I return. And keep an eye out for Stygos if possible. I had given Kaelen an askos to attempt to heal his father, Eamon, from illness, and Stygos is there keeping an eye on them. Stygos might come to the ludus in hiding if he wants to discuss something with me. With me not being there, one of you needs to speak with Stygos and understand if there are any concerns.">> Crixus and Verus agree, their nods filled with determination. <<dialogue "Crixus" "We will keep an eye out for Stygos and make sure he is safe. Good luck on your journeys, Philtra.">> <<dialogue "Verus" "Safe travels, and may the gods watch over you.">> You fill one of the askos, the liquid sloshing gently as you secure it in your sack. You take a horse from the stable, the animal's coat glossy and its eyes bright with energy. With a final nod to your friends, you mount the horse, the sack of your belongings secured behind you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, all of you. I will do my best to keep Antistia safe and return as soon as I can.">> With that, you gallop towards the palace, the wind whipping through your hair as you leave the ludus behind, ready to face whatever challenges and adventures await you on the journey to Eryx. [[Begin your journey to Eryx|AR152]]

You arrive just in time, handing the horse over to one of the guards and sprinting towards the luxurious carts that carry the royal members, including the dowager queen and King Basileos. You notice a second luxurious cart being filled with treasure chests, and as you approach, Mnemonides sees you and calls out. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Philtra, get in.">> Inside the cart, you see Mnemonides and the dowager queen sitting, their expressions serious and focused. The dowager queen gestures for you to sit next to her, her voice low and urgent. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Philtra, we have a lot to discuss regarding what is to happen in Eryx. Here is the plan...">> As the dowager queen begins to explain the plan, King Basileos enters the cart, his presence commanding and his voice filled with amusement. <<dialogue "King Basileos" "What did I miss? What is this discussion about?">> Right behind the king, Servilia enters, with Antistia following closely behind, her head bowed in submission. Servilia's voice is sharp and commanding as she addresses Antistia. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Philtra! Why are you sitting in this cart meant for the royals? Remember, you are a slave. You can take a horse separately and ride alongside the cart, but not within it.">> The dowager queen starts to speak, likely to defend you, but you butt in, your voice steady and respectful as you apologize to everyone in the cart and leave. You turn to King Basileos, your request bold and direct. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, Master, my apologies.... Your Majesty, would you allow Antistia to sit in the cart? I understand she is a slave but she has no horse-riding experience and will struggle in the travel.">> King Basileos agrees graciously, his voice warm and kind. <<dialogue "King Basileos" "Of course, Philtra. Antistia may join us in the cart.">> You turn to Servilia, hoping Basileos will support you again. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Master, would you prefer to stay back considering your pregnancy? The travel might be unhealthy for the child at this stage.">> Servilia's smile is smug, her eyes gleaming with a secret knowledge. <<dialogue "Servilia" "I have important business with the royal family of Eryx. This business will play a key role in the success of this journey and its purpose.">> To your surprise, King Basileos agrees, his voice firm and resolute. <<dialogue "King Basileos" "Very well, Servilia. You will join us.">> You expected Basileos to be concerned for Servilia and her child's safety and ask her to stay back in Olympia, but he did not. You understand then that King Basileos will bend his morals as long as it is for the betterment of Olympia. You make a mental note to utilize this to your favor in the future. Servilia looks at you with a smug smile, but you quickly look away, helping Antistia onto the cart and ensuring she is safe and secure. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Your Majesty. I will take my leave now.">> You bow to them and turn to leave, but Mnemonides stops you, his voice filled with a sudden change of heart. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "I changed my mind. I find the cart to be uncomfortable. I prefer my horse.">> He gets down from the cart, visibly upsetting everyone for different reasons. The dowager queen wished to tell you the plan, but now Mnemonides will get to do so. Servilia is upset because Mnemonides getting down ruins her plan to humiliate you. King Basileos is upset because he knows Mnemonides will use the time on the journey to plan with you. Mnemonides asks a guard to fetch him his horse and another for you, and the guard complies. Thus, the journey to Eryx begins, with two luxurious carts carrying royal members and treasures, a few guards on horses for protection, and Mnemonides and you on your horses riding ahead of them all. [[Ride along side Mnemonides|AR153]]

You watch as Lysara hurriedly runs from the palace and climbs onto the cart, her movements swift and purposeful. Mnemonides hands you a sword, his voice serious and commanding. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Keep this for protection. As long as you have the sword and your askos, you will be fine.">> You thank Mnemonides, genuinely appreciating his thoughtfulness and the weight of the sword in your hand, a symbol of trust and responsibility. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Mnemonides. I will keep it safe.">> Mnemonides turns to the rest of the guard, his voice firm and authoritative. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Keep a slow pace with the carts. Philtra and I will go forth at a further distance to scout ahead for danger.">> You know that this is a lie, a ruse to get some time alone with you to discuss the plan. As you ride ahead, putting distance between you and the carts, you ensure that your discussion will not be overheard by anyone. Once you are clear, you turn to Mnemonides, your voice low and urgent. <<dialogue "Philtra" "So... What is the plan?">> Instead of answering directly, Mnemonides asks a counter question, his eyes searching yours. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Have you thought about what we discussed at the market? Are you willing to join me?">> You shake your head, your expression thoughtful and cautious. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I don't know who is on what side or what anyone's real motive is. Everyone seems to be comfortable with lying, so I can't make a decision on this.">> Mnemonides leans in, his voice filled with sincerity and a hint of desperation. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Not everyone. You can ask me anything, and I will tell you the truth. I am the only one capable of helping you, and who is not just using you for your abilities.">> He pauses, his gaze intense and probing. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Let me ask you this... Do you understand the dowager queen's motives and plans?">> You nod, your voice steady and confident. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I sort of do. The dowager queen wants to destroy Olympia and protect her son. But Basileos is fixated on protecting Olympia at any cost, so she is caught at a crossroad.">> Mnemonides smiles, a glint of approval in his eyes. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "That's correct. The thieving twins and Basileos worked together to destroy the queen's weapon, the discordant apple, which gave her a lot of information about important people. Now that her own son destroyed her weapon, making her powerless, she is failing. Her plan is to escape with her son and go back to her birthplace, Sparta, leaving Olympia in ruin. But she is delusional to think she can do that while keeping her son from foiling her plans.">> You agree, your voice filled with admiration. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos is smart and strong. He will destroy his own mother if it guarantees the safety of Olympia.">> Mnemonides nods, his expression serious and determined. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "We agree on this. If you join me, Philtra, once the dowager queen and Basileos are taken care of, you can join me in ruling over Olympia. I know you would want to kill your enemies, but think about this: I am offering something better. Anyone you want can be your slave. You can enslave Servilia, Tiberius, Vespasian, and anyone else you want, you can give them a fate worse than a quick death. The laws of the polis are what we make of it.">> For a moment, you find this offer enticing, imagining Vespasian and Servilia as your slaves, yourself on top of Olympia. But you push the thought aside, your voice steady and focused. <<dialogue "Philtra" "This sounds too good to be true. What is your plan to achieve all this, Mnemonides?">> Mnemonides's voice is filled with a cold, calculated resolve. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "I plan to kill Basileos and then the queen too. Basileos will not go away in peace under any circumstances, he needs to be killed. And if killed, the queen will want revenge, so she needs to be killed too. Once they are both dead, I will be the obvious heir to the throne.">> You press further, your curiosity piqued. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Was that your plan all along? If so, why haven't you killed Basileos yet?">> Mnemonides seems to stumble with his words, a hint of fear in his tone. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "I couldn't just kill Basileos. I needed some sort of cover-up story to kill him and not have my name involved, if not, the Olympian people would not accept me as their new king.">> You notice the fear in his voice when asked about confronting the king head-on, but you do not comment on it, nodding in understanding. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Is that why you need me? To kill the king so that you are not the one to do it?">> Mnemonides boldly says yes, his voice filled with a mix of hope and desperation. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Yes! That is why I need you.">> You press him further, your voice steady and unyielding. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What is going to stop you from killing me to cover up all this? Once I have done my task, I am no longer needed, and you can move on and rule the polis alone.">> Mnemonides's voice is filled with sincerity and a promise. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Dont you dare question my integrity! I am a man of my word. I promise to make you the general or even the queen if you kill Basileos for me. I will make sure that you will not be punished in any way for killing the king. You have my word on this.">> You hold his gaze, your expression serious and focused. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I need proof of that. You need to protect and support me all the way. I am sure Servilia has something planned for me there in Eryx, you will have the opportunity to prove it. Once I am convinced that you are a man of your word and that you will keep me safe, I will kill Basileos for you.">> Mnemonides seems genuinely relieved and happy, his voice filled with a mix of gratitude and determination. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "I promise! I will keep you safe.">> You nod, a sense of understanding and agreement passing between you. As the sun begins to set, casting a warm glow over the landscape, you both join back up with the rest of the traveling party. Mnemonides looked for a good spot to call a halt, asking everyone to get down and camp, to eat some food, and to give the horses some rest for the journey ahead. [[Camp at the end of the first day of travel|AR154]]

During the camping, everyone gathers around a warm campfire, the crackling flames casting a dance of shadows and light across their faces. The dowager queen signals you with her eyes, a silent command for you to step aside. You comply, moving out of earshot from the others, and she follows, her steps purposeful and her expression serious. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Philtra, I need to discuss something with you.">> You turn to face her, your voice low and curious. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What is your plan, Your Majesty?">> The dowager queen begins to explain, her voice filled with a mix of strategy and desperation. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "First things first, the purpose of this visit. We are going to Eryx to gain the alliance of the kingdom of Dysnomia... and also the kingdom of Lydia.">> You nod, your mind racing with thoughts of your mother and the lands you once called home. <<dialogue "Philtra" "My mother, Medaea, was born in Eryx. She grew up there until she moved to Olympia and met my father, Peregrine. But I have not heard much about Lydia or its capital, the acropolis of Sardis. All I know is that the polis and its occupants are very rich.">> The dowager queen's smile is tight, her eyes gleaming with a secret knowledge. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "They are rich, and that is all there is to that kingdom. Olympia needs this alliance to handle the financial burden of its polis. Eryx is geographically situated right in front of Olympia, so having Eryx as its ally will secure Olympia from any major army attacking it, as that army will need to pass through Eryx first to get to Olympia. Olympia is mostly surrounded by mountains, acting as a natural border security.">> You can't help but mock her, your voice laced with sarcasm. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Since you want Olympia to go to ruin, you must be keen on making sure this alliance breaks down.">> The dowager queen admits it, her voice filled with a mix of pride and resignation. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I am doing my best to break these ties, but my son is crafty enough to overcome my suppression.">> You press her further, your curiosity piqued. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What is your plan, and where do I come into it?">> The dowager queen explains, her voice filled with a cold, calculated resolve. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Eryx's queen, Iphianassa, has a daughter named Myrrine. I knew that Myrrine was to become Aphrodite's champion, so I sent a group of mercenaries and their leader to kill her. Recently, I heard that the leader was captured in the attempt and that Myrrine is still alive. I have spoken with those mercenaries, and they will be attacking the palace a couple of days after we all settle there and begin to negotiate for the alliance. I and Lysara will work on finding their leader and creating a way for the mercenaries to infiltrate the palace. The mercenaries are to attack all the royal members in an attempt to secure their leader and retrieve him when the security is low, and that is where you are needed. You are to kill both Eryx's queen, Iphianassa, and the princess Myrrine, and also kill Lydia's ambassador, Croesus, if possible in the ensuing chaos. In this chaos, I will drug Basileos and leave for Sparta with him. Lysara, Mnemonides, and you are to return to Olympia and announce that King Basileos is dead, and Mnemonides will rule Olympia from then on.">> You smirk, knowing that Mnemonides's warnings about the dowager queen's plan were all true. You ask about the promise she made to you, your voice steady and unyielding. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What about the promise you made to me about allowing me to kill Vespasian, Tiberius, Servilia, and Mnemonides? How am I to kill the future king? Did you find a way to kill the immortal Mnemonides?">> The dowager queen stumbles with her words, a hint of evasion in her tone. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Trust me! I have given instructions to Lysara, and Lysara will set up situations where you can get your revenge on anyone you want and still be a free woman and not end up again as a slave.">> You are not convinced, deciding that the dowager queen is not to be trusted and that Mnemonides is the only safe bet you have left. You keep this to yourself, agreeing to her plans with a nod. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I understand, Your Majesty. I will do as you command.">> The dowager queen continues. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I know a little bit of Servilia's plan. She is not only planning to humiliate you in front of the royal audience but also permanently sell you, making sure that you never get to come back to Olympia.">> This thought frightens you, as now you have a lot to lose. You have formed real connections with people like Stygos, Antistia, Crixus, Verus, Priscus, Seraphina, and Kaelen, and you do not want to leave Olympia until all your tasks there are completed. The dowager queen senses your fear, her voice filled with a promise of protection. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "I will protect you and make sure that you get to go back to Olympia with Lysara. Lysara will help you with any task that you want.">> You ask about Eamon, your voice filled with confusion and curiosity. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Why did you want me to try and heal Eamon if your plan was to run away anyway?">> The dowager queen stumbles with her words again, a hint of evasion in her tone. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Eamon being an ally is still good, and Lysara has a good working relationship with Eamon. She can make sure that Kaelen buys the ludus and you are a free woman.">> You think that the dowager queen does not have a clear plan for you and is only focused on achieving her goals, which are to ruin the alliance and escape to Sparta with her son. You agree again, your voice filled with resignation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Things will go as per your plan, Your Majesty.">> The dowager queen thanks you, her voice filled with a mix of gratitude and relief. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Thank you, Philtra. I will see you at the campfire.">> She leaves to join back with the party and eat, and you wait for a few more moments before joining them too, your mind racing with the weight of the plans and the choices you must make. [[Join the rest of them in the campfire|AR155]]

After joining back with the rest at the campfire and eating some hearty meals and sharing some laughs, the guards take turns watching the camp and the rest of the party, ensuring that everyone and the horses get some rest. The next day, Mnemonides wakes you up, his voice low and urgent. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Philtra, it's time to get moving.">> You all wash up in the nearby river, the cool water refreshing and invigorating. You grab some food to eat, the simple meal fueling your body for the journey ahead. Just like the previous day, you and Mnemonides ride ahead, putting distance between you and the carts following behind. Mnemonides turns to you. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Did you get all the details of the plan from the queen?">> You nod, your expression thoughtful and determined. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, I did. But I think it's a bad plan. I have a better one.">> Mnemonides raises an eyebrow, a glint of interest in his eye. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Oh? I'm listening.">> You explain your plan, your voice steady and confident. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It's understandable that the dowager queen would want the alliance to fail. But if you are to become the king of Olympia, you will also need those alliances. So, the better plan is to just cause chaos and have a lot of men cramped in a small space fighting each other. In that situation, you and I need to be there fighting against the mercenary group until we see a clear-cut chance to kill Basileos. If we are able to kill Basileos, then we can strike a deal with the mercenary group and hand over their leader to them and ask them to leave, diffusing the situation. This will ensure the king is dead, and the alliance still stands together.">> Mnemonides butts in, his voice filled with a mix of skepticism and understanding. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "The dowager queen would definitely suspect us if her son died but everyone else was saved.">> You press further, your voice filled with a mix of logic and challenge. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What options does the dowager queen have? Either die fighting us or pretend to accept her son's death and go back to Sparta, which is what she always wanted. We both get to go back to Olympia anyway.">> Mnemonides nods, his expression serious and focused. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "The queen's family still rules Sparta. If she is able to convince them to go to war with Olympia, that will be bad for us. Thus, the dowager queen does need to die one way or another, if Basileos dies too.">> He continues. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "I understand your point about maintaining the strength of the alliance and not letting the dowager queen break it. But the dowager queen is important to kill Basileos, and if the dowager queen and King Basileos join forces in desperation to survive, neither you nor I will succeed in our ambition.">> There is a thoughtful silence as both you and Mnemonides try to think of a plan to kill Basileos and the queen but still maintain the alliance. You speak up again, your voice filled with a sense of strategy. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The queen also said that I am to be sold, and that is Servilia's plan. We can use this opportunity to keep me in Olympia.">> Mnemonides listens intently, his expression thoughtful. <<dialogue "Philtra" "We should put Myrrine in danger amidst the battle. I will bargain with Basileos, and simultaneously, you bargain with the queen of Eryx, Iphianassa, for the safety of Myrrine. Together, we can save Myrrine in exchange for keeping me in Olympia.">> Mnemonides shakes his head, his voice filled with a mix of urgency and resolve. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "The king has to die here. Once he is dead, I take charge. You can be bought back from anyone, or I will go to war to get you back to Olympia. We should not waste this opportunity to kill Basileos.">> You press further, your voice filled with a mix of caution and logic. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You are too eager to kill Basileos. You need to wait for a better opportunity. This plan can go wrong very easily and paint both of us as traitors if caught red-handed.">> Mnemonides seems infuriated by your comments, his voice rising with anger. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "I have waited for too long! I have had enough of that waiting game!">> You are silent, watching as Mnemonides's calm and composed demeanor breaks, his emotions raw and exposed. He takes a deep breath, his voice steadying as he asks you a question, his eyes searching yours. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Do you know how old I am, Philtra?">> You attempt to diffuse the situation, your voice light and teasing. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Very.">> Mnemonides smiles, a glint of approval in his eye, and begins to tell you a story, his voice filled with a mix of pride and bitterness. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Three generations ago, there was a king named Zephyros, an ardent devotee of Zeus, who ruled Olympia. He had many marriages and wives, but he was cursed to not bear children. If and once he does, Zephyros will not be alive to see his children's birth. Two of Zephyros's wives got pregnant at the same time. One of them was Clymene, princess of Mycenae, and the other was Chalciope, the princess of Cydonia, Crete.">> You listen intently as Mnemonides continues, his voice filled with reverence. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "As soon as both the women got pregnant, just as the oracle predicted, the king, Zephyros, got sick and eventually died before either of those women could give birth. Both the women gave birth to a son each. My mother, Chalciope, gave birth to me, and then Clymene gave birth to Avernios.">> Your eyes widen as you realize the implications, the pieces falling into place. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Avernios was the former king Kyrathos's father, making Avernios Basileos's grandfather, by extension making you Basileos's great-uncle.">> Mnemonides nods, his expression serious. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "To make sure both I and Avernios did not fight for the throne, the wives of Zephyros decided to take both of us to the temple of Zeus in Olympia and have the gods decide the heir. At the temple, the head seer took both of us, and we were given boons by Zeus himself. Avernios was blessed that his lineage will rule Olympia until the end of time, and Zeus blessed me with this supposed immortality and placed me as the guardian to the throne and its king.">> Your interest is piqued, and you ask him about the supposed immortality, your voice filled with skepticism. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do you mean by 'supposed'? You are an immortal being, aren't you?">> Mnemonides laughs, shaking his head, a glint of mystery in his eye. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "This is a story for another day.">> He continues, his voice filled with pride. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "I watched as Avernios ruled Olympia as I fought many thankless wars and defended the polis from the invading armies many times. But I was never happy just to be a general and not be sitting on the throne since I was better. Don't get me wrong, I loved Avernios as my brother and would have happily laid down my life for him, and that relationship started going sour once Avernios's son Kyrathos was born.">> You can feel the venom in Mnemonides's tongue as he talks about Kyrathos, his voice filled with disgust. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Avernios was the best brother anyone could ask for, but he was not a good father, and Kyrathos turned out to be lousy and self-righteous. Kyrathos started wars and emptied Olympia's coffers only to make sure he is known by everyone as a righteous king when I was the one who was fighting these wars and losing my men and cleaning up after Kyrathos. Kyrathos has never set foot on a battlefield. And incase you were wondering, this is where Basileos gets his self-righteousness and the drive to look good for the people of the polis.">> You listen intently as Mnemonides explains the collusion between him and the dowager queen. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Both the dowager queen and I saw Kyrathos for who he is, and in an attempt to save Olympia, we colluded together. The dowager queen killed the king, Kyrathos, with an axe in front of his child, Basileos, when he was young, and I covered it up. Ever since Kyrathos died, there have been no wars in Olympia, only some random skirmishes here and there. Kyrathos's death brought peace to Olympia.">> You ask him about the throne. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Why did you not take the throne when Basileos was young? And why, once grown, has Basileos not taken any action against his mother or you for killing his father and covering it up?">> Mnemonides's voice is filled with understanding. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Deep down, Basileos must have known his father died for the betterment of Olympia, and that is why he tolerated that injustice. The only option I had at that time was to kill Basileos and frame the dowager queen for everything and take the throne, but I did have an affair with the dowager queen even back when Kyrathos was alive, and I did have a soft spot for Basileos, who was too young to die by my hands. Thus, I did not have the heart to do what was necessary. But now, I am also getting old by the day, and I am getting weaker and slower, and thus I want to fulfill my dream to be the king of Olympia for at least a short while before my time comes to an end.">> You laugh, the sound light and teasing, as you ask him about his immortality. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Is that what you meant? And old age and illness were the only things that could kill you? All your enemies need to do is wait for one more generation to see your death.">> Both of you laugh, the sound echoing through the air, lightening the mood and breaking the tension that had built between you. You ask Mnemonides about his ambition. <<dialogue "Philtra" "If you dont mind me asking... why not just let Basileos have the throne and let go of your ambition to sit on the throne if you know you are not going to last long?">> Mnemonides's voice is filled with regret as he explains the factors that fueled his ambition. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "There were a lot of factors involved in my ambition, which took root after the death of Kyrathos. One of the reasons was your mother, Medaea. I wanted to marry her, as I knew she was special the moment I laid my eyes on her. Red-haired women are very rare and special, and this also contributed to my attraction towards Medaea.">> Your mind quickly wanders towards Diana, the woman who called you a sister, who also had red hair similar to your mother and yourself. You think back to Ares telling you about Themyscira, the memories flooding your mind with wonder and confusion. Mnemonides seems to have continued talking, but due to your wavering thoughts, you missed it all. You butt in to catchup on what you missed. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do you know about my mother, Medaea?">> Mnemonides stops whatever he was saying, his voice filled with a mix of reminiscence and revelation as he answers your question. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Medaea was very young and very pretty when she came into Olympia while there was an ongoing war, which was actually, now that I think about it, the last war in Olympia till now. Shortly after that, Kyrathos was killed by the dowager queen. Anyway, during the war, Peregrine was injured, and Medaea traveled from Eryx to Olympia just to treat Peregrine. Eventually, Medaea stayed as a nurse, healing the injured until the war was over, after which Peregrine and Medaea got together and got married.">> You recall the conversation Ares had with Medaea in front of you before Medaea was killed by Mnemonides. You probe further. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What did you mean by that?">> Mnemonides continues, his voice filled with a mix of speculation and certainty. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "I do not know the exact details, but I think that instead of being conceived the regular way, you were likely placed into Medaea's womb, and she gave birth to you eventually. You were brought up by both Peregrine and Medaea but I don't think Peregrine's blood runs in your body. Medaea chose Peregrine purely because of his nature, as he is gentle, honorable, and very respected in the community. Medaea probably thought Peregrine would be a good fit to be your father, and that is why your mother married him. I did some research on Medaea and where she came from as I was very interested in her... and I found some truly strange things about her.">> You listen intently as Mnemonides shares his findings about Medaea, your voice filled with eagerness. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What strange things did you find out about her?">> Mnemonides's voice is filled with awe as he reveals what he knows. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "All I know is that Medaea is older than even I myself, and she started aging only after having you. Before that, she remained as a young woman for many years. The place we are going to now is Eryx, and the queen there is most likely to intimately know Medaea. As far as I know, even some of the gods knew who Medaea was, and she had interacted with them. Who were her parents, and was she actually born in Eryx, or was it made up? How did she come to serve Aphrodite, and why did she get married and settle down after all the years of adventure? ... The people close to Medaea during her time in Eryx will have much better answers to these questions.">> You think back to Ares speaking with Medaea like they had known each other for a very long time, the memories flooding your mind with a mix of wonder and realization. Mnemonides continues, his voice filled with speculation. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "You might have been an experiment of Aphrodite. Medaea was enforcing Aphrodite's influence on the mortal realm for many years, and having you was likely the most important task given to Medaea.">> You ask him about Ares, your voice filled with a mix of curiosity and challenge. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Is that why Ares took me from Medaea? to smite Aphrodite?">> Mnemonides agrees. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Aphrodite and Ares have always had a spat, and Ares wanted to take Aphrodite's most prized possession and make it his own. That is why you were taken by Ares during the eclipse.">> You ask him about his relationship with Ares. <<dialogue "Philtra" "How do you know Ares, and how long have you been working together?">> Mnemonides chuckles, shaking his head, a glint of mystery in his eye. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "I do not work for or trust any gods after Zeus gave me the task to eternally become the guardian of the throne. The dowager queen was the one in contact with the gods, and that is how I was tasked to bring you to Ares. I did so, and in turn, Ares confirmed to me that if I take the throne by killing Basileos, I will not face any repercussions for this action from any of the gods. And only since then have I been plotting to kill Basileos.">> You thank Mnemonides for telling the truth, your voice filled with a mix of gratitude and realization. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you for being honest with me.">> Now things seem to be falling into place for you to understand what had happened and why you got caught in the middle of all this. Mnemonides eagerly asks you if you have any other questions. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Ask any other questions that you have, and I will only tell you the truth and not hide anything.">> You appreciate Mnemonides's gesture, your voice filled with a mix of determination and partnership. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I truly appreciate that. Moving forward, we both can work together and trust each other and take over Olympia.">> Mnemonides nods in joy, his face showcasing his excitement. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "I agree, Philtra. I knew you would see the truth in my words and intentions. Together, we will make Olympia the acropolis that my brother Avernios wished it would be.">> As you both talked and bonded, the sun went down again, casting a warm glow over the landscape. Mnemonides found a good place to halt and camp for the night, the stars above twinkling with a promise of new beginnings and shared destinies. [[Rest for the night|AR156]]

Later in the night, during the camping, you ask to speak with Lysara alone. She nods and steps aside with you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "How do you and the dowager queen plan on communicating with the mercenaries, and how are you planning on locating the leader?">> Lysara explains her strategy. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Locating their leader, Gryphion, is the hard part. Then we have to locate a way into the palace. The mercenary group would probably contain 300 fighters, but they will be no match for Eryx's army. They will need the element of surprise to cause any damage and run away with their leader.">> You are in shock after hearing the name Gryphion, the realization dawning on you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The group attacking Eryx would be the Band of the Hawk mercenary group attempting to secure their leader, Gryphion.">> You make up your mind that Gryphion and everyone in the mercenary group needs to die, but you do not share this with Lysara, who nods in agreement. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What is your plan, Lysara? The dowager queen said that you are to set up my kills and keep me out of prison if the dowager queen is able to escape to Sparta with Basileos.">> Lysara shakes her head, a sigh of disappointment escaping her lips. <<dialogue "Lysara" "You might not want to hear this, but the truth is that I never wanted any of this. As we discussed in the bathhouse, I asked for your help in getting away from all this.">> You ask her about the benefits for you with your usual skepticism. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What is in it for me if I help you?">> Lysara admits the truth. <<dialogue "Lysara" "I have nothing to offer you but some critical information that might help you. Even if the queen escapes from Eryx today with Basileos, I still intend to abandon Olympia and thus will not be able to assist you in your revenge.">> You press her for the information, your voice filled with a mix of eagerness and determination. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What information is that?">> Lysara asks for your promise with hope. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Do you promise to help me escape in the ensuing chaos with the Band of the Hawk?">> You agree, your voice filled with a mix of resolve and partnership. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I promise. Now, tell me the information.">> Lysara shares her insights. <<dialogue "Lysara" "You are better off killing Servilia in the chaos, as she intends to sell you to Eryx or Sardis, whoever is the highest bidder. Basileos is unlikely to want to keep you in Olympia. If you kill Servilia discreetly and do not get caught, Mnemonides and the dowager queen can probably interfere and make sure you are not sold, as your master is no longer alive to bargain.">> You make a mental note of this, but you also consider the implications for Crixus's child, your mind racing with the weight of your decisions. Lysara continues. <<dialogue "Lysara" "You are likely to meet the Band of the Hawk tomorrow if you go off the path and into the forest, as that is where they are camping until I give them the signal to attack the palace. Also, I understand you are close with Thysa and Lyssa. Do not trust the thieving twins. They would want revenge on you for killing all their members.">> You do not believe Lysara, as the twins seemed genuine in their intent to help you, but you agree and nod, keeping your thoughts to yourself. Lysara shares more about Gryphion. <<dialogue "Lysara" "One odd thing is... Gryphion is special. It is highly unlike him to not be able to complete the task, which was to kill the princess Myrrine. We need to understand how and why he failed. Even if he failed, why is he still being kept alive there?">> You think to yourself attempting to rationalize Gryphion's failure but find no possible answers. So, you change the subject and ask her about her loyalty to the dowager queen, your voice filled with a mix of curiosity and challenge. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Why are you still working for the dowager queen, and why have you not run away yet? She has already lost the discordant apple, right? I saw its ashes.">> Lysara explains, her voice filled with a mix of regret and resignation. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Very long ago... I committed a heinous crime, and the dowager queen knows about it and helped me in the cover-up. Thus, I was in debt to the queen. But since she no longer has the discordant apple, she is pretty much blind and will not be able to manipulate things to her advantage.">> She comes back to the topic of Eryx and continues to warn you. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Gryphion is wanted by many, like Mnemonides, the dowager queen, the Band of the Hawk, and also some mythical creatures too.">> This piques your interest, and you ask her about the mythical creature, your voice filled with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What mythical creature?">> Lysara shares what she knows. <<dialogue "Lysara" "I heard from my spies that there seems to be a minotaur roaming around the outskirts of Eryx looking for Gryphion.">> You ask about the minotaur. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Who is that minotaur, and why would it want Gryphion?">> Lysara admits her lack of knowledge with honesty. <<dialogue "Lysara" "I do not know. I am just warning you about this. If you see the minotaur, do not fight it and run away. No one, not even Mnemonides would win that fight.">> You know better than to pick fights you cannot win, and you nod in agreement, your mind racing with the weight of the information shared. You ask Lysara about her plans for the future. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What are you planning to do if you are able to successfully run away from here?">> Lysara shares her dreams with hope. <<dialogue "Lysara" "I plan on going far away and just being a good wife and a good mother to someone in silence and lead a peaceful life.">> She asks you about your plans. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Do you know what you are going to do after all of this is over?">>You admit your uncertainty. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am not sure if I will make it out alive, considering I am just a pawn in this game and all the rest seem to have a plan of their own.">> Lysara offers her advice. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Go with the flow. Once the main players take each other out, a path will show itself to you, and you can take that and see how things play out.">> You nod in agreement. You still can't shake the curiousity that Mnemonides piqued in you with his revelations about your mother and thus you ask Lysara about your mother with eagerness. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Do you know anything about my mother, Medaea?">> Lysara shares what she knows. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Medaea is very mysterious. The powerful women of Eryx have expunged records or rumors about Medaea to hide her tracks. But Medaea has toppled kingdoms and killed kings and has even taken up odd jobs directly from the gods themselves, as far as I have heard. But all this could very well be exaggeration. She moved out of the limelight after having you and thus no one was interested in her everyday activities.">> You press her for more information. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What else do you know?">> Lysara admits her limited knowledge. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Not much. Maybe get someone from Eryx to speak about Medaea, as they might know a lot more.">> Mnemonides calls you to eat, and you and Lysara break up your conversation, joining the rest of the party near the campfire. <<if visited("Gryphion 8") > 0>> [[The next day|AR157]] <<else>> [[The next day|AR158]] <</if>>

You get up, just like the previous day, and eat and wash yourself, preparing for the journey ahead. Mnemonides and you scout ahead once again, and he tells you that you are close and might reach the gates of Eryx before sundown. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "We are close, Philtra. We might reach the gates of Eryx before sundown.">> You share with Mnemonides that Lysara told you last night about the Band of the Hawk. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Lysara told me last night that the Band of the Hawk is camping close by. I want to travel and look for them and catch up with the convoy again before we reach the gate.">> Mnemonides agrees but asks you why you want to meet the mercenaries. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Why do you want to meet the mercenaries?">> You explain. <<dialogue "Philtra" "We can only trust each other, Mnemonides. Not Lysara or the dowager queen. I need to go in and check out the group for myself.">> Mnemonides nods in understanding, and you take off, leaving the road and venturing into the forest, looking for signs of their camp. As you speed by for a long time, clueless about where to go, you hear an arrow whiz past your ear. You look over in the direction of the arrow and see a man drop his bow and wave at you, calling you over. <<dialogue "Man" "Over here!">> Puzzled that the Band of the Hawk knew about your arrival, you approach the man. As you get closer, you realize that the man is none other than Iodaeus. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Iodaeus? Is that you?">> You dismount your horse and run up to him, embracing him tightly. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Iodaeus, it's so good to see you!">> You look around, expecting to see the rest of the band, but they are nowhere to be found. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Where is everyone else?">> Iodaeus asks how you have been, and you, though eager to explain everything that has happened, know that now is not the time. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "How have you been, Philtra?">> <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm good, Iodaeus. How have you been? Are you still with the band?">> Iodaeus reveals that today will be his last day, and he was waiting for you. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "Today will be my last day. I was waiting for you.">> You are puzzled and ask what he means by that. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do you mean by that?">> He responds. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "I was told that you would arrive and give me an urgent command that I am to execute immediately.">> You nervously laugh and say. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I have no idea what you're talking about, Iodaeus. I have no commands for you.">> Iodaeus then gives you a coin, and as you examine it, you figure out that the face of Hermes is etched on both sides of this gold coin. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "Here, take this. It will explain everything.">> You quickly make the connection and instruct Iodaeus. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Iodaeus, ride to Olympia. Go to the center of the polis, and from there head west to reach the barracks. Underneath the barracks, there is a dungeon for prisoners. There, you will find Thysa and Lyssa, the twin sisters who are the leaders of the thieving guild of Olympia. They are guarded by two skillful and honest Praetorians named Thrasybulos and Eudoxos.">> Iodaeus thanks you and takes his horse, riding out. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "Thank you, Philtra. I will do as you command.">> You remember that you need to catch up with the convoy before they reach the gates or someone figures out that you are missing. You quickly mount your horse and gallop back to join the convoy, the weight of your encounter with Iodaeus and the mystery of the coin heavy on your mind. [[Catch back up with the convoy|AR159]]

You get up, just like the previous day, and eat and wash yourself, preparing for the journey ahead. Mnemonides and you scout ahead once again, and he tells you that you are close and might reach the gates of Eryx before sundown. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "We are close, Philtra. We might reach the gates of Eryx before sundown.">> You share with Mnemonides that Lysara told you last night about the Band of the Hawk. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Lysara told me last night that the Band of the Hawk is camping close by. I want to travel and look for them and catch up with the convoy again before we reach the gate.">> Mnemonides agrees but asks you why you want to meet the mercenaries. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Why do you want to meet the mercenaries?">> You explain. <<dialogue "Philtra" "We can only trust each other, Mnemonides. Not Lysara or the dowager queen. I need to go in and check out the group for myself.">> Mnemonides nods in understanding, and you take off, leaving the road and venturing into the forest, looking for signs of their camp. As you speed by for a long time, clueless about where to go, you hear an arrow whiz past your ear. You look over in the direction of the arrow and see a man drop his bow and wave at you, calling you over. <<dialogue "Man" "Over here!">> Puzzled that the Band of the Hawk knew about your arrival, you approach the man. As you get closer, the stranger introduces himself as Iodaeus and asks if your name is Philtra. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "Are you Philtra?">> You are still curious about how he was standing there in the middle of nowhere waiting for you and how he knows your name, but you cautiously admit that you are Philtra and are unsure how to proceed with this strange conversation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, I am Philtra. How do you know my name?">> Iodaeus says. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "I was waiting for you, Philtra.">> This leaves you even further confused. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What do you mean by that, Iodaeus?">> He responds.<<dialogue "Iodaeus" "I was told that you would arrive and give me an urgent command that I am to execute immediately.">> You nervously laugh and say. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I have no idea what you're talking about. I have no commands for you.">> Iodaeus then gives you a coin, and as you examine it, you figure out that the face of Hermes is etched on both sides of this gold coin. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "Here, take this. It will explain everything.">> You quickly make the connection and instruct Iodaeus. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Iodaeus, ride to Olympia. Go to the center of the polis, and from there head west to reach the barracks. Underneath the barracks, there is a dungeon for prisoners. There, you will find Thysa and Lyssa, the twin sisters who are the leaders of the thieving guild of Olympia. They are guarded by two skillful and honest Praetorians named Thrasybulos and Eudoxos.">> Iodaeus thanks you and takes his horse, riding out. <<dialogue "Iodaeus" "Thank you, Philtra. I will do as you command.">> You remember that you need to catch up with the convoy before they reach the gates or someone figures out that you are missing. You quickly mount your horse and gallop back to join the convoy, the mystery of Iodaeus and the coin lingering in your thoughts. [[Catch back up with the convoy|AR159]]

You join back up with the rest of the convoy, and together, you all eventually reach Eryx. The guards at the gate greet the convoy warmly, informing you that they were expecting your arrival. You make your way to the royal palace, where another guard awaits you. <<dialogue "Guard" "Welcome, royal citizens of Olympia. You have been allocated rooms to rest and recover. Later in the day, you can meet our queen, Iphianassa, her daughter, Myrrine, and Lydia's ambassador, Croesus.">> As the convoy begins to ascend the stairs, another guard walks in and stops your progress. He informs you that slaves are not allowed into the palace. <<dialogue "Guard" "I'm sorry, but slaves are not allowed into the palace. Only the royal members and their guards may enter.">> Mnemonides and the dowager queen begin to protest, insisting that they need the slaves and, therefore, they must also be allowed inside. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "We need our slaves! They must be allowed to enter with us.">> <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Yes, this is unacceptable. We cannot be separated from our slaves. We were never informed about this requirement.">> You look over to Antistia, noticing the worry etched on her face. As you do, you catch Basileos and Servilia exchanging smirks, realizing that this was their plan all along... to isolate you from the rest of the party and request this segregation from Eryx. Your priority is the safety of Antistia above all else. You speak up, interrupting the conversation between the guards and Mnemonides and the dowager queen. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I will do as commanded.">> You hand over your weapon to Mnemonides and ask the guard where you are to be accommodated. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Where am I to be accommodated?">> The guard responds. <<dialogue "Guard" "You will have accommodation in the academy of Aphrodite. You are to go there, while the rest will be accommodated in the palace as royal guests.">> You graciously agree and ask. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Will a guard be accompanying and escorting me to the academy?">> The guard agrees, and you loudly call for Antistia. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Antistia, come with me.">> She leaves Servilia's side and goes with you, just as you expected. Servilia protests. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Can we make an exception and allow Antistia in? Considering my pregnancy, I need her by my side.">> The guard refuses. <<dialogue "Guard" "I'm sorry, but we will assign medics and caretakers to you, but we will not allow any slaves inside, at least not without the queen's explicit consent.">> Basileos joins in the conversation. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Antistia, go with Philtra.">> You nod toward Mnemonides in encouragement, and you and Antistia are escorted by guards to the steps of the academy while the rest of the convoy enters the palace. [[Go to the academy of Aphrodite|AR160]]

As the guards take you and Antistia to the academy, you are greeted by a middle-aged woman. She introduces herself as Elara, Hierodules of the Aphrodite Temple. <<dialogue "Elara" "Welcome, travelers. I am Elara, Hierodules of the Aphrodite Temple.">> You had heard that name from your mother when you were young, but you still cannot place it in your memories. You introduce yourself, hoping to gauge her reaction. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am Philtra, champion of Olympia, a gladiatrix in the ludus of Tiberius Claudius Eutychus, and the daughter of Medaea, who was from here... Eryx.">> Elara visibly gets sad at the mention of your mother, Medaea. You introduce Antistia. <<dialogue "Philtra" "This is Antistia, also a slave of Tiberius. We are here to accompany our master, Servilia, on this journey.">> Elara forces herself to smile despite her sorrow and welcomes you both. The guard leaves as you and Antistia follow Elara. <<dialogue "Elara" "Welcome, Philtra and Antistia. I am glad to have you here.">> Elara shows you and Antistia your rooms, and you thank her for her hospitality, getting settled in. You make sure Antistia is well fed and get her to sleep and rest. However, you are unable to sleep despite your best efforts, your thoughts are filled with memories of your mother and questions about what her life was like before she arrived at Olympia. Deciding to get up and walk around, you hope to explore and understand the academy better. As you walk out, you notice that the academy is bustling despite the late hours. You see that there are many floors and walk around, observing the various activities. You notice cloth masters examining clothes, presumably with some students, one of them is completely naked. You figure that nudity is a very common and understandable state for a woman or even for a devotee of Aphrodite to be in. Continuing your exploration, you see beautiful statues of many women in dancing poses. You also spot some weapon caches, presumably dummy weapons for the women to learn with rather than make war. You even hear some of the women singing beautifully in chorus. As you wander further, you come across a training area where women are practicing various forms of combat. They move with grace and precision, their bodies honed from years of discipline. You watch in awe as they spar, their movements fluid and powerful. It reminds you of your own training, but there's a sense of freedom and joy in their practice that you've never experienced. In another part of the academy, you find a library filled with scrolls and books. The scent of parchment and ink fills the air, and you can't help but run your fingers over the spines of the tomes, wondering about the knowledge they contain. You think about how different your life could have been if you had access to such resources, if you had been allowed to learn and grow in an environment like this. You also stumble upon a garden, lush and vibrant even in the night. The sound of a fountain trickling water soothes your mind, and you take a moment to breathe in the fragrant air. Flowers of every color bloom under the moonlight, and you can almost imagine your mother walking through this very garden, her laughter echoing through the night. A sense of longing washes over you as you realize the stark contrast between your life and the one your mother might have had. You are a slave to many: Mnemonides, the dowager queen, Ares, Tiberius, and Servilia, all of whom want a piece of you for themselves. But here, in this academy, you see a glimpse of what could have been... a life of learning, growth, and freedom. It fills you with jealousy, fueling your resolve to break free from the chains that bind you and forge your own path. [[Continue the exploration|AR161]]

As you continued to walk around, you heard a voice ask if you liked it. You started, turned around, and saw Elara. <<dialogue "Elara" "Do you like it here, Philtra?">> You answered. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, I do. My mother was lucky to have experienced all this. My mother spoke about you when I was young, but I can't remember well what was said. It was probably something nice, though.">>You jokingly assured her that it was probably something nice, though. Elara conveyed her condolences. <<dialogue "Elara" "I am sorry that things turned out this way. Your mother did not deserve to die like that, and you did not deserve to be enslaved.">> You and Elara sat down on a stone bench, and you asked about your mother. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What was my mother like when she was here in Eryx and at this academy?">>Elara had tears well up in her eyes as she spoke about Medaea. <<dialogue "Elara" "Medaea left a long time ago on an important mission and never returned. I missed her every single day. I remember the first time I met your mother. We trained together, and over time, we formed a strong friendship. Medaea was incredibly kind, always ready to help, and incredibly resourceful. She was a beacon of light in this place. Her intellect and skills were far beyond mine or anyone else's here. She was truly exceptional. She was Aphrodite's best devotee and the best student this academy has ever seen. She was given many impossible tasks, and she completed them anyway... except the most important mission in the academy's long history.">> You asked what that mission was. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What was that mission? Did she not succeed?">> Elara seemed to be heartbroken to admit it. <<dialogue "Elara" "She did not succeed.">> You asked Elara to explain, and she did. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Elara, please explain what you mean.">> Elara said. <<dialogue "Elara" "You were created by Aphrodite herself personally. You were given to Medaea to bear and raise and bring you back to the academy when the time was right and make you Aphrodite's champion. Everything hinged on your mother's success.">> Elara continued, her voice heavy with regret. <<dialogue "Elara" "This task was too much even for Medaea. She failed, and you fell into Ares's hands.">> You were shocked, your mind racing with the implications of her words. You urgently asked Elara. <<dialogue "Philtra" "How do you know Ares, and what do you mean by me being created by Aphrodite?">> Elara answered. <<dialogue "Elara" "Medaea being dead could only mean one thing, and that is Ares was involved. Knowing that you are now a slave and, worse, a gladiatrix confirmed my suspicion that you are now aligned with Ares. Regarding your body being created by Aphrodite herself... by now you must have noticed how your body can do things others could not.">> You were confused and looked back on what she might mean regarding your body being exceptional. Elara continued. <<dialogue "Elara" "It is not just about looking pretty. Your body is much more durable and can withstand a lot more than any other normal body. Your body is much more malleable to the touch of a god, and that is why multiple gods wanted to claim your body for themselves, due to your body's adaptability.">> Elara continued, her eyes filled with sadness. <<dialogue "Elara" "You were created to use your body to spread love and peace, but instead, you are here in Eryx to bring chaos and bloodshed.">> You were still shocked at this revelation, your mind reeling from the weight of her words. You thought back to Mnemonides speculating that Medaea and Peregrine were not your real parents. The pieces were starting to fall into place, but the picture was far from clear. You turned to Elara, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am not here to cause chaos or to harm anyone, but I have to do things to protect myself and the ones close to me. And if bloodshed is the surest way to achieve it, I will take it. I am not in this place in my life willingly. If I were given the choice, I would rather be doing anything else than be Ares's whore.">> Elara laughed, a sound that held no warmth or humor. <<dialogue "Elara" "You are lying to yourself and everyone else with that excuse. There was always a choice to do the right thing, and you chose the easy route rather than the tough but correct route.">> You angrily responded. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It's easy to make these statements from where you are now, Elara. I doubt you would remain honorable if you were a slave, used and abused by everyone around you.">> Elara turned serious, her expression solemn and unyielding. <<dialogue "Elara" "Oh really... alright then, tell me. If you agree right here, right now, to commit your life to Aphrodite, I can cure you from Ares's influence and make sure you are a free citizen of Eryx. You would not be required to set foot in Olympia ever again. Here is the choice that you wanted, back up your empty words with your decision.">> You were caught off guard by this proposal and stumbled on your words, trying to find the right way to express your thoughts. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I... I cannot accept this, Elara. I have people back in Olympia who are depending on my return and my protection. I will not turn my back on them.">> You paused, gathering your thoughts before continuing. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Once I make sure that everyone I care for is safe and secure, I would be open to the thought of coming back to Eryx. But I cannot waver in my goals up until that time.">> Elara's expression hardened, and she scoffed at you, her voice dripping with disdain. <<dialogue "Elara" "This is a lame excuse. You need to come to terms with the fact that you are too far gone at this point. There is no turning back for you, and you just have to continue making excuses to justify any wrongdoing done by you.">> With that, Elara got up and walked away angrily, her footsteps echoing her frustration. She stopped abruptly, her back still turned to you. <<dialogue "Elara" "I hope that one day you recognize the correct path and have the courage to sacrifice your goals to walk the right path and make the right choices.">> Her words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the choices you've made and the path you've chosen. Before you could process all this information, Elara had walked away, leaving you disturbed. You then gave up on exploring the academy and went back to your room to sleep, your mind racing with the weight of Elara's revelations and the choices that lay ahead. [[The next day|AR162]]

The next day, you are woken up by the footsteps of the guards. You see a woman enter your room, surrounded by guards. The woman introduces herself. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I am Myrrine, the princess of Eryx and the daughter of Queen Iphianassa.">> You straighten yourself and greet Myrrine, introducing yourself. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am Philtra, a gladiatrix, the champion of Olympia and daughter to Medaea, who was from this academy.">> Myrrine circles you, surveying you, and tells you. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "You were all anybody could speak about in the previous night's discussion in the palace. You are to be sold to Croesus, and this deal will be finalized soon.">>She runs her hand along your skin, admiring it, and says. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I have heard a lot about your skin and its unique abilities and adaptability.">> You notice a smug superiority displayed by Myrrine in her words and behavior against you. Myrrine asks. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "How many men have you killed, Philtra?">> You answered with a trick question. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I do not keep count, but none of those men or my kills are as impressive as yours.">> Myrrine is shocked and takes a step back, her eyes widening with surprise. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "What do you mean by that?">> You meet her gaze steadily, a hint of a challenge in your voice. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I heard a rumor about the Band of the Hawk's leader, Gryphion, attempting to kill you, but you were able to defeat him and kill him all by yourself. That is very impressive. I trained as a gladiatrix, and even I would not have been able to do that.">> You watch her closely, waiting to see if she will correct you, knowing full well that the truth is different. Gryphion was captured, not killed. Myrrine stumbles on her words, and, in an attempt to save face, she lies and boasts. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Defeating Gryphion was not a big deal. My training in this academy helped me overcome him.">> You closely watch Myrrine and her body language, knowing she is lying. You decide to outwit Myrrine and feign praise towards her, asking for the details. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Of course! You as the princess are the crown jewel of this kingdom. Of course, you defeated him. Tell me more... How exactly did you defeat him? Did he charge at you with a sword? and most importantly... how did he get into your chamber?">> Myrrine is again stumbling on her words, clearly buying time to think of something to say and avoid getting caught in her lie. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Well, um, it was quite... intense. But with my training, I was able to...">> As Myrrine begins to speak, Elara clears her throat, letting her presence be known. Myrrine turns around, startled, and greets Elara. <<dialogue "Elara" "Myrrine, please leave and go back to the palace right away. Philtra will soon meet you there.">> Myrrine nods, her cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment, and exits the room with her guards, leaving you alone with Elara. As soon as Myrrine and the guards are gone, you told Elara. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine is a bad liar. You should have trained her better.">> Elara, in anger, warns you not to mock Myrrine. <<dialogue "Elara" "Do not mock Myrrine.">> You attempt to defuse the situation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I was just joking, Elara. What actually happened between Gryphion and Myrrine? Please dont tell me that Myrrine defeated him.">> Elara rubs her head with her hands, a gesture of frustration and regret. She admits, her voice heavy with sorrow. <<dialogue "Elara" "Just like Medaea, I failed too. As soon as we heard of Medaea's death, we decided on Myrrine to be the champion of Aphrodite. She was about to attend the trials of Aphrodite when, one fateful night, Gryphion sneaked in and assaulted her.">> Elara falls silent, lost in the memories of that night, her eyes distant and pained. You finish her thought, your voice soft but firm. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I remember my mother warning me about preserving my virginity for Aphrodite. Since that was taken from Myrrine before the trials, she will never get to be the champion of Aphrodite.">> You pause, your mind drifting to your own experiences. You think about how you were taken against your will during the eclipse, merging your body with Ares on that fateful day. Elara, still sorrowful, agrees with you, her voice tinged with regret and hope. <<dialogue "Elara" "Now Aphrodite does not have a champion to influence and exert her will on this mortal realm. It is still not too late for you to change your mind about your path, Philtra. You can still side with Aphrodite if you want to.">> You are confused and ask, your brow furrowing in disbelief. <<dialogue "Philtra" "How is that possible? I have now slept with many men and am far from being a virgin.">> Elara laughs, a sound that holds a hint of mystery and power. <<dialogue "Elara" "Your body can be changed at Aphrodite's will. It was Aphrodite herself who created you after all.">> You think about this, your mind racing with the implications of Elara's words. Your thoughts are broken as Elara commands you with a sense of urgency. <<dialogue "Elara" "Prepare yourself. You are to go to the palace now. Mnemonides and the queen of Olympia made sure that you are an important part of the negotiation moving forward.">> You quickly ask Elara if you can take Antistia with you to the palace, hoping to have her by your side. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Can I take Antistia with me to the palace?">> Elara responds, her tone matter-of-fact. <<dialogue "Elara" "Antistia was already woken up and left for the palace to join her master, Servilia.">> This news puts fire to your feet, and you quickly prepare yourself, your heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Elara assigns a guard to escort you to the palace, and as you approach the entrance, another guard takes over, leading you into the palace and on to the hall where the negotiations are happening. [[Go to the palace|AR163]]

You walk in to see Mnemonides, Servilia, Antistia, Basileos, and Myrrine all standing around and laughing. You slowly walk in, not knowing what to do or whom to greet. Mnemonides quickly notices you and invites you in. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Philtra, come in. The queen, Iphianassa, has been showing our queen and Lysara around the palace, and they seem to be... exploring.">> You quickly understand that the dowager queen and Lysara are looking for Gryphion and checking for the secret passage to still be open for the attack by the Band of the Hawk. Your thoughts are interrupted by a man who calls out your name and walks up to you, greeting you. <<dialogue "Unknown Man" "Philtra! Finally...">> You are confused and do not recognize the man. Servilia walks up to the man and you and introduces the man to you as Croesus, the ambassador of Lydia. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Philtra, this is Croesus, the ambassador of Lydia. The one who has bought you from me.">> You notice that Servilia seems uncomfortable in her walk and is worrying if the child will be born here in Eryx instead of Olympia. Croesus seems a bit offended by your lack of reaction to Servilia introducing him. Servilia turns to you, her voice commanding. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Philtra, bow to your new master.">> But before you can react, Croesus interrupts, his tone firm and authoritative. <<dialogue "Croesus" "It is not necessary. I bought her for her unruliness.">> His words catch your ears, and you snap back to reality, the weight of his statement settling over you. You understand that Croesus has bought you, and the likelihood of returning to Olympia fades into uncertainty. You glance at Mnemonides, who drops his head in shame, his inability to stop your sale evident in his demeanor. Servilia, noticing your reaction, steps closer, her voice laced with triumph and finality. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Both the king, Basileos himself, and I agreed to this deal. No one can change it now.">> Her words imply that she was aware of your plans to escape the sale, leaving you with a sense of betrayal and a daunting realization of your new reality. You quickly compose yourself, knowing you have to find a way to get out of this situation and return back to Olympia. You feign obedience and bow down, greeting Croesus as your new master. Croesus seems to be impressed by that gesture. You also notice that Croesus's eyes are peculiar and filled with golden dust and do not move or blink. Croesus laughs. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Your suspicions are true. I am mostly blind except for some times.">> You are confused, as you cannot understand how one person could switch between being blind and being able to see at will. Croesus's expression softens, and he shakes his head slightly. <<dialogue "Croesus" "It is complicated and a story for another day.">> He begins to circle you, his steps measured and deliberate, as if appraising a prized possession. Servilia watches with a cruel smile playing at the corners of her mouth, clearly enjoying the power dynamic at play. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Princess Myrrine, please come here.">> Myrrine approaches, her eyes flickering with admiration as she looks at you. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Croesus, Philtra has amazing skin. It might be better than anyone I have ever seen.">> Croesus's interest piques, and he leans in closer, his golden-dusted eyes seeming to bore into you. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Philtra, strip for our guest.">> You, desensitized by the constant parade of naked flesh, begin to strip with a sense of pride. Your body, a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship, is a testament to Aphrodite's artistry. You know you are special, gifted with a beauty that surpasses mere mortals. Myrrine gasps, her eyes wide with awe and desire. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Croesus, her body is a work of art. Every curve, every line, is perfection.">> Croesus, his golden-dusted eyes alight with interest, commands. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Describe her to me, Myrrine. Leave no detail unspoken.">> Myrrine's voice drips with eroticism as she obeys. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Oh, her skin is just so smooth and soft, like the finest silk. Her breasts are perfect, full, and firm, with these deep rose nipples that just make you want to touch them. Her waist is so tiny, it makes her hips look even more inviting. And her hair... It's this stunning red, flowing down her back, red-haired women are quite a rare breed. Between her thighs, she's completely bare, which is just brave... to have your quim be displayed this proudly. I bet she could take on any man, or even more than one, with how flexible and responsive her skin is.">> Servilia, ever the opportunist, seizes the moment. She takes Croesus's hands and guides them over your body, her touch possessive and knowing. <<dialogue "Servilia" "Feel her, Croesus. See her beauty with your hands.">> Croesus's touch is like a spark igniting a wildfire within you. His fingers, strong and confident, glide over your skin, leaving trails of electric pleasure that make you gasp and arch into his touch. He starts at your shoulders, his thumbs pressing into the tense muscles, coaxing them to relax as he works his way down your arms, his touch both firm and gentle, a masterful blend of control and tenderness. As his hands reach your breasts, you can't help but moan, the sound raw and uninhibited. His fingers trace the curves, teasing the sensitive skin, before rolling your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, sending jolts of desire straight to your core. You feel your body responding, your nipples hardening, and your breasts swelling with need. His hands continue their exploration, skimming over your ribcage, dipping into the hollow of your belly, making you squirm with anticipation. When he reaches your hips, he grips them firmly, his fingers digging into your flesh, holding you in place as he grinds his growing erection against you. You can feel the heat of him, and it makes you wet with desire. His touch is skilled and knowing, as if he can read your body like a map, understanding exactly where to touch and how to touch to drive you wild. He slides his hands down your thighs, his touch firm and possessive, before hooking his fingers under your knees and lifting your legs, exposing you to him completely. You moan again, louder this time, as his fingers find your most intimate place, slipping easily into your quim. He explores you thoroughly, his fingers curling inside you, his thumb circling your clit, building your pleasure higher and higher until you're a trembling, moaning mess, begging for release. Your body betrays your mind's resistance, arching into his touch, seeking more, always more. You can feel your orgasm building, your muscles tensing, and your breath coming in quick gasps. And just when you think you can't take it anymore. Myrrine watches, her breath coming in quick gasps, her own desire evident. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Croesus, may I?">> Before Croesus can respond, Mnemonides intervenes, his voice stern and disapproving. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "This can all wait. The queens are expected to return any moment, and they would not be pleased to find you like this.">> Croesus, with a sigh of reluctance, withdraws his hands. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Very well. We shall continue this another time.">> You come down from your high, disappointed that you did not get to finish, you quickly dress, your body still thrumming with the echoes of pleasure, as the room settles back into a tense silence. Everyone waits, the tension in the room palpable, but after a long time, the queens do not return. A fed-up Basileos finally breaks the silence, his voice tinged with irritation. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Myrrine, would you mind going on a walk with me?">> Myrrine, with a twinkle in her eyes, agrees without hesitation. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Of course, Basileos. I would be honored.">> They leave together, their footsteps echoing down the hall, leaving an awkward silence in their wake. Servilia, looking pale and unwell, speaks up, her voice weak. <<dialogue "Servilia" "I feel sick. I need to rest.">> She beckons to Antistia, who rushes to her side, and they exit the room, leaving you alone with Croesus and Mnemonides. Croesus turns to you, his golden-dusted eyes unreadable. <<dialogue "Croesus" "It was nice to meet you, Philtra. I look forward to the day when I can take you with me back to the acropolis of Sardis.">> You force a smile, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The feeling is mutual, Master Croesus.">> With a nod, Croesus leaves, his presence lingering in the room like a ghost. You turn to Mnemonides, your expression serious, ready to discuss the matters at hand, the weight of your new reality settling heavily on your shoulders. You turn to Mnemonides, your voice laced with a mix of frustration and curiosity. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Why didn't you stop my sale? I though we could trust each other.">> Mnemonides sighs, his expression a blend of regret and resignation.<<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Basileos was pushing for it, Philtra. Even I cannot overrule a king's desire. I am certainly trying my best, trust me.">> He pauses, his eyes meeting yours with a determined glint. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "But in the worst-case scenario, we can kill Croesus when the mercenaries attack and blame it on them. I promise you, Philtra, I will not let Croesus or anyone else take you away from me.">> You study him, sensing his intense desire to keep you to himself. A playful smirk crosses your face as you decide to tease him further. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Did you enjoy watching me be pleasured by Croesus?">> Mnemonides, to your surprise, blushes deeply, a rare show of emotion from him. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Any red-blooded man would have enjoyed watching you in that state and I am no different.">> You decide to egg him on, ensuring he remains invested in keeping you. You glance around quickly to confirm no one is watching, then step closer to him, your voice low and inviting. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm going back to the academy for the day. We can discuss everything tomorrow.">> You lean in and press your lips to his, a brief but intense kiss that leaves him breathless. As you pull away, you see the desire in his eyes, knowing you've successfully stoked his need for you. With a satisfied smile, you turn and leave, your mind already planning your next move to ensure your freedom. [[Go back to the academy|AR164]]

As you make your way out of the palace, deciding to return to the academy, you encounter the dowager queen and Lysara surrounded by guards. Iphianassa, the queen of Eryx, is notably absent. The dowager queen quickly whispers something to Lysara, who then leaves with some of the guards, leaving two behind to keep an eye on you both from a safe distance. Lysara greets you warmly, pulling you into a hug before turning to the guards. <<dialogue "Lysara" "I would like to show Philtra around the palace.">> The guards nod, and you and Lysara begin to walk, the guards following discreetly. Lysara leans in close, her voice a low whisper. <<dialogue "Lysara" "We've located Gryphion. He's in an underground dungeon beneath this palace. There's only one way in or out, through a door at the west corner of the palace.">> Lysara continues, her expression serious and her voice low. <<dialogue "Lysara" "The underground is peculiar. Hundreds of steps in a spiral formation leading down into a very cramped space. Even getting down there without your head spinning would be an accomplishment.">> You laugh, a sound filled with dark amusement. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It's perfect.">> Lysara looks at you, confusion written all over her face. <<dialogue "Lysara" "What's so perfect about it?">> You explain, your voice steady and confident, a hint of a strategic smile playing on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "No matter how large the Eryx army is or how vast the Band of the Hawk is, if they're put into that spiraling stairway, they'll be forced into single-file formation. It would be easy for the men waiting down there to attack and defend against them given the terrain. And if a lot of men go down there, they are getting up those stairs again and they are doomed to die down there.">> Lysara's eyes widen, nervousness and realization crossing her features. She takes a deep breath before speaking again. <<dialogue "Lysara" "The dowager queen's plan is for you to kill Myrrine, for Mnemonides to kill Croesus, and for the dowager queen to drug Basileos. Once the Band of the Hawk members take Gryphion out of the palace, the dowager queen and Basileos will be used as hostages to get them out of this polis. Myrrine and Croesus's death will be pinned on the mercenaries... Everybody wins.">> She pauses, her gaze searching yours. <<dialogue "Lysara" "I suspect you have a different plan?">> You admit it without hesitation, a sly smile playing on your lips. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I do. All you need to know is that my plan involves you escaping during the chaos. So, trust me.">> You say this to make sure Lysara does not rat you out to the dowager queen. Lysara's interest is piqued, and she leans in closer, eager for more details. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Tell me more.">> But you deflect, asking instead, <<dialogue "Philtra" "How are the mercenaries to enter the palace?">> Lysara explains, her voice low and conspiratorial. <<dialogue "Lysara" "The dowager queen already knew about the secret entrance to the palace thanks to the discordant apple. But since that apple no longer exists, we wanted to double confirm it. Late at night, I'll signal the mercenaries' lookout from inside the palace with a special lamp once I've unlocked the secret passage. The mercenaries will make their move using the night as cover from the northeast corner and, to the best of their abilities, stealth their way into the west corner to get Gryphion. The fight is supposed to start once they've located Gryphion and their way out from there.">> You shake your head, a disapproving frown on your face. <<dialogue "Philtra" "This is not a great plan. If the mercenaries wanted to only retrieve Gryphion, they should only come in with 3 to 5 men, making it easier for them to hide. Bringing the entire force as a backup is just asking for an all-out attack and chaos. Well, at least it's bad for them and good for us, right? Im just not sure why they agreed to this.">> Lysara's expression hardens, a determined glint in her eyes. <<dialogue "Lysara" "I don't care for Gryphion or the mercenaries. All that matters to me is that there is chaos, which will open up opportunities for a regime change.">> You quickly change the topic, asking, <<dialogue "Philtra" "Why isn't the dowager queen here, and where did she go? What did she say to you before leaving?">> Lysara hesitates before answering, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. <<dialogue "Lysara" "The dowager queen has gone to speak with Croesus to finalize your sale so that you will belong to Croesus right away and he does not have to wait until tomorrow for the deal to go through.">> Rage surges through you, and you demand, <<dialogue "Philtra" "Why would the queen do that? I thought the sale was just a ruse to distract, and the sale wouldn't stand after the chaos.">> Lysara admits, her voice barely above a whisper, <<dialogue "Lysara" "The dowager queen suspects you of colluding with Mnemonides behind her back. She wanted to separate Mnemonides and you permanently.">> Fear grips your heart as you think of Antistia, Kaelen, Seraphina, and the men in the ludus. Your job is far from done, and you need to find a way to get out of this sale on your own. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'll think of a plan. Come down to the bottom of the stairway when the chaos almost has ended. By that time, I'll have found a way out and will help you escape from the dowager queen.">> Lysara pulls you into another tight hug, her voice filled with relief and gratitude. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Thank you, Philtra. Also... I almost forgot. Wear a red cloth around your arm to identify yourself to the mercenaries, they will not attack you as long as wear it and display it.">> As she leaves, you find yourself alone, walking through the palace, your mind racing with plans and strategies to manipulate the events in your favor. [[Think of a plan|AR165]]

As you walk around the palace, formulating a plan, one of the guards stops you and escorts you to a chamber. Inside, you find Servilia, Antistia, the dowager queen, and Croesus. You immediately understand the nature of the conversation and approach them with a mix of trepidation and resolve. Croesus speaks up, his voice authoritative and final. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Philtra, congratulations. You are officially now my slave. The document is signed.">> You force a smile, nodding in acknowledgment, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am looking forward to serving you, Master Croesus.">> Servilia, with a smug smile, walks up to you, her voice laced with triumph. <<dialogue "Servilia" "I won! Antistia and her child are next, and none of you will return to Olympia. Once I am back at the ludus, I will take care of Verus and find Stygos eventually, as I know he is alive and you are hiding him.">> She turns and walks away, Antistia obediently following her. The mockery and threat from Servilia boil your blood. You lean in close to Antistia as she crosses you following Servilia, your voice a low whisper. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Somehow make sure Servilia is on the north or west side of the palace late in the night. Run far away as soon as she is delivered there.">> Antistia's eyes widen in shock and fear, but she quickly hides her emotions, nodding in understanding. <<dialogue "Antistia" "I will try.">> With that, everyone else leaves, leaving you alone with Croesus. He turns to you, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. <<dialogue "Croesus" "I want to celebrate now.">> You see this as the perfect opportunity to enact your plan. You suggest, your voice confident and persuasive. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Have a get-together with some of the guards and other maids and servants here. Have an exhibition to show off me.">> Croesus considers this, his brow furrowing in thought. <<dialogue "Croesus" "I should rather bring in some nobles or royal family members instead of maids and guards.">> You counter, your argument well-rehearsed and convincing. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You are rich and powerful, Croesus. Nobles will have seen many such exhibitions, but maids and guards never get to experience this. If you do so for them, even in Eryx, your fame will stand tall, and you will be known for your generosity, which you will not gain if you bring in the nobles.">> Croesus nods, a smile spreading across his face. <<dialogue "Croesus" "It is an excellent idea. I will speak with the maids and guards to invite them all.">> As he walks out, you call after him, ensuring your plan is set in motion. <<dialogue "Philtra" "And don't forget to bring a lot of wine!">> Croesus raises a hand in acknowledgment, not turning back to look at you. You know your plan is coming along perfectly. If there are very few maids and guards present in the palace, it will be easier for the mercenaries to get in. And with the wine, even when called to action, the guards will not perform at their best. All you have to do now is put on an exciting exhibition and get everyone in the room drunk, ensuring chaos and distraction during the mercenaries' attack. You wait patiently as Croesus makes all the arrangements, your mind racing with the details of your plan. As night falls, the room begins to fill with a diverse crowd: maids, students from the academy, guards, and, most importantly, an abundance of wine. The atmosphere is charged with a mix of anticipation and nervous energy. Croesus stands at the center of the room, his voice commanding attention as he addresses the gathering. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Listen up, everyone. As long as no one says anything to anyone about tonight, you will all be safe. I expect discretion and silence. Do not make too much noise and attract any attention. Understood?">> A murmur of agreement ripples through the crowd, and you can see the mix of excitement and apprehension in their eyes. You know that the stage is set for your plan to unfold, and you are ready to take center stage, ensuring that the night ends in chaos and distraction, just as you intended. As the room fills with the low hum of anticipation and the clinking of wine glasses, you take center stage, your presence commanding and alluring. You begin to move with a sensual grace, your hips swaying to an unheard rhythm, your eyes locked on the crowd, drawing them in with your every gesture. You start slow, your hands gliding over your body, teasing the hem of your dress, your voice a sultry whisper as you encourage them to drink more. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Drink up, my dears. Let the wine flow like the rivers of pleasure that await you tonight.">> The crowd obeys, their inhibitions lowering with each sip, their eyes never leaving you. You can feel the heat building in the room, the tension rising as you continue your performance, your movements becoming more explicit, more inviting. You turn to the crowd, your voice commanding and seductive. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Strip for me, my loves. Let us all be bare and free tonight.">> One by one, they comply, their clothes falling away, their bodies exposed and ready. You follow suit, your dress slipping from your shoulders, pooling at your feet, leaving you naked and vulnerable, yet powerful and alluring. You turn to Croesus, your eyes meeting his with a promise of pleasure. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Croesus, my lord, would you like to join me?">> He nods, a hungry glint in his eyes, and you beckon him closer, your hands already working at the laces of his tunic. As he approaches, you can feel the other guards pressing in, their breaths hot on your skin, their hands reaching out to touch, to explore. You moan, a sound of pure pleasure, as Croesus's hands find your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples. You arch into his touch, inviting more, always more. Croesus lifts you effortlessly, his phallus hard and ready, pressing against your quim. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he impales you on his length, filling you completely. You cry out, a sound of pure ecstasy, your body clenching around him, your nails digging into his shoulders. He moves within you, his rhythm steady and demanding, his groans of pleasure mingling with your own cries of ecstasy. You can feel your pleasure building, your body tensing, and your breaths coming in quick gasps. As Croesus reaches his peak, his seed spilling into you, he pulls out, leaving you wanting more. The guards, who have been watching with bated breath, now press forward, their phalluses hard and ready. They lay you down, and one guard takes your quim, with you on top of him, his length filling you completely, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. Another moves behind you and kneels and takes your arse, his phallus sliding in with ease, stretching you, filling you. The third guard moves to the front and takes your mouth, his length sliding between your lips, his hips moving in sync with the others. You are filled, stretched, and accommodated, your body a vessel of pleasure, your holes wet and welcoming. You can feel them moving inside you, their rhythms syncing, their pleasure building, their groans and grunts filling the room, mingling with your own cries of ecstasy. Croesus watches, his eyes filled with lust and admiration, his hand stroking his phallus, hardening once more. But his attention is soon diverted by a woman who approaches him, her body naked and inviting, her eyes filled with desire. As the guards reach their peak, their seed spilling into you, they pull out, leaving you sated and spent. You turn your attention to the women in the room, your eyes locking with theirs. They respond eagerly, their desires stoked by the raw, uninhibited pleasure they've witnessed. Hands reach out, tentative at first, then bolder, exploring your body with hunger. You move among them, your touch skilled and knowing, your fingers tracing the curves of their bodies, teasing their nipples into hard peaks, and dipping into their wet quims. Your lips and tongue are relentless, tasting and teasing, drawing moans and gasps from their throats. You start with one, pushing her gently onto her back, your body covering hers as you kiss her deeply, your tongue exploring her mouth. Your hands roam, cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples between your fingers. You trail kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her stomach, until you reach her quim, your tongue delving into her folds, tasting her essence. She bucks against your mouth, her hands gripping your hair, her moans filling the room. You bring her to the edge of ecstasy, then pull back, leaving her panting and wanting more. Another woman takes your place, her body pressing against yours, her breasts rubbing against your back as she reaches around to cup your own. You can feel her wetness against your ass, her hips grinding against you, seeking friction. You turn to face her, your mouths meeting in a passionate kiss, your tongues dancing together. You guide her to the floor, your body covering hers, your quim pressing against her thigh. You rock against her, your clit rubbing against her skin, building your pleasure. A third woman joins, her hands exploring your body, her mouth finding your breasts, her tongue circling your nipples. You can feel her desire, her need, her wetness coating your fingers as you explore her quim, your touch skilled and knowing. You take them, one by one and then together, your body a vessel of pleasure, your movements fluid and graceful. You can feel their pleasure building, their bodies tensing, their breaths coming in quick gasps, their voices rising in a chorus of ecstasy. As the night wears on, the room fills with the sounds of pleasure, the scent of sex and sweat and wine, the sight of bodies entwined and writhing, the taste of desire and need and want. Everyone seems drunk and out of it, just what you wanted, ensuring that your plan unfolds without interruption. You remain sober through it all, your mind clear and focused, your body a tool of pleasure, your clothes safe and easy to access, and the askos with your milk hidden within, crucial to your survival. As the crowd reaches their peak, their bodies convulsing with pleasure, their voices rising in a crescendo of ecstasy, you stealthily procure two swords from the guards, their blades sharp and deadly, their hilts warm from their touch. You also take a red cloth from one of the women, her eyes glazed with pleasure, her body sated and spent. You hide your new acquisitions near your clothes, ensuring they are within reach when the time comes. With the red cloth, the mercenaries will be able to identify you as a friendly, a beacon of hope in the chaos of battle. As the night draws to a close, the room falls silent, the only sounds the soft snores and contented sighs of the sated and the drunk. You are left alone, naked and covered in the seed of men and your own sweat and juices, your mind clear and focused, ready for the battle to come. You quickly clean yourself, your movements efficient and practiced, your body responding to your every command. You dress and prepare, your purpose clear and unyielding. [[Prepare for the attack|AR166]]

As you exit the room, you carefully close the doors behind you, ensuring that the sword is securely inserted into the door handles, and tie the handles together with a cloth from the outside. This blockage will at least stall any reinforcements, buying you precious time as the attack unfolds. You tie the red cloth to your hand, a beacon of identification for the mercenaries, and step into the corridor. The scene before you is one of controlled advance by the mercenaries: dead guards lie scattered, and mercenaries move stealthily, their eyes darting, ready for any sign of danger. Their gazes meet yours, and for a moment, you see the instinctive raise of bows, but you quickly raise your hand, showing the red cloth. The tension eases, and they nod, understanding your role in their plan. You point your sword towards the west corner, where Gryphion is held, and the mercenaries nod, silently making their way towards their target. The palace, once a place of order and routine, is now a ticking time bomb of impending violence. A woman's scream, stifled but unmistakable, echoes through the halls, and you quickly make your way to the stairs leading to the upper level. There, you find Lysara and the dowager queen, their smiles cold and calculating. Myrrine is being carried by some of the mercenaries, her head covered in cloth, her cries muffled by a hand over her mouth. They carry her towards the western corner, presumably to get her down the spiraling stairway, knowing that her presence will force Basileos to act, setting the dowager queen's plan in motion. You silently move out of the way, allowing the men to carry the thrashing Myrrine down the stairs. Neither Mnemonides's nor the dowager queen's plan sits well with you, and you have a plan of your own. You look around, hoping that Antistia has successfully brought Servilia here, but they are nowhere to be seen. As you wander off, a loud yell calling for alarm shatters the relative quiet, and the sound of chaos erupts. What was once a stealth mission turns into a chaotic melee in the cramped space of the palace, as everyone is now awake and armed, fighting against each other. You know there is no time to waste. The mercenaries have no chance of getting out alive unless they take the dowager queen and Basileos as hostages and use them to negotiate for their survival. You quickly run over to check if Antistia and Servilia are in any of the rooms, but your search turns up empty. You rush towards the western corner, hoping Antistia is not there. As you enter, you are greeted by a scene of absolute chaos. You quickly remove the red cloth from your arm, ensuring that none of the guards notice it, which would be a dead giveaway of your role as the traitor who let the mercenaries in. You join the winning side as the guards and Basileos pin the mercenaries into the stairway. You break off from the fight as you see both Antistia and Servilia on the ground, bleeding. You rush to Antistia, taking her askos out to feed her the milk, but Basileos stops you, arriving with two maids near him. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Why are you stopping me? Antistia needs my milk to survive her wounds.">> <<dialogue "Basileos" "Your milk could end up creating unforeseen consequences for Antistia. I've drunk your milk before and thus know of the negative consequences. I know Antistia is pregnant, this could complicate things. Let nature take its course. The maids will take her to safety and treat her wounds the normal way rather than using your milk.">> As you protest against Basileos's advice, the two maids treating Servilia turn to him, their voices trembling with urgency. <<dialogue "Maid 1" "Your majesty, Servilia is dead, but the baby is still alive, though not for long. What should we do?">> Before Basileos can respond, you notice a dagger in his belt. You act quickly, grabbing the dagger and plunging it into the bottom of Servilia's stomach, beginning to cut her open to take the child out before it's too late. The maids scream in fear and disgust at the sight, their voices rising above the chaotic fighting surrounding them. <<dialogue "Maid 2" "Oh Hera... what are you doing? This is barbaric!">> <<dialogue "Maid 1" "My lord, stop her! This is wrong!">> But you press on, your movements swift and sure, focused on saving the child. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, do not be rash! Let me...">> But it's too late. To your pleasant surprise, the child seems to be alive and well despite the unceremonious entry into this world. You cut the umbilical cord and give the child to the nurse, then carry Antistia. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Everyone, get to safety! The enemy forces are counterattacking, and I must focus on the fight.">> You carry Antistia and run in the opposite direction of the fight, heading towards the infirmary where the medics are located. You place Antistia on the ground as one of the medics approaches her. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Save both Antistia and her child growing in her stomach. I will come back to feed Servilia's child if you need it.">> You don't wait for their response and turn around, making your way back to the western corner of the palace to resume your plan. For a moment, you blame yourself for putting Antistia in danger in a moment of anger against Servilia, but you set that thought aside, focusing on the matter at hand. You now clearly know what you need to do. [[Rejoin the battle|AR167]]

You rejoin the battle, your rage a blazing inferno that consumes the guilt you feel for Antistia's injury. With a primal scream, you charge at the mercenaries, your movements a blur of ferocity and precision. You snatch a pair of spears from the nearby guards and, with a mighty throw, impale them not into the mercenaries but right above their heads, using them as makeshift handholds. With a burst of speed, you run and leap over the mercenaries, landing on the spears and propelling yourself down the stairways with incredible agility, bypassing the stairs entirely. Basileos, inspired by your daring maneuver, follows suit, crossing over to the mercenaries with a roar. Now, the mercenaries are trapped in a cramped, spiraling stairway with no guardrails on one side and a solid wall on the other. Some, overwhelmed by the situation, give up and plummet to their deaths, while others continue to fight with desperate determination, their swords clashing against the guards' armor. Despite being outnumbered, Basileos's might and your ferocity prove to be an unstoppable force. You can feel the adrenaline surging through your veins as you rip apart the mercenaries, your every movement a dance of death and destruction. The guards on top of the stairway, witnessing your ferocity, begin to cheer, their morale boosted by your display of skill and brutality. With renewed vigor, the guards capture the stairway, leaving the remaining mercenaries splintered off or trapped in the underground with no exit points. You are the first to dash into the dungeon, leaving Basileos to fend off some of the mercenaries. Inside, you find a group of mercenaries, their faces etched with fear, attempting to use Myrrine as a hostage, a sword pressed against her neck. You pull up the red cloth to identify your allegiance, but the mercenaries, having just witnessed your slaughter of their comrades, do not trust you. You demand that Myrrine be handed over, but as Basileos enters, you know that talking to the mercenaries with him present is a bad idea. They might reveal the inside help you provided. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Basileos, stay back! I've got this.">> With a swift and deadly throw, you hurl one of your swords into the chest of the man holding Myrrine hostage. In shock, the rest of the group begins to attack Basileos and you, abandoning Myrrine right there with her head still covered in cloth. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, do not be rash! Stick close to me!">> You know that staying close to Basileos is a good idea for both of your survivals, but you have a different plan. You ensure that Basileos is cornered and defending against many men, then isolate two of them and dispatch them swiftly and silently. You move over to Myrrine, grab her, and throw her over your shoulder, beginning to carry her deep into the dungeon. Some of the mercenaries, seeing you carry Myrrine, do not attack you, thinking you are on their side. After all, if you wanted to rescue Myrrine, you would have carried her back out and towards the stairway, not deeper into the dungeon. Basileos slowly realizes your true intent, his voice echoing through the chaos as he screams at you to stop. <<dialogue "Basileos" "Philtra, stop! No!">> You see a group of mercenaries near a cell and know that is where Gryphion is being held. You use the red cloth again, ordering everyone there to form a solid defense and not let anyone through until you rescue Gryphion and can use Myrrine as a hostage for a safe passage out. The mercenaries, believing your command, do as you order. You realize that the mercenaries have no commander among them and are destined to die here. With that knowledge, you carry Myrrine into the cell where Gryphion is held, and now, the three of you have some privacy away from all the chaos. The world around you goes silent, the clashing of swords and the cries of battle fading into the distance. In that moment, only the three of you matter, your breaths the only sound in the stillness, your hearts beating in unison, ready to face whatever comes next. You set Myrrine down gently and remove the cloth covering her head. Her eyes widen in fear as she sees you standing in the empty cell. You reassure her, your voice steady and calm. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine, you are safe. I brought you here for a reason.">> Your eyes finally meet Gryphion's, and both you and Myrrine examine him. He is hanging from the ceiling, his hands tied above his head, a prisoner's helmet covering his head, and his body naked and ravaged. His skin hangs in tatters, his body reduced to little more than bones and sinew, with no muscle in between. You hear a gurgling noise emanating from him and realize that he is still alive. Myrrine steps back, her face pale with fear and disgust. She turns to you, her voice trembling. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Why did you bring me here?">> You take a deep breath, your voice filled with determination. <<dialogue "Philtra" "At one point in my life, I was betrayed, just like you. My virginity was stolen against my will, and all I have ever wanted since is to destroy anyone who was the reason for it and anyone who facilitated it. I was taken as a slave and abused every day since then, and I still aim to be steadfast in my goal to destroy the ones responsible.">> You pause, your eyes softening as you look at Myrrine. <<dialogue "Philtra" "All is not lost for you, Myrrine. If you really want it, you can still have a happy life, fall in love, have a family, and live with dignity if you decide to.">> Tears well up in Myrrine's eyes, and you nod, understanding her pain. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I know.... I can see it in your eyes. You're hurting, and you're afraid. But listen to me. I am too far gone, and there is no way back to the grace of Aphrodite for me. But you can still devote yourself to Aphrodite, and the goddess will look down upon you kindly.">> Myrrine recalls that fateful night, her voice barely a whisper. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "The Band of the Hawk wanted an audience with the queen to discuss the terms under which they would be working for Eryx. Everything was agreed upon, the deal was done, and there was a feast to celebrate this. That's where I met Gryphion. Later in the night, I went to bed, and in the middle of the night, Gryphion, drenched in rain, climbed through a window and assaulted me, taking my virginity.">> She begins to sob, her body shaking with the memory. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I am so ashamed... that I was not able to fight my way out of Gryphion's embrace despite Elara extensively training me on combat and even other useful skills like alchemy. But nothing helped me preserve my virginity.">> You step closer, your voice firm and reassuring. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What happened is no fault of your own. It was not a mistake for you to expect common human decency from the ones around you. Eryx and its kingdom failed to protect you, and if anyone should feel shame and embarrassment, it's the kingdom and its protectors, not you. Gryphion was indirectly responsible for me losing my virginity too, and it is time for us to protect the rest of the world from Gryphion and his evil ways.">> Myrrine stops her sobs, a newfound resolve in her eyes as she realizes your motive. You extend your hand, inviting her to join you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Together, we can end this.">> Myrrine takes your hand, and you both stand together, symbolically holding the sword in your hand as you plunge it into Gryphion's chest. As you remove the sword, blackish-red blood oozes from his wound, and he seems to take his final breath. Myrrine sobs again, hugging you tightly. You embrace her back, your voice filled with sincerity. You say the words that you wish you had heard from someone else when your life was abruptly taken away from you. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You deserve to be loved and respected by everyone in your kingdom and beyond. I genuinely hope you get to live a blessed life with family and friends all around you, and your name standing in good renown all over the kingdom.">> You look around, realizing you are still in the midst of a battle. Basileos had been silently watching you and Myrrine with his chest heaving in fatigue and exertion, covered in the blood of the mercenaries he fought. He breathes a sigh of relief upon seeing that you have not harmed Myrrine. Suddenly, a loud, inhuman scream echoes through the dungeon, shaking everyone to their core. Myrrine breaks her embrace with you, stepping back in fear. You turn to Basileos, your voice urgent. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Take Myrrine to safety. That voice came from behind this cell, and as far as I know, there is no way in or out of this dungeon except the spiraling stairwell.">> Basileos nods, his expression grave. <<dialogue "Basileos" "The fight is still ongoing, and some mercenaries continue their assault on the topside of the palace. Everyone in this underground is dead.">> Myrrine goes over to Basileos, and he asks her if she is hurt. She shakes her head, a small smile on her lips. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I have not felt this good in a very long time.">> They leave, leaving you alone with Gryphion's body. You walk past him and touch the wall behind his cell and realize it is weak. With a mighty push, the wall collapses, revealing a cave leading somewhere outside. You hear the creature scream again, and the ground starts shaking and vibrating with its arrival. Your fear is broken by Lysara calling out to you from the other side of the cell. You realize that Lysara had made you go down the stairs since the fighting was over here, and she is urging you to get out. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Philtra, get out of here!">> You remember your promise to Lysara about freeing her. You know that if Lysara and you go back up, she will be seen by many, and her escaping will raise a lot of red flags. So Lysara has to escape through this hidden cave in the dark. You now have a choice to make. You can either put yourself at risk and confront the creature, giving Lysara time to sneak through to the outside, or put Lysara at risk and ask her to make a run, hoping she does not encounter the creature. This option would keep you safe from that creature, as you can make your way back to the top once Lysara is gone. [[Risk yourself for Lysara|AR168]] [[Risk Lysara to protect yourself|AR169]]

The darkness of the cave seems to swallow you whole as you step forward, your heart pounding with a primal fear that courses through your veins. You know that confronting this creature is the only way to ensure Lysara's safety, and with a deep breath, you turn to her, your voice steady despite the turmoil within. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Lysara, hide and watch. When you spot an opportunity, make a run for it and get to the outside. Do not look back.">> Lysara nods, her eyes wide with a mix of gratitude and terror. She disappears into the shadows, leaving you alone to face the unknown. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Be careful, Philtra.">> You move forward cautiously, the sounds of the creature's approach growing louder with each passing moment. The noises stop abruptly, and from the darkness, a minotaur emerges, its form towering and menacing. Fear grips you, your bones shaking despite your best efforts to remain calm. You know that this is a fight you might not win, but you have to try. You speak to the creature, hoping to understand its intentions and perhaps find a way to avoid a confrontation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I am Philtra. I come from...">> Before you can finish, the creature takes a step forward and utters a name that sounds like "Zodon." Its voice is inhuman, a guttural growl that echoes through the cave, sending shivers down your spine. You hope that it understands you, that there's a chance for reason in this nightmare. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Zodon, what do you want? Why are you here?">> Zodon attacks without warning, a single swipe sending you flying into the cave walls. Lysara yelps in fear, catching Zodon's attention. You recover quickly, slashing above its eye, drawing blood. Zodon stumbles back, astonished by the sight of its own blood. Its eyes narrow with anger as it charges at you, its attacks violent and relentless. You fight back, your blade flashing as you slash at Zodon, but the battle is one-sided. Zodon torments you, and you do your best to survive. Desperate, you use your elemental powers to manipulate the rock above, bringing it crashing down on Zodon's head. As the creature stumbles, you seize the moment to drink your milk from the askos, curing your injuries and preparing to continue the fight. But it's too late. Zodon attacks again, sending your askos flying towards the prison where Lysara and Gryphion are. You rush towards it, knowing your survival depends on it, but Zodon stomps on your feet, crushing them. You scream in agony, the pain overwhelming. Zodon stomps on your other foot, limiting your mobility. You feel dizzy, the world spinning as you crawl towards the askos, abandoning any hope of fighting. Zodon grabs you, uttering a word you don't understand: "Psuelit." You hear Lysara moving around in the prison cell, the light from within falling on you. Zodon stops, touching your hair, noticing its red color. It says, "Medaea," and you realize your mother must have encountered this creature before. Zodon's gaze, intense and predatory, locks onto yours as he mistakes you for Medaea. With a rough, almost reverent motion, he pushes aside the lower half of your dress, exposing your most intimate place. You're paralyzed, your legs shattered and useless, dangling helplessly. A wave of sheer terror crashes over you as you comprehend the depth of your helplessness. You struggle weakly with your arms, your fists flailing in a futile attempt to ward him off as Zodon spreads your legs wide, positioning himself between them. His bovine phallus, a monstrous appendage of thick, veined flesh, pulses with an otherworldly hunger. It's unlike anything you've ever seen, a twisted parody of manhood, with a bulbous head and a shaft that seems to go on forever, glistening with a viscous pre-cum that speaks of his primal need. The sight of it fills you with a primal dread and a morbid fascination. With a swift, brutal motion, Zodon seizes both of your forearms and snaps them with ease, the sound of breaking bone echoing through the cave. Agony explodes in your head, your vision swimming as all four of your limbs are now shattered and useless. You're utterly at his mercy, a broken doll to be used as he sees fit. Zodon aligns his massive phallus with your entrance, and you feel a searing, stretching pain as he pushes into you. Your body, despite its injuries, accommodates his immense size, the sensation both agonizing and strangely pleasurable. You're half-conscious, the world spinning around you as you lie there, impaled and helpless. Each thrust from Zodon misaligns your broken bones even further, sending jolts of excruciating pain through your body, but there's also an underlying sensation, a dark, twisted pleasure that you can't quite comprehend. As he thrusts deeper, you can feel his phallus pressing against your stomach, the sheer size of it stretching you to your limits. It's a foreign and intimate sensation, the heat of his flesh radiating through you, filling you completely. You can't believe how much of him there is, how he seems to fill every inch of you, his presence overwhelming and all-consuming. Zodon begins to move, his thrusts powerful and rhythmic, each stroke sending waves of sensation coursing through your body. With each plunge, he growls the name "Medaea," his voice a deep, resonant rumble that vibrates through your very core. The sensations are overwhelming, a chaotic mix of pain and pleasure that leaves you reeling. You can feel every inch of him, the ridges and veins of his phallus stimulating parts of you that you never knew existed, eliciting responses from your body that you can't control. As he reaches his climax, Zodon spills his seed deep inside you, a hot, pulsing flood that fills you completely. You can feel it, the warmth of his essence coating your insides, a foreign and intimate sensation that leaves you breathless. Your stomach inflates, stretching to accommodate the sheer volume of his seed, a sensation that is both terrifying and strangely satisfying. You can feel it, the pressure building inside you, your body struggling to contain it all. He withdraws, his phallus glistening with your combined essences, and gently lays you down, his massive hand resting on your stomach as his seed begins to leak out of you. You watch in awe as your stomach slowly deflates, the seed spilling out in a steady stream, creating a large puddle beneath you. The amount of it is staggering, and you can't help but think that it must be like an army's worth of men's seed in terms of quantity. The sight of it, the sheer volume, is both horrifying and fascinating, a testament to the inhuman nature of your assailant. You're amazed at your body's ability to endure such a brutal intrusion, remembering Elara's words about your unique resilience. The sensations linger, a confusing mix of discomfort and something almost akin to satisfaction, a dark, twisted pleasure that you can't quite understand. As Zodon prepares to take you again, his eyes gleaming with a feral, insatiable hunger, you hear a sudden noise. Lysara, seizing the moment, throws something at Zodon, distracting him from his grim task. It's not a rock but a medallion... the Psuelit. The medallion clatters to the ground, catching Zodon's attention. Zodon drops you, grabs the medallion, and runs away, leaving you behind. Before you pass out, Lysara rushes to you, her voice filled with urgency. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Philtra, stay with me! I have the milk. Drink it!">> She feeds you the milk, and you feel your energy and strength returning, your broken bones mending violently as you regain your mobility. You stand up, shaky but alive, and Lysara explains the situation. <<dialogue "Lysara" "Zodon was here for the Psuelit. It belonged to Gryphion. He must have known it was here. Now that Gryphion is dead, the Pseulit needed a new owner. I cannot believe that you survived through all of... that. Your body is truly blessed.">> You recover and straighten your clothes and hug each other, your embrace tight and grateful, knowing that you've saved each other's lives. You bid farewell, your voices choked with emotion. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I have so many questions... What is that Psuelit? How did my mother meet Zodon? Anyway, we are running out of time, I will find the answers at a later time. Lysara, be careful. Follow Zodon for the way out, but stay safe.">> <<dialogue "Lysara" "You too, Philtra. Thank you for everything.">> Lysara leaves, following Zodon, her footsteps fading into the distance. The weight of what you've witnessed hangs heavy on your heart, a nightmare you'll never forget. What will become of Lysara now? Will Zodon's seed harm you? You return to the topside of the palace, knowing you've done the right thing by helping Lysara escape. [[Meet back up with everyone topside|AR170]]

The darkness of the cave seems to swallow you whole as you turn to Lysara, your voice a mere whisper, trembling with a lie you hope she won't see through. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Lysara, run towards the exit as soon as possible before the creature arrives. If the creature arrives, I will fight it, allowing you to escape.">> Lysara's eyes, wide with a blend of fear and trust, meet yours. She nods, a silent understanding passing between you, and then she's gone, her footsteps echoing in the cavern as she races towards the exit. The sound of her retreat is abruptly cut off by a deafening roar that shakes the very foundations of the cave. The creature bursts in, a monstrous form that blocks out the light, flinging Lysara back with a casual swipe of its massive arm. She crashes into the prison wall, her body limp and broken. You freeze, your blood turning to ice in your veins. Fear grips you, paralyzing your limbs, as you stare at the creature before you. It towers over you, its form a nightmare made flesh, with horns that curve menacingly and eyes that burn with an ancient, malevolent intelligence. It speaks, its voice a guttural growl that echoes through the cave. <<dialogue "Zodon" "Zodon...">> The creature grabs Lysara, its massive hands wrapping around her tiny frame as it grumbles something in a language you can't understand. You're still in shock, your mind reeling from the sheer size and ferocity of the beast. You slowly start to back away, your movements jerky and uncoordinated, as Lysara, with her last ounce of strength, points towards the prison with her limp arm. Zodon tears Lysara in half with a casual flick of its wrist, her body falling to the ground in a heap of mangled flesh and bone. The creature turns its gaze towards you, its eyes glinting with a hunger that sends a shiver down your spine. You grab your sword, trying to regain your composure, but your hands are shaking so badly that you can barely hold onto the hilt. Zodon walks up to you, but he's too big to enter through the wall of the prison. You know he could burst through if he wanted to, but his eye catches Gryphion. He looks around, his gaze falling on a medallion that glints in the dim light. You realize it's the Psuelit... that's what Lysara pointed towards before she died, and this is what Zodon wanted. The creature looks at your red hair closely, its eyes narrowing as it calls out to you with a name that sends a chill down your spine. <<dialogue "Zodon" "Medaea...">> You're shocked to hear your mother's name from this creature, the weight of its meaning pressing down on you like a physical force. But before you can react, Zodon moves away, leaving with the Psuelit clutched in his massive hand. You're left alone, the echo of Lysara's sacrifice heavy on your heart as you return to the topside of the palace, wondering what you could have done differently, the image of her torn body seared into your mind forever. [[Meet back up with everyone topside|AR170]]

You ascend the stairs, your face a stoic mask of bravery, leaving the horrors of the cave behind. As you emerge, an eerie quiet envelops the area, the usual clamor of battle replaced by an unsettling stillness. The mercenaries are nowhere to be seen, their lifeless bodies strewn across the ground, a grim testament to the ferocity of the fight. Some of the guards, recognizing you, approach with awe and gratitude. <<dialogue "Guard 1" "You were incredible out there. Your ferocity saved us all.">> <<dialogue "Guard 2" "That spear maneuver was magnificent. Thank you for your bravery.">> You are genuinely touched by their praise, offering a nod and a small, grateful smile. You know that your actions were driven by your own goals, not by a desire to protect them, but you appreciate their recognition nonetheless. <<dialogue "Philtra" "It was my pleasure. I'm just glad I could help.">> You move on, making your way towards the nobles who are huddled together, their voices low and intense. Croesus is the first to notice you, his eyes narrowing as he beckons you over. <<dialogue "Croesus" "Come here. We need to talk.">> You approach, your heart heavy with the knowledge of what you must face. You left Croesus, the maids, and some of the guards locked in that room, and you know that this conversation will be difficult. As you near, Mnemonides leans in to whisper something to Klytemnaestra. Her eyes widen slightly, and she moves towards Croesus, her steps measured and deliberate. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Croesus, a moment, please.">> Klytemnaestra reaches Croesus just as you do, and the three of you stand in a tense triangle, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. The dowager queen addressed you directly. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Croesus, the contract for the sale of you is now null and void. Servilia is dead, and with her, any claim he had over you.">> Croesus protests, his voice tight with frustration and ambition. <<dialogue "Croesus" "But Your Majesty, I am now only the ambassador of Lydia. I want to become the king, and watching and understanding Philtra's abilities, I believe that Philtra are the key for me to dethrone Mydos and take the throne for myself.">> Klytemnaestra considers this for a moment, her mind racing as she formulates a response. She leans in, her voice low and conspiratorial. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "There is another way, Croesus. A divine creature named Silenus resides in the forest just outside Sardis. Seek him out, and he will grant you the power to dethrone Mydos and make you the new king.">> Croesus's eyes widen with a mix of skepticism and hope. <<dialogue "Croesus" "How do you know about this, Your Majesty? And how can I trust that this Silenus will keep his word?">> Klytemnaestra's expression hardens, and she delivers her ultimatum with a steely gaze. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Croesus, you are not going to get Philtra anyway, no matter what document you have. You can take my advice regarding Silenus, or you can let this chance slip through your fingers. The choice is yours alone.">> You stand silently, your eyes darting between Croesus and Klytemnaestra, the weight of their words settling over you like a shroud. Croesus hands over your sale document to the dowager queen, who discreetly tosses it into the fire in the fireplace in the hall. You release a sigh of relief, knowing you get to go back to Olympia thanks to Mnemonides and the dowager queen. Your thoughts drift to Antistia and Servilia's child, wondering what happened to them, and you excuse yourself, making your way out to the infirmary. The dowager queen stops you, her voice laced with concern. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Philtra, where is Lysara? Have you seen her during the chaos?">> You turn to face her, your expression somber. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I did see Lysara, but she was unfortunately killed.">> The dowager queen's brow furrows in confusion. She gets close to you and whispers. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "Killed? The mercenaries would not have attacked Lysara. They knew she was the one who created the opening for them to enter. How was she killed?">> You hesitate, knowing the dowager queen will find it hard to believe. <<dialogue "Philtra" "The truth is, a huge minotaur burst in from behind the dungeon and killed Lysara. It tore her to pieces.">> The dowager queen's eyes widen in disbelief, her suspicion growing. <<dialogue "Klytemnaestra" "What? How is that possible? Something is amiss here.">> Suddenly, a voice echoes through the hall, uttering a single word: "Zodon." You turn to see the queen, Iphianassa, approaching with Elara right behind her. Iphianassa comes towards you, her gaze intense. <<dialogue "Iphianassa" "Did the creature say 'Zodon'?">> You nod, your voice steady. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, it did.">> Iphianassa's expression softens, a mix of nostalgia and sadness crossing her features. <<dialogue "Iphianassa" "Zodon was an... acquaintance of your mother, Medaea, a long time ago. Since then, he has changed a lot and lost his way.">> Your eyes widen in surprise. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You had interacted with my mother during her time here in Eryx, your majesty?">> Iphianassa laughs, a warm, genuine sound. <<dialogue "Iphianassa" "I would go as far as to call Medaea my best friend. I am on the throne thanks to her efforts and sacrifices.">> You are shocked, your mind reeling from this revelation. You had no idea your mother had a set of wild adventures in her youth at the highest level before settling down as a common housewife to Peregrine. Iphianassa takes your hands, her touch gentle and comforting. <<dialogue "Iphianassa" "I am truly sorry about your mother's death, Philtra. You will always have a place in Eryx if you choose to move here or even visit for a short while.">> You feel a lump form in your throat, genuinely moved by the love and respect your mother is receiving. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Your Majesty. I still have some people depending on me that I need to take care of. Once that is taken care of, I will try and visit Eryx again for a short while. Hopefully, that stay does not involve a chaotic skirmish like today.">> Both you and the queen share a laugh, the tension in the room easing slightly. Elara, however, is not so amused. She turns to Mnemonides, her voice sharp with anger. <<dialogue "Elara" "General Mnemonides, why did you execute all the mercenaries who surrendered? They could have been questioned!">> Mnemonides shifts uncomfortably, his excuses falling flat. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "We could not trust the mercenaries. They would only feign surrender to a surprise attack. I chose the safer option and killed them all.">> Elara's eyes flash with frustration, but you know the truth. Mnemonides killed them because they would have pointed the finger at the dowager queen if questioned, knowing she was the one who orchestrated all this. As the back-and-forth between Elara and Mnemonides continues, you excuse yourself from the queen and make your way to the infirmary, where Antistia and Servilia's child is being treated. The weight of the day's events hangs heavy on your shoulders, but the knowledge that you have a place in Eryx, thanks to your mother, brings a small measure of comfort amidst the chaos. As you reached the infirmary, the guards and medics did not allow you to go inside and told you to come back tomorrow to see the patients. So you left, back to the academy to spend your night there, hoping and praying that both Antistia and Servilia's child will get better tomorrow. [[The next day|AR171]]

The next day, you are woken up by Elara, her voice urgent and filled with a sense of haste. <<dialogue "Elara" "Philtra, get ready quickly. Everyone is leaving for Olympia right away. The final negotiations happened last night despite the attack. King Basileos insisted on leaving right away, and Queen Iphianassa has agreed to send Myrrine with Basileos to Olympia. Eventually, they both are to be married, uniting Olympia and Eryx.">> You nod, your mind racing as you quickly prepare for the journey. As you gather your belongings, you can't help but think of Antistia and Servilia's child. You turn to Elara, your voice laced with concern. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Elara, what about Antistia and Servilia's child? Are they safe?">> Elara's expression softens, and she offers a reassuring smile. <<dialogue "Elara" "Antistia is safe, but the slash went through her back and close to her spine. Her mobility has gone down, and she will not be able to walk or even stand anymore. But she will be alive, and with Hera's grace, she will even be able to deliver the baby. Servilia's child is a boy, and he is healthy. He will survive despite his mother dying. Eryx will provide nutritional milk for the journey that will be fed to the baby until they all reach Olympia, where Olympia's orphanages will take over from there.">> You feel a mix of relief and sadness. You are happy to hear that Crixus's child is safe, but the news of Antistia's condition weighs heavily on your heart. You wrestle with the idea of giving Antistia your milk, remembering Basileos's warning about its corrupting power. You quickly set this thought aside and finish preparing, leaving to join the others at the palace. As you reach the palace, you notice Myrrine holding Crixus's child, gently rocking him to sleep. You approach her, and with a warm smile, Myrrine invites you to join her. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Philtra, come here. Would you like to hold the baby?">> You hesitate, feeling awkward about carrying the innocent child with your bloodied hands. <<dialogue "Philtra" "No, thank you, Myrrine. I... I don't think my hands are fit for handling children right now.">> You then spot Antistia being carefully laid on one of the carts, fast asleep, likely due to the drugs and painkillers. You consider giving her your milk but decide against it, hoping her situation improves over time. If not, you tell yourself, you can always give it to her later. Myrrine, noticing your sorrow, steps closer and places a comforting hand on your shoulder. <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Philtra, I promise I will take care of both Servilia's child and Antistia. I know Tiberius will not be in the correct state of mind to raise a child in the ludus, and Antistia deserves to be treated by the best medics that Olympia has to offer. Trust me.">> You feel a lump form in your throat, genuinely moved by Myrrine's generosity. Basileos must have told Myrrine about the ludus when they were together during this stay. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Thank you, Myrrine. Basileos is a good man, and he will be a good husband to you. You deserve to have a happy and fulfilling life with him.">> As the warm exchange between you and Myrrine continues, Mnemonides calls out for attention, his voice commanding and authoritative. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Everyone, check your belongings. We will begin our journey now. Please get in the cart or get on a horse and saddle up.">> Myrrine takes the cart, and you mount your horse, the journey back to Olympia beginning with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. The weight of the day's events and the future that lies ahead hangs heavy on your shoulders, but the knowledge that you have done your best brings a small measure of comfort amidst the chaos. [[Begin the journey back to Olympia|AR172]]

On the journey back to Olympia, you and Mnemonides take the lead, with the rest of the group following behind. You turn to Mnemonides, your voice steady and resolute. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mnemonides, I now have the answer to your earlier question, the one you asked on the way to Eryx. I believe we can work together moving forward, and I will do as you command.">> Mnemonides's eyes light up with satisfaction, a smug smile playing on his lips. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "I knew you would eventually see the truth in my way, Philtra. With Servilia dead and Tiberius close to it... at least mentally. I have a plan brewing. I intend to slowly take over the ludus with a proxy lanista who will do my bidding.">> You nod, considering his words, and then remember something important. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Speaking of new lanistas... Kaelen wanted to buy the ludus from Tiberius. I gave him an askos with my milk so that he could attempt to revive his dying father, Eamon. I did this under the dowager queen's command, but I'm not sure if my milk will even work in that situation.">> Mnemonides's expression turns serious, his brow furrowing in thought. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Your milk has some downsides. I've been looking for answers to understand its true nature. As far as I know, it reacts differently to each person. It can heal some, poison others, or do nothing at all. I have to warn you... dont make your plans relying on it for your survival, it might come back to haunt you.">> You think hard about this, recalling Basileos's similar warning and his insistence that you not give your milk to Antistia. You ask Mnemonides if he can find out more about it and the extent of its power. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Can you find out more about it and the extent of its power?">> Mnemonides nods, but his expression is one of regret. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "I can, but I can't spend time on it right now. Once I have the throne, I can dedicate myself to figuring it out.">> Eventually, you rest and camp for the night. During the night, you make your way to Antistia to check on her. She seems to be in pain, her medication having worn off. Unable to bear her suffering, you give her a very small amount of your milk. After drinking it, Antistia's pain subsides, and she falls into a deep sleep. You look around to ensure that no one saw you give her the milk. You check the wound on Antistia, hoping it had healed up completely or even partially, but there is no change at all. You assume that the milk did not have any effect on her, and thus, you resign yourself to believing that the medics in Olympia could heal her better. You send a silent prayer to Ares, hoping that he keeps Antistia safe. You eat and rest, and the next day, you all resume the journey back to Olympia. The ride is uneventful, and you all reach the Olympian royal palace. You see everyone tiredly make their way into the palace, and Antistia is taken in by the medics. Nobody bothers to check on you or ask about your plans. You laugh at your current state, enjoying the fact that you could ride off and no one would stop you. You are still a slave, but hopefully, with Servilia dead and Tiberius's mind gone, no one will treat you like one anymore. You decide to enjoy your newfound freedom a little bit before making your way back to the ludus. [[Run errands before going back to the ludus|AR173]]

You first make your way to the dungeon where the thieving twins were held prisoner, hoping they had escaped. Just as expected, most of the cells are empty, and the twins are nowhere to be seen. You figure that Iodaeus must have done his job in rescuing them. You quickly make your way to the south side of the polis to the thieving guild headquarters and see that it is sealed off. Just as you are wondering where they might be, you hear someone thank you from right behind you. You turn around, startled, and see both Lyssa and Thysa standing behind you with smiles on their faces. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "Thank you, Philtra.">> <<dialogue "Thysa" "Yes, thank you so much.">> You are astonished at how easily they sneaked up on you like that and joke. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Iodaeus did well to release you both without any major alarms being raised.">> Thysa genuinely thanks you for your hand in their escape, but Lyssa does not smile. She says. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "I like the smell of freedom. I was waiting for an opportunity like the one where everyone important left for Eryx, giving us a great window of opportunity to make our escape.">> You ask. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Lyssa, do you intend on keeping your end of the deal now that you are free? I've done my job in helping you escape.">> Lyssa tells <<dialogue "Lyssa" "Oh yes! For all that you have done... I will pay you back and then some more.">> Thysa looks a bit saddened by Lyssa's words, which puzzles you. Lyssa continues. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "I have set up an event, an orgy event, and there, Vespasian and Thais, along with many other nobles and royal family members, will be available. We can get you into it for you to finish the task. We can facilitate your escape after your task is done.">> You are excited to hear this, now that Gryphion is dead, you can move on to Vespasian, and in the meantime, you can take out Thais too, helping Seraphina in her takeover of the brothel. <<dialogue "Philtra" "When is the event to take place?">> <<dialogue "Lyssa" "It will be soon enough. We will let you know once it is time.">> Before you can ask any follow-up questions, Thysa interrupts and thanks you again. <<dialogue "Thysa" "Thank you again, Philtra. We have somewhere else to be.">> Thysa drags Lyssa away, and you bid them farewell, leaving to check up on Eamon's health. You make your way to the Eamon estate and quickly make your way in. Eventually, you run into Stygos, and you hug him, asking how he has been. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Stygos, how have you been?">> The smiling Stygos gestures that he is good and quickly rushes you on to Eamon's study room, where you expected to see Eamon still in bed and sickly, just like the last time you saw him. You are unsure if your milk worked, but to your horrific surprise, Eamon is up and running; he looks very healthy and much younger than his actual age. You are astonished to see Eamon actually pounding into some maid right then and there. You watch in shock as a very healthy Eamon thrusts into some servant of his for his pleasure. Kaelen sees you and Stygos watching his father and approaches you both. He takes you both away and admits that your medication worked, and at first, he was happy to see his father heal quickly and start to move around. But as Kaelen stopped giving him the medication, he started to get violent and vicious, like he was addicted to it. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "It was not too bad until one day Eamon found out about it and drank all the medication in that askos in one gulp. Ever since, Eamon has been very active, but his sex drive is through the roof, and he is not able to handle his anger either.">> Kaelen sadly admits that. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "If I had known this was going to happen, I would have left my father to die a peaceful slow death in his own bed.">> You think back to both Basileos and Mnemonides warning you against using your milk for everything. You start to fear what might happen to Antistia now that she has drunk the milk too, but you convince yourself that the amount of that milk was too little for it to affect Antistia drastically. You snap out of that thought and tell Kaelen that there is going to be an orgy event of sorts soon and that he needs to make sure that Eamon goes to it. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Kaelen, there is going to be an orgy event of sorts soon. You need to make sure that Eamon goes to it.">> Kaelen knows what you are implying and asks you directly. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "Do you intend to kill Eamon?">> You admit it. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I do. I'm sorry. I was the one to give you the medication that messed up your father, and thus I have to take responsibility and correct my mistake.">> Kaelen does not immediately agree and wrestles with the idea of sending his own father to his death. <<dialogue "Kaelen" "This is a heavy decision. I need to think about it.">> You tell. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Kaelen, this is your decision. Take the time you need to think and make the right choice.">> You nod to Stygos and bid farewell to both Stygos and Kaelen, leaving the estate and going to Vespasian's estate to meet Seraphina. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Stygos, Kaelen, it was good to see you both. I must go now. Take care.">> You make your way to Vespasian's estate. Thankfully, Vespasian is not there, and just as expected, Seraphina is there. Seraphina hugs you and invites you in warmly. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "Philtra, it's so good to see you! Come in, come in.">> You tell Seraphina that there is going to be an orgy event soon. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Seraphina, I am running out of time. I needed to speak with you about an important event, there is going to be an orgy event soon.">> Seraphina tells you. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "I heard rumors of an event like that. Thais and her women were hired for it as well.">> You ask Seraphina. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Remember our previous conversation? Have you been able to recruit more women to your cause? Get them to leave Thais?">> Seraphina says. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "Sort of... the numbers are about equal. Some women follow me, and others are still loyal to Thais.">> You tell Seraphina. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Keep the women who support you out of the event. Let all the ones loyal to Thais attend.">> Seraphina's eyes widen as she understands your plan, and she asks. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "Do you intend to kill them all? Even if you do try, how will you manage without being overwhelmed by everyone else?">> Seraphina warns about that. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "Thais's women might be prostitutes, but they know how to fight. Why don't you bring my women, and we can fight it out? With you by our side, we can win easily.">> You refuse. <<dialogue "Philtra" "No, Seraphina. Only you can come in if you want to get the final blow on your father. I intend to kill everyone who attends, being alone will make it easy for me to escape too. Having many women fight other women as a group might cause too much commotion, attracting some attention. I would rather do it all alone, and you can keep an eye out on me in case I need some help.">> Seraphina thinks about it and eventually agrees. <<dialogue "Seraphina" "I understand. I will make the necessary arrangements.">> With that, you tell her. <<dialogue "Philtra" "I'm running out of time, Seraphina. I need to head back. Take care.">> <<dialogue "Seraphina" "You too, Philtra. Be safe.">> [[Go back to the ludus|AR174]]

You make your way to the ludus and are warmly greeted by everyone there. You tell them that you will be back and go to see Tiberius, who is walking around the corridor. You tell Tiberius that Servilia is dead, hiding the fact about her child being alive. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Tiberius, Servilia is dead.">> To your surprise, Tiberius asks you who you are and why you are there. <<dialogue "Tiberius" "Who are you, and why are you here?">> You are flabbergasted and unsure how to answer that question. You quickly bow and leave, not saying anything. On your way out, one of the slaves that you bought from the market the other day walks up to you and tells you. <<dialogue "Slave" "Good to have you back, Philtra. Master Tiberius has been completely out of it ever since we left for Eryx. I'm trying my best to take care of everything in the household, but he barely eats or sleeps and keeps walking around all day, rambling about one thing or another. I'm not sure how long I can keep this up.">> You reassure her. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Don't worry. Mnemonides, Olympia's general, has taken a particular interest in the ludus and will assist in running this ludus moving forward. We will all be fine under his command.">> This puts the slave's mind to rest, and she thanks you and continues on with her work. <<dialogue "Slave" "Thank you so much. That's a relief to hear.">> You return to the dorms, where you meet in private with Verus, Crixus, and Priscus. You take a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before speaking. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Listen, there's a lot to catch you up on, long story short. In Eryx, there was a mercenary attack in the palace itself. Servilia... she didn't make it. But there's some good news. Crixus, your child is alive and well. Myrrine, the princess of Eryx, has taken him in. She's going to be married to Basileos, the king of Olympia, to unite our kingdoms.">> You pause, seeing the mix of emotions on their faces. You continue, your voice steady but gentle. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Antistia was hurt too. But nothing to worry about... she's alive, and the baby is healthy. But her injuries were severe, so she needs constant medical attention. The royal medics are taking care of her.">> You look at each of them, ensuring they understand the gravity of the situation and the hope that lies ahead. You reassure them all. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Myrrine is a very nice and just person. She has vouched for the safety of Antistia and also Crixus's child.">> Both Crixus and Priscus look unsure about it and have follow-up questions, but you quickly move on to an important topic and tell them about Mnemonides. <<dialogue "Philtra" "More importantly... Mnemonides is planning to take over the ludus with a proxy knowing Tiberius's mental state. He is planning something big and we all need to be careful.">> You tell them. <<dialogue "Philtra" "You should all begin recruiting the other trainers and trainees to our cause. When the time comes, you should all be loyal to me and not to Tiberius or Mnemonides or anybody else. I am one of you and know what it is like to be a slave, and I will see us to our salvation. The days of the gladiators being treated as worse than slaves will be over. We all should unite for this cause.">> You can see the spark in their eyes, a mix of determination and hope. They nod, a silent understanding passing between you all. You know they trust you completely, and that trust is a powerful force. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Keep up with your daily duties, but start talking to the others. Bring them to our side. When the time comes, we'll need everyone on board.">> They disperse, each with a new sense of purpose. You watch them go, feeling a sense of pride and responsibility. Exhaustion washes over you, and you make your way to your bed, collapsing onto it. The events of the day catch up with you, and you drift off into a deep, dreamless sleep. [[Over the next few days|AR175]]

Over the course of many days, you find a strange solace in the rhythm of your daily routine at the ludus, a stark contrast to the tumultuous events that unfolded in Eryx. The ludus, once a place of chaos, now offers a sense of comfort in its predictability, a welcome respite from the whirlwind of recent events. As the days turn into weeks, you notice a shift in the atmosphere. Mnemonides begins to cast a long shadow over the ludus, his visits becoming more frequent and his intentions more opaque with each passing day. He arrives with an entourage of treasures and ministers, a calculated move to sway Tiberius's loyalty without his conscious awareness. You watch as Mnemonides slowly but surely inserts his influence, bringing in new trainees and trainers, each a carefully placed piece in his grand strategy. The days blur into a pattern of new faces and unfamiliar routines, a constant reminder of the changing dynamics within the ludus. Understanding that to unravel his plans, you must first earn his trust, you begin to reach out to him. Your interactions become more intimate over the span of these many days, a delicate dance of earning his confidence while keeping your own goals in sight. The passage of time is marked by these subtle shifts, each day bringing you closer to understanding Mnemonides's true intentions and, ultimately, to achieving your own. One evening, as Mnemonides is deep in thought, you approach him with a mix of confidence and allure. Your movements are fluid and purposeful as you kneel before him, your hands gently caressing his thighs. You look up at him with a blend of innocence and desire. You begin to undress him, your fingers deftly working at his garments until his phallus is free. You take him into your mouth, your fervor leaving him breathless. Your tongue dances around him, teasing and pleasing, as you take him deeper, your throat relaxing to accommodate his length. You can feel his hands tangling in your hair, guiding your movements as you bob up and down, your eyes locked on his, gauging his pleasure. Over the next few weeks, your encounters become more frequent and daring. Initially, Mnemonides is careful, his touches hesitant, but as the days roll on, he becomes more open and bold. You find yourselves in various settings... sometimes in the privacy of his chambers, other times in more public spaces where the risk of being caught adds an exhilarating edge to your acts. You use every part of your body to satisfy him. Your quim clenches around him as you ride him, your movements fluid and rhythmic. Your arse takes him deep as you arch your back, offering yourself completely. Your breasts press against his chest, their softness a contrast to the hardness of his body. One afternoon, in the presence of his ministers and treasurers, you strip down, your naked body a vision of desire. You beckon him to you and turn around, presenting your arse to him, and he takes you from behind, his thrusts powerful and unyielding. The room is filled with the sounds of your pleasure, your moans and his grunts a symphony of carnal desire. You reach back, your fingers finding his sac, gently massaging as he moves within you. Another night, in the company of maids and servants, you take him into your mouth once more, your head bobbing as you take him deep. Your hands roam his body, exploring every inch of him, your touch both gentle and firm. You can feel his tension building, his body tensing as he nears his peak. You pull back just enough to tease him, your tongue flicking over the sensitive tip before taking him back in, swallowing around him as he finds his release. These encounters become a regular part of your strategy, each one bringing you closer to earning his trust and unraveling his plans. You know that your actions are a means to an end, but you also find a strange satisfaction in pleasing him, in being the one who can bring him to the heights of ecstasy. The passage of time is marked by these intimate moments, each one a step closer to achieving your ultimate goal. One evening, as you lie beside him, you ask a question that hangs heavy in the air. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mnemonides, do you completely trust me?">> His response is swift and sure. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Yes, Philtra, I do.">> You take a risk, your voice steady despite the pounding of your heart. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Then prove it. I need to know something about you that no one else would know.">> Mnemonides laughs and asks. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Well... what do you want to know?>> You respond without hesitation. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Tell me how to kill you.">> Mnemonides bolts upright, his eyes wide with surprise. You soften your tone, offering him a way out. <<dialogue "Philtra" "If you don't wish for me to know, you can choose not to answer. I'll understand and won't ask again.">> A tense silence fills the room as he weighs his words. Finally, he speaks, his voice a low rumble. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "I will tell you, know that I trust you... truly. A few things can kill me actually... the natural elements can kill me, like... the sea can drown me, and fire, if it is as hot as Hephaestus's forge in Mount Etna, can burn me. Any weapon soaked in the blood of Zephyros's lineage can hurt me too.">> You press further, your mind racing with possibilities. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Is that why you fear Basileos? That he might be able to kill you?">> Mnemonides throws his head back and laughs, a sound that echoes through the chamber. <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Fear Basileos? Never. I've watched him grow from a cub, back when he was as large as my palm. If... he can stab himself and coat his weapon in his own blood, then perhaps he stands a chance. But then again, if he stabs himself, he would die, so how would he defeat me?">> You join in his laughter, but inside, you know the truth. Mnemonides's secrets are now yours, and with them, a glimmer of hope. The path to his end is treacherous, but it is possible, and that is enough to fuel your resolve. As Mnemonides leaves, you stand naked and unashamed, a sense of power coursing through your veins. One of Mnemnonides's treasurers enters, his eyes lingering on your form. You approach him, your voice a sultry purr. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Do you like what you see? Perhaps you'd like to touch?">> Your teasing is met with a coin, Hermes's face staring back at you from both sides. You know what this means... the twins. Along with the coin, he hands you a parchment, a list of names, a place, and a time. The event is set, and with it, your chance for vengeance. You scan the names, a mix of familiar and unfamiliar faces. Vespasian's name is there, a thrill of anticipation coursing through you. But Eamon's is notably absent, a decision you attribute to Kaelen's protective nature. You let it go, trusting in your friend's judgment. With the event looming, you begin to prepare, your mind a whirlwind of strategies and possibilities. The ludus, once a place of confinement, is now your stage, and you are ready to play your part. [[Attend the event|AR176]]

The day of the event arrived, and with no overseer to hinder you, you prepared and left the ludus, making your way to an underground place as instructed on the parchment. The venue is eerily empty, and as you scan the room, you spot Lyssa standing there. Surprised, you notice the absence of Thysa, who is usually by Lyssa's side. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Lyssa, thank you for setting this up. Once I'm done here, how do I escape?">> Lyssa's response is cryptic, her voice laced with a hint of sadness. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "Soon enough, everything will be clear. Don't worry too much.">> You press further, curious about Thysa's whereabouts. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Where's Thysa?">> Lyssa's expression darkens, a flicker of grief crossing her features. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "This is one of those tasks Thysa can't handle. I came alone to finish the job.">> Confusion clouds your mind, but you push it aside, focusing on the task at hand. <<dialogue "Philtra" "What's your plan moving forward? Can we join forces for another mission, one that could change the regime?">> Lyssa laughs, a sound devoid of warmth. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "You're too ambitious for your own good, Philtra. As for our next plan, we're rebuilding the thieves' guild from scratch. Thanks to you!">> Before you can react, Lyssa pulls out a small pipe, points it at you, and blows. The dart hits your neck, and you collapse as poison courses through your veins. You struggle to move, your body heavy and unresponsive. Your mind races, knowing that your askos holds the antidote. As your hand finds the askos, Lyssa snatches it away, her grip firm and unyielding. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "Did you really believe I would continue to work with you after what you did to my people, you fool? This won't kill you, but it will erase all your memories and sense of time. Soon, you'll be like your master Tiberius, unable to comprehend reality and living in an illusion. The askos is gone, and you won't be able to produce any milk on your own until the drug wears off, which is still many days or even weeks away.">> Lyssa's mocking tone cuts through the haze of your fading consciousness. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "Show me your courage now, Philtra. You were so brave in slaughtering all my people, knowing you can drink your milk to heal yourself quickly. Now, your safety is no longer guaranteed. You'll lose track of time and place, causing harm to everyone around you.">> Lyssa's words twist and distort as you barely understand her words. <<dialogue "Lyssa" "The only way to stop this wretched haze is to end it all... plunge the blade deep and let the gods’ cruel game fade to black.">> With a final, cruel laugh, Lyssa jumps through the window, taking your askos with her. You hear footsteps approaching from behind, the attendees for the orgy event arriving. You're barely able to move, your body and mind betraying you. Dizziness, ringing in your ears, and a nauseating sensation overwhelm you as the drug's effects take hold. [[Find a way to gather yourself and escape|AR177]] Important Dev Note: I’m exploring a non-linear storytelling approach for upcoming scenes to vividly portray Philtra’s fractured mind and clouded memories. This is a heads-up, as the sudden shift might feel confusing or difficult to follow, which isn’t my aim. Please provide your feedback if this does not work or if it could have been done better, for me to learn and improve in the future.

//You stumble around the room, your brain a foggy mess, struggling to maintain your balance. Suddenly, the once-empty space transforms into a chaotic spectacle of singing and dancing. Thais's women perform acrobatic feats, their bodies contorting as they swing from ropes hanging from the ceiling, their naked forms a blur of motion. The rest of the room is a writhing mass of naked bodies, already deep in the throes of an orgy, their moans and cries a symphony of carnal desire. You feel two sets of hands roughly groping your arse, turning around, you see Eamon and Vespasian, their eyes glazed with lust and something more sinister. You realize you're naked, and the sword that was in your hand is nowhere to be found. Too mentally exhausted to resist, you let them take their pleasure from your body. Eamon's hands roam your breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly as he grinds against you. Vespasian, not to be outdone, runs his fingers through your quim, teasing and probing, his touch both invasive and insistent. In between their assualt, you see the severed head of your mother, Medaea, placed on top of a table, her eyes filled with disappointment. // <<dialogue "Medaea" "I resisted these men's advances all my life ever since I came to Olympia. And now, look at you, spreading your legs for them like a common whore.">> // Tears stream down your face as you see your mother and hear her voice, but Eamon and Vespasian show no mercy, their movements becoming more frenzied and urgent. Eamon's phallus thrusts deep into your quim, his hips slapping against yours with a wet, rhythmic sound. Vespasian, meanwhile, positions himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips as he drives into your arse, his movements matching Eamon's pace. Eamon finishes first, his body tensing as he reaches his peak. But instead of spilling his seed inside your quim, blood sprays from his chest, coating your body in a warm, sticky mess. He collapses to the ground, his lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling. Shock and fear grip you as you try to understand what's happening. Vespasian, undeterred, continues his assault, his thrusts becoming more erratic and desperate. He reaches his climax, and just like Eamon, he bursts into a stream of blood, painting your body red. You watch in horror as, one by one, the others approach you, their bodies convulsing before they explode into pools of blood, their lifeless forms falling to the floor. The women hanging from the ropes are no exception, their bodies are sliced open from quim to throat, their guts spilling out in a grotesque display, dangling and swaying as they hang limply from the ropes. The room is a tableau of carnage, with dismembered limbs and severed heads scattered amidst the pools of blood. At the end, you stand naked, a sword in each hand, your body drenched in blood. The world goes silent as you try to comprehend the carnage. You hear your mother's voice calling you again, and you turn to see her severed head. As you walk towards it, someone stops you from behind, holding you back. You turn to see Basileos and a lot of guards standing there, surveying the dead bodies in the room. Instinctively, you drop the swords and eventually faint. You wake up in the dungeon, the sound of heavy rain disturbing your sleep. You find yourself dressed in your normal clothes and in chains and with no blood on you. Checking yourself for injuries, you find you're unharmed. You attempt to piece together the chain of events, but your mind is a jumble of fragmented memories, the images of the orgy and the bloodshed swirling in a whirlwind of confusion. Hunger and fatigue take over, and you drift back to sleep despite the noise of the rain outside, the echoes of the night's events haunting your dreams. // [[Wake up|AR178]]

__You wake up, your eyes adjusting to the clear night sky above you. As you look down, you realize you're in the midst of a fierce battle inside a burning building. The chaos surrounds you, but strangely, there's no ash or blood on your skin or clothes. You're ignored by everyone as they shout and fight among themselves, their movements frantic and desperate. A familiar voice catches your attention, and you walk over, astonished to see your father, Peregrine, egging on Mnemonides. With a cruel smile, Mnemonides runs his sword through a defenseless Klytemnaestra. She falls to the ground, her purse spilling coins everywhere. You wonder where the dowager queen was planning to go with all that coin and, more importantly, how your dead father is back, alive and well, and disturbingly, why he's supporting Mnemonides.__ <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Now's our chance! He is distracted. Let's take him down together!">> __Mnemonides nods, a sinister glint in his eyes.__ <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "You take the left. I'll go right. We'll flank him and catch him off guard.">> __They coordinate their attacks, moving with a precision born of long planning. Basileos, seeing his mother fall, roars in anger and grief.__ <<dialogue "Basileos" "Mother! No! You will pay for this!">> __But his distraction is his undoing. Peregrine charges forward, his sword arcing through the air as he aims for Basileos's side. Mnemonides, meanwhile, feints to the right, drawing Basileos's attention. Basileos, caught off guard, tries to parry Peregrine's blow, but it's too late. Peregrine's sword plunges deep into Basileos's side, and as he pulls out his blade, Basileos collapses to the ground, his breath coming in ragged gasps.__ <<dialogue "Peregrine" "The king is dead... long live the king!">> __Peregrine looks at Mnemonides, his eyes gleaming with triumph. Mnemonides drops his sword, relief washing over his face as he closes his eyes and looks up at the clear night sky, savoring this moment he's waited for all his life.__ <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "Finally, after all these years, it's over. Olympia is mine.">> __The roof above you creaks under the pressure of the fire and smoke. You watch in horror as Peregrine, his sword still dripping with Basileos's blood, swings it at an unsuspecting Mnemonides. The blade slices into Mnemonides's neck, but the strike isn't clean enough to sever his head. Mnemonides falls to his knees, pain etched on his face. Overcoming his initial shock, he finds his sword on the ground and impales Peregrine through the side of his stomach. Peregrine falls, still breathing but severely injured. Mnemonides also collapses, his wound looking fatal.__ <<dialogue "Mnemonides" "You traitor... I should have known...">> __Peregrine manages a weak laugh, blood bubbling from his lips.__ <<dialogue "Peregrine" "This is how it was always meant to end!">> __Fear for your father's life drives you to run towards him, but suddenly, one of the wood planks in the roof cracks and falls, striking your head and knocking you out. As you fall, you see the chaos continuing around you, the flames licking at the walls, and the sounds of metal clashing against metal filling the air. The last thing you hear is the distant echo of your father's voice, calling your name.__ [[Wake up|AR179]]

//You wake up in the dungeon, the relentless rain and thunder beating down on the earth, a symphony of chaos that disturbs your already fractured sleep. As you sit in one corner of the cell, your mind races, attempting to piece together the fragmented events of your recent past and understand your current whereabouts. The damp walls close in around you, and the scent of mold and decay fills your nostrils. You shiver, not from the cold, but from the creeping sense of unease that grips your heart. Suddenly, your eyes widen in horror as you realize that your mother, Medaea, is also chained and sitting across from you on the opposite side of the cell. Her presence is both a comfort and a shock. You stare at her, trying to comprehend how she could be here, alive and well.// <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mother, what are you doing here? How is this possible?">> //Medea's voice is calm and reassuring, a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within you.// <<dialogue "Medaea" "I'm here to help you, as always, Philtra. Trust me. Leave it to me, and I will take care of everything.">> //Confusion clouds your thoughts, and you're about to ask her about her death, to demand answers to the countless questions swirling in your mind, when Myrrine suddenly enters the cell. Her entrance is abrupt, her presence commanding, and she speaks directly to Medaea, her tone urgent and laced with a sense of importance.// <<dialogue "Myrrine" "We must leave immediately. There is something important you need to know.">> //You find it odd that Myrrine is addressing your mother instead of you, and a spark of irritation ignites within you. You get up, your movements stiff and unnatural, and follow them outside. The rain lashes against your skin, and the wind howls, carrying with it the echoes of distant screams. You shiver, your body reacting to the cold and the chaos around you. A cart awaits, its wooden wheels creaking under the weight of the storm. You climb in, your mother and Myrrine taking their places beside you. The journey to the royal palace is a blur, the rain and the darkness obscuring your vision and muddling your thoughts. As you enter the palace, the opulence and grandeur of your surroundings contrast sharply with the squalor of the dungeon, and you feel a sense of disorientation, as if you've stepped into a different world. Inside the infirmary, you see Antistia lying dead, her belly ripped wide open, a gruesome sight that turns your stomach and makes your head spin. You reel back against the wall, your hands trembling and your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Your mother's comforting arms wrap around you, her presence a grounding force in the midst of your turmoil. You watched as Myrrine spoke to your mother.// <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I found the poisoned dart in the room where you were arrested. I managed to convince Basileos that you were poisoned, and thus you are not responsible and so are to be released. Unfortunately, Antistia is dead because of her child, a girl. The baby grew too quickly, Antistia's belly started swelling considerably within days, and the baby was ready to be birthed within days instead of the usual nine moons. The baby was strong enough to tear through Antistia's belly, but her body was not prepared to give birth just yet. So, the baby had only one way out of her mother's body.">> //Myrrine's words hang heavy in the air, a chilling account of the events that led to Antistia's demise. You listen, your heart aching with a mix of grief and guilt, as the weight of her revelation settles over you like a shroud.// <<dialogue "Myrrine" "I will give you time to grieve for Antistia, and then you must return to the ludus.">> //With that, Myrrine leaves, her footsteps echoing down the hall, leaving you alone with your mother and the haunting image of Antistia's corpse. Your mother slowly turns to you, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and reproach, and you brace yourself for the truth, knowing that it will be a bitter pill to swallow.// <<dialogue "Medaea" "This is your fault, Philtra. Your milk caused the baby to grow too quickly, which ended up killing Antistia. Basileos warned you about not using the milk, but you didn't listen.">> //Tears stream down your face as you sob uncontrollably, the weight of your actions crushing you beneath its immense burden. Your mother consoles you, her touch gentle and soothing, as she helps you up and guides you out of the palace. The world outside is a blur, the rain and the darkness merging into a single, indistinguishable mass, and you feel dizzy, your senses reeling from the emotional turmoil and the physical exertion.// <<dialogue "Medaea" "Rest, Philtra. Trust me.">> //As you ride back to the ludus, you lean back onto your mother, finding solace in her embrace. The horse's steady gait lulls you into a state of uneasy repose, and the world fades away as you drift into a fitful sleep, your dreams haunted by the ghosts of your past and the specter of your guilt. The journey is long and arduous, the rain and the wind battering against you, but your mother's presence is a beacon of comfort.// [[Wake up|AR180]]

__You wake up once more, the clear night sky stretching endlessly above you, but this time, you find yourself inside a room where a fierce battle is raging. The air is thick with the clashing of metal and the grunts of exertion, the scent of sweat and blood heavy in the atmosphere. You look around, your eyes widening as you recognize one of the fighters... your father, Peregrine. The other two men are Basileos's most trusted Pretorian Guards, Thrasybulos and Eudoxos. You glance down at yourself, surprised to find that you are still clean and tidy, untouched by the chaos and destruction that surrounds you. Peregrine fights valiantly against the two guards, his sword flashing in the flickering light of the flames. His movements are fluid and precise, a testament to his skill and experience, but you can sense that he is holding back, his strikes measured and controlled, as if he is reluctant to deal a fatal blow.__ <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Enough! Both of you, stand down. I do not wish to kill you. You do not deserve death, at least not today.">> __Thrasybulos, a towering figure, snarls in response, his sword a whirlwind of steel as he presses his attack.__ <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "You dare to challenge us? You are outnumbered and outmatched. Yield now, and perhaps we will show you mercy.">> __Eudoxos, his eyes blazing with fury, charges forward, his blade aimed at Peregrine's heart. But Peregrine, with a swift and graceful movement, parries the blow, his sword clashing against Eudoxos's with a resounding clang.__ <<dialogue "Eudoxos" "You will pay for your insolence! Basileos will have your head for this!">> __Peregrine, his breath coming in steady gasps, responds with a calm and measured tone.__ <<dialogue "Peregrine" "I have no quarrel with you, but I will not hesitate to end your lives if you continue to stand in my way.">> __Thrasybulos, undeterred, continues his concentrated attack, his sword a blur of motion as he seeks to overwhelm Peregrine with sheer force and speed. But Eudoxos, enraged by Peregrine's words, overcommits to a reckless charge, his blade arcing through the air with deadly intent. Instinctively, Peregrine reacts, his body moving with the honed reflexes of a seasoned warrior. In a single, fluid motion, he steps to the side, avoiding Eudoxos's wild swing, and counters with a precise and powerful strike. His sword finds its mark, slicing through Eudoxos's armor and flesh with ease, and the guard falls, his life ebbing away in a pool of crimson. For a brief moment, the fighting ceases as both Peregrine and Thrasybulos pause to mourn the fallen guard. Peregrine, his voice heavy with emotion, speaks to Thrasybulos, his tone laced with a mix of sadness and resolve.__ <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Thrasybulos, let me pass. I do not wish to kill you, but you stand in the way of my true target. He is the one I seek, and he is the one who will pay for his crimes.">> __Thrasybulos, his face a mask of grief and anger, refuses to yield, his loyalty to Basileos unyielding.__ <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "You will not pass! Basileos is my king, and I will defend him to my last breath. You may have bested Eudoxos, but I will not be so easily defeated.">> __With a roar, Thrasybulos charges at Peregrine, his sword raised high, the blade glinting in the dance of the flames. The fight resumes, a whirlwind of steel and sweat, as the two skilled warriors clash, their blades meeting with a symphony of ringing metal and grunts of exertion. Peregrine, his movements fluid and precise, weaves and dodges, his sword a silver serpent striking with deadly accuracy. Thrasybulos, his attacks fueled by a mix of rage and determination, presses forward, his blows powerful and unyielding. The room echoes with the clash of their weapons, the grunts of their exertion, and the occasional cry of pain as they trade blows, neither willing to back down. Eventually, Peregrine manages to disarm Thrasybulos, his sword clattering to the ground as Peregrine's blade presses against his throat. Thrasybulos, his breath coming in ragged gasps, looks up at Peregrine, a mix of defeat and resignation in his eyes.__ <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "You have bested me... Do what you must.">> __Peregrine, his voice steady and calm, responds with a tone of respect and sadness.__ <<dialogue "Peregrine" "I do not wish to kill you, Thrasybulos. You are a skilled and honorable warrior, and you do not deserve to die here today. Stand down!">> __Thrasybulos, a flicker of understanding in his eyes, nods slowly, accepting his fate.__ <<dialogue "Thrasybulos" "A good death is its own reward.">> __With those final words, Thrasybulos crawls to his fallen sword and turns it upon himself, ending his life with honor, his blood mingling with the flames that lick at the walls. Peregrine watches, a mix of sadness and respect in his eyes, before turning and making his way to the throne room, where Mnemonides is already engaged in a fierce duel with Basileos. As you begin to follow, you see Klytemnaestra rushing in from the other end of the room, her face a mask of determination as she moves to protect her son. But as you take a step forward, the door behind you slams shut, and flames lick at the wood, trapping you inside. The room fills with smoke quickly, choking and acrid, and you struggle to breathe, your lungs burning with each ragged gasp. The world spins around you, and darkness claims you as you collapse, unconscious, amidst the inferno, the echoes of the battle and the cries of the fallen fading into the abyss of your fading consciousness.__ [[Wake up|AR181]]

//You stir from your fitful sleep, the gentle rocking of the horse lulling you back to consciousness. As you open your eyes, you find yourself in the familiar surroundings of the ludus, the scent of dust and sweat heavy in the air. Your mother, Medaea, is by your side, her presence a comforting anchor in the storm of your thoughts.// <<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, we have arrived. You need to rest.">> //You feel a profound weakness wash over you, your body frail and unsteady as you dismount the horse. Medaea guides you with a gentle touch, her strength supporting your every step as you make your way to the dorm. The other gladiators, Verus, Priscus, Crixus, and Stygos, surround Medaea, their faces a mix of curiosity and anticipation.// <<dialogue "Medaea" "The time to enact our plan has come. I hope that some of you will fight for our cause.">> //Stygos, his voice clear and strong despite the absence of his tongue, responds with a nod of determination.// <<dialogue "Stygos" "We are ready, Medaea. Some of the new recruits are still loyal to Mnemonides, but we will follow your lead.">> //You are astonished to see Stygos here, his presence contradictory to the last time you saw him, when he was with Kaelen in Eamon's mansion. You wonder how he is able to speak without a tongue all of a sudden, but you push it aside, focusing on the present. Medaea continues, her voice heavy with sorrow.// <<dialogue "Medaea" "This time, I come bearing some bad news... Our dear Antistia is dead.">> //Priscus, his eyes welling with tears, breaks down, his sobs echoing through the room. Verus moves to comfort him, his arm wrapping around Priscus's shoulders in a gesture of support and solidarity.// <<dialogue "Medaea" "She died during childbirth. Her girl child is safe and healthy and is with Myrrine in the palace.">> //The room falls silent, the weight of Medaea's words settling over you like a shroud. Priscus, his tears subsiding, looks up at Medaea, his voice filled with desperation.// <<dialogue "Priscus" "Are you sure? Antistia was not even a few moons into her pregnancy, let alone nine. It is not possible for the child to survive such an early birth.">> //Medaea's expression is one of solemn certainty, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and resolve.// <<dialogue "Medaea" "This is the truth, Priscus. Due to some miracle, the child grew too fast in Antistia's womb. Unfortunately, the child had to claw her way out of her mother before Antistia was ready to give birth.">> //The room is filled with a sense of perplexity, the gladiators exchanging glances, their minds racing to comprehend the unforeseen phenomenon. Crixus, his brow furrowed in thought, quickly pieces together the puzzle. You realized that he figured out that your milk must have had something to do with it. He changes the topic, his voice steady and focused.// <<dialogue "Crixus" "What happens now?">> //Medaea's response is swift and decisive, her plan laid out with precision and purpose.// <<dialogue "Medaea" "We need to prepare to escape when the time is right. We will take both Priscus's and Crixus's children and flee from this polis at the first opportunity. I will create that chance for you.">> //The gladiators nod in agreement, their faces set with determination, and they disperse, each moving to their respective tasks, their minds focused on the impending escape. Medaea turns to you, her eyes filled with concern and tenderness.// <<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, you are tired. Come, rest in this chamber.">> //She guides you to a small, dimly lit room, the air cool and still. You collapse onto the bed, your body aching with exhaustion, and as you drift into a fitful sleep, the echoes of the day's events swirl in your mind, a tangled web of loss, betrayal, and the promise of an uncertain future.// [[Wake up|AR182]]

__You wake once more, the clear night sky stretching endlessly above you, your senses heightened, the clear night sky stretching endlessly above you. The scene before you is one of calculated chaos. Peregrine and Mnemonides stand in the shadows, their movements silent and precise as they oversee the loading of carts with pots of oil. Some of the men, their faces obscured by the darkness, take the pots and move with purpose, pouring the oil throughout the palace, setting the stage for an inferno. Peregrine signals to his men, a series of hand gestures that speak volumes in the silence of the night. They nod in understanding, their weapons at the ready, and follow him into the palace. Mnemonides and his men flank the other side, their approach synchronized, a dance of death and destruction. You follow your father, your steps light and swift, as he cuts through the palace with the skill of a seasoned warrior. The throne room is his target, and he moves with single-minded determination, his sword a silver serpent in the flickering light of the flames that are already licking at the walls. Mnemonides, on the other hand, leaves a trail of carnage in his wake, his blade a whirlwind of steel as he cuts down anyone who dares to stand in his way. The palace echoes with the cries of the fallen and the clashing of metal, a symphony of violence and mayhem. Peregrine's voice rings out, a command that cuts through the chaos, his tone firm and unyielding.__ <<dialogue "Peregrine" "No killing of the unarmed! Let the maids and servants leave the palace. Do not harm them.">> __His men charge into the thick of the battle, their swords flashing, their movements a blur of speed and precision. But Peregrine, Crixus, Verus, and Priscus hang back, their eyes fixed on a different goal, a mission that lies beyond the immediate conflict. They take a detour, their steps measured and purposeful, their destination a secret known only to them. The palace is a labyrinth of corridors and chambers, but they navigate it with the ease of men who have walked these halls many times before, their path illuminated by the dance of the flames and the echoes of the battle that rages around them. The flames of the burning palace cast an eerie glow on the chaos below. You watch as Peregrine fights through hordes of men, his sword a blur of steel as he clears a path for the group consisting of Stygos, Crixus, Priscus, and Verus. With a determined stride, he guides them to the chambers on the upper floor, his knowledge of the palace's layout unerring. The fighting rages downstairs, a cacophony of clashing metal and shouted orders, but upstairs, an eerie calm prevails, broken only by the crackling of the encroaching flames. Peregrine moves with purpose, checking each room methodically until he finds what he seeks: Myrrine's chamber. Inside, two wooden baby cribs stand sentinel, their occupants the very reason for this daring incursion. Myrrine stands guard, her sword at the ready, her eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and determination. The group instinctively tenses, their hands reaching for their weapons, but Peregrine steps forward, his voice a calming balm amidst the tension.__ <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Myrrine, lower your weapon. We are not here to hurt you, but to retrieve what is rightfully ours.">> __He gestures to the cribs, his tone steady and reassuring.__ <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Crixus is the father of Servilia's child, and Priscus is the father of Antistia's child. We are here only to take our children back with us.">> __Myrrine hesitates, her grip on her sword loosening, but she does not sheathe it entirely.__ <<dialogue "Myrrine" "You have no women with you. How will you raise these children? Both would be better off growing up in the palace, with me, rather than being known as the children of criminals like Priscus and Crixus.">> __The group bristles at her words, their faces contorting with a mix of anger and hurt, but Peregrine intervenes once more, his voice a soothing melody in the symphony of their emotions. He addressed both Crixus and Priscus.__ <<dialogue "Peregrine" "As slaves, we never get to make meaningful choices. Now, you have a very important choice in your hands. You can either choose to take the child and run, see where life takes you, or you can leave your kids here with Myrrine. She will raise them both and hopefully give them a better life than their fathers were fortunate enough to have.">> __Crixus and Priscus exchange a glance, their eyes reflecting the turmoil of their thoughts. Crixus, his voice heavy with resignation, speaks first.__ <<dialogue "Crixus" "Myrrine is right. The kids will have better lives without us in it.">> __Priscus nods hesitantly, his agreement a silent acknowledgment of the harsh truth.__ <<dialogue "Priscus" "Yes, let them stay.">> __Myrrine, her expression a mix of relief and gratitude, thanks them for their decision.__ <<dialogue "Myrrine" "Thank you for making the correct choice.">> __Peregrine turns to Myrrine, his voice firm and commanding.__ <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Follow us, Myrrine. We will fight our way out, and you can take the children to safety. This place will not stand for long.">> __With a nod, Myrrine sheathes her sword and carefully lifts the babies, cradling them close as she follows the group. The journey down is a blur of steel and sweat, the clashing of blades and the grunts of exertion a symphony of survival. As they emerge from the palace, Peregrine's keen eyes spot the king's army marching towards the palace, their banners fluttering in the night breeze.__ <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Myrrine, go to them. They are loyal to the king and will protect you and the children.">> __Myrrine nods, her steps quick and purposeful as she makes her way towards the approaching soldiers, the babies safe in her arms. Peregrine turns to the group, his voice urgent and focused.__ <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Get to the stables. Mount the horses and gallop out of this polis. Now!">> __The group disperses, their movements swift and coordinated as they make their way to the stables, the promise of freedom spurring them on. Peregrine, however, turns back, his gaze fixed on the palace, his mission far from over. As he makes his way through the throne room, his eyes fall upon the duel between Mnemonides and Basileos, a dance of death played out in steel and blood. He steps forward, his presence a silent promise of the storm to come, but suddenly, a searing pain explodes in his head as Eudoxos, sneaking up from behind, strikes him with the pommel of his sword. Peregrine stumbles, his vision swimming, but he does not fall. Instead, he is forced back into a room, Thrasybulos and Eudoxos hot on his heels, their swords drawn, hoping to outnumber and overwhelm him. The strike, meant to incapacitate, has an unexpected effect... it sends a wave of pain crashing through your own head, a mirror of Peregrine's agony. The world spins around you, the flames and the chaos blurring into a single, indistinguishable mass, and as you reach out a hand to steady yourself, darkness claims you, and you collapse, unconscious, amidst the inferno, the echoes of the battle and the cries of the fallen fading into the abyss of your fading consciousness.__ [[Wake up|AR183]]

//The relentless rain and thunder beat down upon the earth, their rhythm a harsh reminder of the chaos that surrounds you. You stir from your fitful sleep, your eyes fluttering open to find Medaea sitting beside you, her presence a beacon of comfort in the storm of your thoughts. She smiles at you, her eyes filled with a mix of tenderness and concern.// <<dialogue "Medaea" "Philtra, are you having trouble sleeping again?">> //You nod, a heavy sigh escaping your lips as you admit the truth.// <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, Mother. I can't seem to find peace.">> //Medaea's voice is soft and soothing, a gentle balm to your troubled soul.// <<dialogue "Medaea" "I know what is troubling you. Forgive yourself, Philtra. Only then can you forgive others for what they have done to you and move ahead.">> //She pauses, her gaze distant as she speaks of her own past, her voice laced with a mix of pride and sorrow.// <<dialogue "Medaea" "In my youth, I slayed monsters, defeated armies, and toppled kingdoms. But raising you, Philtra, was the hardest task I have ever undertaken. You might never understand what I sacrificed to ensure that you grew up safe and loved in our home. I had to forgive those who wronged me and be content with not receiving the credit and recognition I deserved, all so that I could keep a low profile in Olympia and not attract any attention to myself. And I would gladly go through all that trouble again... for you, my gem.">> //Tears well up in your eyes as you listen to her words, the weight of her sacrifices settling over you like a shroud. You voice your deepest fears, your insecurities laid bare before her.// <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mother, I have caused so much pain. Some of those I hurt were innocent, and I'm not sure if there's a way back for me.">> //Medaea laughs, a sound filled with warmth and understanding, and she takes your hands in hers, her grip firm and reassuring.// <<dialogue "Medaea" "Everyone makes mistakes, Philtra, even the gods. But as mortals, our lives are short, and we must be prudent in correcting our mistakes and making the right choices. You know right from wrong, and if you are brave enough, you can confront your own failures, learn to live with them, and grow from them.">> //Her words are a lifeline, pulling you from the depths of your despair, and you feel a spark of hope ignite within you. Medaea continues, her voice steady and resolute.// <<dialogue "Medaea" "It is time for me to leave, Philtra. Remember, you are never alone. I am always watching over you, and I am proud of you.">> //You realize that this might be the last time you get to speak with your mother, and a profound sense of loss washes over you. You place your head in her lap, seeking the comfort of her touch, and ask her to sing to you, just as she used to when you were a child.// <<dialogue "Philtra" "Mother, will you sing for me? Like you used to when I was little?">> //Medaea embraces you, her arms wrapping around you in a warm, protective hold, and as you lay your head on her lap, she begins to sing. Her voice is a melody of love and longing, a lullaby that soothes your troubled soul and eases you into a deep, restful sleep. The rain and thunder fade into the background, their harsh rhythm replaced by the gentle cadence of her song, and you drift off, finally experiencing the best sleep you have ever known, cradled in the embrace of your mother's love and the promise of a brighter tomorrow.// [[Wake up|AR184]]

__You wake with a start, the gentle drizzle of rain a soothing lullaby against the earth. The dawn is approaching, the first light of day beginning to creep over the horizon, casting a soft glow on the world. You walk through the ludus, your steps heavy with the weight of your memories and the knowledge that this might be the last time you ever set foot here. The echoes of your past reverberate through your mind, a tapestry of joy and sorrow, of triumph and defeat. You hear a familiar voice from behind you, a voice that stirs your soul and fills you with a warmth you thought you had lost.__ <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Philtra, do you want to spar? Just like old times?">> __You turn to face your father, a smile spreading across your face as you eagerly agree.__ <<dialogue "Philtra" "Yes, Father. I would love to.">> __Peregrine moves with the grace of a seasoned warrior, retrieving two rudis from a nearby chest and tossing one to you. The weight of the wooden sword is familiar in your hands, a comforting reminder of the countless hours you spent training here. As you begin to spar, the world around you fades away, and it's just the two of you, lost in the rhythm of your movements, the clash of wood against wood. You find yourself laughing, the sound foreign and liberating, as you remember a time when picking up a sword was not about survival or conquest, but about play and fun.__ <<dialogue "Philtra" "Father, I missed you so much.">> __Peregrine's response is a jest, his eyes twinkling with mischief.__ <<dialogue "Peregrine" "I know, Philtra. I missed you more.">> __But suddenly, Peregrine stops, his gaze fixed on something behind you. You turn to see what has caught his attention, and your breath catches in your throat as you lay eyes on Tiberius. His eyes, once wild and unpredictable, are now clear and resolute, the eyes of a man who has made his peace with his fate.__ <<dialogue "Tiberius" "No matter what either of us does, there is only one way this is going to end. I have seen enough, and it is time to rest.">> __Before you can react, Tiberius pulls out a dagger, his movements swift and sure. You instinctively take your fighting stance, but Peregrine's voice stays your hand.__ <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Wait, Philtra. Easy. Tiberius is not going to hurt you.">> __You lower your guard, your heart pounding in your chest as Tiberius speaks, his voice a whisper of finality.__ <<dialogue "Tiberius" "The only way to stop this wretched haze is to end it all... plunge the blade deep and let the gods’ cruel game fade to black.">> __With those words, he plunges the dagger into his stomach, his life ebbing away in a pool of crimson. You look to your father, your voice a mix of fear and resignation.__ <<dialogue "Philtra" "Is this how my life will end too, Father?">> __Peregrine laughs, a sound filled with warmth and reassurance, and he takes your rudis from your trembling hands.__ <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Never, Philtra. I will never let that happen. You do not have to fight anymore. I will take care of everything on your behalf. The rain has stopped, and soon, Mnemonides will begin his assault on the palace. I will see this through to the end.">> __You embrace your father, your arms wrapping around him in a desperate plea for comfort and strength. His words are a beacon of hope in the storm of your doubts and fears.__ <<dialogue "Peregrine" "Once everything is done, the correct path will be clear for you, Philtra. And when all this is over, you will attain inner peace. If you ever need guidance or seek comfort, know your mother and I will always watching over you.">> __You hold him tightly, your resolve strengthening with each passing moment, knowing what you must do next to put all of this to rest and move on, to find the peace that has eluded you for so long.__ [[End this!|AR185]]

You calmly loosen your embrace of your father, your eyes fluttering open to take in the scene before you. The palace is engulfed in flames, the once-grand structure now a crumbling inferno, its walls collapsing under the relentless assault of the fire. Basileos lies bleeding and broken, his life hanging by a thread, while the dowager queen and Mnemonides are motionless, their bodies still and lifeless, beyond the reach of any healing. You look down at yourself, your gaze falling upon the open gash on your side, a memento of Mnemonides's final, desperate strike. The pain is a distant throb, overshadowed by the weight of your actions and the knowledge that you have no askos to heal yourself. With a sense of purpose, you wobble over to Basileos, your steps unsteady but determined, and drag him out of the palace, the heat of the flames licking at your skin. As you drop him outside, you know that someone will come for him, that he will be healed and given a chance to live, to rule, or to die another day. You turn back to the palace, your heart heavy with the weight of your loss and the knowledge of what you must do next. Inside, the once-opulent halls are now a charred ruin, the echoes of the battle fading into the crackling of the flames. You find the bodies of your parents, their forms still and peaceful amidst the chaos. With a sense of reverence, you move some wooden furniture, creating a makeshift funeral pyre, and place their bodies atop it, a final resting place for those who gave so much. You gather some of the coins scattered around the dowager queen's purse, their gold and silver glinting in the dance of the flames, and place them on top of your parents' eyes, Charon's Obols to ensure their safe passage across the Styx. You send a prayer to Hades. <<dialogue "Philtra" "Lord of Shadows, guide my parents across the Styx, where memory finds peace in your eternal embrace.">> With a heavy heart, you take some pieces of wood from the burning palace and use them to light the pyre, the flames leaping high, a beacon of remembrance and farewell. As the fire burns, you sit next to the pyre, your gaze fixed on the dance of the flames, a contemplative silence settling over you. You find yourself contemplating your life, the choices you've made, and the path that has led you here. A sense of contempt for your own existence washes over you, and you decide to stay, to watch the pyre burn, to let the flames take you, to find an end to your suffering. But as you close your eyes, hoping that this is the end, you wake once more, this time in a cell, the sunlight streaming in through the bars, the clear skies above a stark contrast to the darkness within. The birds chirp outside, their songs a mockery of the peace you seek, a new day dawning, indifferent to your plight. You do not bother to move, to struggle, or to fight. You have found inner peace, a quiet acceptance of your fate, and you are ready to spend the rest of your days in this cell, a prisoner of your past, a guardian of your memories, and a seeker of the solace that has eluded you for so long. [[Up Next!|Placeholder for the future updates]] Imp dev note: Game saves might get broken in the next update due to the expected changes in the variables affecting the start of the game.