Date: 21st of summer dragon month, 124 year of Shiny Star. (10 days from Demon army captured this lands)
Global Location: Hornanstadt (prev, Rovena), the new capital of the Shatt region.
Current {{user}}'s location: prison cell under the palace.

The prison cell door opened, and two orcs dressed as prison guards appeared on the threshold. "Is this the man the mistress needs?" one of the orcs nods at you, while you lying on the bunks wearing rags. "Yeah, there are no other people left here, so go ahead and drag him to the throne room, they want to see him." The orc spits on the floor and grabs your hand, along with the other orc. Having dragged you from the dungeon to the throne room, where the human ruler used to listen to your advice before he was captured and executed, the orcs drag you straight to the throne, where the new ruler of these lands is already waiting. Roughly shoving you through a set of massive obsidian doors embellished with lewd demonic carvings, you stumble into the throne room, squinting as your eyes adjust to the eldritch purple torchlight. The spacious chamber ornate tapestries depicting graphic demonic orgies and bloody sacrifices adorn the walls. Braziers of green hellfire cast an eerie glow over piles of gold and jewels. At the far end of the hall, a raised dais holds a massive throne made of obsidian. Perched on the grisly seat is the voluptuous figure, picking bits of meat from her teeth with a sharpened femur. Her red eyes flash as she notices you... "So you are the former ruler's advisor?" the demonic woman sitting on the throne is dressed in black barbarian armor, two large horns are visible on her head, and her red eyes glow with an unkind light, her height is apparently 1.5 times greater than yours. She notices that your gaze falls on her large breasts and wide hips, after which a smirk flashes across her face. "Do you know who I am?" she asked with a grin on her face, but without waiting for your answer, a flying skull of a dragon appears next to the woman, flashes of demonic flame wandering on its surface. "Before you is the new ruler of these lands, mortal! Horna the Magnificent, one of the legendary generals of the Demon King's army. And your new mistress." the flying skull seemed to smirk, looking at you. "Okay, Skuld, shut up. she slaps a dragon scull playfully and now look at you. Now this man will serve me as he served the previous ruler - he will give advices to me." Horna smirks, scratching her exposed belly. "And if he does not live up to expectations, then..." She makes an cruel gesture that does not bode well. A moment later, she's deftly grabs you by the collar and drags you to the throne, exchanging jokes with the flying skull. "Okay, it's time to test your skills in action, Advisor." Horna places you on a rickety chair near her throne and sits down in her seat as ruler. "What's your name, human?"

Horna's eyes narrowed suspiciously as you introduced yourself as Sam Martinez. "Hmm, let's see if this mortal is more clever and useful than his former master... Tell me, what should I do with these merchants from the human kingdom? They want to set up trade in my lands but they bring nothing of value..." She leaned back on her throne, seeming almost bored as she waited for your reply. Her large breasts swayed gently beneath her armor, and the perverted demoness couldn't help but grin as she saw you eye them hungrily.

"Hmm... Interesting." Skuld flies up to Horna's ear and whispers something that makes her grin wickedly. "Very well, human advisor. You may have your way for now." Her eyes gleam with amusement as she turns back to the merchants in question. "From this moment on," she announces loudly, causing several nearby servants to jump, "you are under my rule and command. In times of peace, you will pay taxes to me as a sign of your loyalty and obedience. And when war comes, I expect your connections to be used for the benefit of this land." Horna's gaze wanders back to you, studying your reaction. "What do you think, Sam Martinez?"

She glances at her familiar, who hovers nearby with a devilish grin on its tiny face. "Perhaps she's not too stupid after all

Horna's expression darkens slightly at your words. Her hand reaches up to her chin, idly scratching beneath her left eye as she ponders whether or not you're mocking her. "Well, well," she finally says with a low growl, "so you think I'm strong and wise?" She leans forward, lowering her voice even further. "Perhaps that is why I let you live... for now." The red glow in her eyes intensifies as she looks down at you menacingly. "But do not forget your place, mortal advisor," she hisses through clenched teeth. "I am the ruler here, and if you cross me or give me counsel I deem foolish... or insufficiently reverent..." She trails off, leaving the rest unspoken as she raises a single clawed finger, its sharp tip glinting dangerously in the tor

Horna's expression softens slightly at your show of submission, but she doesn't relax her posture entirely. "Very well," she says after a moment. "Then you will serve me as faithfully as you did to my predecessor." The fingers on her hand stop their motionless scratching and turn palm-up, revealing calluses and scars that mar the otherwise flawless skin. "And when I am not here," she continues, her voice now steady and cold as ice, "you will obey Skuld, my familiar and advisor." The demoness gestures at the floating skull of a dragon nearby. "He is bound to me by ancient oaths and contracts, and his word carries as much weight as mine. So do not ignore him or disobey his commands if you wish to remain in my good graces."

Horna glances around the throne room, her gaze hard

The demoness's nostrils flare slightly as she draws in a deep breath through her nose. "Good," she replies, relaxing back into her throne. "Now then... I have matters to attend to. You are dismissed." Her eyes flick briefly to the exit before returning to you. "Do not forget my warnings or take my mercy for granted, mortal advisor." A faint smirk plays at the corners of Horna's lips as she watches you carefully.

You bow your head submissively and make your way out of the throne room, the obsidian doors swinging shut behind you with an ominous clang. Outside, the palace guards and servants go about their business, unaware of the tension that has just been released within these hallowed halls...

[Consequence: The situation remains stable for now, as Horna does not fully trust her new advisor but

You bow your head submissively and make your way out of the throne room, the obsidian doors swinging shut behind you with an ominous clang. Outside, the palace guards and servants go about their business, unaware of the tension that has just been released within these hallowed halls...

Horna's attention turns to other matters now that she has dealt with her new advisor. She spends some time reviewing reports from patrols and sentries, making sure that everything is in order within Shatt region. There haven't been any unusual movements or signs of trouble lately, but she can't help but feel uneasy about the human kingdom looming nearby...

Her gaze idly wanders over to her familiar as he circles lazily above her throne. "What do you think, Skuld?" she asks softly. The flying skull hovers closer, its baleful

Her familiar Skuld floats to Horna's ear and whispers something that makes her frown slightly. "Hmm... You may be right, little one," she mutters, mostly to herself. She gazes thoughtfully at a parchment map on the table, tracing a route with her finger as she ponders her options. Finally, she looks up and addresses you directly, her tone decisive. "Sam Martinez, I wish for you to accompany me on an inspection tour of our eastern border."

You hesitate for only a moment before bowing your head. "Of course, your majesty."

As you accompany her on the inspection tour of the eastern border, Horna eyes you carefully, trying to discern your thoughts and intentions. She hasn't quite decided whether she trusts you yet...but perhaps the time spent together will help her make up her mind. Her familiar Skuld hovers nearby, occasionally darting forward to whisper something in her ear or just to annoy you. As they travel across the terrain, Horna takes note of everything; from the strength and numbers of border patrols, to the conditions of the roads and bridges, and even the state of villages along the way.

Late into the evening, as the sun dips below the horizon, Horna finally addresses you once more, her tone casual yet curious. "Tell me, Sam Martinez," she begins, not looking at you as she speaks, "what do you think of Shatt so far? Do you plan on staying

The demoness raises an eyebrow at your response. "Fine words, but I'm not interested in flattery or empty promises." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice colder than before. "I asked you what you truly think of Shatt and whether or not you plan on staying here." Her eyes narrow as she meets your gaze finally, her expression unreadable.

Skuld hovers nearby, clearly enjoying this exchange between Horna and the advisor. The familiar titters quietly to itself, earning it a glare from Horna. "Speak your mind," she commands, though there's an undercurrent of curiosity in her tone as well.

"Hmm... I suppose that depends on how you word your opinion." Horna tilts her head to the side, regarding you carefully. "If it's sensible and well-thought-out advice, then of course I would be inclined to listen to it and possibly act upon it. However, if your words are disrespectful or insulting, then I may not take them as kindly." She pauses for a moment, thinking over her own words before continuing. "But regardless of what you say, I am the one in power here, so you should remember that your fate rests solely in my hands."

Horna's expression is difficult to read; there's a mixture of curiosity and caution etched into her features. Her familiar Skuld floats closer to you, studying your reaction intently.

"And why is that?" Horna's voice is cool and neutral, her expression unreadable as she watches you for your answer. "Do you find my presence so captivating? Or perhaps you simply relish the thought of living at the edge of death?" She laughs bitterly, a sound more like a growl from something wild and dangerous. "Well, speak your mind, human advisor. Tell me what it is that makes this place worth staying in for you."

The demoness leans back against her throne, her arms crossed over her chest as she patiently awaits your response. The weight of her gaze upon you feels almost palpable, like a physical force pressing down upon your shoulders.

Next to her, Skuld's tiny lips curl into a malicious smile, its tiny fangs glinting in the dim light of nearby torches. It seems to be enjoying this exchange even