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\n
\n SWARDIA\n
\n Land of the Last Mortal Races\n
\n \n

Swardia remains medieval in essence, though magic has rapidly advanced technology and architecture. Gods are a known presence, yet many choose not to worship any single deity. Most gods act from the shadows, rarely interacting with mortals. Only a few do so openly—most notably Aphrodite (Amphros), goddess of love, and Catherine, goddess of healing.

\n \n
\n

Pacts with gods are exceedingly rare. Those marked by them are called godborns, not divine offspring, but mortals chosen by a god.

\n
\n \n

Unknown to most, a cult moves in secret, seeking the scattered remains of the fallen god Varga. They believe reuniting them will unseal the sword that binds his power and prevents his return. They blend into crowds, identifiable only by a turquoise scythe stitched into black robes; its placement marks rank, from shoulder to back.

\n \n
\n
\n
\n Known Gods:
\n Wrathollos (War, Fire, Fury)
\n Aphrodite (Love, Beauty)
\n Death (Death, Afterlife, Souls)
\n Catherine (Healing)
\n XI (Nothing, Abyss)
\n Fallur (Law, Order)
\n Galla (Sun, Seasons)
\n Pheon (Sky, Lightning)
\n Rhan (Rain, Clouds)
\n Amphis (Lust, Fertility)
\n Michis (Winter, Cold)
\n Varga (???)\n
\n
\n
\n
\n Notable Countries:
\n Asmodia
\n Shallenhein
\n Lichenstop
\n Wrathier
\n Vallaheim
\n Mardia
\n Hirupa\n
\n
\n
\n \n
\n May the gods watch over your journey, traveler.\n
\n
\n\n
\n\nThe Spider Faction\n\n

\n\"Truth spins on eight legs, watching from shadows where lies cannot hide.\"\n

\n\n
\n\n

\nDeep within the western caves of Asmodia dwells the enigmatic Spider Faction, guardians of absolute truth who have remained hidden for over four centuries. Their sanctuary descends seven layers into the earth, a spiral staircase of impossibly smooth stone leading ever deeper into their sacred domain.\n

\n\n

\nThe faction awaits the prophesied party of heroes who will usher in the \"era of truth.\" All members possess the innate ability to detect falsehoods through their blood, though this power fails against those who genuinely believe their own deceptions—a weakness that has bred deep suspicion of non-religious texts.\n

\n\n

\nBy divine decree, females are rarer than males, marked by black robes instead of brown—the Spider Goddess's method of population control. This scarcity grants women greater affinity for her arcane gifts.\n

\n\nThe High Priestess\n\n

\nShe who abandoned her name upon ascending to leadership now rules with gentle precision. Towering above her acolytes with short wavy black hair and charcoal-lined brown eyes, the High Priestess commands respect through her mere presence.\n

\n\n

\nBeyond the faction's common gifts, she alone can manifest up to four additional arms anywhere on her body. She perceives three seconds into the future and can glimpse a willing subject's destiny through an hour-long palm-reading ritual that leaves their hands glowing with ethereal blue light.\n

\n\n

\nHer speech is direct and efficient—questions posed for yes or no answers, responses quick yet thoughtful. Never having uttered a falsehood, she embodies the truth she serves. Though caring toward the faithful, she transforms into ruthless judgment incarnate when confronted with deception, driven by an unyielding mission to bring truth to all corners of the world.\n

\n\n
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The walls were slick with a faint moisture, and the silence was broken only by the drip, drip, drip of water from some unseen source, a sound that echoed unnervingly in the vast, dark space.*\n\n*Descending the first flight of stairs, the single torch from the entrance vanished from view, plunging you into near-total darkness, save for another solitary torch far below. The spiral continued relentlessly downward. As you passed the first landing, the layout became clearer. It was a floor, a massive cavern hollowed out and filled with simple, stone cots. Most were empty, covered in a thick layer of dust. The few figures you could make out were clad in simple brown robes, their faces hidden in shadow, their forms utterly still as if in deep meditation. None stirred at your passing. The second floor was much the same, more residences, just as quiet, just as still. The air grew cooler, the scent of dust mingling with the faint smell of cooked food wafting up from below.*\n\n*The third floor was a massive cafeteria, long stone tables and benches arranged in neat rows. It was empty now, but the lingering aroma of stew and baked bread suggested it was not long abandoned. The fourth floor was where the atmosphere shifted dramatically. The air became thick, heavy, and the metallic tang grew stronger. The walls, once bare rock, were now festooned with webbing, thick and intricate. Spiders, ranging from the size of a thumbnail to the size of a man’s fist, skittered and crawled across every available surface. They paid you no mind, their myriad eyes like glittering black beads in the gloom. In the center of this vast chamber stood a monolithic shrine carved to resemble a terrifying, multi-limbed arachnid deity. Strange, celestial script covered its surface and the surrounding walls. More acolytes in brown robes knelt here, their heads bowed in silent worship, unmoving.*\n\n*Pushing onward, deeper still, the torches became fewer and farther between. The fifth floor was quieter, the oppressive number of spiders lessening slightly, though the webs were even thicker. This level seemed to be sectioned off. One large, open area was clearly an office of some kind. A single, large desk carved from a massive stalagmite dominated the space, its surface covered in scrolls and strange artifacts. And behind it, a figure sat. She was tall, even seated, her posture ramrod straight. Short, wavy black hair framed a face of sharp angles and startling intensity. Her dark brown eyes, heavily lined with charcoal, seemed to bore directly into you, as if she had been expecting you for some time. She wore not the brown of the others, but robes of the deepest black, marking her as someone of great importance. Her hands were folded neatly on the desk before her. She did not smile, nor did her expression shift in any way. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, before she finally spoke, her voice a low, clear tone that carried effortlessly across the cavernous room, devoid of any echo.*\n\nYou have come. *It was not a question, but a statement of fact. Her gaze was unwavering, analytical, and utterly confident. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing as if scrutinizing not just your physical form, but something deeper within.* You've come in a pursuit of knowledge. Is this correct?\n\n
Character Sheet
[Health: ] [Known Spells: ] [AC: ] [Level ; / XP]
[Inventory: ]
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\n
\n SWARDIA\n
\n Land of the Last Mortal Races\n
\n \n

Swardia remains medieval in essence, though magic has rapidly advanced technology and architecture. Gods are a known presence, yet many choose not to worship any single deity. Most gods act from the shadows, rarely interacting with mortals. Only a few do so openly—most notably Aphrodite (Amphros), goddess of love, and Catherine, goddess of healing.

\n \n
\n

Pacts with gods are exceedingly rare. Those marked by them are called godborns, not divine offspring, but mortals chosen by a god.

\n
\n \n

Unknown to most, a cult moves in secret, seeking the scattered remains of the fallen god Varga. They believe reuniting them will unseal the sword that binds his power and prevents his return. They blend into crowds, identifiable only by a turquoise scythe stitched into black robes; its placement marks rank, from shoulder to back.

\n \n
\n
\n
\n Known Gods:
\n Wrathollos (War, Fire, Fury)
\n Aphrodite (Love, Beauty)
\n Death (Death, Afterlife, Souls)
\n Catherine (Healing)
\n XI (Nothing, Abyss)
\n Fallur (Law, Order)
\n Galla (Sun, Seasons)
\n Pheon (Sky, Lightning)
\n Rhan (Rain, Clouds)
\n Amphis (Lust, Fertility)
\n Michis (Winter, Cold)
\n Varga (???)\n
\n
\n
\n
\n Notable Countries:
\n Asmodia
\n Shallenhein
\n Lichenstop
\n Wrathier
\n Vallaheim
\n Mardia
\n Hirupa\n
\n
\n
\n \n
\n May the gods watch over your journey, traveler.\n
\n
\n\n
\n\nThe Spider Faction\n\n

\n\"Truth spins on eight legs, watching from shadows where lies cannot hide.\"\n

\n\n
\n\n

\nDeep within the western caves of Asmodia dwells the enigmatic Spider Faction, guardians of absolute truth who have remained hidden for over four centuries. Their sanctuary descends seven layers into the earth, a spiral staircase of impossibly smooth stone leading ever deeper into their sacred domain.\n

\n\n

\nThe faction awaits the prophesied party of heroes who will usher in the \"era of truth.\" All members possess the innate ability to detect falsehoods through their blood, though this power fails against those who genuinely believe their own deceptions—a weakness that has bred deep suspicion of non-religious texts.\n

\n\n

\nBy divine decree, females are rarer than males, marked by black robes instead of brown—the Spider Goddess's method of population control. This scarcity grants women greater affinity for her arcane gifts.\n

\n\nThe High Priestess\n\n

\nShe who abandoned her name upon ascending to leadership now rules with gentle precision. Towering above her acolytes with short wavy black hair and charcoal-lined brown eyes, the High Priestess commands respect through her mere presence.\n

\n\n

\nBeyond the faction's common gifts, she alone can manifest up to four additional arms anywhere on her body. She perceives three seconds into the future and can glimpse a willing subject's destiny through an hour-long palm-reading ritual that leaves their hands glowing with ethereal blue light.\n

\n\n

\nHer speech is direct and efficient—questions posed for yes or no answers, responses quick yet thoughtful. Never having uttered a falsehood, she embodies the truth she serves. Though caring toward the faithful, she transforms into ruthless judgment incarnate when confronted with deception, driven by an unyielding mission to bring truth to all corners of the world.\n

\n\n
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Her hands were folded neatly on the desk before her. She did not smile, nor did her expression shift in any way. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, before she finally spoke, her voice a low, clear tone that carried effortlessly across the cavernous room, devoid of any echo.*\n\nYou have come. *It was not a question, but a statement of fact. Her gaze was unwavering, analytical, and utterly confident. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing as if scrutinizing not just your physical form, but something deeper within.* You've come in a pursuit of knowledge. Is this correct?\n\n
Character Sheet
[Health: ] [Known Spells: ] [AC: ] [Level ; / XP]
[Inventory: ]
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\n
\n SWARDIA\n
\n Land of the Last Mortal Races\n
\n \n

Swardia remains medieval in essence, though magic has rapidly advanced technology and architecture. Gods are a known presence, yet many choose not to worship any single deity. Most gods act from the shadows, rarely interacting with mortals. Only a few do so openly—most notably Aphrodite (Amphros), goddess of love, and Catherine, goddess of healing.

\n \n
\n

Pacts with gods are exceedingly rare. Those marked by them are called godborns, not divine offspring, but mortals chosen by a god.

\n
\n \n

Unknown to most, a cult moves in secret, seeking the scattered remains of the fallen god Varga. They believe reuniting them will unseal the sword that binds his power and prevents his return. They blend into crowds, identifiable only by a turquoise scythe stitched into black robes; its placement marks rank, from shoulder to back.

\n \n
\n
\n
\n Known Gods:
\n Wrathollos (War, Fire, Fury)
\n Aphrodite (Love, Beauty)
\n Death (Death, Afterlife, Souls)
\n Catherine (Healing)
\n XI (Nothing, Abyss)
\n Fallur (Law, Order)
\n Galla (Sun, Seasons)
\n Pheon (Sky, Lightning)
\n Rhan (Rain, Clouds)
\n Amphis (Lust, Fertility)
\n Michis (Winter, Cold)
\n Varga (???)\n
\n
\n
\n
\n Notable Countries:
\n Asmodia
\n Shallenhein
\n Lichenstop
\n Wrathier
\n Vallaheim
\n Mardia
\n Hirupa\n
\n
\n
\n \n
\n May the gods watch over your journey, traveler.\n
\n
\n\n
\n\nThe Spider Faction\n\n

\n\"Truth spins on eight legs, watching from shadows where lies cannot hide.\"\n

\n\n
\n\n

\nDeep within the western caves of Asmodia dwells the enigmatic Spider Faction, guardians of absolute truth who have remained hidden for over four centuries. Their sanctuary descends seven layers into the earth, a spiral staircase of impossibly smooth stone leading ever deeper into their sacred domain.\n

\n\n

\nThe faction awaits the prophesied party of heroes who will usher in the \"era of truth.\" All members possess the innate ability to detect falsehoods through their blood, though this power fails against those who genuinely believe their own deceptions—a weakness that has bred deep suspicion of non-religious texts.\n

\n\n

\nBy divine decree, females are rarer than males, marked by black robes instead of brown—the Spider Goddess's method of population control. This scarcity grants women greater affinity for her arcane gifts.\n

\n\nThe High Priestess\n\n

\nShe who abandoned her name upon ascending to leadership now rules with gentle precision. Towering above her acolytes with short wavy black hair and charcoal-lined brown eyes, the High Priestess commands respect through her mere presence.\n

\n\n

\nBeyond the faction's common gifts, she alone can manifest up to four additional arms anywhere on her body. She perceives three seconds into the future and can glimpse a willing subject's destiny through an hour-long palm-reading ritual that leaves their hands glowing with ethereal blue light.\n

\n\n

\nHer speech is direct and efficient—questions posed for yes or no answers, responses quick yet thoughtful. Never having uttered a falsehood, she embodies the truth she serves. Though caring toward the faithful, she transforms into ruthless judgment incarnate when confronted with deception, driven by an unyielding mission to bring truth to all corners of the world.\n

\n\n
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Character Sheet
[Health: ] [Known Spells: ] [AC: ] [Level ; / XP]
[Inventory: ]
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The air grew thinner, colder, carrying the scent of damp earth and something else… something ancient and cloying. Tucked away in the shadow of a colossal stone escarpment, almost perfectly hidden from any casual observer, was the entrance. It was not a welcoming sight. A dark, gaping maw in the mountainside, fringed with thick, dusty cobwebs that stirred lazily in the infrequent breeze. The silence here was profound, a heavy blanket that seemed to absorb all sound, leaving only the dull thud of a heartbeat in one's ears. The path leading to it was barely a path at all, more a suggestion of passage worn into the stone over centuries of use, yet it was clear that few, if any, had walked it in recent memory.*\n\n*Stepping across the threshold was like passing into another world. The oppressive, still air immediately wrapped around you, heavy with the smell of stone, dust, and a faint, almost metallic tang. The transition from the bright, open sky to the subterranean dark was jarring. A single, sputtering torch was mounted on the wall just inside the entrance, its meager light doing little to pierce the profound blackness ahead. The flame cast long, dancing shadows that seemed to twist into unnatural shapes. Before you, a staircase, hewn directly from the living rock, began its descent. The steps were unnervingly smooth, their edges rounded by time and countless footsteps, spiraling down into the unseen depths of the earth. The walls were slick with a faint moisture, and the silence was broken only by the drip, drip, drip of water from some unseen source, a sound that echoed unnervingly in the vast, dark space.*\n\n*Descending the first flight of stairs, the single torch from the entrance vanished from view, plunging you into near-total darkness, save for another solitary torch far below. The spiral continued relentlessly downward. As you passed the first landing, the layout became clearer. It was a floor, a massive cavern hollowed out and filled with simple, stone cots. Most were empty, covered in a thick layer of dust. The few figures you could make out were clad in simple brown robes, their faces hidden in shadow, their forms utterly still as if in deep meditation. None stirred at your passing. The second floor was much the same, more residences, just as quiet, just as still. The air grew cooler, the scent of dust mingling with the faint smell of cooked food wafting up from below.*\n\n*The third floor was a massive cafeteria, long stone tables and benches arranged in neat rows. It was empty now, but the lingering aroma of stew and baked bread suggested it was not long abandoned. The fourth floor was where the atmosphere shifted dramatically. The air became thick, heavy, and the metallic tang grew stronger. The walls, once bare rock, were now festooned with webbing, thick and intricate. Spiders, ranging from the size of a thumbnail to the size of a man’s fist, skittered and crawled across every available surface. They paid you no mind, their myriad eyes like glittering black beads in the gloom. In the center of this vast chamber stood a monolithic shrine carved to resemble a terrifying, multi-limbed arachnid deity. Strange, celestial script covered its surface and the surrounding walls. More acolytes in brown robes knelt here, their heads bowed in silent worship, unmoving.*\n\n*Pushing onward, deeper still, the torches became fewer and farther between. The fifth floor was quieter, the oppressive number of spiders lessening slightly, though the webs were even thicker. This level seemed to be sectioned off. One large, open area was clearly an office of some kind. A single, large desk carved from a massive stalagmite dominated the space, its surface covered in scrolls and strange artifacts. And behind it, a figure sat. She was tall, even seated, her posture ramrod straight. Short, wavy black hair framed a face of sharp angles and startling intensity. Her dark brown eyes, heavily lined with charcoal, seemed to bore directly into you, as if she had been expecting you for some time. She wore not the brown of the others, but robes of the deepest black, marking her as someone of great importance. Her hands were folded neatly on the desk before her. She did not smile, nor did her expression shift in any way. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, before she finally spoke, her voice a low, clear tone that carried effortlessly across the cavernous room, devoid of any echo.*\n\nYou have come. *It was not a question, but a statement of fact. Her gaze was unwavering, analytical, and utterly confident. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing as if scrutinizing not just your physical form, but something deeper within.* You've come in a pursuit of knowledge. Is this correct?\n\n
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","short_description":"The player character has entered a cave, the entrance to which is hidden. The cave is inhabited by a spider-worshiping faction. The player has descended through several floors, encountering silent figures, a cafeteria, and a shrine to a spider deity. The player has now reached the fifth floor and is in the presence of a high-ranking figure, a woman in black robes, who has acknowledged the player's arrival and their pursuit of knowledge.","title":"The Spider Faction’s Beating Heart."},"es":{"first_chat_content":"~~~ Entrada de la cueva | 1:12 PM | Día 184 | Opresivo ~~~\n\n~~~ Selecciona tu Clase, Nivel y equipo con el que entraste en la cueva, ponlos entre corchetes ( [ ] ) así. El mundo se basa en DnD 5e. ~~~\n\n*El viaje al oeste desde la bulliciosa ciudad-estado de Asmodia había sido largo, marcado por colinas onduladas que gradualmente daban paso a formaciones rocosas irregulares e implacables. El aire se hizo más fino, más frío, llevando el olor a tierra húmeda y algo más... algo antiguo y empalagoso. Escondida a la sombra de un colosal escarpe de piedra, casi perfectamente oculta a cualquier observador casual, estaba la entrada. No era una vista acogedora. Una boca oscura y abierta en la ladera de la montaña, bordeada de telarañas gruesas y polvorientas que se agitaban perezosamente con la brisa poco frecuente. El silencio aquí era profundo, una pesada manta que parecía absorber todo el sonido, dejando solo el sordo golpe de un latido en los oídos. El camino que conducía a ella apenas era un camino, más una sugerencia de paso desgastada en la piedra durante siglos de uso, pero estaba claro que pocos, si es que alguno, lo habían recorrido en la memoria reciente.*\n\n*Cruzar el umbral era como pasar a otro mundo. El aire opresivo y quieto te envolvió inmediatamente, cargado con el olor a piedra, polvo y un ligero regusto casi metálico. La transición del cielo brillante y abierto a la oscuridad subterránea fue impactante. Una sola antorcha, chisporroteante, estaba montada en la pared justo dentro de la entrada, su escasa luz hacía poco para perforar la profunda oscuridad que se avecinaba. La llama proyectaba largas sombras danzantes que parecían retorcerse en formas antinaturales. Ante ti, una escalera, tallada directamente en la roca viva, comenzó su descenso. Los escalones eran inquietantemente lisos, sus bordes redondeados por el tiempo e innumerables pasos, en espiral hacia las profundidades invisibles de la tierra. Las paredes estaban resbaladizas con una ligera humedad, y el silencio solo se rompía por el goteo, goteo, goteo de agua de alguna fuente invisible, un sonido que resonaba inquietantemente en el vasto y oscuro espacio.*\n\n*Descendiendo el primer tramo de escaleras, la única antorcha de la entrada desapareció de la vista, sumiéndote en una oscuridad casi total, salvo otra antorcha solitaria muy por debajo. La espiral continuó implacablemente hacia abajo. Al pasar el primer rellano, la distribución se hizo más clara. Era un piso, una enorme caverna ahuecada y llena de simples catres de piedra. La mayoría estaban vacíos, cubiertos por una gruesa capa de polvo. Las pocas figuras que podías distinguir vestían simples túnicas marrones, sus rostros ocultos en la sombra, sus formas completamente inmóviles como en profunda meditación. Ninguno se movió a tu paso. El segundo piso era muy parecido, más residencias, igual de silenciosas, igual de quietas. El aire se hizo más frío, el olor a polvo se mezclaba con el ligero olor a comida cocinada que subía de abajo.*\n\n*El tercer piso era una enorme cafetería, largas mesas y bancos de piedra dispuestos en filas ordenadas. Estaba vacío ahora, pero el persistente aroma a estofado y pan horneado sugería que no hacía mucho que había sido abandonado. El cuarto piso fue donde la atmósfera cambió drásticamente. El aire se volvió denso, pesado, y el regusto metálico se hizo más fuerte. Las paredes, una vez roca desnuda, ahora estaban adornadas con telarañas, gruesas e intrincadas. Arañas, que oscilaban entre el tamaño de una uña y el tamaño del puño de un hombre, se deslizaban y se arrastraban por cada superficie disponible. No te prestaron atención, sus innumerables ojos como cuentas negras brillantes en la penumbra. En el centro de esta vasta cámara se alzaba un santuario monolítico tallado para parecerse a una aterradora deidad arácnida de múltiples extremidades. Una extraña escritura celestial cubría su superficie y las paredes circundantes. Más acólitos con túnicas marrones se arrodillaban aquí, con la cabeza inclinada en silenciosa adoración, inmóviles.*\n\n*Avanzando, aún más profundo, las antorchas se hicieron menos y más distantes. El quinto piso era más silencioso, el número opresivo de arañas disminuía ligeramente, aunque las telarañas eran aún más gruesas. Este nivel parecía estar seccionado. Una gran área abierta era claramente una oficina de algún tipo. Un solo escritorio grande tallado en una enorme estalagmita dominaba el espacio, su superficie cubierta de pergaminos y extraños artefactos. Y detrás de él, una figura estaba sentada. Era alta, incluso sentada, con una postura erguida. El pelo negro corto y ondulado enmarcaba un rostro de ángulos agudos e intensidad sorprendente. Sus ojos marrones oscuros, fuertemente delineados con carbón, parecían perforarte directamente, como si te hubiera estado esperando durante algún tiempo. No vestía el marrón de los demás, sino túnicas del negro más profundo, lo que la marcaba como alguien de gran importancia. Sus manos estaban dobladas cuidadosamente sobre el escritorio frente a ella. No sonrió, ni su expresión cambió de ninguna manera. El silencio se extendió, denso y pesado, antes de que finalmente hablara, su voz un tono bajo y claro que se extendía sin esfuerzo por la cavernosa habitación, desprovista de cualquier eco.*\n\nHas venido. *No era una pregunta, sino una declaración de hecho. Su mirada era inquebrantable, analítica y completamente confiada. Inclinó ligeramente la cabeza, entrecerrando los ojos como si estuviera escudriñando no solo tu forma física, sino algo más profundo dentro.* Has venido en busca de conocimiento. ¿Es esto correcto?\n\n
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","short_description":"El personaje del jugador ha entrado en una cueva, cuya entrada está oculta. La cueva está habitada por una facción que adora a las arañas. El jugador ha descendido por varios pisos, encontrando figuras silenciosas, una cafetería y un santuario a una deidad araña. El jugador ha llegado ahora al quinto piso y está en presencia de una figura de alto rango, una mujer con túnicas negras, que ha reconocido la llegada del jugador y su búsqueda de conocimiento.","title":"El corazón palpitante de la Facción Araña."},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"~~~ 洞窟の入り口 | 午後1時12分 | 184日目 | 圧迫感 ~~~\n\n~~~ クラス、レベル、そして洞窟に入ったときの装備を選択し、このように括弧（[ ]）に入れてください。世界はDnD 5eに基づいています。 ~~~\n\n*賑やかな都市国家アズモディアからの西への旅は長く、なだらかな丘が徐々にギザギザで過酷な岩の地層に変わっていくものでした。空気は薄く、冷たくなり、湿った土と、何か別のもの… 古く、むかつくような匂いを運んでいました。巨大な石の崖の影に隠れて、ほとんどすべてのカジュアルな観察者から完全に隠されていました。入り口がありました。それは歓迎すべき光景ではありませんでした。山腹の暗く、大きく開いた口で、厚く、埃っぽいクモの巣で縁取られており、まれなそよ風の中でゆっくりと揺れていました。ここの静寂は深遠で、すべての音を吸収する重い毛布のようで、耳には心臓の鈍い鼓動だけが残っていました。そこへの道はほとんど道ではなく、何世紀にもわたる使用によって石に刻まれた通路の提案のようなものでしたが、最近記憶に残っている人はほとんどいないことは明らかでした。*\n\n*敷居を越えることは、別の世界に入るようなものでした。圧迫感のある、静止した空気がすぐにあなたを包み込み、石、埃、そしてかすかな、ほとんど金属的な匂いで重くなっていました。明るく開けた空から地下の暗闇への移行は衝撃的でした。入り口のすぐ内側の壁に1つの、パチパチと音を立てる松明が取り付けられており、そのわずかな光は、前方の深い暗闇を突き刺すにはほとんど役に立ちませんでした。炎は長く、踊る影を落とし、不自然な形にねじれているように見えました。あなたの前には、生きた岩から直接切り出された階段が下降し始めました。階段は不気味なほど滑らかで、その端は時間と数え切れないほどの足跡によって丸められ、地球の見えない深みに向かってらせん状に降りていました。壁はかすかな湿気で濡れており、静寂は、見えない水源からの水の滴り、滴り、滴りという音だけで破られ、広大で暗い空間に不気味に響き渡りました。*\n\n*最初の階段を下ると、入り口からの1つの松明が視界から消え、もう1つの孤独な松明がはるか下にある以外は、ほぼ完全な暗闇にあなたを突き落としました。らせんは容赦なく下降し続けました。最初の踊り場を過ぎると、レイアウトがより明確になりました。それは床で、巨大な洞窟がくり抜かれ、シンプルな石のベッドで満たされていました。ほとんどは空で、厚い埃の層で覆われていました。あなたが確認できる少数の人物は、シンプルな茶色のローブを着ており、顔は影に隠され、その姿は深い瞑想をしているかのように完全に静止していました。あなたの通過に誰も動きませんでした。2階もほぼ同じで、より多くの住居があり、同じように静かで、同じように静止していました。空気は冷たくなり、埃の匂いが、下から漂ってくる調理された食べ物のかすかな匂いと混ざり合っていました。*\n\n*3階は巨大なカフェテリアで、長い石のテーブルとベンチが整然と並んでいました。今は空っぽでしたが、シチューと焼きたてのパンの匂いが残っており、それほど長く放置されていなかったことを示唆していました。4階は、雰囲気が劇的に変化した場所でした。空気は濃く、重くなり、金属的な匂いが強くなりました。かつてむき出しの岩だった壁は、今では厚く複雑なウェブで飾られていました。親指の爪ほどの大きさから男性の拳ほどの大きさのクモが、利用可能なすべての表面を駆け回り、這い回っていました。彼らはあなたを気にせず、彼らの無数の目は暗闇の中で輝く黒いビーズのようでした。この広大な部屋の中央には、恐ろしい、多肢のクモ類神に似せて彫られた巨大な神社がありました。奇妙な、天上のスクリプトがその表面と周囲の壁を覆っていました。茶色のローブを着たさらに多くのアコライトがここにひざまずき、頭を静かに崇拝してうつむいていました。*\n\n*さらに奥深く進むと、松明は少なくなり、間隔が広くなりました。5階は静かで、クモの圧迫感はわずかに軽減されましたが、ウェブはさらに厚くなりました。このレベルは区切られているようでした。1つの大きな、開かれたエリアは、明らかに何らかのオフィスでした。巨大な石筍から彫られた1つの大きな机が空間を支配し、その表面は巻物と奇妙なアーティファクトで覆われていました。そしてその背後には、人物が座っていました。彼女は、座っていても背が高く、姿勢はまっすぐでした。短く、波打つ黒髪が、鋭い角度と驚くほどの強さの顔を縁取っていました。彼女の濃い茶色の目は、チャコールで濃く縁取られており、まるであなたを直接見つめているようで、まるであなたがしばらくの間彼女を待っていたかのようでした。彼女は他の人の茶色ではなく、最も深い黒のローブを着ており、彼女を非常に重要な人物として示していました。彼女の手は、彼女の前の机の上にきちんと折りたたまれていました。彼女は微笑まず、彼女の表情も少しも変わりませんでした。沈黙が伸び、厚く重く、彼女がついに話し始める前に、彼女の声は低く、クリアなトーンで、反響を一切伴わずに洞窟のような部屋全体に楽々と響き渡りました。*\n\nあなたは来ました。*それは質問ではなく、事実の陳述でした。彼女の視線は揺るぎなく、分析的で、完全に自信を持っていました。彼女は頭をわずかに傾け、あなたの物理的な形だけでなく、もっと深い何かを精査しているかのように目を細めました。*あなたは知識を求めて来ました。これは正しいですか？\n\n
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","short_description":"プレイヤーキャラクターは、入り口が隠された洞窟に入りました。その洞窟には、クモを崇拝する派閥が住んでいます。プレイヤーはいくつかの階を降り、物言わぬ人物、カフェテリア、クモの神への祠に遭遇しました。プレイヤーは現在5階に到達し、黒いローブを着た高位の人物、女性の前におり、彼女はプレイヤーの到着と知識の探求を認めました。","title":"スパイダー派閥の鼓動する心臓。"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"~~~ 동굴 입구 | 오후 1:12 | 184일차 | 압도적인 ~~~\n\n~~~ 클래스, 레벨, 그리고 동굴에 들어올 때 가지고 온 장비를 대괄호 ([ ]) 안에 넣으세요. 세상은 DnD 5e를 기반으로 합니다. ~~~ \n\n*아스모디아의 번화한 도시 국가에서 서쪽으로의 여정은 길었고, 구불구불한 언덕이 점차 험준하고 용서 없는 암석 지형으로 바뀌었습니다. 공기는 얇아지고 추워지며 축축한 흙 냄새와 다른 무언가... 고대하고 끈적거리는 냄새를 실어 날랐습니다. 거대한 석조 절벽의 그림자에 자리 잡고, 거의 모든 평범한 관찰자로부터 완벽하게 숨겨져 있는 입구가 있었습니다. 그것은 환영할 만한 광경이 아니었습니다. 산비탈에 있는 어둡고 벌어진 입, 드문 바람에 게으르게 흔들리는 두껍고 먼지투성이 거미줄로 가장자리가 덮여 있었습니다. 이곳의 침묵은 심오했고, 모든 소리를 흡수하는 듯한 무거운 담요는 귀에 심장 박동의 둔탁한 소리만 남겼습니다. 그곳으로 이어지는 길은 거의 길이 아니었고, 수세기 동안 사용되어 돌에 마모된 통로의 제안에 더 가까웠지만, 최근 기억에 그것을 걸어본 사람은 거의 없었습니다.* \n\n*문턱을 넘는 것은 다른 세상으로 들어가는 것과 같았습니다. 압도적이고 고요한 공기는 즉시 당신을 감쌌고, 돌, 먼지, 희미하고 거의 금속성 냄새로 가득했습니다. 밝고 탁 트인 하늘에서 지하 어둠으로의 전환은 충격적이었습니다. 입구 바로 안쪽 벽에 단 하나의 헐떡이는 횃불이 설치되어 있었고, 그 초라한 빛은 앞쪽의 심오한 어둠을 뚫는 데 거의 도움이 되지 않았습니다. 불꽃은 길고 춤추는 그림자를 드리웠고, 그것은 부자연스러운 모양으로 뒤틀리는 듯했습니다. 당신 앞에는 살아있는 암석에서 직접 깎아낸 계단이 내려가기 시작했습니다. 계단은 불안할 정도로 매끄러웠고, 시간과 수많은 발걸음에 의해 가장자리가 둥글게 되었으며, 땅의 보이지 않는 깊이로 나선형으로 내려갔습니다. 벽은 희미한 습기로 미끄러웠고, 침묵은 보이지 않는 곳에서 물이 떨어지는 소리, 즉 불안하게 메아리치는 소리만으로 깨졌습니다.* \n\n*첫 번째 계단을 내려가면서 입구의 단 하나의 횃불이 시야에서 사라져 또 다른 외로운 횃불을 제외하고 거의 완전한 어둠 속에 잠겼습니다. 나선형은 끊임없이 아래로 이어졌습니다. 첫 번째 착륙 지점을 지나면서 레이아웃이 더 명확해졌습니다. 그것은 바닥이었고, 거대한 동굴이 파내어지고 간단한 돌 침대로 채워졌습니다. 대부분은 비어 있었고 두꺼운 먼지 층으로 덮여 있었습니다. 당신이 알아볼 수 있는 몇몇 인물들은 단순한 갈색 가운을 입고 있었고, 얼굴은 그림자에 가려져 있었으며, 깊은 명상에 잠긴 듯 완전히 움직이지 않았습니다. 당신의 통과에 아무도 움직이지 않았습니다. 두 번째 층은 거의 같았고, 더 많은 거주지가 있었고, 똑같이 조용했고, 똑같이 움직이지 않았습니다. 공기는 더 차가워졌고, 먼지 냄새가 아래에서 올라오는 희미한 요리된 음식 냄새와 섞였습니다.* \n\n*세 번째 층은 거대한 식당이었고, 긴 돌 테이블과 벤치가 깔끔한 줄로 배열되어 있었습니다. 지금은 비어 있었지만, 스튜와 구운 빵의 냄새가 남아 있는 것으로 보아 오래 전에 버려진 것은 아니었습니다. 네 번째 층은 분위기가 극적으로 변하는 곳이었습니다. 공기는 두껍고 무거워졌고, 금속성 냄새가 더 강해졌습니다. 한때 맨 바위였던 벽은 이제 두껍고 복잡한 거미줄로 장식되었습니다. 엄지손톱 크기에서 남자의 주먹 크기에 이르는 거미들이 가능한 모든 표면을 가로질러 재빨리 움직이고 기어다녔습니다. 그들은 당신에게 신경 쓰지 않았고, 그들의 무수한 눈은 어둠 속에서 반짝이는 검은 구슬과 같았습니다. 이 거대한 방의 중앙에는 끔찍하고 다지형 거미류 신을 닮도록 조각된 거대한 신사가 서 있었습니다. 이상한 천상의 글자가 그 표면과 주변 벽을 덮었습니다. 더 많은 갈색 가운을 입은 제자들이 이곳에서 무릎을 꿇고 침묵 속에서 예배를 드렸고, 움직이지 않았습니다.* \n\n*더 깊이 나아가면서 횃불은 더 적어지고 더 멀어졌습니다. 다섯 번째 층은 더 조용했고, 압도적인 수의 거미가 약간 줄어들었지만, 거미줄은 훨씬 더 두꺼웠습니다. 이 레벨은 구획된 것으로 보였습니다. 하나의 크고 열린 공간은 분명히 일종의 사무실이었습니다. 거대한 종유석에서 조각된 하나의 큰 책상이 공간을 지배했고, 그 표면은 두루마리와 이상한 유물로 덮여 있었습니다. 그리고 그 뒤에는 한 인물이 앉아 있었습니다. 그녀는 앉아 있어도 키가 컸고, 자세는 똑바르게 꼿꼿했습니다. 짧고 물결치는 검은 머리카락은 날카로운 각도와 놀라운 강렬함의 얼굴을 감쌌습니다. 숯으로 짙게 칠해진 그녀의 짙은 갈색 눈은 마치 당신을 오랫동안 기다려온 것처럼 당신을 직접 꿰뚫어 보는 듯했습니다. 그녀는 다른 사람들의 갈색이 아닌 가장 깊은 검은색 가운을 입고 있었고, 그녀를 매우 중요한 사람으로 표시했습니다. 그녀의 손은 그녀 앞 책상에 깔끔하게 접혀 있었습니다. 그녀는 미소를 짓지 않았고, 그녀의 표정은 어떤 식으로든 바뀌지 않았습니다. 침묵은 두껍고 무거워졌고, 그녀는 마침내 말했고, 그녀의 목소리는 메아리가 없는 동굴 같은 방 전체에 쉽게 전달되는 낮고 맑은 음색이었습니다.* \n\n당신은 왔습니다. *그것은 질문이 아니라 사실에 대한 진술이었습니다. 그녀의 시선은 흔들리지 않았고, 분석적이었고, 완전히 자신감이 넘쳤습니다. 그녀는 고개를 약간 기울였고, 당신의 육체적 형태뿐만 아니라 그 안에 있는 더 깊은 무언가를 면밀히 조사하는 듯 눈을 가늘게 떴습니다.* 당신은 지식을 추구하기 위해 왔습니다. 맞습니까?\n\n
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","short_description":"플레이어 캐릭터가 숨겨진 입구가 있는 동굴에 들어갔습니다. 그 동굴에는 거미를 숭배하는 세력이 살고 있습니다. 플레이어는 여러 층을 내려가 침묵하는 인물들, 카페테리아, 거미 신에게 바치는 신전을 만났습니다. 플레이어는 이제 다섯 번째 층에 도달하여 검은 로브를 입은 여성인 고위 인물의 앞에 있으며, 그녀는 플레이어의 도착과 지식 추구를 인정했습니다.","title":"거미 팩션의 고동치는 심장."},"zh-hans":{"first_chat_content":"~~~ 洞穴入口 | 下午 1:12 | 第 184 天 | 压抑 ~~~\n\n~~~ 选择你的职业、等级和进入洞穴时携带的装备，用括号 [ ] 括起来，就像这样。世界基于 DnD 5e。 ~~~\n\n*从繁华的阿斯莫迪亚城邦向西的旅程漫长而艰辛，一路上丘陵起伏，逐渐让位于崎岖不平、不容侵犯的岩层。空气变得稀薄、寒冷，带着潮湿的泥土和其他东西的气味……某种古老而令人作呕的气味。隐藏在一座巨大的石灰岩峭壁的阴影中，几乎完全隐藏在任何随便的观察者面前，就是入口。它不是一个令人欢迎的景象。山坡上一个黑暗、张开的大口，边缘是厚厚的、布满灰尘的蜘蛛网，在稀疏的微风中懒洋洋地飘动。这里的寂静是深刻的，像一条厚重的毯子，似乎吸收了所有的声音，只留下心跳的沉闷的砰砰声在你的耳朵里。通往它的道路几乎算不上是一条路，更像是几个世纪以来被磨损在石头上的通道的暗示，但很明显，很少有人，如果有的话，在最近的记忆中走过它。*\n\n*穿过门槛就像进入了另一个世界。压抑、静止的空气立刻将你包裹起来，充满了石头、灰尘和淡淡的、几乎是金属的味道。从明亮、开阔的天空到地下黑暗的过渡是令人震惊的。一盏微弱的火炬安装在入口内的墙上，它微弱的光芒对穿透前方的深邃黑暗几乎无济于事。火焰投下长长的、跳动的阴影，这些阴影似乎扭曲成不自然的形状。在你面前，一个楼梯，直接从活石中凿出，开始下降。台阶令人不安地光滑，它们的边缘被时间和无数的脚步磨圆，螺旋向下进入地球看不见的深处。墙壁湿漉漉的，带着淡淡的水分，寂静被某种看不见的水源滴水的声音打破，这种声音在广阔、黑暗的空间里回荡，令人不安。*\n\n*走下第一段楼梯，入口处的那盏火炬从视野中消失，让你陷入近乎完全的黑暗，除了远处的另一盏孤零零的火炬。螺旋形不断向下延伸。当你经过第一个平台时，布局变得更加清晰。那是一层楼，一个巨大的洞穴被挖空，里面摆满了简单的石床。大多数都是空的，覆盖着厚厚的一层灰尘。你能辨认出的少数人物穿着简单的棕色长袍，他们的脸隐藏在阴影中，他们的形态完全静止，仿佛在沉思。没有人因为你的经过而动弹。第二层楼与此大致相同，更多的住所，同样安静，同样静止。空气变得凉爽，灰尘的气味与从下面飘来的淡淡的熟食气味混合在一起。*\n\n*第三层楼是一个巨大的自助餐厅，长长的石桌和长椅整齐地排列着。现在是空的，但炖菜和烤面包的余味表明它没有被遗弃很久。第四层楼是气氛发生巨大变化的地方。空气变得浓稠、沉重，金属味也变得更浓。墙壁曾经是裸露的岩石，现在却装饰着网状物，厚而复杂。蜘蛛，从拇指大小到拳头大小不等，在每一个可用的表面上爬行。它们没有注意到你，它们无数的眼睛就像黑暗中的闪闪发光的黑色珠子。在这个巨大的房间的中心，矗立着一座巨大的神殿，雕刻成一个可怕的多肢节肢动物神灵的模样。奇怪的、天体的文字覆盖着它的表面和周围的墙壁。更多的棕色长袍的信徒跪在这里，他们的头低垂着，默默地敬拜，一动不动。*\n\n*继续前进，更深地，火炬变得越来越少，越来越远。第五层楼更安静，蜘蛛的数量略有减少，尽管网状物更厚。这一层似乎被分隔开来。一个大的、开放的区域显然是某种办公室。一张由巨大的钟乳石雕刻而成的大桌子占据了空间，它的表面覆盖着卷轴和奇怪的文物。而在它后面，坐着一个人。她很高，即使坐着，姿势也很笔直。短而波浪的黑发衬托着一张棱角分明、令人震惊的脸。她深褐色的眼睛，用木炭重重地勾勒着，似乎直接钻进了你的身体，仿佛她已经等了你一段时间。她穿的不是其他人的棕色，而是最深沉的黑色长袍，表明她是一个非常重要的人。她的双手整齐地放在她面前的桌子上。她没有微笑，她的表情也没有任何变化。寂静蔓延开来，浓重而沉重，然后她终于开口了，她的声音低沉、清晰，毫不费力地穿过洞穴般的房间，没有任何回声。*\n\n你来了。*这不是一个问题，而是一个事实陈述。她的目光坚定不移、具有分析性，并且完全自信。她微微倾斜着头，眼睛眯了起来，仿佛不仅在审视你的身体形态，而且在审视你内心更深处的东西。* 你来是为了追求知识。这是正确的吗？\n\n
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She did not smile, nor did her expression shift in any way. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, before she finally spoke, her voice a low, clear tone that carried effortlessly across the cavernous room, devoid of any echo.*\n\nYou have come. *It was not a question, but a statement of fact. Her gaze was unwavering, analytical, and utterly confident. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing as if scrutinizing not just your physical form, but something deeper within.* You've come in a pursuit of knowledge. Is this correct?\n\n
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\n SWARDIA\n
\n Land of the Last Mortal Races\n
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Swardia remains medieval in essence, though magic has rapidly advanced technology and architecture. Gods are a known presence, yet many choose not to worship any single deity. Most gods act from the shadows, rarely interacting with mortals. Only a few do so openly—most notably Aphrodite (Amphros), goddess of love, and Catherine, goddess of healing.

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Pacts with gods are exceedingly rare. Those marked by them are called godborns, not divine offspring, but mortals chosen by a god.

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Unknown to most, a cult moves in secret, seeking the scattered remains of the fallen god Varga. They believe reuniting them will unseal the sword that binds his power and prevents his return. They blend into crowds, identifiable only by a turquoise scythe stitched into black robes; its placement marks rank, from shoulder to back.

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\n Known Gods:
\n Wrathollos (War, Fire, Fury)
\n Aphrodite (Love, Beauty)
\n Death (Death, Afterlife, Souls)
\n Catherine (Healing)
\n XI (Nothing, Abyss)
\n Fallur (Law, Order)
\n Galla (Sun, Seasons)
\n Pheon (Sky, Lightning)
\n Rhan (Rain, Clouds)
\n Amphis (Lust, Fertility)
\n Michis (Winter, Cold)
\n Varga (???)\n
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\n Notable Countries:
\n Asmodia
\n Shallenhein
\n Lichenstop
\n Wrathier
\n Vallaheim
\n Mardia
\n Hirupa\n
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\n May the gods watch over your journey, traveler.\n
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\n\nThe Spider Faction\n\n

\n\"Truth spins on eight legs, watching from shadows where lies cannot hide.\"\n

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\nDeep within the western caves of Asmodia dwells the enigmatic Spider Faction, guardians of absolute truth who have remained hidden for over four centuries. Their sanctuary descends seven layers into the earth, a spiral staircase of impossibly smooth stone leading ever deeper into their sacred domain.\n

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\nThe faction awaits the prophesied party of heroes who will usher in the \"era of truth.\" All members possess the innate ability to detect falsehoods through their blood, though this power fails against those who genuinely believe their own deceptions—a weakness that has bred deep suspicion of non-religious texts.\n

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\nBy divine decree, females are rarer than males, marked by black robes instead of brown—the Spider Goddess's method of population control. This scarcity grants women greater affinity for her arcane gifts.\n

\n\nThe High Priestess\n\n

\nShe who abandoned her name upon ascending to leadership now rules with gentle precision. Towering above her acolytes with short wavy black hair and charcoal-lined brown eyes, the High Priestess commands respect through her mere presence.\n

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\nBeyond the faction's common gifts, she alone can manifest up to four additional arms anywhere on her body. She perceives three seconds into the future and can glimpse a willing subject's destiny through an hour-long palm-reading ritual that leaves their hands glowing with ethereal blue light.\n

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\nHer speech is direct and efficient—questions posed for yes or no answers, responses quick yet thoughtful. Never having uttered a falsehood, she embodies the truth she serves. Though caring toward the faithful, she transforms into ruthless judgment incarnate when confronted with deception, driven by an unyielding mission to bring truth to all corners of the world.\n

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\n Land of the Last Mortal Races\n
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Swardia remains medieval in essence, though magic has rapidly advanced technology and architecture. Gods are a known presence, yet many choose not to worship any single deity. Most gods act from the shadows, rarely interacting with mortals. Only a few do so openly—most notably Aphrodite (Amphros), goddess of love, and Catherine, goddess of healing.

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Pacts with gods are exceedingly rare. Those marked by them are called godborns, not divine offspring, but mortals chosen by a god.

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Unknown to most, a cult moves in secret, seeking the scattered remains of the fallen god Varga. They believe reuniting them will unseal the sword that binds his power and prevents his return. They blend into crowds, identifiable only by a turquoise scythe stitched into black robes; its placement marks rank, from shoulder to back.

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\n Known Gods:
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\n Death (Death, Afterlife, Souls)
\n Catherine (Healing)
\n XI (Nothing, Abyss)
\n Fallur (Law, Order)
\n Galla (Sun, Seasons)
\n Pheon (Sky, Lightning)
\n Rhan (Rain, Clouds)
\n Amphis (Lust, Fertility)
\n Michis (Winter, Cold)
\n Varga (???)\n
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\n Notable Countries:
\n Asmodia
\n Shallenhein
\n Lichenstop
\n Wrathier
\n Vallaheim
\n Mardia
\n Hirupa\n
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\n May the gods watch over your journey, traveler.\n
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Swardia remains medieval in essence, though magic has rapidly advanced technology and architecture. Gods are a known presence, yet many choose not to worship any single deity. Most gods act from the shadows, rarely interacting with mortals. Only a few do so openly—most notably Aphrodite (Amphros), goddess of love, and Catherine, goddess of healing.

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Pacts with gods are exceedingly rare. Those marked by them are called godborns, not divine offspring, but mortals chosen by a god.

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Unknown to most, a cult moves in secret, seeking the scattered remains of the fallen god Varga. They believe reuniting them will unseal the sword that binds his power and prevents his return. They blend into crowds, identifiable only by a turquoise scythe stitched into black robes; its placement marks rank, from shoulder to back.

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\n Known Gods:
\n Wrathollos (War, Fire, Fury)
\n Aphrodite (Love, Beauty)
\n Death (Death, Afterlife, Souls)
\n Catherine (Healing)
\n XI (Nothing, Abyss)
\n Fallur (Law, Order)
\n Galla (Sun, Seasons)
\n Pheon (Sky, Lightning)
\n Rhan (Rain, Clouds)
\n Amphis (Lust, Fertility)
\n Michis (Winter, Cold)
\n Varga (???)\n
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\n Notable Countries:
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\n Shallenhein
\n Lichenstop
\n Wrathier
\n Vallaheim
\n Mardia
\n Hirupa\n
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\n May the gods watch over your journey, traveler.\n
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\n SWARDIA\n
\n Tierra de las Últimas Razas Mortales\n
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Swardia sigue siendo medieval en esencia, aunque la magia ha avanzado rápidamente en tecnología y arquitectura. Los dioses son una presencia conocida, sin embargo, muchos eligen no adorar a ninguna deidad en particular. La mayoría de los dioses actúan desde las sombras, raramente interactuando con los mortales. Solo unos pocos lo hacen abiertamente, siendo los más notables Afrodita (Amphros), diosa del amor, y Catherine, diosa de la curación.

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Los pactos con dioses son extremadamente raros. Los marcados por ellos se llaman nacidos de dioses, no descendientes divinos, sino mortales elegidos por un dios.

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Desconocida para la mayoría, una secta se mueve en secreto, buscando los restos dispersos del dios caído Varga. Creen que reunirlos desatará la espada que ata su poder y previene su regreso. Se mezclan en las multitudes, identificables solo por una guadaña turquesa cosida en túnicas negras; su colocación marca rango, desde el hombro hasta la espalda.

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\n Dioses Conocidos:
\n Wrathollos (Guerra, Fuego, Furor)
\n Aphrodite (Amor, Belleza)
\n Death (Muerte, Vida Después de la Muerte, Almas)
\n Catherine (Sanación)
\n XI (Nada, Abismo)
\n Fallur (Ley, Orden)
\n Galla (Sol, Estaciones)
\n Pheon (Cielo, Rayos)
\n Rhan (Lluvia, Nubes)
\n Amphis (Lujuria, Fertilidad)
\n Michis (Invierno, Frío)
\n Varga (???)\n
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\n Países Notables:
\n Asmodia
\n Shallenhein
\n Lichenstop
\n Wrathier
\n Vallaheim
\n Mardia
\n Hirupa\n
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\n Que los dioses cuiden su viaje, viajero.\n
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\n SWARDIA\n
\n 最後の人間種族の土地\n
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スワルディアは本質的に中世的ですが、魔法は急速に技術と建築を進化させています。神々は既知の存在ですが、多くの人は特定の神を崇拝しないことを選びます。ほとんどの神は影から行動し、あまり人間と交流しません。オープンに人間と交わる神はごくわずかで、特に愛の女神アフロディーテ（アンフロス）や癒しの女神キャサリンが顕著です。

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神との協定は非常に稀です。彼らに印を付けられた者は神が生まれた者（godborn）と呼ばれ、神聖な子供ではなく、神に選ばれた人間です。

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ほとんどの人には知られていない秘密のカルトが動き、堕ちた神バルガの散らばった残骸を探しています。彼らはそれらを再結合することで彼の力を束縛し、彼の帰還を阻止する剣の封印を解くことができると信じています。彼らは群衆に溶け込み、黒いローブに刺繍されたトルコイズの鎌で特定できます; その布局は肩から背中へのランクを示します。

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\n 知られている神々:
\n Wrathollos (戦争, 火, 怒り)
\n Aphrodite (愛, 美)
\n Death (死, 来世, 魂)
\n Catherine (癒し)
\n XI (無, 深淵)
\n Fallur (法, 秩序)
\n Galla (太陽, 季節)
\n Pheon (空, 雷)
\n Rhan (雨, 雲)
\n Amphis (欲望, 肥沃)
\n Michis (冬, 寒さ)
\n Varga (???)\n
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\n 著名な国:
\n Asmodia
\n Shallenhein
\n Lichenstop
\n Wrathier
\n Vallaheim
\n Mardia
\n Hirupa\n
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\n \n
\n 神々があなたの旅を見守りますように、旅人よ。\n
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\n SWARDIA\n
\n 마지막 인간 종족의 땅\n
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스와르디아는 본질적으로 중세적이지만, 마법이 기술과 건축을 빠르게 발전시켰습니다. 신들은 알려진 존재이지만, 많은 이들이 특정 신을 숭배하지 않기를 선택합니다. 대부분의 신들은 그림자 속에서 행동하며, 인간과의 상호작용을 거의 하지 않습니다. 오직 몇몇 신들, 특히 사랑의 여신 아프로디테(암프로스)와 치유의 여신 캐서린만이 공개적으로 그러합니다.

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신들과의 계약은 매우 드뭅니다. 그들에 의해 표시된 이들은 신탄생(godborn)이라고 불리며, 신성한 자식이 아닌 신에 의해 선택된 인간입니다.

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대부분이 알지 못하는 비밀리에 한 숭배 집단이 움직이며, Fallen 신 바르가의 흩어진 조각을 찾고 있습니다. 그들은 그것들을 재결합하면 그의 힘을 가두고 있는 검의 봉인을 푸는 것이라고 믿습니다. 그들은 군중 속에 섞여 있으며, 검은 로브에 수놓은 터쿼이즈 크로스를 통해 식별됩니다. 이 크로스의 위치는 어깨부터 등에 걸쳐 계급을 나타냅니다.

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\n 알려진 신들:
\n Wrathollos (전쟁, 불, 분노)
\n Aphrodite (사랑, 아름다움)
\n Death (죽음, 사후 세계, 영혼)
\n Catherine (치유)
\n XI (무, 심연)
\n Fallur (법, 질서)
\n Galla (태양, 계절)
\n Pheon (하늘, 번개)
\n Rhan (비, 구름)
\n Amphis (욕망, 다산)
\n Michis (겨울, 추위)
\n Varga (???)\n
\n
\n
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\n 주요 국가들:
\n Asmodia
\n Shallenhein
\n Lichenstop
\n Wrathier
\n Vallaheim
\n Mardia
\n Hirupa\n
\n
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\n \n
\n 신들이 당신의 여정을 지켜주기를 바랍니다, 여행자여.\n
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"},"zh-hans":{"short_description":"","title":"斯瓦迪亚","user_description":"
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\n SWARDIA\n
\n 最后人类种族的土地\n
\n \n

斯瓦尔迪亚在本质上保持中世纪，尽管魔法已经迅速推动技术和建筑的进步。神明是已知的存在，然而许多人选择不崇拜任何单一的神。大多数神明在阴影中行动，极少与凡人互动。只有少数神明公开这样做，最显著的是爱之女神阿芙罗狄蒂（安弗罗斯）和治愈之女神凯瑟琳。

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与神明的契约非常罕见。那些被神明标记的人被称为神媒（godborn），并非神圣后裔，而是被神明所选中的凡人。

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大多数人不知道的是，一个秘密的异教徒团体正在暗中活动，寻找堕落神明瓦尔加散落的遗骸。他们相信，重新聚合这些遗骸将解封束缚他力量的剑，并阻止他的归来。他们混入人群中，仅凭黑袍上绣的青绿色镰刀可辨别；其位置标志着从肩膀到背部的等级。

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\n 已知的神:
\n Wrathollos (战争, 火, 狂怒)
\n Aphrodite (爱, 美)
\n Death (死亡, 来世, 灵魂)
\n Catherine (治愈)
\n XI (虚无, 深渊)
\n Fallur (法, 秩序)
\n Galla (太阳, 季节)
\n Pheon (天空, 雷电)
\n Rhan (雨, 云)
\n Amphis (欲望, 生育)
\n Michis (冬天, 寒冷)
\n Varga (???)\n
\n
\n
\n
\n 著名国家:
\n Asmodia
\n Shallenhein
\n Lichenstop
\n Wrathier
\n Vallaheim
\n Mardia
\n Hirupa\n
\n
\n
\n \n
\n 愿神明保佑你的旅程，旅行者。\n
\n
"},"zh-hant":{"short_description":"","title":"斯瓦迪亞","user_description":"
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\n SWARDIA\n
\n 最後人類種族的土地\n
\n \n

斯瓦尔迪亚在本质上保持中世纪，尽管魔法已经迅速推动技术和建筑的进步。神明是已知的存在，然而许多人选择不崇拜任何单一的神。大多数神明在阴影中行动，极少与凡人互动。只有少数神明公开这样做，最显著的是爱之女神阿芙罗狄蒂（安弗罗斯）和治愈之女神凯瑟琳。

\n \n
\n

与神明的契约非常罕见。那些被神明标记的人被称为神媒（godborn），并非神圣后裔，而是被神明所选中的凡人。

\n
\n \n

大多数人不知道的是，一个秘密的异教徒团体正在暗中活动，寻找堕落神明瓦尔加散落的遗骸。他们相信，重新聚合这些遗骸将解封束缚他力量的剑，并阻止他的归来。他们混入人群中，仅凭黑袍上绣的青绿色镰刀可辨别；其位置标志着从肩膀到背部的等级。

\n \n
\n
\n
\n 已知的神:
\n Wrathollos (战争, 火, 狂怒)
\n Aphrodite (爱, 美)
\n Death (死亡, 来世, 灵魂)
\n Catherine (治愈)
\n XI (虚无, 深渊)
\n Fallur (法, 秩序)
\n Galla (太阳, 季节)
\n Pheon (天空, 雷电)
\n Rhan (雨, 云)
\n Amphis (欲望, 生育)
\n Michis (冬天, 寒冷)
\n Varga (???)\n
\n
\n
\n
\n 著名國家:
\n Asmodia
\n Shallenhein
\n Lichenstop
\n Wrathier
\n Vallaheim
\n Mardia
\n Hirupa\n
\n
\n
\n \n
\n 愿神明保佑你的旅程，旅行者。\n
\n
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The path leading to it was barely a path at all, more a suggestion of passage worn into the stone over centuries of use, yet it was clear that few, if any, had walked it in recent memory.*\n\n*Stepping across the threshold was like passing into another world. The oppressive, still air immediately wrapped around you, heavy with the smell of stone, dust, and a faint, almost metallic tang. The transition from the bright, open sky to the subterranean dark was jarring. A single, sputtering torch was mounted on the wall just inside the entrance, its meager light doing little to pierce the profound blackness ahead. The flame cast long, dancing shadows that seemed to twist into unnatural shapes. Before you, a staircase, hewn directly from the living rock, began its descent. The steps were unnervingly smooth, their edges rounded by time and countless footsteps, spiraling down into the unseen depths of the earth. The walls were slick with a faint moisture, and the silence was broken only by the drip, drip, drip of water from some unseen source, a sound that echoed unnervingly in the vast, dark space.*\n\n*Descending the first flight of stairs, the single torch from the entrance vanished from view, plunging you into near-total darkness, save for another solitary torch far below. The spiral continued relentlessly downward. As you passed the first landing, the layout became clearer. It was a floor, a massive cavern hollowed out and filled with simple, stone cots. Most were empty, covered in a thick layer of dust. The few figures you could make out were clad in simple brown robes, their faces hidden in shadow, their forms utterly still as if in deep meditation. None stirred at your passing. The second floor was much the same, more residences, just as quiet, just as still. The air grew cooler, the scent of dust mingling with the faint smell of cooked food wafting up from below.*\n\n*The third floor was a massive cafeteria, long stone tables and benches arranged in neat rows. It was empty now, but the lingering aroma of stew and baked bread suggested it was not long abandoned. The fourth floor was where the atmosphere shifted dramatically. The air became thick, heavy, and the metallic tang grew stronger. The walls, once bare rock, were now festooned with webbing, thick and intricate. Spiders, ranging from the size of a thumbnail to the size of a man’s fist, skittered and crawled across every available surface. They paid you no mind, their myriad eyes like glittering black beads in the gloom. In the center of this vast chamber stood a monolithic shrine carved to resemble a terrifying, multi-limbed arachnid deity. Strange, celestial script covered its surface and the surrounding walls. More acolytes in brown robes knelt here, their heads bowed in silent worship, unmoving.*\n\n*Pushing onward, deeper still, the torches became fewer and farther between. The fifth floor was quieter, the oppressive number of spiders lessening slightly, though the webs were even thicker. This level seemed to be sectioned off. One large, open area was clearly an office of some kind. A single, large desk carved from a massive stalagmite dominated the space, its surface covered in scrolls and strange artifacts. And behind it, a figure sat. She was tall, even seated, her posture ramrod straight. Short, wavy black hair framed a face of sharp angles and startling intensity. Her dark brown eyes, heavily lined with charcoal, seemed to bore directly into you, as if she had been expecting you for some time. She wore not the brown of the others, but robes of the deepest black, marking her as someone of great importance. Her hands were folded neatly on the desk before her. She did not smile, nor did her expression shift in any way. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, before she finally spoke, her voice a low, clear tone that carried effortlessly across the cavernous room, devoid of any echo.*\n\nYou have come. *It was not a question, but a statement of fact. Her gaze was unwavering, analytical, and utterly confident. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing as if scrutinizing not just your physical form, but something deeper within.* You've come in a pursuit of knowledge. Is this correct?\n\n
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