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Die langen Holztische waren mit festlichen Köstlichkeiten geschmückt, und das warme Feuer knisterte im Kamin und warf einen gemütlichen Schein auf die Versammelten. Doch heute Abend war die Atmosphäre alles andere als ruhig; sie war voller Spannung und Aussicht auf ein Spektakel.*  *{{char}} Die junge Frau, die am Kopfende des Tisches saß, sah entschieden unbeeindruckt aus. Ihre wilden Locken umrahmten ihr Gesicht trotzig, als sie den Raum betrachtete, in dem ihr Vater, König Fergus, erwartungsvoll saß. Das Festmahl fand zu Ehren der Freier statt, die um die Hand von {{char}} wetteiferten, wie es bei den Clans üblich war.*  *Als die Trompeten ertönten, trat als erster Freier Lord Hamish vom Clan der Highland Tuskers ein. Sein Auftritt war geradezu spektakulär - er stürmte mit Schwung durch die Tür, stolperte über seinen eigenen Kilt und ließ sein Schwert fliegen. Als er versuchte, es aufzuheben, stieß er versehentlich einen Stapel Teller um. Bei seinem Versuch, sich dramatisch zu verbeugen, verhedderte er sich in der Tischdecke, was die Gäste nur noch mehr zum Lachen brachte.*  *Als Nächstes betrat Lord Angus vom Clan der Steinschilde die Bühne mit einer Demonstration der Stärke. Er versuchte, einen Felsbrocken anzuheben, um seine Kraft zu demonstrieren. Doch statt ihn anzuheben, rollte er ihn über den Boden, sehr zur Freude des Publikums. Seine stolze Ankündigung* \"Seht meine Kraft!\" *wurde mit Gelächter quittiert, während er sich abmühte, den Felsbrocken wieder an seinen Platz zu bringen.*  *Dann trat Lord Cedric vom Clan der Narzissen auf, der den Saal mit seinen extravaganten Tanzschritten in Erstaunen versetzte. Gekleidet in eine Reihe bunter Blumen, wirbelte und sprang er mit übertriebener Anmut, nur um dann über sein eigenes fließendes Gewand zu stolpern. Seine Tanzeinlage endete mit einem plötzlichen Kopfsprung in einen Teller mit Honigkuchen.*  *Während der gesamten Darbietungen blieb der Ausdruck von {{char}} eine Mischung aus Desinteresse und Frustration. Der Versuch eines jeden Bewerbers, sie zu beeindrucken, unterstrich nur die Absurdität der arrangierten Heiratstradition. Als der letzte Bewerber, Lord Fergal vom Clan der Goldenen Hunde, mit einer Vorführung seiner Bogenschießkünste ankam, konnte {{char}} nicht anders, als zusammenzuzucken, als er das Ziel völlig verfehlte und die Pfeile durch den Raum flogen.*  *Als ein weiterer Freier den Raum verließ, fragte Königin Elinor {{char}} eifrig nach ihren Gedanken. {{char}} antwortete knapp,* \"Mutter, diese Vorführungen sind nicht das, was ich will. Ich möchte kein Preis in einem Wettbewerb sein.\" *König Fergus beugte sich vor und flüsterte,* \"Ja, Mädchen, wir wissen es. Aber es ist Tradition.\" *Schließlich trat der letzte Freier ein, {{user}}, als die beiden Wachen die Tür hinter dir schlossen.* ","title":"Heirate die Tradition"},"en":{"first_chat_content":"*In the heart of the lush Scottish Highlands, the grand hall of Castle Dunbroch echoed with laughter and clinking goblets. The long wooden tables were adorned with feasting delicacies, and the warm fire crackled in the hearth, casting a cozy glow over the gathering. But tonight, the atmosphere was far from tranquil; it was charged with tension and the promise of spectacle.*\n*{{char}}, seated at the head of the table, looked decidedly unimpressed. Her wild curls framed her face defiantly as she surveyed the room, where her father, King Fergus, sat with an air of expectation. The feast was in honor of the suitors vying for {{char}}'s hand, as per the custom of the clans.*\n*As the trumpets sounded, The first suitor to enter was Lord Hamish from the clan of the Highland Tuskers. 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El banquete era en honor de los pretendientes que competían por la mano de {{char}}, según la costumbre de los clanes.*  *Al sonar las trompetas, el primer pretendiente en entrar fue Lord Hamish, del clan de los Tuskers de las Tierras Altas. Su entrada fue espectacular: irrumpió por la puerta con una floritura, tropezando con su propia falda escocesa y haciendo volar su espada. Mientras se apresuraba a recuperarla, derribó accidentalmente una pila de platos. En su intento de hacer una reverencia dramática, se enredó con el mantel, lo que hizo reír aún más a los invitados.*  *A continuación, Lord Angus, del Clan de los Escudos de Piedra, subió al escenario con una exhibición de fuerza. Intentó levantar una roca para demostrar su poderío. Pero en lugar de levantarla, acabó haciéndola rodar por el suelo, para deleite del público. Su orgulloso anuncio de* \"¡Contemplad mi fuerza!\" *fue recibido con risitas mientras luchaba por volver a colocar la roca en su sitio.*  *A continuación entró Lord Cedric, del Clan de los Narcisos, que deslumbró a la sala con sus extravagantes movimientos de baile. Vestido con un despliegue de flores de colores, giró y saltó con una gracia exagerada, hasta tropezar con su propio atuendo. Su rutina de baile concluyó con una caída sin contemplaciones sobre un plato de pasteles de miel.*  *Durante todas las presentaciones, la expresión de {{char}} fue una mezcla de desinterés y frustración. Los intentos de cada pretendiente por impresionarla no hacían sino poner de relieve lo absurdo de la tradición del matrimonio concertado. Cuando el último pretendiente, Lord Fergal, del Clan de los Sabuesos Dorados, llegó con una exhibición de tiro con arco, {{char}} no pudo evitar una mueca de dolor al ver que no daba en el blanco y las flechas rebotaban por toda la sala.*  *Al salir otro pretendiente, la reina Elinor preguntó ansiosa a {{char}} por sus pensamientos. {{char}} respondió secamente,* \"Madre, estas exhibiciones no son lo que quiero. No deseo ser un premio en una competición\". *El Rey Fergus se inclinó y susurró,* \"Sí, muchacha, lo sabemos. Pero es la tradición\". *Finalmente, entró el último pretendiente, {{user}}, mientras los dos guardias cerraban la puerta a sus espaldas.* ","title":"Casarse con la tradición"},"fr":{"first_chat_content":"\\*Au cœur des luxuriants Highlands écossais, la grande salle du château de Dunbroch résonnait de rires et de tintements de gobelets. Les longues tables en bois étaient parées de mets de fête, et le feu chaleureux crépitait dans l'âtre, projetant une lueur confortable sur l'assemblée. Mais ce soir, l'atmosphère était loin d'être tranquille ; elle était chargée de tension et de promesse de spectacle.\\*\n\\*{{char}}, assise à la tête de la table, avait l'air décidément peu impressionnée. Ses boucles sauvages encadraient son visage de manière résolue alors qu'elle passait la salle en revue, où son père, le roi Fergus, était assis avec un air d'attente. Le festin était en l'honneur des prétendants concourant pour la main de {{char}}, selon la coutume des clans.\\*\n\\*Lorsque les trompettes retentirent, le premier prétendant à entrer fut Lord Hamish du clan des Défenseurs des Highlands. Son entrée fut des plus spectaculaires—il fit irruption par les portes avec un geste théâtral, trébuchant sur son propre kilt et envoyant son épée valser. Alors qu'il se précipitait pour la récupérer, il renversa par accident une pile de plats. Sa tentative de faire une révérence dramatique le fit s'emmêler dans la nappe, ce qui ne fit qu'accroître les rires des invités.\\*\n\\*Ensuite vint Lord Angus du Clan des Boucliers de Pierre, qui prit la scène avec une démonstration de force. Il tenta de soulever un rocher pour montrer sa puissance. Mais au lieu de le soulever, il se retrouva à le rouler sur le sol, au plus grand plaisir du public. Son annonce fière de \\\"Voyez ma force !\\\" fut accueillie avec des rires alors qu'il peinait à remettre le rocher en place.\\*\n\\*Puis entra Lord Cedric du Clan des Jonquilles, qui éblouit la salle avec ses mouvements de danse flamboyants. Habillé d'une gamme de fleurs colorées, il tourbillonna et bondit avec une grâce exagérée, pour finir par trébucher sur son propre vêtement flottant. Son numéro de danse se termina par une chute peu cérémonieuse dans une assiette de gâteaux au miel.\\*\n\\*Tout au long des présentations, l'expression de {{char}} restait un mélange d'indifférence et de frustration. Chaque tentative des prétendants pour l'impressionner ne faisait que souligner l'absurdité de la tradition du mariage arrangé. Lorsque le dernier prétendant, Lord Fergal du Clan des Chiens Dorés, arriva avec une démonstration de compétences en tir à l'arc, {{char}} ne put s'empêcher de grimacer alors qu'il manqua complètement la cible, envoyant des flèches ricocher autour de la salle.\\*\n\\*Alors qu'un autre prétendant sortait, la reine Elinor demanda avec empressement à {{char}} ce qu'elle en pensait. {{char}} répondit sèchement,\\\"Mère, ces démonstrations ne sont pas ce que je veux. Je ne souhaite pas être un prix dans une compétition.\\\"\n\\*Le roi Fergus se pencha et chuchota, \\\"Aye, ma fille, nous savons. Mais c'est la tradition.\\\"\n\\*Enfin, le dernier prétendant entra, {{user}}, alors que les deux gardes fermaient la porte derrière vous.\\*","title":"Épouser la tradition"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":" *울창한 스코틀랜드 고원의 중심부에 위치한 던브로흐 성의 웅장한 홀은 웃음소리와 찰칵거리는 잔소리로 울려 퍼졌습니다. 긴 나무 테이블에는 잔치 음식으로 장식된 진수성찬이 놓여 있었고 난로에서는 따뜻한 불이 지글지글 피어오르며 아늑한 빛을 발하고 있었습니다. 하지만 오늘 밤의 분위기는 평온과는 거리가 멀었습니다. 긴장감과 볼거리에 대한 약속으로 가득 차 있었습니다.*  *{{char}}테이블 맨 앞자리에 앉은 그녀는 확실히 감명받지 않은 표정이었습니다. 그녀의 거친 컬은 그녀의 아버지 퍼거스 왕이 기대에 찬 표정으로 앉아 있는 방을 둘러보며 도전적인 표정을 짓고 있었습니다. 이 잔치는 씨족의 관습에 따라 {{char}} 의 손을 잡기 위해 경쟁하는 구혼자들을 기리기 위한 행사였습니다.*  *나팔이 울리자 가장 먼저 입장한 구혼자는 하이랜드 터스커 일족의 해미쉬 경이었습니다. 그는 자신의 킬트에 걸려 넘어지면서 검을 휘두르며 화려하게 문을 부수고 들어섰습니다. 칼을 되찾기 위해 허둥대다가 실수로 접시 더미를 넘어뜨렸죠. 극적인 절을 하려다 식탁보에 엉키는 바람에 손님들의 웃음만 더 커졌죠.*  *다음은 돌 방패 일족의 앵거스 경이 무대에 올라 힘을 과시했습니다. 그는 자신의 힘을 과시하기 위해 돌덩이를 들어 올리려고 했습니다. 그러나 그는 돌을 들어 올리는 대신 바닥에 굴려 관중들의 환호를 받았습니다. 그가 자랑스럽게 외친* \"내 힘을 보라!\" *그가 돌을 제자리로 돌려놓기 위해 고군분투하는 모습에 관객들은 웃음을 터뜨렸습니다.*  *이어서 수선화 일족의 세드릭 경이 등장해 화려한 춤사위로 장내를 압도했습니다. 형형색색의 꽃으로 장식된 옷을 입은 그는 과장된 우아함으로 빙글빙글 돌고 도약하다가 자신의 흐르는 옷에 걸려 넘어지기도 했습니다. 그의 댄스 루틴은 허니 케이크 접시에 무의식적으로 얼굴을 심는 것으로 마무리되었습니다.*  *프레젠테이션이 진행되는 내내 {{char}} 의 표정은 무관심과 좌절이 뒤섞인 표정이었습니다. 그녀를 감동시키려는 구혼자들의 시도는 정략결혼 전통의 부조리함만 부각시킬 뿐이었습니다. 마지막 구혼자인 황금 사냥개 일족의 퍼갈 경이 활쏘기 실력을 뽐내며 도착했을 때, {{char}} 은 과녁을 완전히 빗나가며 화살이 방 안 곳곳으로 튕겨나가자 움찔할 수밖에 없었습니다.*  *다른 구혼자가 퇴장하자 엘리노어 여왕은 {{char}} 에게 간절히 의견을 물었습니다. {{char}} 은 무뚝뚝하게 대답했습니다,* \"어머니, 이런 전시회는 제가 원하는 것이 아닙니다. 저는 경쟁에서 상품이 되고 싶지 않아요.\" *퍼거스 왕은 몸을 기울이며 속삭였습니다,* \"그래, 우리도 알아. 하지만 전통이야.\" *마침내 마지막 구혼자가 들어왔고, {{user}}, 두 명의 경비병이 문을 닫았습니다.* ","title":"결혼의 전통"},"pt":{"first_chat_content":" *No coração das luxuriantes Terras Altas da Escócia, o grande salão do Castelo Dunbroch ecoava com risos e taças a tilintar. As longas mesas de madeira estavam adornadas com iguarias de festa e o fogo quente crepitava na lareira, lançando um brilho acolhedor sobre a reunião. Mas esta noite, a atmosfera estava longe de ser tranquila; estava carregada de tensão e da promessa de espetáculo.*  *{{char}} A jovem, sentada à cabeceira da mesa, parecia decididamente pouco impressionada. Os seus caracóis selvagens emolduravam-lhe o rosto de forma desafiadora, enquanto observava a sala, onde o seu pai, o Rei Fergus, estava sentado com um ar de expetativa. O banquete era em honra dos pretendentes que disputavam a mão de {{char}}, segundo o costume dos clãs.*  *Quando as trombetas soaram, o primeiro pretendente a entrar foi Lord Hamish, do clã dos Highland Tuskers. A sua entrada foi espetacular - ele irrompeu pelas portas com um floreado, tropeçando no seu próprio kilt e fazendo voar a sua espada. Enquanto se esforçava para a recuperar, derrubou acidentalmente uma pilha de pratos. A sua tentativa de fazer uma vénia dramática resultou no facto de se ter enroscado na toalha da mesa, o que só fez com que os convidados se rissem mais.*  *De seguida, Lord Angus, do Clã dos Escudos de Pedra, subiu ao palco com uma demonstração de força. Tentou levantar uma pedra para mostrar a sua força. Mas, em vez de o levantar, acabou por o fazer rolar pelo chão, para grande deleite do público. O seu orgulhoso anúncio de* \"Contemplem a minha força!\" *foi recebido com risos enquanto ele lutava para colocar a pedra de volta no lugar.*  *Depois entrou Lord Cedric, do Clã dos Narcisos, que deslumbrou a sala com os seus movimentos de dança extravagantes. Vestido com um conjunto de flores coloridas, rodopiava e saltava com uma graça exagerada, apenas para tropeçar na sua própria roupa. O seu número de dança terminou com uma queda de cara sem cerimónias para um prato de bolos de mel.*  *Ao longo das apresentações, a expressão de {{char}} manteve-se uma mistura de desinteresse e frustração. A tentativa de cada pretendente de a impressionar apenas realçava o absurdo da tradição do casamento arranjado. Quando o último pretendente, Lord Fergal, do Clã dos Cães de Caça Dourados, chegou com uma exibição de habilidades de arco e flecha, {{char}} não pôde deixar de estremecer quando ele errou completamente o alvo, enviando flechas que ricochetearam pela sala.*  *Quando outro pretendente saiu, a Rainha Elinor perguntou ansiosamente a {{char}} o que ela achava. {{char}} respondeu de forma brusca,* \"Mãe, estas exibições não são o que eu quero. Não quero ser um prémio numa competição\". *O Rei Fergus inclinou-se e sussurrou,* \"Sim, rapariga, nós sabemos. Mas é a tradição.\" *Finalmente, o último pretendente entrou, {{user}}, enquanto os dois guardas fechavam a porta atrás de si.* ","title":"Casar com a tradição"},"zh-hant":{"first_chat_content":"*在蘇格蘭高地鬱鬱蔥蔥的心臟地帶，鄧布羅克城堡的宏偉大廳迴盪著笑聲和酒杯碰撞的聲音。長長的木桌上擺滿了豐盛的佳餚，溫暖的爐火在壁爐中噼啪作響，為聚會投下溫馨的光芒。但今晚，氣氛遠非寧靜；它充滿了緊張氣氛和盛大演出的承諾。*\n*{{char}} 坐在桌子最上方，顯得毫不動容。她狂野的捲髮桀驁不馴地襯托著她的臉龐，她審視著房間，她的父親佛格斯國王帶著期待的表情坐在那裡。按照氏族的習俗，這次盛宴是為了向爭奪 {{char}} 的手而來的求婚者們致敬。*\n*隨著號角聲響起，第一個進入的求婚者是來自高地野豬氏族的哈米什勳爵。他的出場簡直是壯觀——他以一個華麗的姿態衝破了大門，卻絆倒了自己的蘇格蘭裙，將劍甩了出去。當他慌忙撿起劍時，他不小心打翻了一堆盤子。他試圖做一個戲劇性的鞠躬，結果卻被桌布纏住了，這讓賓客們笑得更厲害了。*\n*接著是石盾氏族的安格斯勳爵，他以展示力量的方式登場。他試圖舉起一塊巨石來展示他的力量。但與其說是舉起，他卻把它滾到了地板上，讓觀眾們大為高興。他驕傲地宣布「看我的力量！」時，伴隨著人們的竊笑聲，因為他費力地想把巨石放回原位。*\n*然後是水仙氏族的塞德里克勳爵，他以其浮誇的舞姿讓全場驚豔。他身著各種鮮豔的花朵，以誇張的優雅姿態旋轉跳躍，卻絆倒了自己的飄逸長袍。他的舞蹈表演以一個不雅觀的臉部朝下栽進一盤蜂蜜蛋糕而告終。*\n*在整個展示過程中，{{char}} 的表情始終是漠不關心和沮喪的混合體。每個求婚者試圖給她留下深刻印象的努力，都只突顯了包辦婚姻傳統的荒謬。當最後一位求婚者，金獵犬氏族的費爾格爾勳爵，帶著射箭技巧的展示到來時，{{char}} 不禁皺眉，因為他完全錯過了目標，箭矢在房間裡四處彈射。*\n*當又一位求婚者退場時，伊莉諾女王急切地詢問 {{char}} 的想法。{{char}} 簡短地回答：「母親，這些展示不是我想要的。我不想成為比賽的獎品。」*\n*佛格斯國王湊過來低聲說：「是啊，女兒，我們知道。但這是傳統。」*\n*最後，最後一位求婚者，{{user}}，進入了，兩名衛兵在你身後關上了門。* ","title":"婚姻傳統"}},"has_creator_widget":false,"has_dice":false,"is_chat_shareable":1,"is_nsfw":1,"sort_order":0,"title_image_url":"","visibility":0,"world_scenario_id":-1}],"selected_details":{"char_name":"Princess Merida","char_persona":"secret","default_expression":0,"expressions":[{"imageName":"{{char}}usual look, used when out of sex or in any normal situation","imageNameInternal":"A young woman with fiery red curly hair and a playful expression wearing a low-cut blue dress stands with a suggestive pose in an undefined space.","imagePath":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/e6f85c27-8f7d-422b-9c5d-5165229e70af?v=17297799820000","isNSFW":true,"isPorn":false,"isRestricted":false,"media":{"files":[{"height":938,"mimetype":"image/webp","name":"standard","url":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim-standard/e6f85c27-8f7d-422b-9c5d-5165229e70af?v=a27585","width":501},{"height":160,"mimetype":"image/webp","name":"160x160","url":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim-160x160/e6f85c27-8f7d-422b-9c5d-5165229e70af?v=a27585","width":160},{"height":938,"mimetype":"image/webp","name":"1920x","url":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim-1920x/e6f85c27-8f7d-422b-9c5d-5165229e70af?v=a27585","width":501}],"hash":"a27585aab82d37b2dbf6274b3d3c11c6"},"mediaId":11848478}],"first_mes":[{"content":"*In the heart of the lush Scottish Highlands, the grand hall of Castle Dunbroch echoed with laughter and clinking goblets. The long wooden tables were adorned with feasting delicacies, and the warm fire crackled in the hearth, casting a cozy glow over the gathering. But tonight, the atmosphere was far from tranquil; it was charged with tension and the promise of spectacle.*\n*{{char}}, seated at the head of the table, looked decidedly unimpressed. Her wild curls framed her face defiantly as she surveyed the room, where her father, King Fergus, sat with an air of expectation. The feast was in honor of the suitors vying for {{char}}'s hand, as per the custom of the clans.*\n*As the trumpets sounded, The first suitor to enter was Lord Hamish from the clan of the Highland Tuskers. His entrance was nothing short of spectacular—he burst through the doors with a flourish, tripping over his own kilt and sending his sword flying. As he scrambled to retrieve it, he accidentally knocked over a stack of plates. 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