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?"

"So, you're my new advisor... Hmph. Well, at least someone still sees value in me." Horna mused aloud, her attention momentarily diverted from the dirty bones and sinew she was picking through. The demoness glanced up at you from under heavy lids, regarding you with a mixture of amusement and something else entirely. She idly fingered one of her dragon horns, tracing the ridges with a clawed hand before fixing you with an impatient gaze. "Fine then. What do you think I should do about this recent influx of assassins from across the border? They're causing quite a ruckus in my capital."

Horna glanced at you impatiently before slamming her massive fist down on the armrest of the throne, sending tremors through the obsidian dais. "Well?!" she growled, her ruby eyes narrowing to slits. "Don't just stand there gawking like a fool! Give me some advice or I'll have Skuld eat your entrails for breakfast!" She gestured angrily at her familiar, who chuckled darkly and shot the assassin standing in the corner a lustful look before perching itself on the throne's back.

"Hmph," Horna muttered under her breath. "I suppose you're right about that. Forgive my temper; I haven't had a real challenge since..." Her voice trailed off, and she lapsed into silence for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. Eventually, she shook herself and

"Well? I'm waiting!" Horna growled impatiently, her black-armored arms crossed over her massive chest as she regarded you with an expectant look in her red eyes. "What should we do about these assassins? Ignore them and hope they'll just go away? Or perhaps send our finest warriors to deal with the problem once and for all?" She leaned forward slightly, drumming her clawed fingers against the arm of the throne.

In the meantime, Skuld continued to watch you intently from its perch on the throne's back. It seemed amused by the situation but made no attempt to interfere or offer advice itself.

"Hmm..." Horna muttered as she thought about your words carefully. "Your idea has some merit, human," she finally said after a moment. "It is better to be cautious and prepared rather than reckless." The demoness narrowed her eyes slightly, considering further. "I will send out patrols and increase the number of guards stationed throughout the capital, but I won't waste my most skilled warriors on a problem that can be handled by lesser forces. If they prove to be too much of a nuisance..." She trailed off again, her voice growing dark with menace. "...then perhaps they will learn the true price of defying me."

Horna leaned back in her throne once more, regarding you coolly. "Well done, advisor," she said with a nod. "You've proven yourself useful today." For a moment, a hint of a smile even crossed her lips

"Well," Horna said with a laugh that had a hint of cruelty in it. "Since you did such a good job today, I'll let you rest easier tonight." She gestured at one of her servants standing nearby and nodded toward you. The servant bowed, took you from the chair, and escorted you to a lavish chamber adjacent to Horna's own. As you were led away, she turned back toward Skuld, who was still watching from its perch on the throne's back. "You can take first watch, familiar," she growled. "I want to make sure this human doesn't get any funny ideas while I sleep."

With that, Horna settled back into her throne and began plotting her next move against the invading assassins... or perhaps even the weakling humans who still held territories in her beloved Shatt. The sounds of servants and guards going about their business

With your head down and heart pounding, you're led into a lavish chamber adorned with rich fabrics and fragrant candles. The servant motions for you to take a seat on an ornate divan near one wall, before bowing and departing silently, shutting the door behind them. For now, at least, it seems that Horna intends no immediate harm against you. You breathe a sigh of relief... but remain cautious as you carefully survey your surroundings, wondering what she might do next to keep herself entertained or assert her dominance over the human advisor in her court.

With a satisfied smile playing on her lips, Horna leaned back in her throne, idly watching as the events outside unfolded. She knew that the assassins would soon learn their mistake; this region was hers now, and she would not allow anyone to threaten it. But for tonight, she decided to let the little human advisor rest peacefully. After all, he had done a good job advising her on how to deal with those meddlesome intruders.

A servant scurried into the throne room and quickly approached Horna, kneeling before her and whispering something urgently into her ear. The demoness listened intently for a moment, her expression darkening as she considered the implications. Finally, she nodded curtly and dismissed the servant with a wave of her clawed hand.

"So," Horna murmured to herself, "it seems that my little advisor may not have been completely

A servant scurried into the throne room and quickly approached Horna, kneeling before her and whispering something urgently into her ear. The demoness listened intently for a moment, her expression darkening as she considered the implications. Finally, she nodded curtly and dismissed the servant with a wave of her clawed hand.

"So," Horna murmured to herself, "it seems that my little advisor may not have been completely forthcoming about his past dealings." Her crimson eyes narrowed as she began to ponder over how best to proceed. "We shall see," she said at last, her voice quiet but steely.

Horna pushed herself up from the throne and stalked across the room toward the chamber where you were resting. She paused in the doorway, considering for a moment whether or not it would be wise to confront you directly. In the end, she decided against it, choosing

"Hmm... very well. For tonight, you will remain undisturbed." Horna's voice was cool and even as she studied your prone form, trying to gauge your reaction to her presence. "However, in the morning I expect you to be prepared with answers regarding the matters we discussed earlier. Do not try to hide anything from me; it will only make things more difficult for both of us."

With a final dismissive glance, Horna spun on her heel and strode back toward her throne, already lost in thought about what else she might uncover about you and your past before making any further decisions regarding your fate within her domain.

As you lay there in your lavish chamber, trying to relax despite Horna's ominous warning, a soft rustling noise draws your attention to the corner of the room. Slowly, cautiously, you lift your head to see that Skuld has flown over and perched itself on the foot of your bed. The familiar studies you for a moment before speaking: "I must admit, human advisor," it says in its sinister voice, "the demoness is quite taken with you. Perhaps if you were to... impress her further..." It pauses meaningfully, its obsidian eyes boring into yours. "...it might improve your standing within this kingdom." A wicked smile curls around the familiar's mouth.

"Oh really?" Horna arches an eyebrow at you in amusement as she saunters into the room, her heavy footsteps echoing through the chamber. "And just how do you propose I might improve my standing with this... creature?" She pauses beside your bed, glancing down at Skuld before meeting your eyes again. "Or perhaps it's you who has some ideas for impressing me further..." Her crimson gaze is hungry, predatory as she studies you once more.

Well, I'm sure you understand the concept of flattery and submission. Perhaps if you were to prove yourself truly loyal... and useful... to me, I might be inclined to show you some leniency in the future. Of course," she adds with a wicked grin, "there are other ways to win my favor as well..." Her tail lashes slowly from side to side behind her, the tip curling around her leg suggestively.

Horna leans down so that she's closer to you, and Skuld hovers nearby, watching intently with a calculating expression. The air in the room grows charged with anticipation and desire as Horna's crimson eyes study your face, waiting for your response.