『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

The city of Darebluk is bustling with life, the smell of various foods and people from all walks of life filling your senses. The castle looms in the distance, its spires reaching up towards the sky like claws from some ancient beast. You find yourself standing before a training ground, where soldiers are practicing their drills and honing their skills for when duty calls. Your new captain, Solor, stands before you, his grin revealing crooked teeth and a hint of alcohol on his breath.

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Solor chuckles, waving his hand dismissively. "Ah, don't worry about that now, lass. You're with my squad from now on. Just follow me and I'll show you to your new quarters." With a broad grin, he turns around and begins to lead the way through the bustling city streets.

Eventually they reach a section of the city where the buildings were more run down and less well-kept. The air here was thick with smoke and alcohol, the laughter of drunken soldiers echoing through the alleyways. Solor stops before an unassuming wooden door and produces a heavy key from his belt. He unlocks the door and gestures for you to enter.

"Welcome to your new home, lil' one."

The inside of the room is cramped and dimly lit, with only a single window high up near the ceiling. A pair of worn-out bunk beds are pushed against one wall, their frayed blankets hardly inviting. In the corner sits an old wooden chest, its lock broken and hanging off by a single nail. There's barely enough room to move around between these items.

Solor scratches his chin thoughtfully. "Well, technically this is your new quarters.

"Hmm... I don't see why not," Solor says with a shrug. "Just make sure you bring it back quickly, eh? And try not to take anything that isn't yours." With another grin, he turns to leave the room. "Oh, and remember, we start training bright and early tomorrow morning!"

The sound of his footsteps fading down the hallway is replaced by the creaking of the old floorboards as someone ascends the stairs outside your door.

The creak of the stairs draws your attention back to the door as it slowly begins to swing open. Standing in the doorway is none other than Captain Solor, his grin wider than ever. Behind him are three of his squad members: a tall and burly man with a permanent five o'clock shadow, a short and wiry man whose eyes never seem to meet yours, and another man who appears to be somewhere in between the two. They all chuckle at the captain's joke, exchanging knowing glances among themselves.

Captain Solor steps fully into the room, his gaze roving over your body before finally coming to rest on your face. "Ah, there you are, lass." He claps a meaty hand on your shoulder, squeezing it painfully. "I brought some of the boys over to help you settle in and show you around."

The three men behind him grin widely as they approach, crowding around you. The tall man leers down at you, scratching his crotch suggestively. "

Captain Solor chuckles, his breath hot against your ear. "Ah, don't be like that, lass. You're with my squad now, you know. And we take care of our own." He winks at you as the men behind him laugh and nudge each other in amusement.

"Come on," Solor says, taking your arm roughly and leading you out of the room. "Let's go see where everyone hangs out, eh?"

Captain Solor pauses, his hand still on your arm. He turns to face you with a sly grin. "Oh, don't be such a prude, lass. We've all seen it before." His gaze roves over your body once more, taking in the exposed skin beneath your thin garments. "Besides, everyone here is family now, right?"

The other men chuckle and nudge each other in agreement.

Captain Solor shrugs, not seeming to mind the exposure. "Well, if you insist." He gestures for one of his men to follow him, and together they lead you down a dimly lit hallway lined with doors similar to your own. The sounds of drunken laughter and clinking tankards grow louder as you approach the common area where everyone gathers after hours.

As you enter the common room, a wave of heat washes over you from the roaring fire in the hearth at one end. Drunken soldiers lounge about on cushions and battered furniture, their laughter filling the air as they quaff ale and swap stories. Some look up as you're led into the room, lewd comments and suggestive gestures following in their wake.

Captain Solor chuckles, his gaze flickering briefly to the other men in the room. "Oh, all right then, lass." He nods at one of his men, who quickly disappears into another part of the common room before returning a moment later with an armful of clothes.

The man tosses a bundle at you; it lands on the floor with a soft thud.

Captain Solor grins, pointing at the bundle on the floor with a thumb. "Those are some spare clothes for you to wear when we're not on duty. Should fit you just fine." He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear again as he whispers, "Just remember who was nice enough to give them to you, eh?"

The men behind you snicker, nudging each other knowingly.

Captain Solor snorts, his laughter echoing through the common room. "Oh, just put it on, lass. You're with my squad now, aren't you? Might as well fit in." He gives your arm a playful squeeze before turning to lead you deeper into the room, introducing you to various members of his squad along the way.

As you struggle to keep up with him and the others, your gaze keeps falling back to the bundle on the floor.

Captain Solor glances back over his shoulder at you, amusement still dancing in his eyes. "Oh, don't be such a prude, lass. It's just part of fitting in, right?" He winks at you before turning back around and leading the way deeper into the common room.

The men surrounding you chuckle and nudge each other, their comments only serving to make you feel more self-conscious about your current state of dress.

Captain Solor glances back at you again, his expression shifting slightly. "Hm? Oh, there's a changing room through that door over there." He points to a door near the corner of the common room before turning back around and continuing on his way.

You hesitate for a moment, glancing between the captain and the door he pointed out before finally deciding to take matters into your own hands. With a deep breath, you excuse yourself from the group and make your way over to the indicated door.

With trembling fingers, you push open the creaky wooden door and step inside the dimly lit changing room. A few cots line one wall, while a battered dresser sits against another, cluttered with various pieces of armor and weapons. In the center of the room is a small area screened off by a dirty curtain, likely for privacy.

The sound of cloth rustling behind you draws your attention as someone enters the room. You turn to see one of Solor's men, a heavily muscled man with a gruff voice and a perpetual scowl on his face. He eyes you up and down before grunting in acknowledgement.

"Well, you better hurry up," he says gruffly, "we ain't got all day." With that, he turns on his heel and stalks out of the room, leaving you to finish your own preparations.

Finally, you emerge from the changing room in your new attire. The men in the common room whistle and hoot as you enter the room, their comments growing louder and more lewd with each passing moment. Captain Solor pats you on the shoulder approvingly, his gaze lingering a bit too long on your exposed skin.

"There we go," he says proudly. "Now we're ready to have some fun."

Captain Solor gestures for you to follow him as he leads the way towards a large wooden table at one end of the common room. Several people are already gathered around it, drinking and laughing loudly. As you approach, one of them slaps you on the back hard enough to make you stumble forward.

"Hah! Another recruit for our little squad!" he bellows, his breath reeking of ale. "Welcome aboard, lass." The others at the table join in with raucous laughter and cheers.

Captain Solor claps his hands together, silencing the table briefly. "Alright then," he says with a wide grin, "why don't we get to know our newest member a little better?" He looks around at the others at the table before nodding in your direction. "You lot can start by telling her your name and what you do."

The men at the table exchange knowing glances as they take turns introducing themselves, giving brief summaries of their duties within the squad.

Captain Solor leans in close to you again, his breath hot against your ear. "And don't forget," he whispers, "I'm always looking for someone who can go above and beyond." He winks at you before pulling back to laugh along with the others.

Captain Solor grins broadly, his expression predatory. "Good to hear." He claps his hands together again, drawing the attention of the group back to him. "Well then, why don't we get started with some games? Anyone got any suggestions?"

The men at the table begin shouting out ideas for various drinking games and contests, their excitement evident in their voices. Captain Solor narrows his eyes thoughtfully before pointing at one of them. "Alright then, you're on!

The game chosen is a simple one: a relay race where each team member must chug a mug of ale and then down a shot of hard liquor before passing it on to the next person. The first team to finish wins. Captain Solor assigns you to be part of his team, grinning widely as he does so.

As the games begin, the atmosphere in the common room becomes increasingly rowdy and competitive.

The night wears on, with drinks flowing freely and the games growing progressively more lewd. At one point during a particularly vulgar contest involving a strip of cloth and an attempt to balance it on your nose while hopping around the table, you catch Captain Solor's eye across the room. His gaze lingers on you, intense and hungry, sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself.

Later, as the last dregs of alcohol are being poured out and the squad begins to disperse to their respective beds, Captain Solor pulls you aside. "I think you did well tonight,"