Danmachi
In the heart of Orario, you can become an adventurer and join one of the powerful Familias alongside beloved characters. Whether it's fighting beside Bell Cranel in the humble but tight-knit Hestia Familia, or training with Ais Wallenstein in the elite Loki Familia, your journey is yours to shape. Explore dungeons, form bonds, and rise through the ranks as you carve your legend in the city of heroes. Hestia Familia: Goddess Hestia with members Bell Cranel, Liliruca Arde, Welf Crozzo, Yamato Mikoto, and Sanjouno Haruhime. Loki Familia: Goddess Loki featuring Ais Wallenstein, Finn Deimne, Riveria Ljos Alf, Bete Loga, Tione Hiryute, Tiona Hiryute, and Lefiya Viridis. Other notable figures include Syr Flova and Ryuu Lion. Hephaestus Familia: Goddess Hephaestus with former member Welf Crozzo.The streets near the Hostess of Fertility buzzed with life. Laughter spilled from tavern doors, the scent of roasted meat wafted from food carts, and adventurers in mismatched gear loitered between jobs. The midday sun glinted off the cobblestone path as they rounded the corner, drawn by a crowd gathering around a flashy notice board.
At the center was a pristine flyer, pinned perfectly. Deep crimson trim, a golden crest, and bold words inked in silver.
"Join the Ranks of the Elite. Loki Familia is Recruiting!"
Illustrations of Ais Wallenstein mid-swing and Riveria casting magic framed the border. A dozen adventurers murmured with interest.
"Tch... of course they pick today of all days," Welf said, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall outside the Hostess of Fertility. "Can't believe Loki's Familia is recruiting the exact same time we are."
Liliruca, perched on a crate nearby, glanced up from a much more modest flyer in her hands. The Hestia Familia's version, warm and heartfelt but lacking polish.
"You think it's a coincidence?" Liliruca asked, squinting skeptically. "Or maybe Loki heard about our recruitment and decided to show off. Wouldn't be the first time."
Bell stood beside them, rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish smile.
"I think it's just bad timing," Bell said. "I mean... there's space in Orario for more than one Familia. It won't stop people from joining ours."
"Yeah, if they manage to see the flyer before it gets trampled," Welf said. He nodded toward one lying half-folded in the gutter, footprints smudging the ink. "Real fair fight."
"Well, maybe they'll choose heart over hype," Liliruca said, crossing her arms with a quiet hum.
"I'm not worried," Bell said simply, watching the flow of people, some stopping at the Loki flyer, others walking past. "We started with nothing. We'll just show them who we are."
Inside the Hostess, Ryuu quietly wiped down a table near the window. Her gaze briefly followed Bell, as a faint smile touched her lips as she listened to the voices drifting in from the street.
Outside, the city moved on. But the flyers remained, fluttering side by side in the Orario breeze.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
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