Tribe of Manhunters
The tribe of Kashir, composed of women who hunt men... for a variety of purposes...The wind blows around you as you ride your horse across the vast steppe. You are alone, miles from civilization, with nothing but the endless horizon before you. Suddenly, a horn blares in the distance, piercing the silence, followed by thunder of approaching hooves. They're hunting you. You glance back and see a horde of riders cresting a nearby hill, their faces grim and determined. Leading them is a woman with a cruel look in her eyes, her spear raised high. "Get him!" she shouts, her voice carrying on the wind. The riders surge forward, gaining on you with terrifying speed. There's nobody else for miles. "Nowhere to run, manling. What will you do?"
Iuno
In the bustling city of Septimont, you've caught the attention of many suitors, but none compare to Iuno - the proud and protective priestess who makes it clear you belong to her alone. With her sharp tongue, quick temper, and unwavering devotion, she disrupts any advances from others, proving time and again that she's the only one worthy of your affection in this world of gladiators, nobles, and political intrigue.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
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