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I'm curious: is it a thing in this game at all? I mean, there are a lot of European and Eastern swords, so it is definitely possible.

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~Dexterity training I

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You have no idea how you got here.

Looking around you see tall grass and some sparse trees. It's dark, but you see that sky is a bit brighter on the horison, indicating it will be soon a sunrise.

You hear a rythmic speech, almort like chanting. As you move closer you can figure out the words: "Through shadow he gives us enlightment,Through chaos he brings us law". You also see a hut, and it seems that chant comes from inside of it. You look inside, and you indeed see a man talking to himself, surrounded with incense and amulets. "Ok, I'm out of here" you think and turn around- and now face to face, you stand in front of the same man. His narrow eyes, next to your eyes, and a grin on his lips. "Leaving already?"- he asks, and you stumble backwards

You wake up in your bed, sweaty. What was that?

Aaah, you love that Chritmas spirit. Snow is falling, people cheer and play games, Santa walks giving presents, and doctors have their hands full with some folks who had been too tipsy to notice a brazier or tree in their way. Generally the whole town is full of fun, joy and laughter...

...and then, of course, there are these people. Cultores Corruptionem, as they apparently call themselves. They walk around, dresed in dark clothes, constantly muttering some creepy phrases of theirs.

"Through weakness He makes us strong"- you hear over and over, as one of them walks beside you for a moment. You part ways, but weirdly, the voice stays. It takes you few moments before you realise it's you that kept repeating words.

"Poppycock"- you exclaim, and walk away.

[And all preach the Unnamed One, because we have training upgrade I for each battle stat]

Now, that's a sorry excuese for a battle- you think, as you look at the action in a nearby park. Without a doubt, it looks interesting: ornate altar, surrounded by hooded figures, dressed in dark blue and silver, eerie lights that give the whole place purple-ish hue, and that impressive, massive storm above.

You appreciate the view as another hooded cultist is set of fire with a flamethrower. How artistic.

The attack started a few hours earlier, and it actually ended after a few minutes. Cultists were immediately pushed to retreat, and now they try to make their final stand at that altar. Or maybe "stand" is not the right word, you think as another cultist fall down bleeding.

And then you see them dozens of figures. You can's see their faces, but their movement reminds you of sleepwalking. They come from several sides, and surround the whole battlefield. Attackers stand for a moment, confused about this crowd, when suddenly several gunshots sound, leaving no doubt: that crowd came to aid the cultists.

"None worthy... NONE OF THEM ARE WORTHY!!!"

You wake up sweaty, not sure if the manacing voice you just heard was real or in your dream. Maybe both?

You feel something strange, like a call that compells you to get up and go... go where? You look through the window, and see a storm... but it's not exackly a storm, the weather is clear. It's more like a cloud of smoke and dust, violently swirling near a ziggurat on the eastern edge of the city.

The call... it calls you right there. Calls you to fight, calls you to prove YOU are worthy.

You see a burst of flames near the storm, and you realise you already hold your weapon in your hand. You understand, that whoever or whatever calls you, wants you battle ready. There is a fight ahead.

I'm curious: is it a thing in this game at all? I mean, there are a lot of European and Eastern swords, so it is definitely possible.

You were just about to leave hospital, when peculiar sight gets your attention: four men, one is wounded and laying in bed, the other three stand next to him covered in bruises. All four speak language you cannot understand, but words sound like some kind of prayer. After quick talk with receptionist you learn that wounded one attacked another citizen, screaming "For The Blind God!"

You see a group of figures, and you notice they are intoning some prayer as they walk. After a moment you manage to make out works: "Through blood and sweat, we earn the Name"

A person in dark trenchcoat apears out of nowhere, concealed in shadows. He stands next to wall for a moment. When he leaves, you see a paint on that wall: some weird sigils, map to MQF and two words: "All Preach"

Faction Cultores Corruptionem needs members, few more spots left. We accept anyone- come for a moment, stay for eternity!

Steadfast upgrades:
~Strength training II
~Speed training II
~Defense training II
~Dexterity training I

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