Petroskia, capital of Stroika, was a city where it snowed all year straight, it was a very cold city with robust constructions and engineering aimed at maintaining a high temperature inside to compensate for the rigorous temperatures. The structure of the city was very beautiful, and solid, it was 80% the size of Belladona, a city that in recent years after the reintegration to capitalism has developed very well, the technology was very advanced, the citizens disciplined, but not all conform to the current situation of the nation.
Helloise T'chebova, best known for her wartime nickname, Madame Stroika (M. Stroika), a formidable and very beautiful woman, in her fifties, her hair was a deep red, wavy and long, tied in a very beautiful hairstyle. dashing with a big red hat on her head, her lips were tinged with crimson lipstick, his skin white and eyes scarlet, a stunning woman, but don't underestimate her, this was the greatest of the stroikan mages; she was wearing a red envelope dress, pearls and a reddish-brown fur coat, her shoes were pointy-toed, high-heeled and crimson. This woman was walking through the streets of Petroskia towards a big house, a big house with four floors, black painting and white details, the door opened and she entered.
Inside the house she went to one of the halls, there by the fireplace were six of her countless collaborators, seated, drinking, smoking and apparently waiting for their leader who appeared in radiance.
Vidar, 33 years old, blue eyes, wild short black hair, white skin. This mage was an expert in ice magic, he was a stroiko, ultranationalist and wanted to see the stroikan empire rise again and end the "Cancer of capitalism", a staunch and almost blind follower of the ideas of M. Stroika; he wore a beige overcoat and was smoking by the fire.
Guilherme, 35 years old, his hair was full and brown, his brown eyes, his brown skin, he was very handsome and seductive, after all he was a Kalário, a people from a tropical country bathed in the sun, generations of mixing between black people and whites in the country colonized by the old continent centuries ago. He was a tall, strong and very handsome man, an expert in fire and lava magic, he left others feeling hot in many ways, he met M. Stroika shortly after the war, she convinced him that this world was lost, and only upon a global unification under an empire, under one race, would that salvation be achieved and there he was to serve her will. He wore pale black pants and a black dress shirt half open and the sleeves at the elbow, even in the freezing cold of -20°C in the Stroikan capital.
Maynard, 29 years old, his hair was dark brown, medium and sensuously styled, falling elegantly over one eye, his skin white and eyes dark blue. He was a very dashing and elegant man, his nationality was Bricttany, his magical specialty was earth and rock; he was a man discredited by his nation, for him countries like Bricttany and Celestia were just greedy nations concerned with their personal gain, and that this caused inequality and violence, in addition to wars. He wore a black overcoat.
Myaka, 32 years old, her eyes were brown, her black hair, long and silky, her skin white, her Asian features. A very powerful mage born in Nihondo, a cosmic mage, a very powerful cosmic mage, she met M. Stroika when she was wandering around Nihondo when she met Myaka, a 22 year old woman at the time who knew the toughness of growing up among the poorest classes in her country and how that wonderful world that capitalism promised was not as "perfect" as they preached. She wore a beige overcoat well modeled on the mage's nearly "hourglass" body.
Andreia Kroton, 40 years old, her eyes were brown, her hair was brown in pretty dreadlocks, her skin was black. This beautiful mage was a specialist in the magic of summoning beasts, her origin was from Zambi, a country on the Mávro continent, a continent considered the oldest on the planet, its native inhabitants were branded with the black color of their skin, beautiful and owners of ancestral knowledge, she met M. Stroika two years before the end of the war, Andreia was abandoned by her own squad when the stroikans were winning in Mávro territory, but seeing such disloyalty, M. Stroika brought her close and talked about how that was what Celestia's allied countries did to those who no longer served her or were too wounded to go on on their own. She wore a polar bear coat and a strapless dress with a full black skirt.
Veronica, 36 years old, her eyes were brown, her neck-length golden-brown hair with a bold cut and voluminous bangs, her skin white. Veronica was a stroikan woman who was one of M. Stroika's commanders at the time of the war, a very efficient and powerful woman, she had a very rare gift among the stroikos who live in icy lands, the magic of plants, she believed in the peaceful world of M. Stroika through a generalized terraforming under the command of the Stroiko empire. The mage wore a pink overcoat with green accents.
– My dear star commanders... How are you? I bring interesting news from my little friend in Celestia. – Laughed Helloise who had a very strong stroikan accent, she was like the Russian from universe three.
– They beheaded the queen? – Laughed Maynard with his accented Bryctane accent.
– Another sex scandal of the Celestia's noble class? Men are harassed in that country in a way I never understood. – Guilherme commented with irony.
– No… Three old friends have returned home… Things are going to get very interesting. – Helloise said with morbid nostalgia.
– Mistress, don't tell me... As far as I knew, one was in Nihondo, another well hidden in Bricttany and the other wandering the world. – Myaka said with her Nihondo accent.
– Yes, my friend… The three legendary mages are back on scene… I will love to kill them, Astaroth has fallen, we just need to get rid of them too and everything will be fine. – Said Helloise.
– I see, you managed to get them out of the spot as you wanted, better where they can know where they are, than be caught by surprise. – Veronica reasoned.
– Having said that, what do you have for Mom today? – Smiled Madame Stroika who sat in the armchair beside the fireplace.
– Our contacts in Kora'q are ready... Our contacts in Mávro are also in place, just waiting for your approval... Our other groups are looking for what you want so much. – Andrea said.
– And here in Stroika, we are managing to sound out more allies in the background, we cannot be so visible, but we already have some senators and deputies to support our initiative. – Reported Vidar.
– Does Slavick fell for it? Is he in or is he out? – Helloise asked.
– After I had an "intimate" conversation with him, he's in. – Vidar laughed.
– I know very well that "intimate", but all for the cause, isn't it? – Helloise laughed.
– And the goddess is quite grumpy today, she is in her room resting as usual, still weak. – Vidar commented fearfully.
– I see… I'll see her then! – Said Helloise who got up and went to the top floor to the master bedroom.
The master bedroom was large and luxurious, worked in black ornamentation and a white background, there lying on the gold-framed bed was a divine projection of a woman with features reminiscent of the mávros, with voluminous Black Power hair, black skin and gray eyes, but her wasn't really there, it was just a limited manifestation with a rosy aura around, she was still tightly sealed.
– Lady Ohana… I heard you were in a bad mood. – Said Helloise cautious, after all spoke with a goddess.
– No big deal, I just felt a disturbance in the cosmos... Those three has returned, this could be a problem, but I see something different, which may obstruct your path, Madame Stroika... There are three mages, skilled... Healing, darkness and firestorm, these are their greatest gifts. – Ohana said somewhat prophetic and tired.
– Yes, Otrera, Morrigan and Edward, but I can handle them, they are powerful, but not invincible, you will crush them my lady, when the time comes. – Helloise said confidently.
– No! That's not what I see, they are two men and a woman, young, on the rise, they seem to represent no danger, but they could be the key to our defeat, to the end of the world that "we" dream... For there to be renewal, destruction is first necessary. – Ohana said, she barely got up from the bed, her image seemed to shudder.
– I see… New mages, I'll pay attention to this and eliminate the dangers… Otherwise, you can rest on the astral plane, your sealing is still strong, I only managed to destroy one of the three sealings they imposed against you, we'll go triumph. – Helloise said.
– I trust you Madame, go and make way for the purification of the one who speaks to you, a simple minion of the will of the supreme lady of the multiverse, Pelupdus Eliandra. – Ohana smiled wanting to show confidence and kindness.
– Yes, my lady! – Helloise said.
The game was getting more dangerous, powerful occult forces were manipulating the situation, dangers, betrayals and adventures were about to begin, both for old heroes and for new ones who were beginning to tread this arduous path.