"Palpatine does the new person on the throne have te a person i choose? Can't i just make a body double " Callum said.
[Ding]
[For 50000 points host can use this option for the mission and can get the extra rewards even if host want to create a body double for the throne.]
"Purchase it for me host."
[Yes host.]
"Palpatine buy me a spell in the shop to make a body double i can control with the necessary ingridients."
[Certainly host. That will be 200000 system points.]
The information intigrated into his mind. "Palpatine show me the information of the spell."
[Yes host.]
[Soul splitting blood body spell(Common): This spell splits a part of the users soul to create an body. To create a body you need blood of the person that casts the spell. With the blood and soul part the user needs bones of the being the host wants his body to become. The body will be of the strenght of an common ranked being.]
"Nice. Very nice."
With that Callum went towards the throne room that he will be gone for a month.
He packed his bag for the journey and rode his horse towards the kingdom of Neolandia.
Just before he was at the border, he put his nightingale armor on and went beyond the border.
As Callum donned his nightingale armor, the weight of his mission settled heavily upon his shoulders. The gleaming plates, etched with ancient runes, served as a stark reminder of the dangers that lay ahead. With a deep breath, he mounted his horse and set off towards the kingdom of Neolandia, determination burning bright in his eyes.
He arrived in the capital city of Eboreus. It looked like an city from the middle east. With mosque looking buildings. He marveled at the beauty of the city, but reminded himself that he came for one purpose and one purpose only. To create a civil war to end the current royal bloodline.
With that in mind he went to an inn called "The Jolly Tree Inn".
As Callum entered the inn, the warmth of the hearth welcomed him, though he felt a chill in the air that no fire could dispel. The man at the entry, though polite, seemed wary, as if sensing the weight of Callum's purpose.
"I would like to rent the best room you have available for a month," Callum began, his voice steady despite the uncertainty that gnawed at his gut. "But first, can I extend my stay if I decide to stay longer?"
The innkeeper's eyes widened slightly at the request, but he quickly composed himself, nodding in understanding. "Of course, sir. We can accommodate such arrangements. Follow me, please."
As they ascended the creaking stairs to the upper floors, Callum couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Shadows danced in the corners of his vision, whispering secrets he dared not hear.
The innkeeper led him to a spacious room, its windows offering a view of the bustling city below. "Here is your room, sir. I trust it will meet your expectations?"
Callum surveyed the room with a nod of approval. "It will do nicely. Thank you."
As the innkeeper departed, Callum closed the door behind him, locking it with a sense of finality. He knew that the next month would be crucial, each day bringing him closer to his goal of creating civil unrest in Neolandia.
But first, he needed to gather information, to understand the intricacies of the kingdom's politics and power structures. With a plan forming in his mind, Callum settled in for the night, the weight of his mission pressing down upon him like a leaden cloak.
"Palpatine i want to buy simple civilian clothes from the neolandian people" Callum said.
[Ding]
[For 500 points host can buy the clothes.]
"Purchase it for me."
[Yes host.]
As Callum immersed himself in the bustling city center, the sights and sounds of Eboreus enveloped him. The marketplace teemed with life, vendors hawking their wares and patrons bustling about in search of goods and gossip. Despite the vibrancy of the scene, Callum couldn't shake the weight of his mission, the looming presence of the royal palace a constant reminder of the task that lay ahead.
As he navigated the crowded streets, Callum's eyes darted from face to face, searching for any sign of the unrest simmering beneath the surface. Beggars lined the thoroughfares, their plaintive cries a stark reminder of the inequalities that plagued the kingdom.
"Change," they implored, their voices a chorus of desperation echoing through the streets.
Drawing closer to the center of the city, Callum found himself standing before a magnificent fountain, its waters dancing in the dappled sunlight. It reminded him of the court of the lions, a symbol of opulence amidst the poverty that surrounded it.
But beyond the fountain loomed the imposing gates of the royal palace, their heavy iron bars a testament to the power that lay within. Guards stood sentinel, their watchful eyes scanning the crowds for any sign of trouble.
"This is going to be a lot harder than I thought," Callum muttered to himself, a knot of apprehension tightening in his chest.
With a heavy sigh, he turned his attention to more practical matters, purchasing some food from a nearby stall and striking up conversation with the locals in search of information. The latest news, he knew, would be invaluable in his quest to sow discord within the kingdom.
Author Note: Sorry that i have been away for so long. My school is sometimes the worst. Lot of things happened that me and some classmates are screwed over etc, but i won't bore you with the details.
I want to ask if someone knows an ai tool that helps with writing because i have most of the story until season 5 figured out, but i'm not the fastest typer and i have every day school.