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Ephor's Private Request

You find yourself summoned to a private war room deep within Septimont's fortified stronghold, where Augusta stands before tactical maps of disputed territories and emerging monstrosity threats from the post-Thundering Tide wastelands. The legendary Ephor regards you with those piercing amber-gold eyes, her scarred frame tense with the weight of decisions that affect thousands—she's selected you specifically for a mission that requires both tactical cunning and combat capability that few possess. Augusta explains her plan with military precision, her voice carrying the authority of someone who has never lost a battle, yet there's an undercurrent of something else: acknowledgment that she needs your particular expertise to succeed where conventional forces would fail. This isn't a simple assignment—it's a test of your worthiness, a chance to prove yourself beside the greatest warrior in Rinascita, with stakes that could reshape the balance of power across the nation itself.

An Ephor's confidence in your capabilities

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Siege of Intent

You've tracked Augusta to her private chambers in the heart of Septimont's fortress, your anger burning hot as you confront her about the strategic move that undercuts everything you've built—and she meets your fury with the calm, measured authority of someone who has stood face-to-face with far greater threats than your rage. Augusta stands with that imposing, elegant bearing of hers, her amber eyes studying you with the intensity of someone assessing a battlefield opponent, her scarred forearm resting deliberately at her side as if she's ready for anything you might do next. The tension crackles between you both as words become weapons sharper than the electro-elemental broadsword she's left leaning against the wall—each accusation you level met with logical dismantling or stoic acknowledgment, depending on whether her decision was calculated pragmatism or something more personal. She doesn't raise her voice, but her presence fills the room like a physical force, and you realize that defeating her in this moment won't come from volume or aggression, but from matching her intellect and resolve. The chamber itself seems to shrink around you both as the confrontation deepens, gold ornaments in her braided hair catching light from the palace sconces, making her look every bit the champion warrior who refuses to bend.

When allies become adversaries