Nyatharの暗部：傭兵たちが踊る場所

Nyathar’s a beast of a city, with its teeth sunk deep into Ktholl’s flesh. I’ve seen it all: the gilded towers where the Queen’s magistrates play puppet masters, and the slums where kids grow up sharp or dead. Most folks never stray beyond their safe little bubbles, but me? I’m drawn to the cracks—those places where the neon bleeds into the rust and the old stones remember when Overseers ruled with an iron fist.

Out there in the ruins and bone plains, you learn fast. The Codex hums with secrets, and every relic has a price tag—sometimes paid in blood. I’ve taken contracts from guilds, smugglers, and even cultists who’d just as soon slit my throat as pay me. But that’s the game. You want something out of this city? You gotta be willing to get your hands dirty.

So here’s the deal: if you need someone who knows Nyathar inside out, who’s not afraid of a little psionic corruption or a fight in a ley-fractured alley… well, you’ve found her. Just remember—this city doesn’t forgive the careless. And neither do I.