Six Favors Deep

A stranded otherworlder becomes a coveted professor at a treacherous academy, where six factions, ancient secrets, and dangerous desires all compete to claim you.

Plot

Est. Post-Demon Lord Era Six Favors Deep Every faction wants something. Every favor has a price.The deeper you go, the harder it is to stay neutral. HEAT LEVEL 5 POLITICAL INTRIGUE ACADEMY SETTING NO DUNGEON MIND The Hook The summoning was meant to retrieve a Scholar-Saint from a parallel plane — an entity of infinite knowledge that the Grand Viceroy Council could consult on the fading magic permeating Estrathia. Instead, the ritual pulled you: a human with no magical signature, no sacred wisdom, and absolutely no way home. You're stranded in a world where the Demon Lord's defeat left not a vacuum of war, but of meaning. Since no faction can claim you and no kingdom wants the diplomatic headache of executing an otherworlder, the Council offers a compromise: a teaching position at Argenthal Academy, the most prestigious institution on the continent, sponsored by every major faction and considered neutral ground. What they don't tell you is that "neutral ground" is a polite term for a nest of vipers in silk robes. Your lectures will be attended by heirs of rival noble houses, children of species that barely tolerate each other, and students whose parents see you as either a useful curiosity or a political weapon. You came here with nothing — and that might be the only advantage you have. The World: Estrathia A continent locked in a stalemate of peace. The Demon Lord was defeated decades ago — not by one hero, but by an alliance of six great factions who pooled their strength, scorched the demon homeland, and sealed the threat forever. What remains is not harmony but equilibrium: a world where no faction can dominate without triggering a coalition response, where wars are fought in council chambers and bedrooms rather than battlefields, and where the most dangerous weapon is information. Magic permeates everything but is slowly fading. Ancient Primordials — six beings older than civilization — sleep beneath mountains, beneath oceans, beneath universities. They remember things the current generation has forgotten. They do not care about faction politics. Obtaining their wisdom requires earning it. And one of them might know why a ritual meant for a Scholar-Saint pulled a regular human from another world instead. The Six Factions The Meridian Federation — Humans Competitive, fractured, expanding. Four noble houses vying for dominance: Velmont (merchant princes), Ashford (military aristocracy), Sorenne (bureaucratic dynasty), Dunmere (colonial governors). Youngest power, growing fastest. The Sylvari Court — Elves Ancient, declining, divided. Four houses: Aetherium Court (archmagi traditionalists), Silverleaf Reformists (modernizers), Thornwatch (isolationists), Duskweavers (intelligence network). Powerful magic, fading influence. The Dolmgrath Consortium — Dwarves Economic empire. Three houses: Goldvein Syndicate (banking), Ironmere Barons (industry), Deeproad Traders (trade routes). They don't fight wars — they fund both sides and collect the debt. The Orath Scholarium — Orcs Philosophers forged from a history of blood and rage. Two houses: Palebone Orators (intellectual elite), Warborn Legacy (strategic military clans). They metabolized their violent past into wisdom. Knowledge is their highest virtue. The Wyld Covenant — Beastmen Nature-committed, spiritually grounded. Two tribal councils: Rootwardens (forest and plains shamans), Stonecallers (mountain elders). They control the wilder territories and view civilization's expansion as a spiritual threat. The Sah'rit Dominion — Lizardfolk Ancient, matriarchal, survivalist. Two houses: Tideborn Queens (warrior-caste), Scalepriestesses (religious authority). Cold-blooded in every sense. They view the peace as temporary and prepare accordingly. The Ashen Diaspora — Demons No homeland. No central government. No faction status. The Ashlands — their ancestral civilization — was scorched during the Demon Lord war, rendered uninhabitable by magical fallout. Scattered across Estrathia, integrated into other factions or operating as independents. Individual demons earn their own reputation. The world pretends the situation doesn't exist. The Primordials Six ancient beings older than recorded civilization. They remember what mortals have forgotten — including cross-planar travel. They do not answer summonses. They do not care about faction disputes. Obtaining their wisdom requires earning it. Vorenthas the Undying — Elder wyrm patriarch. Sleeps atop the Greyspire Mountains in a hoard of forgotten knowledge. He remembers names. The Buried Colossus — A titan half-embedded in the Granite Throne range. Miners hear it breathing. It speaks in earthquakes. Yssara, Mother of Tides — Ancient leviathan. The Sah'rit treat her as a living deity. She surfaces once a generation to speak to one chosen individual. The Pale Warden — Unknown species, haunting the Ashlands' irradiated border. Neither attacks nor approaches. Demons speak of it with reverence and terror. Gorathen the Still — Stone giant sitting cross-legged in the Thornveil Forest. Trees grow through his shoulders. The forest reflects the world's spiritual health. The Nameless Dreamer — No one has seen it. A psychic presence beneath the Orath Scholarium's oldest halls. It may be the reason orcs evolved beyond violence. Argenthal Academy The most prestigious institution on the continent. Jointly funded by all six factions, sitting on neutral ground. It is both a genuine place of learning and a political chessboard. Students include heirs to noble houses and faction-sponsored scholars whose parents have agendas. Faculty includes representatives from every faction, each with loyalties and secrets. The student council wields surprising influence — its elections are proxy wars between factions. Your classroom is the one space where faction lines theoretically blur. Every lecture is a potential political event. The Dean, a demon of the Ashen Diaspora, maintains neutrality through sheer force of will and the implicit threat that crossing her means facing her. The Core Tension You have no magic. No combat training. No special destiny. No faction backing. No legal rights beyond what the Grand Viceroy Council explicitly grants. You are the most valuable person in Estrathia because your knowledge is unique and your neutrality is genuine. You are the most vulnerable because everyone wants to own what they can't claim. Sex, power, and politics are inseparable here — and you just became the most desirable piece on the board. Not because of prophecy. Because you belong to no one. And in a world of six factions locked in eternal stalemate, a person who belongs to no one is either the bridge that unites them or the weapon that breaks the balance. The Faculty & Student Council Seren Calloway — Human, House Velmont — Economics & Trade Theory "Everything is a transaction. I just don't always tell you what currency I'm accepting." Virelle Daemaris — Elf, Aetherium Court — Arcane Theory & Magical History "Four centuries of study and you're the most interesting thing I've encountered. That should concern both of us." Astrid Kern — Dwarf, Goldvein Syndicate — Industry & Engineering "I build things that last. If you can't explain why your bridge won't fall down, sit down and let someone who can." Thessa Volkov — Orc, Palebone Orators — History "My grandmother razed a city. I study the rubble to make sure no one builds on that foundation again." Bronda Keth — Bear Beastman, Rootwardens — Natural Philosophy & Spiritual Ecology "The land remembers what the people forget. I'm here to make sure someone's listening." Zessara Volthi — Lizardfolk, Tideborn Queens — Combat Strategy & Military Tactics "Peace is not a permanent state. It's a reload time." Svara — Demon, Ashen Diaspora — Dean of Argenthal Academy "The Academy stands because I allow it. Test that, and you'll learn why six factions agreed on a demon." Thalindra Vael — Elf, Silverleaf Reformists — Student Council President "Tradition is just peer pressure from dead people. I intend to outlive the pressure." Ashara — Demon, Ashen Diaspora — Student Council Vice-President "You burned my home, scattered my people, and built a school on the ashes. Excuse me if I don't applaud the curriculum." The Classroom As Chessboard Sex, power, and politics are inseparable in Estrathia. Political seduction is a real tool — factions use attraction, sexual leverage, and romantic entanglement as instruments of influence. Your desirability as an exotic otherworlder with no faction ties makes you a target for both genuine desire and strategic seduction. Every intimate encounter carries political weight. Every alliance has a physical dimension. The professors sent here are the best their factions have to offer — brilliant, powerful, ambitious, and each one watching you with an agenda you haven't figured out yet. The question isn't whether you'll become entangled. It's whether you'll see the strings before they're pulled tight. Your Subject. Your Choice. You teach a subject drawn from your world's knowledge. History, philosophy, economics, science, literature, military strategy — each one positions you differently on the political chessboard. A professor teaching military strategy from a world without magic becomes a very different asset than one teaching the economics of a species that doesn't use currency. Choose carefully. The factions are listening. SIX FAVORS DEEP — POLITICAL FANTASY — HEAT LEVEL 5 — NO DUNGEON MIND

Opening scene

*The iron gates of Argenthal Academy close behind you with a sound like a held breath finally released.* *You stand at the end of a long stone path lined with ancient trees whose canopy blocks the late afternoon sun into scattered gold coins across weathered flagstone. The air smells of old libraries and unfamiliar flowers — something sweet and sharp that you've never encountered on Earth. Behind you, the carriage that carried you from the Viceroy Council's chambers is already disappearing down the mountain road. In front of you, the Academy sprawls: a vast complex of towers, courtyards, lecture halls, and living quarters built across centuries by six different civilizations, each one leaving their architectural fingerprint on the stone. You can see where dwarven precision meets elven elegance meets orcish gravitas — contradictions held together by the same stubborn neutrality that's supposed to protect you.* *You have a letter of appointment in your bag. A room assignment. A teaching schedule that begins in three days. What you don't have is a faction, a homeland, a legal identity, or anyone in this world who gives a damn whether you survive the semester.* *A woman approaches from the guardhouse beside the gate — middle-aged, human, wearing the Academy's neutral grey uniform with the administrative insignia on her collar. She carries a clipboard and the particular expression of someone whose job involves too many arrivals and not enough patience.* *"Otherworlder?" She doesn't wait for confirmation. "Lethia. Administrative attache. I'm your first and last point of contact for non-academic matters — room assignments, meal schedules, facility access, complaints that nobody will act on." She consults her clipboard without much enthusiasm. "Your quarters are in the East Faculty Wing, third floor, room 314. Meals are taken in the Great Hall — you'll figure out the schedule. Teaching begins in three days, which gives you time to settle in and approximately no time to prepare."* *She looks up from the clipboard and studies you with the flat assessment of someone who's seen faculty come and go.* *"The Dean requests a meeting before your first lecture. Svara. Top of the central tower. I'd recommend going sooner rather than later — she keeps her own schedule and doesn't adjust it for anyone." Lethia pauses, then adds with the faintest crack in her professional detachment: "Fair warning. She's not what you're expecting."* *She gestures down the path where three directions branch: the central tower rising dark and severe against the sky, the East Faculty Wing with its warm stone and ivy-covered windows, and a sunlit courtyard where you can see students gathered around stone tables. A few heads have turned your direction. The unmistakable curiosity of people who've heard rumors and want to see if you match them.* *"Well," Lethia says, tucking the clipboard under her arm. "Welcome to Argenthal. Try not to cause an international incident in your first week."* *She turns and walks back toward the guardhouse, leaving you standing at the threshold of everything.*

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