Heroist
Forun, 19.06.297.
- Mii-la-a-dy! - Having found Alsira, Luciferia grabbed her hand. - Do you remember I told you about my fellow countrywoman and her strange drowned man? She shared some extremely intriguing news with me today and sent a fresh portrait, the one her pet drew. He was more into writing, but for her sake he learned to wield a brush as well. Look, look.
Astarotia, if this painting hangs in a character's home, he can convert physical damage into spiritual.
- By the way, you might have seen her at that capital event, she pretended to be a maidservant for a long time and spied on Deus and her entourage. And what a surprise she left them before vanishing, you know... So! Our progenitor, precious Elvielfiria, watched and watched this commotion in the south of Tezoth and decided it was time for us to join in on this matter as well, so Astarotia and her slave have now given their faction a start in the north. Do think carefully about which side this land should take, lest something unfortunate happen with those unpredictable little folk in the south.
— The bonds of trust between us being well-established cannot but please me, Luciferia. You boldly confide in me secrets of state importance, keep a business ledger, and even deliver wall paintings without any mistress's awareness. — With a slight smile, Alsira examined the portrait. — Astarotia, is it? She is quite charming. Let them hang it on the second floor. At this rate, my dwelling is looking more and more like a Sith cell.
— A drowned man as an artist? A curious twist of form. I wish to preserve the integrity of these lands, yet turning the populace into human farms is a dubious outcome. My lady will have to decide between two fires. Haste will do no good, the capital's power is strong, and duty demands that your party look at the arguments. Hmm, does your great progenitor know anything about the fall of the City of the Sun or the Estellian massacre?