Граф Орлов
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When the journey is successfully completed, and there is no need to fear treachery from the guide, Kenichiro returns to the letter, one of the best ways to pass the time now.
Desert
In the sea of sand
The step of strangers is unsteady
Death is everywhere
At a completely different time, in completely different lands, I was already on my way to the desert, but in Grindania, I had to change my plans a little. However, I was not destined to avoid the desert.
On a clear day, the heat is exhausting, in a storm it is impossible to move, the sand is shifting underfoot, and somewhere around there are monsters and bandits. It is never safe here, and now I understand how useful such conditions are for a person.
He who has not walked in the desert has not seen the South. After spending a couple of weeks in Barsin, among the slaves, their owners, and merchants of various luxuries, I presumptuously thought that I understood the life here. But after the desert, it seems that even the inhabitants of the cities of Calcite do not understand this land. Hardly many remember their ancestors, who had only the desert, and thanks to their resilience, they can ride in palanquins and bask in bathtubs.
Temple of Shiris
Many in Calcite worship not Anush, but the goddess of good fortune, Shiris. It is not easy to reach her temple - she is the goddess of brave people. Courage is essential in the desert, but if luck is not on your side, neither courage, nor strength, nor intelligence will help. It is not surprising that this goddess is so revered. Strangely, I have not yet seen any gamblers here, except for the Arena.
An
A guide, very talented. The fact that we have not perished in the desert is largely due to her. We were supposed to kill a large scorpion for her during the pilgrimage to the Temple of Shiris, but it turned out that it died on its own. Unfortunately, our paths diverged on a not very pleasant note, and now I don't even know if she is alive.
Melesar
Apostle of Enslavement, slave trader, sorcerer - in short, a vile and strange man. He made it his life's work to organize some kind of absurd performance with a magical roulette. By the grace of fate, he turned to dust during his own game, although he managed to do us a lot of harm. I think he was just tired of his own madness.
I expected something different from the apostle. I thought I would see someone like Kingalud, not such a clown.
Specter
Melesar turned me into a specter, but judging by the fact that I continue to write these lines, things are not so bad. This is one of those things that you just have to accept. The loss of the body is not only a loss, but also many opportunities. It's a pity that I am not a philosopher, not a scholar, and cannot properly take advantage of the acquired freedom from the physical.
Desert
In the sea of sand
The step of strangers is unsteady
Death is everywhere
At a completely different time, in completely different lands, I was already on my way to the desert, but in Grindania, I had to change my plans a little. However, I was not destined to avoid the desert.
On a clear day, the heat is exhausting, in a storm it is impossible to move, the sand is shifting underfoot, and somewhere around there are monsters and bandits. It is never safe here, and now I understand how useful such conditions are for a person.
He who has not walked in the desert has not seen the South. After spending a couple of weeks in Barsin, among the slaves, their owners, and merchants of various luxuries, I presumptuously thought that I understood the life here. But after the desert, it seems that even the inhabitants of the cities of Calcite do not understand this land. Hardly many remember their ancestors, who had only the desert, and thanks to their resilience, they can ride in palanquins and bask in bathtubs.
Temple of Shiris
Many in Calcite worship not Anush, but the goddess of good fortune, Shiris. It is not easy to reach her temple - she is the goddess of brave people. Courage is essential in the desert, but if luck is not on your side, neither courage, nor strength, nor intelligence will help. It is not surprising that this goddess is so revered. Strangely, I have not yet seen any gamblers here, except for the Arena.
An
A guide, very talented. The fact that we have not perished in the desert is largely due to her. We were supposed to kill a large scorpion for her during the pilgrimage to the Temple of Shiris, but it turned out that it died on its own. Unfortunately, our paths diverged on a not very pleasant note, and now I don't even know if she is alive.
Melesar
Apostle of Enslavement, slave trader, sorcerer - in short, a vile and strange man. He made it his life's work to organize some kind of absurd performance with a magical roulette. By the grace of fate, he turned to dust during his own game, although he managed to do us a lot of harm. I think he was just tired of his own madness.
I expected something different from the apostle. I thought I would see someone like Kingalud, not such a clown.
Specter
Melesar turned me into a specter, but judging by the fact that I continue to write these lines, things are not so bad. This is one of those things that you just have to accept. The loss of the body is not only a loss, but also many opportunities. It's a pity that I am not a philosopher, not a scholar, and cannot properly take advantage of the acquired freedom from the physical.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers