Ple-Sen
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Despite the happy resolution of today's story, it would be naive to believe that all of this will soon be forgotten. Mr. Mellis will surely gain a few more gray hairs. Narri also doesn't need any more worries, especially since she recently lost her father. And for Naera, the trauma from the events may linger for a long time. She is, after all, the second princess and a powerful sorceress, at the heart of the empire and, it seemed, under reliable protection. And then, some madman breaks into your villa, and all of this is useless against him. This isn't the first time for Margel, but it is the first time for the villa. After such an experience, another person might spend the rest of their life in fear. All that remained was to hope that this incident would not break her and that other misfortunes would pass the princess by. She has already suffered enough.
It was difficult to shake the feeling that the Welferna Empire did not have much time left. That all these recent hardships that had befallen the people of Margel and the vanished Kre'adars were the death throes of something that had already run its course. That everything that was happening was nothing more than a prelude. Of course, Alaria had no intention of giving up and planned to continue moving along the path she had chosen. Even if the empire falls, the people will not disappear. Her help will not be in vain, either for them or for herself. Besides, fate has already offered surprises more than once. What now looks like cracks may be nothing more than a test of strength. Especially in the context of Narri's mysterious motives. The combined power of all the shards, assuming that the first princess's experiments do not turn into a tragedy, may serve as a deterrent no less than the magical power of Sillion. Time will tell.
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On Saturday, the Tanarrian woke up a little earlier than usual. The reason for this was not insomnia, but the volunteer plans that had been added to her schedule. She had no intention of neglecting her morning training or Carnelian duties, but she also didn't want to deprive the patients, who were longing for the comfort of home-cooked food. Therefore, she had to adapt a little to the new realities.
Again and again, she immersed herself in a state of deep meditation, accompanied by clear and rhythmic swings of her sword. Before the girl's eyes, her native Tanaris appeared once more, this time its uninhabited part. A group consisting of several inquisitors, including herself, confidently advanced towards their goal. Towards the monster that was terrorizing the surroundings – her first demon. And then they stopped, arriving at the place. A deathly silence fell. On the faces of her peers was a grim determination. The culprit did not keep them waiting. With a monstrous roar, a huge carcass jumped on the warriors who were not expecting such treachery from above. Despite its animalistic mind, the monster's hunting instincts served it well.
Alaria took the hit, an invisible shield protected her from the monster's claws, but the impulse from the opponent's landing still threw the girl back a few meters. Now this vision felt especially strange. The Tanarrian remembered how this trick had served her well, even during the time of Reim, until it mysteriously disappeared. Apparently, she hadn't devoted enough time to training. Well, that's another reason to catch up. Be that as it may, the enemy showed itself, its blood-red eyes surveyed the assembled young men and women with a look full of malice. Although the demon was surrounded, it felt no fear. It was driven only by a thirst for blood.
The inquisitors' plan was simple; they were taught to fight such opponents in this way. While the monster was recovering from its attack, they all pounced on it. The plan was not to kill it with swords as quickly as possible; each of those present knew that the creature was stronger than it seemed and could scatter them like flies. The attack was well-coordinated, and the goal was the monster's weak spots. With a wide swing of her flame-covered axe, the Tanarrian cut the tendons on the demon's left paw. In the next second, the creature's limb was engulfed in holy flames. Swiftly closing the distance, she made sure that her comrades did not disappoint her. The monster barely stood on its feet, wheezing and emitting a heart-wrenching cry of pain that echoed throughout the area as the fire consumed its body. And yet, it still had strength. As if driven by its own malice, which outweighed the pain, the opponent tried in every way to catch up with the warriors who had now become elusive. But it had less and less strength, while the flame did its job. It didn't take long before the demon was cleansed of the corruption that had fueled it and turned into nothing more than a handful of ashes. Victory.
Opening her eyes, Alaria took a fighting stance and made several trial swings, aimed at an imaginary opponent. Perhaps, in her current form, she could have dealt with such an opponent alone. Even in the inquisitorial years, encounters with this type of demon slowly turned from a series of triumphant victories into a routine. However, this part of the inquisitorial work was still pleasing to the Tanarrian. She was doing something truly useful. She was saving human lives. Her skills were indeed being put to good use. And yet, ambition and pride pushed her forward, in a desire to one day join the ranks of the legates. It's funny, but now she was doing something similar, just remember Valis. Perhaps, if she had been born in Anush, the Anush Alaria would now be the sword of the mother goddess? A playful thought, but nothing more. Anush values, although they had intersections with Enclessian values, were different from them. This means that her life experience would also be completely different. This would still be Alaria Doran, but a different Alaria Doran. Not the one who stood here and now, indulging in memories of the past.
Having finished with training and other matters, including Carnelian duties, the girl went to the SRI. She needed to find out if she could continue volunteering at the hospital, or if her help was needed elsewhere. If there were no problems, then she would continue to act according to her plan. Moreover, there should be more patients there after what happened at the villa.
It was difficult to shake the feeling that the Welferna Empire did not have much time left. That all these recent hardships that had befallen the people of Margel and the vanished Kre'adars were the death throes of something that had already run its course. That everything that was happening was nothing more than a prelude. Of course, Alaria had no intention of giving up and planned to continue moving along the path she had chosen. Even if the empire falls, the people will not disappear. Her help will not be in vain, either for them or for herself. Besides, fate has already offered surprises more than once. What now looks like cracks may be nothing more than a test of strength. Especially in the context of Narri's mysterious motives. The combined power of all the shards, assuming that the first princess's experiments do not turn into a tragedy, may serve as a deterrent no less than the magical power of Sillion. Time will tell.
***
On Saturday, the Tanarrian woke up a little earlier than usual. The reason for this was not insomnia, but the volunteer plans that had been added to her schedule. She had no intention of neglecting her morning training or Carnelian duties, but she also didn't want to deprive the patients, who were longing for the comfort of home-cooked food. Therefore, she had to adapt a little to the new realities.
Again and again, she immersed herself in a state of deep meditation, accompanied by clear and rhythmic swings of her sword. Before the girl's eyes, her native Tanaris appeared once more, this time its uninhabited part. A group consisting of several inquisitors, including herself, confidently advanced towards their goal. Towards the monster that was terrorizing the surroundings – her first demon. And then they stopped, arriving at the place. A deathly silence fell. On the faces of her peers was a grim determination. The culprit did not keep them waiting. With a monstrous roar, a huge carcass jumped on the warriors who were not expecting such treachery from above. Despite its animalistic mind, the monster's hunting instincts served it well.
Alaria took the hit, an invisible shield protected her from the monster's claws, but the impulse from the opponent's landing still threw the girl back a few meters. Now this vision felt especially strange. The Tanarrian remembered how this trick had served her well, even during the time of Reim, until it mysteriously disappeared. Apparently, she hadn't devoted enough time to training. Well, that's another reason to catch up. Be that as it may, the enemy showed itself, its blood-red eyes surveyed the assembled young men and women with a look full of malice. Although the demon was surrounded, it felt no fear. It was driven only by a thirst for blood.
The inquisitors' plan was simple; they were taught to fight such opponents in this way. While the monster was recovering from its attack, they all pounced on it. The plan was not to kill it with swords as quickly as possible; each of those present knew that the creature was stronger than it seemed and could scatter them like flies. The attack was well-coordinated, and the goal was the monster's weak spots. With a wide swing of her flame-covered axe, the Tanarrian cut the tendons on the demon's left paw. In the next second, the creature's limb was engulfed in holy flames. Swiftly closing the distance, she made sure that her comrades did not disappoint her. The monster barely stood on its feet, wheezing and emitting a heart-wrenching cry of pain that echoed throughout the area as the fire consumed its body. And yet, it still had strength. As if driven by its own malice, which outweighed the pain, the opponent tried in every way to catch up with the warriors who had now become elusive. But it had less and less strength, while the flame did its job. It didn't take long before the demon was cleansed of the corruption that had fueled it and turned into nothing more than a handful of ashes. Victory.
Opening her eyes, Alaria took a fighting stance and made several trial swings, aimed at an imaginary opponent. Perhaps, in her current form, she could have dealt with such an opponent alone. Even in the inquisitorial years, encounters with this type of demon slowly turned from a series of triumphant victories into a routine. However, this part of the inquisitorial work was still pleasing to the Tanarrian. She was doing something truly useful. She was saving human lives. Her skills were indeed being put to good use. And yet, ambition and pride pushed her forward, in a desire to one day join the ranks of the legates. It's funny, but now she was doing something similar, just remember Valis. Perhaps, if she had been born in Anush, the Anush Alaria would now be the sword of the mother goddess? A playful thought, but nothing more. Anush values, although they had intersections with Enclessian values, were different from them. This means that her life experience would also be completely different. This would still be Alaria Doran, but a different Alaria Doran. Not the one who stood here and now, indulging in memories of the past.
Having finished with training and other matters, including Carnelian duties, the girl went to the SRI. She needed to find out if she could continue volunteering at the hospital, or if her help was needed elsewhere. If there were no problems, then she would continue to act according to her plan. Moreover, there should be more patients there after what happened at the villa.