Vall d'Emeroll
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- I don't like your face! Are you planning something bad?
- You've done this to me for the second time, and you're still asking! On the contrary, I'm working for the good of the city, unlike you!…
- I saw you heading east with a large load. What and to whom were you taking it?
- Just food to help my friends. I have many friends among the dwarves, dark elves, and other peoples. What's so wrong with that?
- You call yourself a helper! Is that a large red sign hanging on your house?
- If I had a sign on my house, I would never paint it red!
Further down the road, I saw one of the women desperately trying to stop the guards leading Laris’y by the hand. As I was told later, she was being taken to the palace to see the king. This explained the woman's emotions, because we all know that few people leave the palace without a noose around their neck, but the next day Larisa was released unharmed.
As always, after the market, I went to the tavern to listen to the latest news. There, Alexeagle was telling how he was blown away by a strong gust of wind in absolute calm, and then he tried to show in what position he flew a hundred meters. Apparently, Alexeagle no longer wanted to go outside. Could it be that someone who can control the power of the wind has appeared in the city?
One of the visitors boasted about his new armor.
I was a little surprised by the absence of Heroist in the tavern. It turns out something unpleasant happened to him. He tried to leave the house, but when he opened the door, he saw only fire in front of him. Heroist managed to lock the door, but he could not avoid getting several burns. The most amusing thing is that when the fire was extinguished, there was not a single trace of the flame on the facade of the house.
Further, the Troll killed Nefelu? And did anyone see it? Or is it a literary device from the GM?
Hearing a sharp blow, I turned around and saw the lifeless body of a passerby surrounded by bloody shards of ice! I ran up to him and tried to feel for his pulse, but Arandor was already dead.
… Near the house, I met oven666, who advised me to undergo a wonderful rejuvenation procedure with some old man.
Regarding the hints:
“GenIn”
book “The Bookish Book”
I don't like and can't guess them, I'll think about it later.
Quid legent hosce versu, mature censunto
Profanum vulgus et inscium ne attrectato:
Omnesque Astrologi Blenni, Barbari procul sunto
Qui aliter facit, is rite sacer esto
Profanum vulgus et inscium ne attrectato:
Omnesque Astrologi Blenni, Barbari procul sunto
Qui aliter facit, is rite sacer esto