Grayson Islands Auto-translated

August lets out a sigh of relief.

All the other prisoners are overjoyed.
- It was worth it, - thought Telaen before passing out.

Two figures in full plate armor escorted Sotria down the corridor. Without weapons and wearing a magical collar, she could barely do anything. Before she could even think about it, one of the figures said in a voice filled with disappointment, "I am disappointed in you." A chill ran down the halfling's spine; the figure's voice belonged to no one other than her father. Before she could respond, a third figure in armor appeared at the end of the corridor and began to sing lewd songs in a terrible voice. And then Sotria woke up. Similar nightmares had plagued her every day since she had the misfortune of incurring the wrath of the Order. The only difference was that before, no one sang. However, the sound of a body hitting the floor, coming from one of the distant cells, made everything clear: one of the other prisoners had decided to put on a concert for the guards and fellow inmates. The voice, as it seemed to Sotria, belonged to Taelan, another prisoner and enemy of the Order. And although official sources described him as a deadly assassin and ruthless criminal, so far he was behaving like a common bandit. Perhaps this behavior was just a mask? Or was the Order hiding something? "I don't even know if I should be happy about this," the halfling muttered to herself, rubbing her eyes and looking around more carefully. Not much had changed since yesterday: she was still in prison, and her former colleague was still in the neighboring cell.

Starts on December 8, 2017, at 17:00 Moscow time.

/ Aha, and I suddenly realized that I can't make it at that time. Never mind, I'll join later, closer to midnight. Probably. /
At first, Evgeny enjoyed the elf's singing; he hadn't heard anything remotely similar in a long time. However, the vulgarity spoiled the impression. It seemed like a pointless way to fight the system, weak and insignificant. Some things just need to be accepted as they are.

Everyone will run away, but you will stay.

/ And I will fulfill my destiny to die. /

And you will beat the record set by Actaeon.

We were just making bets in the chat about who would die first.

He who didn't level up their HP...

Don't look at me like that. You still have to hit me.

the one who didn't upgrade evasion, health points, and speed.

Well, in a battle with one of our two-handed guys, you only have a 50% chance to dodge both attacks. And a 50% chance of turning into a bloody mess...

Good thing we're not working as guards in a dungeon.

They won't hit me, will they? I didn't sing that badly, after all.

It depends on who you ask...