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Passing into the temple, Ambrose silently greeted the portrait, pressing his fist to his chest. "Whoever you were, wondrous stranger, I hope you care for the fate of this city no less than I do." Or perhaps she never existed at all. But that doesn't matter now. ... Ambrose extends his hand in greeting to his elder comrade without hesitation. -- Glad to see among many the one who will lend us aid in troubled times. When one of us stands firmly for the other two, the might of little Canamia surpasses all of Raveland and Estelle. And what of Albus? What wrath of the gods was brought down upon the southern region — have you managed to find out, I take it?
The Knight responds in kind, seemingly regarding the young comrade as his equal. - The stricken lands remained unexplored, only the borderland maddened flesh, barely resembling a man, became an enemy to our steel. News of the loyal milord forced me to return in haste, but now I find myself wondering — is our kingdom and that upon which it stands not sinful, that the gods have sent it such a trial?
Let's keep it short then — let Revnland have an ability similar to the one Tenerezza has, except instead of turns, victory is achieved by a specific IRL date.
Don't ruin everything...😠
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
"Live sinfully — die laughably," shrugged Ambrose. "The measure of our righteousness will be the coming battle: he who is sinful shall fall. Rot does not strike the body first — only its individual members. And if a hand rots, then cut it off before the contagion reaches the heart. And as for the heart of the kingdom, I am as confident in its purity as in our cause. Thus I have spoken!"
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
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Граф Орлов