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is this your story?) and why is it here, and not in the Haven?) and I thought it would be something like "how I spent my day" X)
P.S. waiting for the continuation
P.P.S. I was the one who changed the names.

Could you add it to the first post?

неа :smile38:

Vistri, the boss)
Maybe it would be better to create a separate thread?

and in my opinion, it's perfect for the first post in the Haven section.

Amko, there will be a continuation, right? Although, you can just copy the post and paste it into the Haven.

This is just the beginning of the story, and quite an effective and explanatory one at that. And in general... :smile50:

Vistrite is writing a story about himself and how he came to HeroesWorld)
PS maybe you should copy the beginning for the continuation? i.e., copy the old paragraphs along with each new one, so you don't have to search for them across the entire thread

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Wistrite is writing a story about himself and how he came to HeroesWorld)

What nonsense? Nothing of the sort :smile06:

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VisTrit is right.

Didn't finish the soup today, and there's still some bread left.

Don't spam. :smile19:

I just walked among the fallen columns of the Temple and shouted into the echo... apparently, its guardian was hiding somewhere from people).

Upon entering, the traveler felt hundreds of delicious, enticing aromas. Ale, fresh meat, pastries, perfumes...
Slipping through the crowd of revelers, he took a seat at a table in the corner, where the light wasn't so bright and there weren't many people nearby. The establishment was too bright, a little noisy, a little...
Ordering a mug of good ale, the traveler immersed himself in his thoughts. Shopping, drinking, visiting a friend. At the moment, nothing else interested him. Unnoticed, the traveler dozed off.
Heated arguments were taking place in the establishment, various lewd songs were being sung, and hot bets were being made in card games. All of this harmoniously enveloped its diverse visitors.
At a large table near the cook's counter, a group of people listened intently to the impassioned speech of an inquisitor who had appeared out of nowhere in these parts. A red robe over the strongest chainmail was perfectly fitted, as new, without a single crease, as if it had been sewn right here at this table. The inquisitor had chestnut hair tied in a ponytail, a predatory gaze that constantly searched the crowd for any trace of doubt, a narrow face, and bony hands. No one would believe that such a person could wield a huge hammer with a one-and-a-half-meter handle as a weapon.
Next to the inquisitor sat a warrior in strange plate armor, outwardly resembling oak bark. Unlike the inquisitor, the warrior was silent and seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.
- Sir Loken, but how...?
- Just my distrustful friend! Just!...

*continuation tomorrow, I want to sleep*

Aha, I knew it!)) And is the knight in armor Siv? Probably, or maybe it's Revanka?)) Anyway, it's intriguing, I'll be waiting for the continuation.