Posts from Tiaral Auto-translated

Female alcoholism develops rapidly. Take Tsukiko, for example, who used to get drunk at the bar every day.

There were significantly more people in Girr's tavern than in its sister tavern in Glyneos, although no special services were offered here – there were no slave girls available to every customer, nor even unique drinks. Instead, many people were engrossed in arm wrestling.

"Local strongmen? Great." He approaches and watches the wrestling match with interest.

Ples, if I need to write something, should I mention that it was you who suggested signing up for the arena, or was it an independent decision?

Write that we discussed the plan during the journey and decided how to proceed. This way, we won't have to worry about someone overhearing our plans in the tavern. After all, we've already discussed everything in advance.

before arriving in the city
The lights of Girr were lost behind a rocky elevation, casting eerie shadows on the rocky path that surrounded it. The mountains behind, with their jagged peaks, pierced the misty haze of the night. The dust of the day settled in a thin layer on the sandy plain, and a thick evening mist greedily filled the empty space. The pungent atmosphere of the stuffy air gave way to the freshness of the cool night. The murmur of life gradually faded, replaced by a piercing silence. Only the crackling of the campfire and the voices of the people talking around it broke through the veil of silence, and the light of the fire fought with all its might against the darkness that greedily enveloped this doomed world.
The time for debates, heated arguments, and discussions was over, and the mercenaries gradually went to bed. Relhiras sat on a small ledge on the edge of the camp, thoughtfully gazing at the horizon hidden in the darkness. Hearing heavy footsteps behind him, he seemed not to move at all. Delie, clutching an empty mug in his free hand, shuffled forward through the night.
-Ah, there you are, friend! - the healer exhaled, sitting down next to the Visterian. -Are you guarding the camp? It's not your turn today, is it? - he added, without waiting for an answer to the first question.
-I don't want to sleep, - Relhiras replied quietly, without turning his head.
-You're just like my son, heh-heh! - Delie couldn't help but smile. -I don't want this, I won't do that. You'll be completely exhausted before the tournament. By the way, that's what I wanted to talk about...
The healer paused for a moment before continuing.
-Listen, Relhiras, I understand that you are always confident in your abilities, you help us save as many lives as possible on this mission, and so on, but still...
-I'm not confident in my abilities at all, - the Visterian refuted his words.
-Really? But why did you agree then? We have a normal leader, he wouldn't insist...
-If I wanted to refuse, no one would stop me.
-But... why? - Delie didn't understand, poking the dry ground with the toe of his boot.
Another oppressive silence fell.
-I've been training for a long time. And I've achieved a lot. There are no more skills that could significantly increase my level of power. Training gives only a weak return. Therefore, I want to prove that I have finally become worthy.
-Worthy of your country, I suppose?
-No. Worthy of this world. Only then will I be able to surpass my own limits. Or perish, merging with the dirt of the unworthy.
-Ehh... I don't quite understand you, - Delie scratched his head. -If you say that you have practically nowhere to grow, what are you going to do if you win this tournament?
-If I become worthy to accept even a part of the power of this world, I will have the opportunity to look towards another... You've seen those people, Delie? The people of Shinsekai, who came from across the seas? Their ordinary warriors are capable of defeating the celebrated masters of Vistaria, and according to them, this is only a shadow of their former country. And yet, judging by their stories, they lost to an even more powerful power. What power lies in those lands? What unimaginable heights can be revealed to me? - Relhiras stood up and brushed off his cloak. -I must become one of the strongest in Tiar, in order to reach the average level of warriors of that unknown continent. Only then will I be able to survive there and continue to improve my skills.
-Ehh, what if you can't do it?
-Then I will simply die in the arena, - the Visterian replied calmly. -Dreams are worth absolutely nothing if you don't have the strength to realize them. - Having finished his monologue, he quickly headed towards the camp.

***

Arriving at the arena of Girr, Relhiras expressed his desire to participate in the upcoming tournament.

-You're just like my little son, heh-heh! - Delir couldn't help but smile. - I don't want this, I won't do that. You'll be completely exhausted before the tournament. By the way, that's exactly what I wanted to talk about...

Funny. I was just thinking of joking that Relhiras is just like Delir's teenage son from Catavia.

Added 2 minutes later

And yet, judging by the stories, they lost to an even more powerful nation. What power do those lands hold? What unimaginable heights can be revealed to me?

The ability to die in the very first round of a battle...

Having arrived at the arena of Girr, Relhiras expressed his desire to participate in the upcoming Tournaments.

— He-he,” chuckled the arena manager, “aren’t you afraid that your pretty face will be disfigured there, boy? Ah, what am I saying, you won't come out alive anyway, and you won't need a face anymore, ah-ha-ha.” Having finished laughing, the manager returned to his usual disgruntled state and assessed Relhiras with a look, after which he made some notes on a sheet of paper lying in front of him. — You are lucky,” he said without any visible emotion in his voice, “your fight is first. Relhiras’s opponent turned out to be someone named Tankred, a warrior armed with a sword and shield, as well as two additional swords conveniently placed behind his back. His aura was as dark as a moonless and starless night, and there was no doubt that his hands were stained with seas of blood. At the same time, in his figure clad in black armor, one could feel confidence in his own righteousness and selflessness. Relhiras and Tankred stood ten meters apart, waiting for the signal to start the battle. Relhiras, being more agile, had a slight advantage over his opponent. Meanwhile, the arena manager was collecting money.
As it turned out, you could bet up to 10 gold coins at a time, while the administration took half of the winnings.

Excellent, loot for all three characters at once.

Added after 45 seconds
Do we go all-in or make a slightly more modest bet of 3 coins?

Ugh, they took all my money...
Well, I don't know. Better place a bigger bet. Anyway, if we lose, the money won't be that important anymore; we won't be able to buy anything useful for the assault on Bugurt with it.

Alright, let's go all in! You know Relhiras's tactics.

Just don't bet my money.

His aura was as dark as a moonless and starless night, and there was no doubt that his hands were stained with seas of blood.

Tancred's Aura: enemy accuracy and evasion -95%.

///well, I missed post number 10000(((

Tancréd's Aura: enemy accuracy and evasion -95%.

Unlucky, as Asparagus used to say.

He was a great man.