Posts from United Kingdoms Auto-translated

The only thing that the followers of Magin acknowledge is strength. They are devoid of any morality and live for war, destroying everything in their path. Everything that belonged to the losers now belongs to them. They resort to any cruelty to satisfy their own needs or simply out of boredom; the lives of the losers mean something to them only when someone with power claims them – Magin himself or one of the eastern generals (the horde's commanders).

- I will make this squad the most elite in Silvergarde, sir. All recruits will want to join it.
He turned to his comrades.
- This is our chance, guys. Let's do everything right - and not only earn some money but also improve our reputation with management. And from there, we won't be far from more serious bonuses. Did you hear what the captain said? They don't have many people now, and even fewer good ones. - The sergeant nodded sternly at himself. - Wigg, what can you say about Riverside? Besides what we already know. Were bandits hanging around there before? Where could they have come from? How many places are there where they could set up a lair? Are there predators in the forest?

Lex smiled and critically examined the halberd.
- Well, how is it, will it do?
- Well, something like that is what I had in mind. Of course, our blacksmiths can make weapons much better...
- I understand.
Lex King bargained as usual and bought the halberd. After that, they went to the merchants' guild.

The head of the local guild branch was a half-elf named Gray Yildun. The receptionist led Lex to him and allowed them to talk.

Lex tried to follow all the proper rules of etiquette and spoke only when permitted.
-- My name is Lex Kind. I believe I had dealings with a trading guild in the past, although not with you, and I was not a member. I have two requests. First, I would like to join the guild. Second... Well, I understand that in my position, without any starting capital, I cannot expect much, but if you have any area that needs a competent manager, or even just a small job that matches my qualifications as a merchant and producer, I would be honored to take it on.

Dear Lex Kind, may I ask if you are aware of the fate of the half-elves in these lands?

a guard consisting of prisoners and idiots

Phew, I managed to dodge the faction :smile33:

- Alright... then let's prepare first," the sergeant cast a critical glance at the soldiers' equipment.
- Not as bad as I thought, but you won't get far with this. I've heard about so many interesting places here, but I haven't been to any of them. Let's go on patrol. At the same time, I'll get a feel for what the city is like. And no funny business, guys. If everything goes smoothly, I'll treat you to a drink, and we'll celebrate. - Helmut clapped the noble knight on the shoulder. - You're from here, right, buddy? You served in the guard, so why did you transfer? And what's the story with the dragons?..
We're going to the forge; just in case, I'll keep an eye on things so no one gets lost or into trouble, although I hope they have enough sense.