Posts from The Empire of Reimia (3)
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- Many people in our village "got acquainted" at kebab parties, haha. They would gather not far from the village, make a fire, grill meat, and have some drinks, haha. You can arrange something like that, and I'll let our people know, maybe some of them will come.
— Where are we going to set up camp, huh?
- We can do without them.
This quest ended up with the wrong player and character. Let these sperm-intoxicated fools sort it out themselves.
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
Bertrand touches the magical orb.
The orb shows no reaction.
Slamming the heavy door of his room shut, he leaned against it with his back and the back of his head, staring straight ahead for a few minutes. Then, tossing aside the bag filled with textbooks, he headed to the mirror and carefully examined himself from head to toe. He ran his thin fingers through his thick mane of dark hair, lightly slapped his pale cheeks, causing them to flush with a slight blush, took a calm breath, and gathered his thoughts.
Could his father be proud of him now? No, it's still too early. Now, the main thing is not to panic, not to miss classes, and to practice a lot. The next week seems to be relatively calm, which means there will be time to familiarize himself with the basics of magic. And just yesterday, he couldn't care less about magic and everything related to it! And now, he was already imagining how, with a wave of his hand, he would summon fiery rain, conjure huge stone golems, and blow the heads off his enemies like overripe watermelons. Amused by his own thoughts, Moriner even laughed softly.
"They've gathered too many gifted individuals. Excessively gifted, damn it," he added with annoyance. The white-haired student consistently irritated him: his constant sneezing, the habit of licking his lips, and his completely brazen way of staring at the female students – all of this was extremely repulsive, and it was all the more difficult for Marey to admit that this degenerate was significantly more capable and talented than him. Meanwhile, the question of choosing a specialization remained open. Healing was immediately ruled out. The crude power of the elements, which had once attracted him, now seemed too simplistic. Illusions were unsettling due to their excessive abstractness, summoning was too narrow in scope, and alteration was too vague. After struggling with these questions until evening, he fell asleep late that day, and in his dreams, he envisioned himself creating illusory copies of the exotic creatures he summoned.
Barely getting up and dressed, he sat down with his books and did not leave the room until dinner, when a gnawing in his stomach reminded him of the need to eat. Marey hoped to find concrete examples of the possibilities of advanced levels of magic: if he had a good understanding of the possibilities of the elements, then the other schools were much more mysterious, especially alteration spells.
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
He glanced at the huge barrel of the senior.
- I've always wanted to ask - where did you get that weapon? Did you order it from someone or did you modify it yourself? If it's not a secret, of course. I'm just fascinated by all sorts of things like that, and this one is a masterpiece. You won't find anything like it on the shelves.
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers