Posts from Abasdarhon's Castle Auto-translated

- Come on, let's go with a dual-attribute creature. What's the harm?

Looks like they're cloning things in the republic, and doing a good job of it.

Where's the guard when you need him...

And how much do the beach babes cost?

All night, Beloroth felt uneasy. He dreamed that he was fighting an unseen monster. A monster that even someone like him found unsettling. The monster was so unusual and terrifying that the demon couldn't find the words to describe it. Unfortunately, Beloroth lost the fight and was torn to pieces. In the morning, Beloroth woke up in a less than ideal state.

-- Clear. I'll wait for my friend, -- Quint gestured with his head towards the figure of Decimus running at a brisk pace in the distance. -- And we'll arrange a meeting for our guests. You'll wait for them in the designated place, but it's best to lock up the dog at home – it might give us away.

Decimus arrived in fighting form – in armor, with a mask on his face and a rifle at the ready.
-- Ready?
-- Quite.
Quint looked intently into his son's eyes, remembering himself at the beginning of his career – impulsive, greedy, and, frankly, not particularly brave, although he desperately tried to hide it behind a facade of bravado. Decimus's gaze was cold and calm. His eyes were slightly narrowed, darting from side to side – checking the surroundings. Only a slight spark of impatient greed betrayed his lack of experience.
"More than ten heads," Grelli the Elder thought to himself.
-- Listen. There are probably two of them. They're coming from the south. Set up some traps. Throw a firecracker. I'll take the one who looks leaner. If I can't, then assess the situation. Alright, let's go.

The assassins set traps (immobilization), warned the elder about them, Quint drank potions of speed, accuracy, and evasion, and Decimus drank potions of accuracy and speed. Quint coats his sword and arrow with amoloka poison.

Judging by the name of the tavern, this monster was a Grail Guardian.

will there be buffs, or is this a waste of time?

It's time to start another productive day! Hanzo goes downstairs, orders something to eat, and before the start of his shift, he drops by Clean Hands to see what kind of work is available.

- No, everything is clear. If there are any nuances, I will figure them out.

-- The last fantasy," said the joulae, preparing to change clothes. Soon he finished his preparations and went into the water for a swim. Corcketus stayed on the shore to guard the things. He lazily settled down not far from some girls, looked at the sea, and twitched his ears.

Buffs from the beach?

Because sex without buffs is a waste of money.

- Good morning. Of course, I'm listening.

Meanwhile, Ellison decided to swim a little further east to see where and how the beach ends.

-- Oh, just in time for a snack, -- the minotaur slowly lowered his hand and took out a piece of paper.
Meanwhile, Ellison decided to swim a little further east and see where and how the beach ends.

— I would like to buy, uh, a love potion, — Maylin blushed.
“Why are you acting like a scared kitten? It's as if you're buying something special... and not even for yourself! If I had known you would be so shy... Oh, I mean, I wanted to say that you can still have fun in this situation!” — Cassmetra couldn't restrain her emotions, and Maylin was bewildered by this stream of consciousness.

That's where the zone of rich jerks is.

Steel Claws

Saleswoman



- Oh, I see, and who sent you?