Posts from 🎀 Wisteria 🎀

- Oh, no, that's not it. It's more that I haven't quite adjusted my thinking to the capital's ways after spending so much time on the road. Speaking of which, there's no such segregation in my hometown – no matter what rumors people spread based on isolated incidents, no one harasses people for not having enough gold. Though, perhaps it's just nostalgia warming my heart.

Having reached the church, Mirastir witnessed a large commotion. A large group of people had gathered at the entrance to the sacred place, and it soon became clear that they were divided into two factions. One half was protesting against the latest changes in the empire's laws, while the other supported them and called the former traitors to both the country and the faith.

Mirastir certainly had the strength to push through the crowd gathered near the church and reach its doors, but fortunately, he didn't have to resort to such rudeness. The priestess of Arteria appeared from behind the doors of the sacred place and, after a short performance with a soulful song and a slow dance, calmed the arguing people.

Meanwhile, Valdemar was taken to the dungeons of the city guard fort. To his possible surprise, the conditions in his solitary cell were not that bad; there was a bed and even a simple table with a stool, it was slightly cool, but not damp.
— Well, you're lucky that Her Highness is a kind-hearted person, — complained the guard on the other side of the prison bars. — In a just world, you would be sent to the gallows or under the guillotine for such disrespect. But what can you expect from barbarians...
— What are you saying, — interrupted another guard, who had just arrived, — you accuse him of being a barbarian and then suggest barbaric ways of punishment. Sir Carafa, — the guard opened the cell door, entered, placed a stack of paper and writing supplies on the table, — Her Highness Braheya Air el Sufir has decided on the form of punishment and the duration of your stay here. — Making sure that the prisoner was listening to him, he continued. — You must write, I quote: "I, Valdemar Carafa, son of the mighty Lord Shafir Carafa, a nobleman of the eleventh generation, apologize for the offense caused to a member of the imperial family, Airisufir, and henceforth undertake to monitor the manner of my speech, in accordance with the requirements of correctness, good manners, and nobility," exactly one thousand times on these sheets of paper. — The guard pointed to the stack he had brought earlier. — Her Highness insists that your handwriting be legible and neat, so I recommend that you take the task seriously, because otherwise you will have to rewrite everything from the beginning. As for the duration of your stay here, as soon as you complete the task, you will be released on the same day. Do you have any questions?

Well, then. Arets or Neyra can go with me, if it fits the role-playing. If they don't have any other plans and don't mind.

Mirastiru certainly had the strength to push through the crowd gathered near the church to reach its doors himself, but fortunately, he didn't have to resort to such rudeness. From behind the doors of the sacred sanctuary, a priestess of Artheria appeared and, after a short performance with a soulful song and a slow dance, calmed the arguing people.

I would have joined((

— My name is Milos Ahoe, — he said briefly, looking at Rogdan with interest, — how can I help you today? I hope you're not here about marriage or inheritance, because that's not my area.

— Ah, sorry... — She scratched her head guiltily. — You must have come to eat or rest?

— W-WELCOME! — He lost his composure from the surprise, but then quickly regained it, deftly adjusted his bangs with one hand, and continued in a calm, almost pompous tone. — What can I suggest to you, my lady? Perhaps you are interested in a weapon that can slay dragons? Oh no, sorry, that would be too trivial a task for such a glorious warrior as you. I think that a weapon capable of defeating gods would be more suitable for your demonic-legendary persona, don't you think? How I understand you! I am often mistaken for a simple bookworm, but that is the whole point and secret of my brilliant disguise! The truth is that behind me are hundreds of slain monsters, thousands of defeated vampires, and even dark gods could not withstand the onslaught of my blade, known throughout the world as the "god-eater"!

The Bureau of Magic, for inexplicable reasons, is closed until 03/31/729.

-- Your country is quite amusing... -- Valdemar shook his head. -- Any questions? When is lunch? And I had to skip breakfast, which is bad for the stomach.

A thousand times... Okay, if I write in a moderately neat manner, this phrase will take about three lines, about fifteen lines per page, totaling two hundred pages... Hmm, a good exercise for the hand.

- And where are we going to get these passes? - Scipio asked, disappointed with the situation and increasingly inclined to believe that they would not stay in this country for long.

Your last post about Shane's plans was "he doesn't eat or drink, he follows the group." That's why I didn't want to be too presumptuous, especially since I might have had to role-play something.

Inside the Hunter's Guild, Yves found three people engaged in an animated conversation. With the arrival of a new face, however, they paused their discussion and turned their attention to the newcomer.
— Welcome, — the "well-groomed" man, who barely resembled a hunter, approached the guest and extended his hand for a handshake. Yves noticed that the interior of the guild was decorated with trophies of various monsters and wild animals, and weapons and various devices useful for hunting were displayed in the showcases. — I am Dalion Weird, the administrator of this guild.

— So, you seem to be alright, but your companion needs to be dressed more appropriately. Unfortunately, in this state, I cannot let you in, madam. You understand, we wouldn't want the esteemed guests to lose their appetite or, may Artheria forbid, their good mood.

Long ago, Inar Anluki was a major and successful slave trader, and this girl, Leia, was one of his many servants.