Skip to content

Posts from 🎀 Wisteria 🎀 Auto-translated

No ratings yet — be the first to rate!
User Avatar
#3319
Auto-translated
When: - Raphael returns after a hard day's work at "Bivreste"; - Eve/Mirastir/Shen/Linderia/Viola return after visiting the city; - Scipio, Ilencia, Sylphida, Zerek return from Blixit; They discover the aftermath of the riot and a crowd of drunkards at their headquarters. It seems that only Claudius, Garmid, and Darbon could have witnessed what happened, but their efforts (if they even tried) were not enough to prevent it. As a reminder, you have an important meeting tomorrow morning. More precisely, not you, but a representative of your organization. So now is the time to decide what to do, both in terms of role-playing and in terms of the actual task. Zerek +1200 experience points.
Стартовый пост - Квенты - Разное
Резара - Аксель - Орвальд - ЭмилияСтэфания - Амвросий - ЛестерАльсира
User Avatar
#3320
Auto-translated
Zerek
+1200 experience points.
Is this for the wine?
You have an important meeting tomorrow morning.
Rogdan is ready to go. He doesn't have far to travel either.

Whatever
User Avatar
#3322
Auto-translated
Only Claudius, Harmid, and Darbon could have witnessed what happened.
When Darbon, along with the skeleton (?), returned from the summoners' club, there was chaos at headquarters. The old man couldn't even properly understand what was happening. Fear clouded his eyes, he clutched his chest, his legs gave way, and, sliding down the nearest wall, the wizard collapsed to the floor like a doll. He remained there, unable to even move, until the other mercenaries arrived.

Whatever
User Avatar
#3323
Auto-translated
For some time, Harmid tried to get the troublemakers out, but eventually gave up and, deciding that he was too old for all this nonsense, simply returned to his room, where he stayed until the other members of the organization arrived. "I just hope the young master doesn't see all this mess," was all he could think.
Стартовый пост - Квенты - Разное
Резара - Аксель - Орвальд - ЭмилияСтэфания - Амвросий - ЛестерАльсира
User Avatar
#3324
Auto-translated
:smile05:

Seeing the crowd of strangers and their condition, Claudius realized that there was no point in writing to them or explaining anything, so he simply stayed in his room.

Be strong. Believe
User Avatar
#3325
Auto-translated
The face of the GM when players decide to eat fruit / open a chest / go to the palace.
Attachments 1
1 file attached • Total size: 15.9 KB
Стартовый пост - Квенты - Разное
Резара - Аксель - Орвальд - ЭмилияСтэфания - Амвросий - ЛестерАльсира
User Avatar
#3326
Auto-translated
Just a reminder that you have an important meeting tomorrow morning. More precisely, not you, but a representative of your organization. So now is the time to decide what to do, both in terms of role-playing and in terms of the actual meeting.
Considering that Alex will be very inactive this week, and that Raphael is more flexible and diplomatic than Waldemar, I believe that it is Mr. Kosto who should attend the meeting with Her Majesty.

Added 7 hours 38 minutes later
Oh, and Raphael is also more handsome than Waldemar. This could also play a role, considering the specifics of Airisufir.
User Avatar
#3327
Auto-translated
/Yeah, definitely Raphael./
/A crowd of drunkards, conscious or unconscious, Revan? The outcome depends on that./
 

К А
Стикеры GBF в Telegram
User Avatar
#3329
Auto-translated
you can kill and rob everyone

Be strong. Believe
User Avatar
#3330
Auto-translated
a statue of an artery won't protect a house from robbers and burglars if those are its owners :cool:

Whatever
User Avatar
#3331
Auto-translated
Just now, Mirastir confidently walked down the street with his friends. He didn't talk much, there was no need for it, but the realization that he would have to fight alongside them warmed his soul. And then suddenly... Even before reaching the house, there was some kind of strange noise and a smell. And inside... "What... is this?" the gladiator asked, slightly confused, as he stood on the threshold. Then he frowned, adjusted his mustache, and approached one of those who were making the most noise. He loomed over him, placed his heavy hand on his shoulder, and in a tone that wasn't exactly aggressive, but cold and stern, asked: "Alright. Who let you in?"
 

К А
Стикеры GBF в Telegram
User Avatar
#3333
Auto-translated
-How sad it is, Viola sighed, - people voluntarily bring themselves to a terrible state and ruin their health. We need to help these unfortunate souls. We need to give them coffee, but where will we get it in such quantities...?
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?