Posts from Knights of Tezoth

Everything only in the microwave? What about a pot, boiling, no?

I used to cook when I lived in another house. Even bought pots for it. But then I got fed up with it. This activity annoys me way too much. Plus the time — better to play some exp. Besides, at the new place the kitchen isn't really suited for boiling and especially frying unless it's an alt girl of course. But as I said, the stores here have everything ready-made: boiled, fried, smoked, with seasonings, with sauces, or completely plain — just boiled meat. And money-wise there's almost no difference.

Some time later, Lord Adalard Grimm is approached by the ruler of Kabochi, Grimban Odolerus, and while the big and little lords chatted about their own matters, Stephanie found herself in the company of the Knight of Milk Chocolate.

- Chonchonlia Quintea, - introduced the kabochi woman, her height being only 25 tin, so surely the Knight of Wind looked down on her. - Pleased to meet you!

Only the extravagance of today's celebration and the most important date in modern Tezoth — Deus's birthday — could rival Kalamention in beauty and grandeur. Nominally, it was a tribute to the ruler and a symbol of the kingdom's unity, but in reality it was so only for the capital's residents. While the invited lords and their retinues basked in luxury and the contented Kanami citizens gave themselves over to festive revelry, life in the other regions continued to flow as before — the noble warriors of Sordgard and Lamente still kept their watch, guarding the kingdom's peace from encroachments out of the crater, but few cared about that. On the contrary — part of the defenders had been summoned here as unwilling participants in today's farce. That said, Alaria felt no ill will toward Mariarnelia — she herself was bound by the constraints of her station and, in a sense, was a hostage of the situation.

Having become a Knight of Catharsis relatively recently, the warrior had not previously taken part in such events — seeing the most influential people of Tezoth gathered under one roof was a first for her. Most of them she had never even seen in person before. This was one of the reasons her liege's approach appealed to her — the position of a quiet observer who drew no undue attention suited her just fine.

There goes Karneya Kaikunia Iretiret, fully living up to her notorious reputation. And there is Lord Adalard — likely the second most powerful man in the empire, after Deus himself — in the company of his son. Whether he is preparing his heir for high society or scheming to betroth him to the guest of honor in an effort to expand his influence. An expected and logical move — from the standpoint of political marriages, there aren't many better candidates. Clearly not something to be dismissed out of hand.

For the Tanarsian herself, the one who stood out most among them all was the local fanatic — Man of Sanborn — but decidedly not in a positive light. There was something repulsive about that procession, as if even today's visit he was using solely as an opportunity to praise his idol. At the same time, the absence of a knight in his retinue looked remarkably suspicious. Given the opportunistic nature of the Lord of Sanborn, this certainly boded no good, especially for his neighbors.

One after another, the guests came and went, and for each of them the Knight of Catharsis made various notes in her mental journal, trying to remember their faces, habits, and bearing, not neglecting to observe even the entourages of the distinguished figures. You never know with whom your lord might choose to do business in the future, or who might gain a new domain in a year or two.

That said, she did not forget to keep an eye on her own surroundings, standing by Lord Cartridge's side like a vigilant guardian. Protecting her liege was still one of her direct duties, and Alaria had no intention of neglecting it.

Well, if anyone wants to put together a character list, I'm all for it) I have no idea when I'll get around to it.

If it's all ready-made, convenient, and harmless, then I guess it's fine. My husband and I ate supermarket and cafeteria food for quite a while after our daughter was born. It's only been the last 2-3 months that I've had the chance to cook. And even then, sometimes with a ton of hassle amid a child's displeased wailing.

isn't she barely thirty herself...

Tsiel merely clasped her palms together and smiled warmly, believing that at this moment there would be nothing better than to behold the dance of the young.

— I would be honored to to respond to your gracious offer, my lord. — the sincere moon accepts the palm.

A slight ripple runs down her spine at the touch, but perhaps no one intends to plunge a treacherous blade right now.

I was also thinking of gathering all the questions and answers about skills and putting them in a spoiler under the skills in your post, would you mind? Though I have no idea if I'll manage both tasks over the weekend.

Rezara studied in detail how a huge... steak went down the throat of Sir Gingkink Ardelysot, and sighed heavily.

– That's possible. But Lord Afortek is wise. He couldn't have fallen into such an obvious trap, could he? – Rezara thought highly of the lord. – Your father has seen many monsters in his lifetime, and he's certainly no stranger to the treachery of anything that is even slightly distinguishable from a man.

And as for the treachery of anything that looks completely human, that goes without saying.

- Speaking of balls, I'd recommend not overindulging in the dishes, or else when the need arises, difficulties of a survival nature may occur.

I stopped worrying about harmfulness in terms of various additives and such. They're already in all food by default, given how it's grown. To have something harmless, you'd have to live on a farm far from civilization, somewhere in Argentina, and grow everything yourself. Too complicated, too tedious, too expensive, most likely even impossible.

- Such an event doesn't happen every day; surely His Lordship would want to exchange pleasantries with other lords as well. Being a man of such caliber imposes certain expectations from society, just as it does on us - ours, compared to those less close to him, - Lester nodded in confirmation of his own words. - Let us proceed, milady Nelia. Today is meant for rest.

Having invited her toward the little cake, he stroked his beard.

- You call him "elder," but he looks young; another man might take him for your older brother. If only everyone had such genetics.

Some time later, Lord Adalard Grimm is approached by the ruler of Kabochi, Grimban Odolerus, and while the big and little lords chatted about their own matters, Stefania found herself in the company of the Knight of Milk Chocolate.

- Chonchonlia Quintea, - the Kabochi woman introduced herself, standing only 25 tin tall, so the Knight of Wind was surely looking down at her. - Pleased to meet you!

— Stefania Valentine, — the Knight of Wind greeted the girl. — Likewise!

Stefania smiled at the knight from Kabochi, but continued to carry out Adalard's decree and keep an eye on the mercenary.

I stopped stressing about harmfulness in terms of various additives and such. They're already in all food by default, given how it's grown. To have something harmless, you'd have to live on a farm far from civilization, somewhere in Argentina, and grow everything yourself. Too complicated, too tedious, too expensive, most likely even impossible.

Bro, switch to a diet: steaks, eggs, cheese (if you have the real stuff, not a cheese-containing product), vegetables, and fruit if you want. And everything will be great for you.

Sometimes you can throw in some buckwheat or Greek yogurt, or even avocado, but that's up to your taste. Instead of steaks, if you're really short on funds at the moment, you can grab something a bit lower-tier like poultry — the fillet specifically — but overall there shouldn't be any problems.

-- Until the path is complete, counting steps is meaningless

The horizon's vision is always deceptive

Perhaps tomorrow the wheel of fortune will turn again

And our horses will trample the North into dust

And we will crown our spears with the heads of Sithia's wicked children

And the day after, it all begins anew

Perhaps the weak will become strong, the strong -- weak

None among mortals can escape the chains

Of blind fate. The future is hazy, the past is hidden

What could have been shall never be.

Shame for one's feelings befits only the base-born

Far more terrible is the emptiness within the soul

If life is short and holds no constancy

Only the wild impulses of the spirit shall affirm

Our existence. What need have we of the sweetness of wine

And the gleam of beautiful eyes, and the light of the sun

And the spires of stone-hard palaces, when there remains

No living soul, whether it be in sorrow

Or in joy. While living thought

Has not abandoned the world, we may affirm

That our lives were not in vain, though now

The burden of existence may seem meaningless,

Whose reflection, alas, I observe in the depths of beautiful eyes

Perhaps we shall yet have to drain the cup of woes

But to be or not to be is not the question

In faithful service to You, while the heart still beats,

I gladly greet the new dawn

Only the excess of today's celebration and the most important date of modern Tezoth — the birthday of Deus — could rival Calamention in beauty and grandeur. Nominally, it was a tribute to the ruler and a symbol of the kingdom's unity, but in reality it was so only for the capital's residents. While invited lords with their retinues basked in luxury and content Kanami citizens gave themselves over to solemn festivities, life in the other regions continued to flow as before — the noble warriors of Swordgard and Lamente still stood their watch, guarding the kingdom's peace from encroachments from the crater, but few cared about that. On the contrary — some of the defenders had been summoned here as unwilling participants in today's farce. That said, Alaria felt no negativity toward Mariarnelia — she herself was bound by the constraints of her status and, in a sense, was a hostage of the situation.

Having become a Knight of Catharsis relatively recently, the warrior had not participated in such events before — seeing the most influential people of Tezoth gathered under one roof was a first for her. Most of them she had never even seen in person. This was one of the reasons she favored her liege's approach — the position of a quiet observer who drew no undue attention suited her just fine.

There goes Carnea Caicunia Iretiret, fully living up to her notorious reputation. And there is Lord Adalard — likely the second most powerful man in the empire, after Deus himself — in the company of his son. Whether he is preparing the heir for high society or scheming to betroth him to the guest of honor in an effort to expand his influence. An expected and logical move — from the standpoint of political marriages, there aren't many better candidates. Clearly not something to be dismissed out of hand.

For the Tanarsian herself, the one who stood out most among them all was the local fanatic — Man of Sanbornia — but hardly in a positive light. There was something repulsive about that procession, as if even today's visit was used solely as an opportunity to praise his idol. At the same time, the absence of a knight in his retinue looked unusually suspicious. Given the opportunistic nature of the Lord of Sanbornia, this boded nothing good, especially for his neighbors.

One after another, the guests came and went, and for each of them the Knight of Catharsis made various notes in her mental journal, trying to remember their faces, habits, and bearing, not neglecting to observe even the escorts of the notable figures. You never know who your lord might decide to do business with in the future, or who might gain a new domain in a year or two.

That said, she did not forget to keep an eye on her own surroundings, staying close to Lord Cartridge like a vigilant guardian. Protecting her liege was still one of her direct duties, and Alaria had no intention of neglecting it.

While Alaria observed and pondered what was happening, one of the guests approached her. He seemed to be not very literate and, due to Lord Cartridge's plain attire, failed to recognize him as the ruler of the region.

- Knight of the Golden Coin, "Milord" Galaharadron! - He introduced himself, thumping his hairy chest. - I came up with this name myself, pretty awesome, right? Decided a plain name wouldn't have enough prestige.

- Perhaps. - Cartridge agreed without noticeable interest. - The ability to present oneself well is a valuable resource.

- You bet you bet! You get it, buddy!

- Speaking of getting things, I'd recommend not overindulging in the dishes, or else should the need arise, you might face difficulties of a survival nature.

- Ahahah! - The interlocutor shows a scar on his belly. - This gut has seen a lot, I'm no stranger to surviving dangers!

- To whom have I the pleasure of speaking? - Mariarnelia asks.

- Revaniel, Your Grandeur. Merely a humble priestess of the Dawn Raven, arrived here straight from Duskwing, home to all our few followers.

- Ah... - This worldview apparently did not occupy any significant part of the royal person's consciousness.

- If Your Grandeur's heart holds the generosity to accept my humble gift, it would delight me to the very depths of my soul!

Revaniel kneels and presents the Deus with a pitch-black box adorned with golden patterns.