Posts from Knights of Tezoth

Orwald did not feel much joy at visiting the capital and the feast in honor of Deus's birthday, but a knight's duty obliged him to be near his lord. Besides that, the crowd of people made him somewhat uneasy, and it was not a matter of their number. In the opinion of the knight of the golden tower, some of those present were not only unworthy to be here but also did not deserve their titles. Some by virtue of their origins, like various sorts of country folk or even worse, others by virtue of their young age and behavior. Both could easily bring shame not only upon themselves but also upon the honor of their lord and region. However, one can derive benefit from everything, so Orwald hoped for useful acquaintances that could be made here. If luck did not favor him, then at least he could taste the royal dishes and buy gifts for his family.

Among the guests of the celebration, Orwald's eyes notice a Northerner familiar to his house — Santella.

She was a mysterious woman, known in narrow circles as an information broker, and in more niche companies — a sorceress rich in curses. His family had been connected to her through past contacts.

While preparations for the tournament were underway, Axel began pondering who might conduct an investigation of the suspicious mirror gifted to the queen by the crow priestess.

Post later, but Rezara will go to the beauty contest. And only to it.

Expedition fun for normal players: literary flair, character backstories, "roleplay", NPC torment...

Expedition fun for Wyrm: "spinning the wheel" and rolling dice (the gaming kind)...

"spin the drum"

Alsira's eyes find her lady in the company of three giants: the Knight of the Silent Terror, Sir Karnarez, and a vulgar lordess. It was hard to guess what had brought them together, but there was no discomfort in Tsiel's voice from the conversation.

- ... So think carefully about my words, little olive. Or else a day will come when your flower gardens burst into flames, the paving of city streets is trampled by the march of armored boots, men are impaled on wooden stakes, and women on meaty ones.

- Eh, Karneya-Karneya, you really need to find yourself some love at last. Haven't you had your fill of youth's unruliness? You want to amuse yourself with these games precisely because your soul is not whole, and the emptiness inside yearns to be filled.

- Ha, I'd gladly watch your husband's face when thousands of random ragamuffins have their way with you. Let's see then whether your so-called love can withstand such a trial.

On that crude note, the conversation ends and the trio departs.

— I offer my apologies for my absence, my lady. I express my hope that your pastime caused no distress to your soul. — having followed the trio of brutes with her gaze, Alsira addressed her mistress.

- If your opponent is valiant, then there is little reason to fear defeat, but if cruelty is in his nature, then everyone will want to avoid the will of the victor. I fear, my dear, that only this alone may influence the nature of future alliances.

She hadn't had the chance to examine the priestess Rezara's dress, but she strongly doubted that this attire surpassed the crown-bearing openness of Deus's garment. If the very ruler of Tezoth wears something like that, then isn't Adata's moral reproach itself a transgression?

– Velhmetra approves, – Rezara shrugged. – I'm planning to take part in the aesthetics contest. Do you have any plans, Adata? It's high time to find something to do, or else our valiant brothers and sisters from other regions are already starting to aim at each other's throats. Or maybe it just seems that way to me... The atmosphere of a crowd has always weighed on me.

What nonsense. All of Tezoth is fragmented into a handful of factions where every man is for himself. It's time to give the empire to Deus, who will unite everyone under a single authority. A Deus whose will no one would dare oppose. Someone like the founder of Eidos.