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The Wise One takes the mirror and her reflection bursts like Snow White's apple, stating that she will let them know the results of the examination another day.
We'll need to do some archery practice, Yashchur. Three of us can go.
- Oh-ho-hoh, what is it that I just said! - Vargas laughed at his own slip of the tongue. - And you are right - your title is yours alone, and no one else's. The Elder, Their Wading, is a wise man, and he bestowed it upon you not without reason. Though at times it may seem that you yourself forget about it, but remember that it is so. And I will definitely take advantage of your offer - I simply adore nature, animals, and serenity. You know what, do drop by such-and-such a shop on Green Street when you have a free moment. I think one ornament or another would suit you. Tell them you're from... hmm... well, the owner still doesn't know my name, just as I don't know his. To me he's "old man," and to him I'm "hey, you!" Ahahah, can you imagine such a story? In short, tell them you're from his apprentice - maybe he'll give you a discount, the old miser. Or how about we go together? I'll pick out exactly what will bring out your charm best. Surely you can spare a day. Their Lordship would probably have liked that too.
why do you think I took a spear and a flyer, what are you, not knights
Spare the horse, will you.
Or maybe a guy on a pet can just take out a guy without a pet? With a spear or that same bow, staying out of reach.
- O-oh... The Elder will certainly love that. We don't have much money - for in our homes coin is not used - but some will surely be found. And you, milord, it turns out, are skilled with your fingers? That is most commendable. If there is a chance, I would visit that establishment together with you - just then you will have an opportunity to learn your old man's name. - Joy finished the thought with a pleasant smile on her face.
- If your opponent is valiant, there is little reason to fear defeat, but if cruelty is in his nature, then everyone will wish to escape the victor's will. I fear, my dear, that this alone may influence the character of future alliances.
— Fearlessness in defeat may weaken one's will toward that outcome; while a bluff of cruelty may send one down the path of hasty ruin. An ideal alliance, I fear, will be hard to find. However thorny the inevitable course may be, my lance and heart are always for our domain and personally for you, my lady.
- My gratitude for such loyalty knows no bounds, - the lady places her slender palm upon her knight's face, - but it would grieve me greatly if wounds or worse befell you, so I ask - be careful and do not neglect your life.
— Life is dear to me as well; it is one and once squandered, no new chance can be found. As long as the baseness of chance or the loyalty of duty does not abandon me, I shall strive to keep Your Grace from sorrow. — Alsira bowed her head.
— I see, however, that the everyday throws us toward the luxury of ever-new spectacles. Slaughter for amusement's sake, like any conflict, is somewhat alien to me; the beauty of character and style will remain closest of all. But as your sole protector today, presenting our native land with as much discipline as possible seems to me a weighty duty in every regard.
In response, the head olive merely nodded approvingly, as if to say "go on, savor the triumph to your heart's content," having decided that Alsira, in truth, was itching to throw herself into all these events.
At the head of this event stands Lord Maria-Tenerezza Logg, where the aesthetic qualities of knights will be evaluated. Essentially, we simply vote on behalf of the players on a five-point scale for the participants' artifacts, without division by gender.
Is this like a "beauty contest"? We just vote based on the picture?
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
Based on the picture, or as Alex suggested, we can take into account how much the roleplay and other aspects are liked. If you vote on behalf of your character (with comments), you can also gain some prestige.
In this event, participants are expected to present their thoughts on two topics — about the regions of Tezoth and their rulers, as well as about the historical eras of the kingdom.
Not enough "essays." Now "presentations" have appeared too...🤣
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
While preparations for the battles on Gengaart were underway, the future judge decided to sign up for the contest of elegance, and also, together with her friends, for the archery contest. After all, what matters most? The main thing is not victory, but participation!
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
In response, the head olive merely nodded approvingly, as if to say "go for it, enjoy the triumph to your heart's content," having decided that Alsira's hands were, in fact, itching to throw herself into all these events.
— Thank you for your trust, my lady. I shall do everything in my power not to tarnish the honor of Olivus. — bowing to the olive, Alsira signs up for all the competitions except archery.
There was no doubt a grain of truth in her superior's assumption. Should a situation arise in their homeland that could not be resolved peacefully, it would be useful to know one's weaknesses in advance and to gain valuable knowledge about soon-to-be allies and enemies on the political arena, or even to raise one's prestige in the eyes of potential allies. And besides that, she wanted at least once to defeat someone worthy other than a training dummy, though the knightess did not hold much optimism on that score.
Somewhere in a remote corner of Paradelus, a company of dubious character had gathered. From the outside, it might have seemed that the lords of Reevnland and Faredgia were discussing something important, and the leader of the heroes had simply invited himself along.
- And where is our illustrious friend, Sir Karnarez? My eyes, weary from the long journey, seem unable to spot him! - Looking around, Galmeus fixed his gaze on Deus. - Ah, I see. As always, you're three steps ahead of everyone else, Karneya. But is such foresight needed on a bright day like this?
- I have no idea what you're talking about. Have you gone completely mad from brawling with monsters? - From the height of her 204cm heels, the universally despised blonde roughly touched the hero's cheek and licked her own lips. - You're on my list, Galmeus. One day I'll eat you and won't leave even your bones. Let's see how long your Joy can remain Joy. Perhaps she'll have to change her title to the opposite emotion? Knight of Sorrow, ahaha!
- Heh. - The elder's face did not change. - If not for the bloody trail of your misdeeds, I might even call you and your venomous tongue charming. Stratos.
- I don't have time for your foolishness.
- You know, I'm not among the short and scrawny, but you're a real boar, just look at yourself! I recently came across a joke that fits the occasion. Want to hear it?
- No.
- The main rule of a gym rat: whoever is smaller than me is a twig, and whoever is bigger got pumped up with 100% black magic.
- ...
- Your sense of humor leaves much to be desired, but you wouldn't expect anything else from a country bumpkin. - Contrary to her words, what she heard amused Karneya. - It's just that on his island it's not black magic, but science.
- For a down-to-earth man like me, such science is the same as sorcery. - The hero spread his hands. - By the way, don't you want to show this country bumpkin how high aristocracy does it? - He nodded toward where the musicians were playing. - Or are such arts as unknown to you as they are to me?
- I'll make you eat those words.
Forgetting the purpose of her meeting with the ruler of the island region, Karneya Kaikunia Iretiret sets off to perform a song - to the expected surprise of those gathered.
- Cunning fox. - Stratos snorted in displeasure and departed.
Judging by her long ears, Santella was indeed a northerner, not a native of Swordgard.
😑
- I'm getting a bit ahead of myself, but would it be fair of me to assume that you're interested in taking part in the tournament and the brawl?
- If Lord Flowerescence so permits. After all, such amusements are the domain of the young, whose hearts are full of passion and ambition, and whose thirst for adventure still burns with a bright flame. Besides, I'm no longer in the shape to compete with the younger generation, especially one so gifted in some cases, - the knight cast his gaze over the part of the hall where he was standing. - Such opponents can only be beaten with more advanced weaponry. Though perhaps other reasons may arise for my participation, and I might feel like reliving my youth.
so what's the deal with the rules, in short?
1. no deaths and no slavery from Alex? but with active combat abilities
- If you decide to take part, my thoughts will be with you.
During the tournament and the bugurt, Santella's curse will be activated - while Orvald is on the arena, all other characters receive a -10% penalty to accuracy, evasion, and crit. chance.