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"- My lady is not good enough for me, alas." - Said the insolent Albusian, tossing a rose at the defeated one.
— It is regrettable that no match can be found for such high standards. — Having taken the hit, Alsira nonetheless immediately sprang to her feet; unlike in previous battles, no assistance from the doctors was needed here. — At such a pace, dear milord, only the one gripping your shaft shall remain a reliable partner. — She sees him off with a graceful turn.
Picking up the rose, the girl clenches her palm where the thorns still remained. A new wave of sobering pain leaves a softening aftertaste after yet another taste of the dirt. Tossing the flower into the nearest bin, she takes over the care of the pegasus from the healers.
— Your good mistress has brought you much trouble, hasn't she? Having scratched her hands and broken a couple of nails, she somehow pulls the bloodied nails out of the fur. She bandages the wound cut deep by a sword strike, smearing her ceremonial dress, squelching the heels of her mirror shoes along the battle-stained path.
After stroking the pegasus, she takes it by the bridle and leads it on foot to the stables under the care of the royal servants, and then to the guest quarters to tidy herself up.
This time, Ambrose merely sees a page with a drawing of a raven blocking out the sun. Further reading of this book may likely affect his worldview...
-- Fate sends me signs of what is to come, but their essence eludes me. My wisdom here falls short, and I must seek counsel elsewhere. After the skirmish with the Northerners, which the knight, despite his defeat, was very pleased with — for the main thing is to have a grand time, toppling as many opponents as possible oneself, rather than necessarily being the last one standing — Ambrose will try to seek out the Knight of Wisdom and ask for her advice.
Anella Blood, though busy studying the mirror entrusted to her by Axel, nevertheless managed to spare a few minutes of her time for the young warrior. Upon learning the details, she invited him to simulate a duel, during which she allowed herself to familiarize herself with the contents of the mysterious book.
- The text itself holds absolutely no interest. - She concluded, finishing her analysis. - These are not words of spells, let alone formulas of curses, but merely someone's poetry and thoughts on given topics. It seems that one of the followers of the Raven of Dawn placed special enchantments on it, affecting the laws of the universe at the level of this single object — which is precisely why its so peculiar, seemingly absurd, requirements work in the real world. Nevertheless, I sense no threat from the book, though its contents may well affect the reader's worldview.
-- Thank you for the time you've given. Truly they say your wisdom yields but little to your graceful beauty. One thing remains a mystery to me: what is the inner essence of those beliefs professed by the Raven's acolytes? Of them all, I know only the priestess who came to this hall from Duskwing, and if the other faiths of Tezoth are clear and simple, like their adherents, then the temper, ideas, and rule of life of the otherworldly entity's priests will not yield to the logic of the minds of men who know not the Universal Octaves.
- There are none. The followers of this deity differ from other people only by self-identification, while the origins of the priests remain shrouded in a veil of darkness to this day. Who knows, perhaps they are nothing more than earthly avatars of this entity?
-- So, this is an impenetrable abyss, a whirlpool of danger and secrets; only he who dares take the step will learn what lies hidden in the depths... -- Ambrose thoughtfully scratched his stubble, pondering whether this was closer to bravery or foolishness. -- And the priests, how great is their power usually over the flock heeding their call? Might we find here the answer, whether they are truly close to the otherworldly shadow, or is it merely a mixture of customs and secret knowledge?
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Злобный Ящур
Heroist