Knights of Tezoth

What adorable servants. I hope they just die quickly and Karneya doesn't do anything like that to them.

Lucky for him that he's not my servant. For that he'd get at least 10 lashes with a whip. The Sithians need neither magic nor troops to conquer Tezoth. Just send in more Sithian women. The heels themselves will cut down all the disobedient for a chance to kiss a shoe. God, how I hate men...

You forgot me, Nebos, Alex, and Deus.

"A bit" earlier to his squire:
- Listen, don't go down unfamiliar paths. You know what Their Lordship told me in my time? Something like, "this house suits you best of all, take it from all at once, and don't hesitate," but they didn't explain what was what.
- So, I ran into this myself. Look here, - Vargas touches the bookshelf with his dagger, pulling it back just in time - steel snaps instantly from a pre-planned trap in place of the dagger, biting off the hand of someone unfamiliar with the surroundings. - Get it? Ha-hah! Like - the house protects itself, doesn't even need guards! I was really stressed at first, but then I got used to it. Some crazy architect designed it, and since then few have lived in it! I've discovered a large number of these devices, but not all, and I've forgotten some, to my regret. I've personally added some too; you can never have too many of these contraptions. So don't go where you shouldn't. And where you should - I'll outline for you what's safe where I've definitely figured it out. As for the rest - make yourself at home. You're now my close associate, which means you deserve the best of everything. And I wouldn't want to see you reaching for a teapot and ending up without a head. My squire should have his head on his shoulders! If not him, then who? Me? Circumstances must prevent that in any format! I do have a couple of servants, but they're in the know.
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- What am I missing, what do you think? Clearly not riding, could it be shooting? So I'll take those knives, remember how Milady used to tear things apart with them, and I have millions of them, a whole armory. What skill am I lacking? Healing, to patch you up if needed? Am I a doctor? Well, there was that one time, but... Maybe finish my chameleon form in public, so to speak? In other words, what are your suggestions? - Lester asks about one extra skill for the squire after another sparring session where he again couldn't beat a pocketknife with a sword.

btw, I wanted to stop by some capital city shop! there are gifts waiting at home 😟

On the way to Florensan after the birthday.

- And if against magical weapons there is most likely no defense, except for the same magic or similar items, then against flying enemies we can find a solution. And I'm not talking about those bulky machines that require a lot of effort and time to operate, but something more compact that could arm every warrior. This is the direction we should be working in, Gustav. What do you think about this?

- I completely agree, my lord. However, this will require time and resources, not to mention a bright mind capable of inventing such a device.

- Yes, we could use Lord Goodguy's help, but how to convince him to sponsor this idea? Well, there will be something to do upon arriving home.

btw. doesn't the lord have any friends in metals? I actually wanted to clarify, but didn't have time. and can we retroactively account for the fact that I shared this idea about the weapon with him? idk how much time has passed.

Sithian immigrant women welcome in this kingdom

Rezara fell into deep thought. In her musings, she somehow envisioned an imperious Sith lady with a leash.

"We are all going to die," thought the Lady of the Crimson Blade.

"Any action we take could be either a success or a failure," Rezara remarked grimly. "It seems we will have to meet the returned Deus in person and ask him questions face to face. It is dangerous, but now danger lurks everywhere for us."

Deus could easily have killed them, bent them to his will, or deceived them, but something had to be done, didn't it?

- Albus is not good enough for our kingdom, alas. - Alcira said upon learning the news of what had happened in the region.

Revan, I have a couple of questions about taunt:

1) If the taunt target is too slow to reach and attack, does it just run toward the taunting character?

2) If the character with taunt is flying, and the target doesn't have enough weapon range, does it still run?

If there isn't enough SP to reach the target, a taunted unit can attack someone along the way toward it, if there's anyone to attack. If the character is a melee fighter and the target is in the air, then... Well, the taunt won't work until the target comes down.

There was no one in Sordgard who did not hold Afortek Transend in the deepest respect. He was a ruler whose help and counsel even the most insignificant person could seek. A strict but caring grandfather, serving as a shield for the entire kingdom — the subjects of Sordgard were proud of their lord. A man of iron will and unyielding principles, he was not consumed by personal ambition and strictly followed the demands of his duty to the residents of both his own region and their shared country. Adata Transend was no exception and held great love for her father. She received the news of his death with the fortitude characteristic of the northerners, but as the following days passed, the wound formed in her heart not only failed to heal but only grew larger. Every day her mind was assailed by happy memories of the past, which made her want to curl up in a corner and never come into the light, but the question of succession had to be resolved soon — the region could not remain without a lord any longer, and so she had to take part in all those events devoid of dignity. The realization that the three of them had shamed an impeccable reputation was also eating away at her from within. And yet, she could not allow anyone else to inherit her father's cause, and so Rezara's words became the final push for her. "It seems we will have to meet the returned Deus." Yes, indeed, it would be better to meet him before the other two do.

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It was believed that the life of Renavan the Pious had ended twenty-four years ago in the embrace of his beloved and the river's current. He was the father of Koimaji, the grandfather of Mariarnelia. If one were to assume that the information about his death was exaggerated, distorted, or initially unreliable, then there was nothing surprising in beholding his monarchical visage here and now.

- Your Piety, - Adata limited herself to a respectful curtsy, refraining from kneeling, - I will get straight to the heart of the problem troubling all my countrymen.

- Countrymen? Why does the daughter of noble Afortek dissemble before the face of truth, donning the garments of false modesty?

- My subjects.

- It is pleasing to my ear that your ambitions are not destined for the graveyard of regrets.

- Thank you.

- Then tell me, appointed lady of northern Tezoth, what serves as the source of your heart's unrest?

Glancing at Rezara, Adata recalls the questions they decided to ask Deus on the way here.

You can simply write what you think needs to be learned, or forget about it and attack him yourself with questions or a sword.

"Right, I'll die because of such nonsense," thought the squire, and aloud replied, - I understand you, my lord, I'll try to keep my head on my shoulders. After all, who in our day loses their head just like that? Sounds like something from tales of old.

- How about expanding your retinue? - That is, a "partner." - This way you would gain several new skills at the price of only one fragment of your attention.

definitely a spy, a non-spy wouldn't have advised such a thing

Lester: takes the "Partner" skill

Reaniel: Alm, introduce yourself to your new master!

Although Rezara did not hold Renavan in particular esteem, for Tezoth had seen Deuses far more worthy than him, she still felt awe at the sight of the snow-white visage of the returned lord. Something about him inspired reverence. Majesty or enigma... Rezara could not say for certain. Renavan looked quite human and could even pass for his age. The late Lord Afortek, eternal glory to him, had been preserved no worse in his final years. Deuce, however, spoke with all the intonations and ornate expressions of his granddaughter. A family trait, apparently...

– Lady Rezara Sanjore greets Your Piety, – the Crimson Blade repeated her friend's gesture.

They had accumulated no shortage of questions... But three stood out as most pressing:

"Had Deuce arrived to help Tezoth escape the crisis that had arisen and punish the traitors who had plotted to plunge humanity into an abyss of chaos?"

"Would Deuce support Adata Transend's claims to the throne of Sordgard? And if so, at what price?"

"Where had his all-honored deusian backside been wandering for 24 years, and had he succeeded in fulfilling his old dream?"

The phrasing, of course, remained Adata's prerogative.

I don't remember anything, but for some reason this name evokes painful feelings in me.