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Count Orlov

What else do I need to respond to there, I'm completely confused

There was an important question from Revan: under Carnea's heel or the Sith women's?

Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт


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on the eve


The gloomy coolness of the family crypt always carried thoughts down a distant channel. The silence surrounding the measured slumber of the departed made one feel the meekness of one's own breath and the insignificance of all human existence.
— Praise be to the light, you cannot behold any of this, father. — She laid freshly gathered flowers at Alsira's tombstone. — And if the goddess has taken your soul, may the intricacies of reality not trouble you.
The usual ritual was bestowed upon her brother and mother. If only she had never been born into this world, mother would still be alive. Then brother would not have volunteered for the front against Deus and returned a cripple. Father would not have been struck down by grief and longing. And even now, seized by loss, they might have joined forces to overcome the hardships of cruel fate. But instead they rested, by the evil will of her being.

The usual morning quest did not ordinarily take much of her mind and time, but today the girl lingered longer in the stone depths of the oak grove. In vain did she try to find in the depths of her soul the bitterness of tears, the weight of sorrow, or the sweetness of despair. As always, her consciousness seemed to shrug indifferently: "Life is a sequence of chaos and suffering, I've seen plenty of it, little sister. It will devour everyone and then you too, nothing new or interesting."

Drawing forth the broken sword, Alsira gazed into the clouded reflection of the blade. The answering stare of a pair of scarlet eyes expressed nothing but a burned-out thousand-year torment. What had not been felt so keenly in childhood now enveloped her worldview more and more with each passing day.
Pressing the cold to her lips, she then raised the grim steel to her forehead:

"Father advised me to turn to you often, as he himself did at the head of the family. I, however, never troubled you with words. Phrases devoid of true faith seemed to me hypocrisy. I was never fortunate enough to find the conviction of light in my heart, and it is naive to think it will happen hereafter. Your rays have always burned me, marking me unworthy for sins unknown. And so, from the heights of the heavens, you are unlikely to find any interest in hearing or seeing me."
"The chronicles tell that in ancient times you appeared to lost and destitute novices. I do not mean myself. Can a life-spoiled aristocrat even be counted among such a number?.. But if this destruction was subject to the divine design, I ask only that you grant peace to those innocents who may still be able to rise toward the light. Not every being should end its posthumous state in monstrous, misshapen form."
"And if this treachery is steeped in nature itself, then carry out retribution through the hands of the last of the faithful. It is not fitting for madness to encroach upon the world. Great is the shadow's reach over the world, but even it cannot dance without the sun. And so, when the long-awaited hour strikes, let the finger of fate not delay its action. For the enemy's blade knows no mercy in waiting."


He who is born in peacetime will surely live to see war. He who finds his birth amid strife will perish before the coming of good times. He who gains immortality will end in the torments of eternal suffering. And he who parts with existence in the cycle of rebirth will come to know agony. And even he who attains divinity will one day be cast down from the heavens by other ambitions. There is no way out.
— Forgive me if my future decisions forever stain the honor of the dynasty, father.


well now we can finally get to the current day


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Born in peacetime shall surely see war. One born amid strife will perish before the coming of good times. One who gains immortality shall end in eternal torment. And one who parts with existence shall know agony in the cycle of rebirth. Even one who attains divinity shall one day be cast down from the heavens by other ambitions. There is no way out.

— Forgive me if my further decisions forever stain the honor of the dynasty, Father.

By the way, in my little world you can completely withdraw from reality. And who here is the good Mage Guild, and who is the evil one? Huh? Huh? :smile08:

Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт


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That feeling when you finish off a bugurt while running a fever, and then 3 days later you suddenly remember that the enemy Stefania has crit immunity...

Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно.
Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.

(Закон сохранения).

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Wrathful Miasma

That feeling when you finish off a rage-filled battle while running a fever, and then 3 days later you suddenly remember that the enemy's Stephanie has crit immunity...

And I told you that it's impossible to calculate and plan everything from the very start. You're bound to slip up somewhere, especially in battles.

Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт


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Wrathful Blight

That feeling when you finish off a raging tantrum while running a fever, and 3 days later, while acclimating, you remember that the enemy's Stephanie has immunity to crits...

And I told you that it's impossible to calculate and plan everything from the very start. You'll slip up somewhere, especially in battles.

And yet, no one noticed...
What's comforting is that in the end, it didn't affect anything. Well, except for the duration of the battle...

Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно.
Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.

(Закон сохранения).

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Rezara simp -> Rezara -> Renavan -> Sithian -> Elvielfiria -> Elvielfiria's complexes

a typical plot of a long-running anime


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That feeling when you finish off a brawl while running a fever, and then 3 days later you suddenly remember that the enemy's Stephanie has crit immunity...

Come on, back and forth, let's count crits and non-crits, declare the nuke and the events in Estelia a dog's dream! The passage to Ikazakan isn't closed either — Hatarait warned that two lords tried to bribe him at once, he gets a double nagarda from Adalard and gives a friendly tour there.

Графомания путешественника

Хроники сражений и эссе

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Wrathful Blight

That feeling when you finish off a raging battle while running a fever, and then 3 days later, while acclimating, you remember that the enemy's Stephanie has immunity to crits...

And I told you that it's impossible to calculate and plan everything from the very start. You're bound to slip up somewhere, especially in battles.

And yet no one noticed...
What's reassuring is that in the end it didn't affect anything. Well, except for the duration of the battle...

I remembered. But I wasn't really keeping a close eye on the battle anymore.