Knights of Tezoth

I really miss Florentzan in the character table, because I didn't remember everyone by their titles... best of all the aromatic cupcakes, since she seems reasonable. + there are real cupcakes there, and I'm afraid to imagine what kind of rasstegai that is

That's true https://heroesworld.ru/post/121321898/

How I miss Florentzan in the character table, because I haven't memorized everyone by their titles... best of all, aromatic cupcakes, since she seems reasonable. + there are actual cupcakes there, and I'm afraid to imagine what kind of rasstegai that is

There is such a thing https://heroesworld.ru/post/121321898/

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01.03.286

- I love the wretched!

This extremely strange, but now well-known motto of the Knight of Spiritual Wealth was first uttered by him on that distant day in a conversation with his closest friend.

- You are insane, like all adherents of your belief. Not surprising, though—a normal person wouldn't become a wizard; the Sithian nature is proof of that.

- You don't understand, Dominic! A man is not grass or an ant; he does not know his purpose, makes mistakes, feels lost in this boundless world where nothing is clear-cut and everything seems frightening, incomprehensible, and threatening. Moral shortcomings are not a vice, but small accidents that make people human.

- That doesn't mean you need to extend a helping hand to every lazy bastard. All they need to stop being melancholic outcasts of society is a bit of hard work.

- It's easy to talk from the heights of someone who has always been strong in spirit and comes from a prosperous family, my friend, but not everyone has been so blessed. The wounds inflicted by life can, like a bone in the throat, hinder even a simple glance forward.

- What nonsense did you just utter?.. Never mind, the useless must either find the strength to change or they should crawl into some deep hole and never show themselves in society again. I'm sick to death of these whining nonentities who complain about everything. A parasite whines about the injustice of wealth distribution, yet he himself can't bring himself to lift his worthless ass, learn something, and finally do something useful in his life. A loner whines about what beasts the opposite sex are, yet he can't even brush his teeth and comb his hair when he leaves the house. And so it is with all of them. They whine, whine, whine, but don't want to act. It's precisely from such people that Iphilla only grows fatter.

03.08.290

One day, in an attempt to learn new methods of self-improvement, my lord Skilishue Flaveresens visited Tasanica, but before returning home, he decided to wander the surroundings and eventually stumbled upon a dilapidated-looking house, inside which he found a drunken orgy. One of the participants in this affair overdid it with alcohol and other entertainments, unexpectedly for herself and everyone else present, finding herself on the verge of death—her "friends" couldn't care less, but the young knight could not stand by. He brought her back to life and temporarily rented a room in a nearby hotel to help her get back on her feet. They spent several weeks there, and on the day when it was time to say goodbye, he declared:

- Ivonaday, marry me.

As one might guess from the character sheet, in the end they did get married, and it was not possible to fully fix the Knight's wretched state — at times depression would wash over her and she would commit reckless acts. She would drink until she blacked out, give herself to random acquaintances, inflict physical harm on herself, sob and beg for forgiveness, sometimes throw hysterics for no reason, and much, much more — but Skilishue Flavoresence accepted all of this as human imperfection and always calmed and forgave his spouse.

f***ing idiot.

Finally stepping out into the fresh air, Lester inhales it through his nose and grunts thoughtfully. The city's smell is familiar, cool, in some ways dirty, in others majestic and golden, but there is a note of unease in it, uncharacteristic of its usual state. People seem to be going about their business as if unaware of the news, which is unsurprising given the artificial suppression of it, yet some intuitive nervousness shows in their movements: there, a shopkeeper dropped a couple of apples, and in trying to pick them up, knocked over the whole basket; here, two burly men bumped shoulders, and after glaring at each other, decided to part ways peacefully, each feeling they had been worn out; and over there, a mother slaps her child on the back of the head for straying a few steps to see a shiny toy in a shop window, the child cries that she left his father, and people look at her disapprovingly.

- We should clearly split up — that way we'll cover more ground in the shortest time, - Lester nods to Ambrose; then he claps his squire on the shoulder, who had been waiting outside all these two weeks of negotiations. - Missed me? Well, here I am! Show some manners, greet Lord Ambrose, my loyal friend, comrade, and brother. He can beat you so badly you'll end up in the next world without even realizing it, and the poems he writes — they'll send you flying into the stratosphere! But anyway, that's not the point. A test for you, Alceus. What unusual or strange things did you notice while standing at the gate? - Vargas gestures at the surroundings. - You surely weren't counting ants; out of boredom, you must have been noting everything happening. Go on, spill it, - the Dawn's enthusiastic face grins right at the squire, then he explains. - And throw everything at me, even if you think, "well, that's some nonsense, not worth my lord's attention..." — no, dump it all. I'll analyze it, and we'll see from there.

She then gave me her address for some reason, saying I should come by when I have time to receive a thank you or something like that. Well, that's about it, nothing else happened.

And is it common knowledge who ruled before Carnea in Revnland and at what age she became the leader?

And is it common knowledge who was in charge in Ravnland before Carnea and at what age she became the leader?

Hmm... Around age 17, before that it was her old man, whose name I haven't come up with yet)

Is it common knowledge who ruled in Revnland before Carnea and at what age she became the leader?

Hmm... Around 17 years old. Before that, it was her father, whose name I haven't revealed yet.)

Was Revnland under her father the same kind of dump with the ambitions of utter morons, or is she the one with the quirks?

"— It is what it is," — Stefania smiled. — "The main thing is that father, in a fit of emotion, doesn't drop everything and go clear the rubble himself."

Everyone who knew how much Roderick loved his daughters had no doubt that this was the first thing that came to his mind. However, the weight of responsibility would most likely prevent him from abandoning his affairs and rushing off.

"— I am very pleased with your state of mind. As well as His Most Wise's, for that matter. It's good to have someone to rely on in such a difficult time. And I would have stayed to chat with you to my heart's content, but I need to visit our other friends as well. So, if you don't mind, I'll leave you for now."

Having said goodbye to the Knight of the Lush Meadows, Stefania headed to the next one on the list. It was the Knight of the Glow.