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Milord Axel has returned to Canamia and may walk around the city in anticipation of further events in the faction struggle.
and can he fly to other provinces?
- He got your name, even if it was a false one, but I didn't! How is that? Alright, not important. Alseus. You never served in the army, but do you know what they do to those who fall asleep on watch? In peacetime - ten lashes and ten extra duty assignments. In wartime - execution by firing squad, - Lester gazes sternly at the squire for a while, then his features soften. - Lucky for you that you're not in the army, isn't it? And that your milord thinks outside the box. Perhaps what happened isn't so useless after all. As I see it, it correlates quite well with our task today. This is another quality that a servant of His Lordship must possess... no, a man. To turn even one's own failure to the benefit of the common cause, - he rises from his crouch, holding the business card into the chronicler's field of view. - So, do you know anything? Can you read it? You look quite erudite. And if not you, then who?
Let your faction's movement fly by action...
- Well, there it is. - "Explained" Eptsiletos. The squire had already resigned himself to the fate of being executed by firing squad, and had even begun to fantasize about what exactly he would be shot with - arrows, Olivus bullets, or something else, but milord Lester, as it turned out, had saved his hide. - Maybe I do know, but I won't tell you. - In truth, the chronicler couldn't make out what was written there either, but didn't mention it. - Ask the blessed milord, he looks more erudite than you and surely won't refuse a comrade.
"It would be desirable to inspect the works of the Sithi brush, but the schedule of the coming day is already filled with uninvited tourists... The flow of imperialism's profitable connections also arouses genuine interest." — Having listened to the maidservant, the acting head nodded. "You have handled the assignment beyond all praise, Luciferia. The Crimson Sunset, is it?.. That nickname seems to descend straight from the pages of well-known literature. Tell me, do you know anything about them? It seems to me that behind elite Sithi warriors in the service of Tezoth's coin there must stand a splendid story."
- Ooh, before he gets to us, the little people will surely have bought everything up! - Luciferia sighed. - He should have chosen his route more wisely, though perhaps there is no particular strategic sense in visiting us with goods. About the Crimson Sunset I can say little, but I can say something nonetheless. - The servant tells of the enchanters of the squad's members. - Sonar, their commander, does this in order to hone his mastery of the sword — in human conflicts there is a great field for that, which one cannot find on farms. Misanthropy hates humans more than the usual, especially free ones, and follows his inner calling, trying to destroy as many of them as possible. Kiill, as far as I know, is simply a pervert. Sharmon studies human ways and methods of countering your civilization. Alanda's motives are unknown to me. I have not heard any famous legends about their activities with my own ears, but apparently right now is an excellent time to create new ones!
Lord Axel has returned to Canamia and may walk around the city in anticipation of further events in the faction struggle.
Hmm... I wanted to fly around everything I need in a circle to be faster. Or is time counted simply by turns and it doesn't matter where you fly from to, say, Olivus?
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
- How is it that father and Eugene are so awesome, yet ended up in such an absurd situation? Now they'd have to die underground while the fate of all Tezoth is decided on the surface, yeah. And did your strategies and fencing really help you that much? Ehh... Well, never mind, those two will somehow survive. - Despite the contemptuous tone in his voice, deep down Aldelion worried about his relatives. - And Hatarait has disappeared somewhere. At least Iron stayed here; Rainris gives me goosebumps. He could have been a perfectly nice guy, but those cold eyes of his... Brrr. Hmm. Oh. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was bothering him now, the young heir hung on the wall of his room a portrait of the Deity of the Dark Age he had previously stashed away - this depiction of Satanid the Malevolent had been painted by the capital's artist Aforzius Roselizhener on his own commission, and only now could he make use of its buffs. +1 to learning, +1 to all characteristics. - Hehehe... His Malevolence would hardly approve of this look, but he's no longer in this world, so there's no one to protest. Should I go lift some iron myself? A healthy mind in a healthy body, as they say. Oh, right - I need to find Heraldica, maybe I can offload some of my duties onto her. Where on earth has she gotten to? Of course!
Having gathered himself, Aldelion headed into the forest, found a hole in the ground hidden by leaves and branches, climbed down into it, and set off wandering through the long tunnels whose existence only he and his cousin knew about. After several hours of such wandering, his ears finally caught the sound of a pickaxe striking stone. - You're still digging tunnels, aren't you tired of it? - No. - Aren't you hungry? - No. - Let's go up. - No. - Let's go. - Fine, let's go. And they went. - Still sulking at uncle for not taking you along? - Yep. - Come on, maybe it's for the best. - It's not for the best. I really wanted to go on the expedition. - Well, maybe such an opportunity will come up in the future. - It won't. And anyway, I'll either be killed in the war or raped by Carnea's spies. - ... What are you talking about? - The truth. - What truth, what are you even talking about, what spies? - Spy ones. - Talking to you is sometimes even harder than talking to Eugene. - Talking to Eugene is easy. He's straightforward. - Too much so, if you ask me. - You could take a page from his book. - I've been told that my whole life. Should I also hit on every dumpling I meet? - I think your father would like that more than what you have now. - ... - And anyway, Eugene doesn't hit on everyone, only those he takes a liking to. - Yeah, but that trait loses its meaning given the numbers, don't you think? - I don't know. I'm a virgin, after all, what can I tell you about that? - ... Did you find anything interesting underground? - A diamond vein, some gold, giant centipedes. - The last one could have been skipped. - Don't worry, they're too big - they won't fit in your ear or mouth. - Gera! - Aldelion facepalmed. - Are you sure you're my relative? - What, is there anyone normal among us? - True enough... Hmm, looks like we've reached the surface.
Can we randomly run into Lok? Like, Axel flew in and headed straight to the bar first thing x) Or, while flying over the city, he noticed a familiar aura at 25 aesthetics.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Can we and Lok accidentally cross paths? Like, Axel flew in and the first thing he did was head to the bar x) Or, while flying over the city, he noticed a familiar aura with 25 aesthetics.