Knights of Tezoth

Alaria was no stranger to looking down on people, what with her height, and over the pesky little runt she towered like a cliff. The stubborn little man was trying to get through not just anywhere, but straight to the ruler of these lands, which did little to earn him any trust.

— State your name and the purpose of your visit, — Catharsis declared, sizing up the dwarf, — Lord Cartridge is a busy man.

- I represent the most powerful of Tezoth's regions! I am far too busy a man to waste my time on someone like you! Make way for a diplomat, you lumbering oaf!

For someone who called himself a diplomat, the dwarf lacked both tact and patience, and the ability to put any meaning into his words. The rudeness he displayed and his vague answer only heightened her suspicions. Anyone can claim to be an important figure and a diplomat, and this one hadn't even given his name or provided any proof of his status.

— Nevertheless, Mister Diplomat, you will have to spend it, — the "lumbering oaf" replied impassively, without changing her expression, — without knowing your name, the purpose of your visit, or even the name of the region you represent, I am not authorized to let you through. You haven't even provided any documents to confirm your status.

- Heh! You don't even know who you're talking to! - The gnome proudly presents his interlocutor with a document confirming that he is a representative of not exactly a lord, but of the Knight of Imperialism. - Standing before you is none other than Fravd Mong, the most important diplomat in all of Florenzan!

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Alaria indeed did not know who she was talking to, as she had heard this name for the first time in her life. Given the pride in his voice, however, one got the impression that this figure, insignificant in so many respects at once, genuinely believed it. Then again, even that could be a cunning ploy. Especially since the new acquaintance had still not stated the specific purpose of his visit.

— One moment, — putting on her glasses and squinting, the Tanarsian woman read through the "great diplomat's" credentials, — well, it looks legitimate. However, I still need to know the specific purpose of your visit. What matter does my lord Efereal wish to resolve with Lord Cartridge? Furthermore, given the tense situation in Tezoth, you'll have to forgive me, but the guard will have to search you. Not out of distrust for your name or that of your patron, mind you, don't misunderstand me, but because they could be used by scoundrels with ill intent. You understand that these are troubled times, and a person with malicious intentions, through magic or enchanted items, could disguise themselves as an important figure.

After quite a long time, Manka finally reaches the surface, and then Sanbornia, where she stays to live.

After quite a long time, Manka finally reaches the surface, and then Sandbornia, where she stays to live.

And where did she get so many supplies?

Looking at Stefania, Odlid also decides to join the dinner.

Odlid receives

One-Eyed
Aim -10%, evasion -20%.

From the rusty one's gaze, it was obvious he wouldn't wait long.

Rezara meets a mysterious knight in lavish, opulent armor.

– Greetings, sir. Please, make yourself comfortable. You have traveled a long way in dangerous and troubled times, – the lady of the Crimson Blade settled in comfortably. – We, the loyal defenders of Swordgard, are always friendly to our southern neighbors. What message does Lord Sutrmoln wish to convey to His Holiness?

Where did a new knight come from in Osha? When Adate suggests taking on a couple of new ones into service, it's not allowed. But for neighbors, it's fine. Unfair!

After quite a long time, Manka finally reaches the surface, and then Sunbornia, where she stays to live.

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Alaria was no stranger to looking down on people, given her height, and over the pesky little runt she towered like a cliff. The stubborn little man was trying to get through not just anywhere, but straight to the ruler of these lands, which did little to earn him trust.

"State your name and the purpose of your visit," said Catharsis, sizing up the dwarf with a glance, "Lord Cartridge is a busy man."

- I represent the most powerful of Tezoth's regions! I'm too busy a man to waste my time on someone like you! Make way for a diplomat, you blockhead!

For someone who called himself a diplomat, the dwarf lacked both tact and patience, and the ability to put meaning into his words. The rudeness he displayed and his vague answer only heightened her suspicions. Anyone can call themselves an important figure and a diplomat, and this one hadn't even given his name or provided any proof of his status.

"Nevertheless, Mister Diplomat, you will have to spend it," the "blockhead" replied impassively, her expression unchanged, "without knowing your name, the purpose of your visit, or even the name of the region you represent, I am not entitled to let you through. You haven't even provided any documents to confirm your status."

- Heh! You don't even know who you're talking to! - The little gnome proudly presents his interlocutor with a document confirming that he is a representative of not exactly a lord, but of a Knight of Imperialism. - Before you stands none other than Fravd Mong, the most important diplomat in all of Florenzan!

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Alaria truly did not know who she was talking to, as she was hearing this name for the first time in her life. Given the pride in his voice, however, one got the impression that this figure, insignificant in many respects, genuinely believed it himself. Though even that could have been a cunning ploy. Especially since the new acquaintance still hadn't stated the specific purpose of his visit.

"One moment," putting on her glasses and squinting, the Tarnassian woman read through the "great diplomat's" credentials, "well, it looks legitimate. However, I still need to know the specific purpose of your visit. What matter does milord Eferael wish to resolve with Lord Cartridge? Furthermore, due to the tense situation in Tezoth, you'll have to forgive me, but the guard will have to search you. Not out of distrust for your name or that of your patron, don't get me wrong, but because they could be used by scoundrels with ill intent. You understand that these are troubled times, and a person with malicious intentions can, through magic or enchanted items, disguise themselves as an important figure."

- Search away. Only those with dull minds carry sharp iron on them. My matter is of a diplomatic nature, upon which the fate of your little region depends.

Odlyd decides not to wait for an invitation and to end the trial as quickly as possible — he takes a new dish into his mouth and... Nothing noticeable seems to happen? Except that his trusty sword falls from his hands.

Odlyd receives:

Dullness
-1 to learning ability, stacks. 

And forgets:

Sword
The character can use a sword without penalty.

😒

— Odlyd, no!.. — Stefania, who wanted to bring up the topic that this food was dangerous, didn't have time to do anything. The warrior acted faster than she and Manka could react.

And shortly after, words were unnecessary. In an instant, something clicked in the head of the seemingly self-assured warrior, causing him to lose his blade. And his appearance clearly became much dumber. He had likely suffered irreparable damage.

All Stefania managed to do was knock the dish0 from his hands and completely get rid of the vile concoction so that no one else would repeat Odlyd's mistake.

— I suppose there's nothing else we can do but head to the camp with those freaks, — Stefania concluded. She felt awful inside, but right now she looked extremely composed, much like her own father.

And suddenly it turns out that the damned "eye" doesn't accept "its own" as a sacrifice...

After quite a long time, Manka finally reaches the surface, and then Sandbornia, where she stays to live.

---

Alaria was no stranger to looking down on people, given her height, and over the pesky little runt she towered like a cliff. The pesky little man was trying to get through not just anywhere, but straight to the ruler of these lands, which hardly added to his credibility.

"State your name and the purpose of your visit," said Catharsis, sizing up the dwarf with a glance, "Lord Cartridge is a busy man."

- I represent the most powerful of Tezoth's regions! I am too busy a man to waste my time on someone like you! Make way for a diplomat, you blockhead!

For someone who called himself a diplomat, the dwarf lacked both tact and patience, and the ability to put any meaning into his words. The rudeness he displayed and his vague answer only heightened her suspicions. Anyone can call themselves an important figure and a diplomat, and this one didn't even give his name or provide any confirmation of his status.

"Nevertheless, Mister Diplomat, you will have to spend it," the "blockhead" replied impassively, without changing her expression, "without knowing your name, or the purpose of your visit, or even the name of the region you represent, I am not entitled to let you through. You haven't even provided any papers that would confirm your status."

- Heh! You don't even know who you're talking to! - The little gnome proudly presents the interlocutor with a document confirming that he is a representative of not exactly a lord, but of a Knight of Imperialism. - Standing before you is none other than Fravd Mong, the most important diplomat in all of Florenzan!

---

Alaria indeed did not know who she was talking to, as she was hearing this name for the first time in her life. Given the pride in his voice, however, one got the impression that this figure, insignificant in many aspects at once, sincerely believed so. Though even that could have been a cunning ploy. Especially since the new acquaintance still hadn't stated the specific purpose of his visit.

"One moment," putting on her glasses and squinting, the Tarnassian woman read through the "great diplomat's" credentials, "well, it looks legitimate. However, I still need to know the specific purpose of your visit. What matter does milord Ephereal wish to resolve with Lord Cartridge? Furthermore, due to the tense situation in Tezoth, do forgive me, but the guards will have to search you. Not out of distrust toward your name or that of your patron, don't get me wrong, but because those names could be used by scoundrels with ill intent. You understand that these are troubled times, and a person with malicious intentions, through magic or enchanted items, can disguise themselves behind the face of an important figure."

- Search away. Only those with dull minds carry sharp iron. My matter is of a diplomatic nature, upon which the fate of your little region depends.

Having received consent, Catharsis orders the guards to search the gallant visitor.

I could go to Cartridge first and report about this fellow, so that I can already get a refusal or consent?