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Damage taken: 17x25=425

Found themselves a tank.

Having reached a tall, very old, and seemingly mighty tree, the group (or a part of it, or a specific character) goes around it and finds a small hole in the trunk of the forest giant. Inside, they discover an unconscious girl, about 12-13 years old, who was wrapped in thick vines and likely couldn't have gotten out on her own.

Who wants to volunteer to receive the forest curse?
Actually, my character is relatively strong, so I can take the risk. And if not, I'll stand nearby and be ready to cast a heal if needed.

We examine the tree, the child, the vines, and other elements of this location, Veselodom, to check for any surprises.

Veserod doesn't notice any (additional) surprises.

Kallentia certainly didn't expect to find a child hidden in a tree here, in the forest. It was almost funny – some people find children in gardens, and their group found one deep in the woods. How the girl got here, and whether she was even human or just another trick of a forest spirit, was unclear to Argalia. Nevertheless, the girl didn't want to risk the child's life because of her suspicions or doubts, so after calling for the medic, Rheya, she and Gulveig carefully untangled the vines that had caught the child and just as carefully took her out of the tree.

The girl transforms into a monster and eats Calentia and Gulveig, with no possibility of healing.

Calentia and Gulveig successfully carry out their plan, while Rohei finds nothing that would require his medical skills.

So, shall we take her with us and return to Gungnir, to inform him that we have found a new daughter for him, and a new younger sister for us?

“As if our haven wasn’t crowded enough,” thought Gulveig, trying to position the girl on her back (or however it would be most comfortable to carry her).

Vote:
1. Take it home.
2. Impale it with a spear/sword.
3. Leave it for the wolves to eat.

“Let me do it,” Kalentia stopped her friend, “I don’t want to think about what will happen if you accidentally drop it.”

– Well, then we’ll have to treat her, – Vegi shrugged and agreed with Cal’s new plan.

As with many other allies in the squad, the attack of the enraged dendroids came as a complete surprise. Renold was just about to make a joke about talking trees when everyone suddenly found themselves in no mood for humor. In the heat of battle, it was difficult to pay attention to his comrades and follow the rapid orders from command, but the young man tried to do everything he could. He quickly realized that their training duels and friendly beatings of a defenseless golem were nothing compared to a real, dangerous fight. Here and there, under the onslaught of heavy wooden blows and branches flying like spears, his allies fell, many of whom he had grown up with for many years. Renold himself, twice blinded and quite battered, despite all the efforts of the kind-hearted Gulveig, understood that he didn't have much time left. The sword was firmly stuck in the tenacious roots of the trees, not causing any significant damage. The only thing he could do was give the others time to properly chop down the cursed wood, distracting as many enemies as possible. At one point, a sharp branch slashed at his legs, causing him to lose his balance. The next moment, a heavy blow to the chest seemed to knock all the breath out of him: the young man fell to his knees, like a fish desperately trying to catch its breath with its mouth. His ribs seemed to be pressed somewhere deep inside his body, and with a sharp, hacking cough, clots of thick blood gushed onto the clearing. Somehow wiping his face with the sleeve of his bloodstained, tattered cloak, Renold got to his feet and raised his weapon. Through the haze that had clouded his eyes and the numerous branches of the dendroids, he clearly saw Ilva's frightened face: his sister had rushed towards him a couple of steps, but was immediately stopped by the thick of the battle. Her lips moved slightly, as if whispering something, but from that distance and the noise of the battle, the young man couldn't make out a single word. But the sight of Ilva seemed to give him new, last strength: looking around, Renold concluded that there were still too many enemies. The pain faded into the background. They couldn't, they mustn't get to Ilva. Perfectly aware that the next wound would cripple him so badly that even timely medical help would hardly be able to do anything, he bravely rushed at the nearest dendroid. He dodged a lazily thrown log and struck again with all the power that burst out of his soul. The hand holding the sword hilt noticeably cracked, sending a wave of sharp pain through his arm, but the wooden body of the enemy also split in two with a similar crack, and the giant fell to the ground before the victor. As if offended by the death of its comrade, the other dendroids turned their shapeless faces towards him. Renold dodged one, two, three, four, five attacks, but then he felt a heavy blow to the back of his head. The ground went out from under his feet, his vision darkened, and, losing all remaining strength, the young man heavily collapsed to the ground face down. He felt and thought nothing. How he didn't want to wake up from that glorious, deep sleep! Today was definitely some kind of important holiday. People, whom Renold undoubtedly recognized as his parents, were talking animatedly about something around the spacious kitchen table of their old estate. He struggled to slide off his tiny children's chair and, swaying from side to side, slowly headed towards them. Noticing his approach, the adults' voices fell silent. The young man tried to look at his parents' faces, but for some reason both of them were hidden in darkness. He noticed a small pile of diapers and sheets that his mother was carefully holding in her arms. "Look how nicely he's walking already!" said a gentle female voice. "Yeah, he'll be learning fencing soon," echoed a slightly gruff male voice, but with the same barely perceptible notes of approval. "Ren, do you want to see your little sister?" his mother asked him, tilting the bundle of fabric she was holding. In its depths, some movement was clearly visible, and a rhythmic sigh could be heard. The young man cautiously approached the woman and, with interest, peered under the raised cloth, surprised to meet the gaze of a tiny, wrinkled baby face. Slightly opening her eyes, the girl assessed him with her piercing blue eyes, after which she noticeably frowned and cried loudly. "Well, well, M..." the name of the sister was drowned out by the sound of the wind rustling through the green crowns of the mighty oaks. "Now, now, be quiet. This is your brother, Renold. Renold..." Renold, Renold. "Renold!" The young man suddenly opened his eyes, not understanding where he was and what was happening. His gaze met Ilva's celestial eyes again. His sister was sitting next to him, bent over his face, and saying something. Tiny drops of tears streamed down her pale face, falling on his cheeks. "Yes, I'm okay," Renold replied in a single word, after which he struggled to sit up and looked around. Apparently, the battle was over and they had won, and no one was seriously injured. Looking at his sister, he was relieved to see that she was not even wounded. So, his training had not been in vain. He had succeeded. "Yeah, those were some tough guys," he said with some fear and disgust, nodding towards the remaining branches and splinters, which were abundantly scattered all over the battlefield. "But the main thing is, you're okay." "Idiot!" Ilva raised a tiny fist and lowered it on Renold's shoulder. Then again, and again. "If you ever... think of dying again, I'll never forgive you!" she said sharply, jumping to her feet, as if trying to maintain her composure and not burst into tears, and walked away from her bewildered brother. Reality once again pierced Renold's consciousness with an unpleasant sting. They were as if pitied. Not by the old Gungnir, but by nature itself. But in a real battle, he would "die" again. And perhaps several other comrades as well. And he would never see Ilva's beautiful celestial eyes again.

10.02.779

This time, returning to Baldr felt heavier than even after a whole day devoted to duels: their legs worked with difficulty, and the accumulated physical and moral fatigue so inclined the kids to lie down as soon as possible, which many did immediately upon arriving in the city.  The girl found in a tree trunk was decided to be shown to Eisen, but he, like Ryohei, concluded that she was completely healthy. In his opinion, modern medicine could not determine the cause of the patient's unconscious state, however, to the relief of Gungnir and others who worried about it, a couple of days later she regained consciousness on her own. As it soon turned out, she remembered neither her past nor even her name, so attempts to find her relatives promised to be fruitless. For this reason, Gungnir decided to take her in and gave her the name "Yua". Cecilia tailored clothes for the baron's new ward, and Almandina volunteered to help her get used to life in Baldr.  Despite the cards dealt by life, Yua managed to show herself as a very energetic, cheerful, and kind-hearted child. It was clear that she loved both her new family and other residents of her new place of residence. Yua tries to help those around her in every way and loves spending time at church, at the "Amber", or in the company of Celine von Mariendorf, with whom she managed to become friends surprisingly quickly despite the extremely shy nature of the young aristocrat.  For Daniel, Shino, Gulveig, and Calentia, the second week of February did not go well — they had to work hard helping Hans in the garden beds (-1 OS), where Gungnir put them to work after learning about what happened in the house of the former landsknecht. He praised the quartet for the fact that Hans was interested in something for the first time in a long while, but noted that their behavior left much to be desired, and therefore agreed with the man's proposal when he suggested that his wards work off their misdeed in his vegetable garden. Hans himself, however, did not sit still and also actively participated in the process, periodically egging on his helpers.

North of Baldr
✧ Brekkendorf Estate
A large house where the Brekkendorf couple and all their wards who have not found their own housing reside. Here is also a training hall with a mountain of various equipment and a "bulletin board" - a place where city residents leave various tasks for Gungnir's charges.
★ Training.
★ Teaching basic skills.
! Bulletin board.

City Square
✧ Statue of Arteria
A statue of the goddess of the sea painted in sunny color.
✧ Cafe "Amber"
Claudia Aham's cozy establishment. 
❤ ❤ ???
✧ Church of Arteria of Baldr 🕮
A sanctuary of the Arterian faith and, concurrently, the place of residence of the acting priestess of Baldr. 
✧ Krista
Gregor Filanemo's shop.
✧ Baldr Market
A place for selling various goods, in particular - food products.
✧ Norbert's Workshop
A shop with a wide assortment of reliable but unrefined equipment.
✧ Truth 🕮
Bookstore.
✧ Sunna
Board games store.

East of Baldr
✧ Mariendorf Clinic
Eisen's clinic.
★ Psychotherapy.
✧ Cecilia's Shop
Unlike "Shining Flowers", it provides goods and services for clients of both sexes. 
✧ Mariendorf Manor
The rich house of Eisen and Cecilia.
★ ?
✧ Pond
A cozy little pond in the center of the residential area of this part of the city.
✧ Air House

West of Baldr
✧ Matthias' House
✧ Gregor's House
✧ Virgil's House
✧ Pasture
✧ Veserod's Sheepfold
✧ Fields of Baldr
✧ Hans' House
✧ Britta's House
✧ Gerda's House

South of Baldr
✧ Stables
✧ Inn "Hermit"
✧ Eugen's Chronicles
A news publication covering events in Serberia as a whole and Eugen in particular. 

➜ North, into the mountains. 
➜ West, into the forest. 
➜ South, into the forest, northern Tamfan road. 
➜ East, into the forest. 
✧ Victor's House

Do the star-shaped units spend event points? And why are they different colors?

Having recovered somewhat from the recent events, Renold decided to check the quest board for new assignments.