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-- Teacher, hello! -- Gulveig probably stood there a bit awkwardly with her bundle in her arms, blinking and wondering what to say and how to help. -- Does it hurt? Is it bad? Instinctively, the girl wanted to use "healing" to remove the negative effects, but, of course, that would be useless... By the way, why? Asking the teacher directly might be a bit rude, but Gulveig had been concerned for a long time about why neither ordinary healing of the Artery nor even the priestess living next door could help with this ailment. -- I would like to help, -- she finally stammered.
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Somewhat tired, Renold was returning from a difficult but productive training session. He was quite pleased with the results: he felt much more comfortable in light armor.
As he approached his chambers, Ilva caught up with him and practically dragged him into the room, slamming the door shut behind them.
"Hi... so, how was the training?" his sister asked from a distance, glancing at the fresh cuts and bruises adorning his hands and shoulders.
"Hi. It was okay," Renold said, rubbing his forehead with his index and middle fingers. "I learned how to handle light armor. Now, I hope it will be a little harder to 'die'." He added hesitantly.
"Listen, I'm sorry," his sister interrupted him, slightly guilty. "I said some stupid things in the heat of the moment, but you're trying so hard for us." Ilva lowered her eyes, counting the dust particles on the worn floor of the estate. "Sometimes I act like a spoiled girl."
"Yeah, that's true," Renold mumbled.
"What?"
"Uh, I mean, don't worry about it. It's just that I wasn't fighting well. The others did fine."
"Anyway, here, so you can train more successfully," Ilva said, handing her brother a package from which a fragrant aroma emanated. "Don't worry, it's not poisoned."
"Hmm, is this 'Joy'? My favorite," Renold said, exaggerating slightly. The only dish that Ilva excelled at was indeed delicious and literally added to his vitality, but he was already hoping to see some variety from his sister.
"Okay, you enjoy it, and I'll go. I have so much to do," Ilva said, blushing slightly. She gently placed her hands on Renold's shoulders, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him, this time on the lips. "I hope we can have a free evening at least tonight," she said with a smile as she said goodbye.
Renold saw his sister off with warm feelings, then unwrapped his meal and began to devour it greedily – he had little energy left after the training.
After finishing his meal, he replayed the recent battle with the dendroids in his mind. Now, every time he thought about the tree-like monsters, a lump of fear and disgust rose in his throat. He needed to do something about it. Perhaps Doctor Eisen could offer some advice? He just hoped his clinic was open today.
Confidently getting to his feet, the young man quickly threw his travel cloak, clumsily sewn by Ilva, over his shoulders and headed to the doctor's clinic.
— Yes, I'm overseeing the process, so to speak, but we have more than enough helping hands today.
okay, I'll go offer my help to someone else Having made sure that his help wasn't needed at the church, Anselm headed to training, deciding that he should learn to wear armor so that the forest incident wouldn't happen again.
- Heh, - the hunter just nodded and, rubbing his chin again, moved on to something more pressing. - So... Did you hear what happened that day? You know, when we went into the forest.
The luxurious estate of the Mariendorf family created a striking contrast against the other structures in Baldr. This was evident both in the rare materials used and in the skillful work of the builders, who worked under the close supervision of a talented architect. On the lawn with short-cut grass, Celine von Mariendorf and Yua were playing. Noticing the guest, the girls ran up to Alessia – Yua was the first, while Celine hid behind her back. “Aunt Alessia, good morning!” Yua performed an elegant curtsy and smiled radiantly. “Would you like to play with us?”
-- Good morning, -- Alessia forced a smile in response. -- I'm afraid I don't have time. Is Lady Cecilia in?
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Gerda opened the door for Anders and, without even greeting him, led him into the room where the furniture needed rearranging. She quickly explained that he needed to move the sofa and a couple of cabinets without damaging their contents.
- Uh, yeah, sure, I'll do it - Anders was a little embarrassed by Gerda's pragmatism - and, uh, would you like me to tell you how we and the guys fought with the dendroids in the forest?
Where do we go? Where do we end up when we save the world?
Place of Birth: Plains of Nakiri Date of Birth: 21.03.729
Akate's birth coincided with the very year the Arterian conflict began, and although the inhabitants of the Nakiri Plains were not greatly affected by it, the winds of the protracted war did reach these peaceful lands, leaving a strong imprint on the girl growing up amidst these events. At the age of ten, Akate became interested in the chronology of the war that had concluded by then and realized with horror that a similar fate could await her homeland as well. This discovery drove her to study history and mysticism in an attempt to prevent such a future. At sixteen, she set out to travel through Visteria, and two years later she was granted the blessing of Arteria, which only convinced her that she was on the right path.
Some of Akate's prophecies: - Regardless of the fate of the iron queen, the freedom-loving hawk is doomed to fall victim to the proud lion or the hungry wolf. - The days are not far off when the vengeance of the surviving Wizard of the magic land shall be fulfilled. - The ocean slumbers and gathers strength, preparing to overflow its shores.
Beyond her home, Akate is known as the "Mystic of Nakiri," but not many manage to meet her, as she is constantly traveling and does not reveal herself without good reason.
Stigma: Card of Fate Akate's divine power allows her to predict future events using fortune-telling cards and other unusual methods.
Effect of reading the book: a player whose character has read this information gains the opportunity to draw one additional card of fate of their choice for their next character.
The most interesting part, from the point of view of potentially useful information and biographies, and the most useless part, from the point of view of gameplay, is the bonus.
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- Regardless of the fate of the Iron Queen, the freedom-loving hawk is doomed to become a victim of the proud lion or the hungry wolf.
Is the Iron Queen Sophia? Is the Lion Artoria (the faction of loyalists?) Is the Wolf Elheim (or simply the rebels, or a faction supporting Royental?) Is the Hawk some faction that wants to secede from Serberia?Author
- The days are not far off when the vengeance of the surviving Wizard of the magical land will be fulfilled.
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- The ocean slumbers and gathers its strength, preparing to break free from its shores.
The main antagonist of the expedition will be Cthulhu. Seriously, it could be a hint at Artoria's return, given her connection to the marine element.
Added 3 minutes ago As an alternative, the inhabitants of Nakiri could be mentioned under the hawk. I completely forgot about them.
-E-yeah, of course, I'll do it - Anders was a little embarrassed by Gerda's pragmatism - and, uh, do you want me to tell you how we and the guys fought with the dendroids in the forest?
— With dend...dend-who? Count Orlov
-- Good morning, -- Alessia forced a smile in response. -- I'm afraid I don't have time. Is Lady Cecilia in her room?
— Too bad! Aunt Cecilia is in her workshop today... And are you busy, since you don't have time? Maybe I can help you with something?Morning
- Heh, - the hunter just nodded and, rubbing his chin again, turned to something more pressing. - So... Did you hear what happened that day? When we went to the forest.
— I heard, and I must say, it's a pity that I missed the opportunity to see such a sight with my own eyes. I have never seen anything like it in my life.Arandor
well, I'll go offer my help to someone else Having made sure that his help was not needed in the church, Anselm went to training, deciding that he should learn to wear armor, so that the forest incident would not happen again.
Are you learning light armor?Heroist
Confidently getting to his feet, the young man quickly threw his travel cloak over his shoulders, hastily sewn by Ilva, and headed to the doctor's clinic.
At the clinic, Renold was unlucky enough to cross paths with Mira, one of the nurses working here. The girl was distinguished by a very bad temper and often made one wonder how she even got this job with such a character. — Good afternoon, Mr. Renold, — she greeted the visitor with dead fish eyes, — or rather, it was good until you appeared.
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-- Teacher, hello! -- Gulveig stood a little awkwardly with her bundle in her hands, blinking her eyes and thinking about what to say and how to help. -- Does it hurt? Badly? Instinctively, the girl wanted to use "healing" to remove the negative effects, but, of course, it would be useless... By the way, why? Asking the teacher himself would be a little rude, perhaps, but Gulveig has long been concerned about the question of why neither ordinary healing of Arteria, nor even the priestess living next door, could help with this ailment. -- I would like to help, -- she finally stammered.Probably, yes.
— As always. — Virgil smiled, resisting another bout of pain. — It's not something I can't handle myself, but since it gives me a lot of pain with every movement and even breathing, I prefer to move less.
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