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— Okay!
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Posts from ⚔️Serberia
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Ple-Sen
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Kalentia nodded in agreement.
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When Yua finishes eating, Gulveig will take her... Where does she usually dwell/live around here? Or, if Yua wants, she can also go to the Temple with her nanny.
The Arterian reads there about this valkyrie (and yes, Kalentia has been questioned beforehand about what she had read):
The Arterian reads there about this valkyrie (and yes, Kalentia has been questioned beforehand about what she had read):
Heroist
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You can also ask Ilva about other Valkyries there, if you found any of them helpful.
Whatever
Happy Life
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"Quite the spectacle," Veserod remarked with a slight smile, shaking his head.
For many, the "chief hunter of Baldur" might initially seem deceptive. Most would picture some gray-haired, wiry old man in unassuming, practical, and slightly ridiculous attire, making sharp and agile movements honed over decades of practice, skinning an elk, and radiating a stern aura of presence despite his advanced age; or a wild, unkempt dweller of the backwoods, like Veserod himself, as if he had emerged from the very soil and dry leaves he tramples with his fur boots day after day. Gregor Filanemo defied both of these stereotypes, and his appearance and mannerisms were more reminiscent of a grand royal hunt – the kind where a drunken monarch in lavish palace attire, barely staying in the saddle, pompously shouts orders to his retinue, who, along with dozens of hounds, chase a wild boar to exhaustion so that His Majesty can poke it once in the belly and boast about this feat for a month before a court full of sycophants.
The significant difference was that Gregor not only looked regal but also behaved accordingly and possessed a real skill that could reinforce this image. Veserod himself would never have believed this description if he hadn't had the chance to meet this man during their first encounter, while hunting, and witness firsthand what he was capable of. While the intuitive Sharnhorst style, or at least the style of the lands where the Rusoariessen clan resided, focused on endurance, agility, and adaptability, essential for successfully tracking and defeating an aggressive, eternally hungry beast in difficult terrain, poor visibility, and gusty winds, the Illian style combined aristocratic elegance with refined technique, even with some noble military flair. In any case, Veserod could easily imagine his colleague on an open and level battlefield, methodically striking down hapless infantry with a self-satisfied smile, and even managing to enjoy a cup of tea with his little finger extended in the intervals between their cries of pain.
"Impressive," Veserod concluded his thoughts, nodding to his companion concisely but with an expression of profound approval.
For many, the "chief hunter of Baldur" might initially seem deceptive. Most would picture some gray-haired, wiry old man in unassuming, practical, and slightly ridiculous attire, making sharp and agile movements honed over decades of practice, skinning an elk, and radiating a stern aura of presence despite his advanced age; or a wild, unkempt dweller of the backwoods, like Veserod himself, as if he had emerged from the very soil and dry leaves he tramples with his fur boots day after day. Gregor Filanemo defied both of these stereotypes, and his appearance and mannerisms were more reminiscent of a grand royal hunt – the kind where a drunken monarch in lavish palace attire, barely staying in the saddle, pompously shouts orders to his retinue, who, along with dozens of hounds, chase a wild boar to exhaustion so that His Majesty can poke it once in the belly and boast about this feat for a month before a court full of sycophants.
The significant difference was that Gregor not only looked regal but also behaved accordingly and possessed a real skill that could reinforce this image. Veserod himself would never have believed this description if he hadn't had the chance to meet this man during their first encounter, while hunting, and witness firsthand what he was capable of. While the intuitive Sharnhorst style, or at least the style of the lands where the Rusoariessen clan resided, focused on endurance, agility, and adaptability, essential for successfully tracking and defeating an aggressive, eternally hungry beast in difficult terrain, poor visibility, and gusty winds, the Illian style combined aristocratic elegance with refined technique, even with some noble military flair. In any case, Veserod could easily imagine his colleague on an open and level battlefield, methodically striking down hapless infantry with a self-satisfied smile, and even managing to enjoy a cup of tea with his little finger extended in the intervals between their cries of pain.
"Impressive," Veserod concluded his thoughts, nodding to his companion concisely but with an expression of profound approval.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
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/There you can find useful information for Iwein's quest./
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Is anyone planning on doing this quest? I don't even know what it is.
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Well, his name is on the quest board, so... I wonder if anyone will take on the quest.
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— Did you come for easy money? — Philip asked when he learned about Daniel's intentions. — I need you to write your opinion about Baldur and its inhabitants. You can invite your friends later; this is not a one-time job. But be careful, I'm very demanding... If I don't like it, I'll reject it and won't pay anything.
I don't know what you wrote after that post, but I hope I can catch up after the work.
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Nothing particularly important happened there, except for the bio-valkyrie encounter, the information from which might be useful in Iwein's quest. Otherwise, Locke wandered around the mountains and almost died from harpies and a golem, plus some pointless conversations with Yua.
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meaningless conversations with Yua
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In the evening, I’ll chat a bit with Vitya and Mitya, along with Dani.
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
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meaningless conversations with Yua.
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Well, technically speaking, yes. And smarter than most of his companions, again, technically...
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Felicia Lungworth Place of Birth: Marion. Date of Birth: 25.03.709 During the time of the Arterian Schism, Felicia was the youngest of that generation's valkyries, but in her devotion to serving the goddess of love she yielded only to Aurelia Skadi — the sword of justice of the Church, with whom she alone could find common ground. She also had fairly close relations with Carnelia Werben and Argyrea Richelieu, but she did not manage to support the militant trio at the council of valkyries: the war with Lisliar, and then with the cultists, began shortly after her elevation to valkyrie. During the war, Felicia supported both Reginleif's army and his fleet, fighting side by side sometimes with Aurelia, sometimes with Argyrea, depending on which front needed her divine powers more. During the climactic naval battle of the Arterian conflict, Reginleif's fleet relied heavily on the admiral's ability to control the waters of Visteria, but after his flagship was sunk by the cultists, Felicia's flotilla got caught in a severe storm, forcing her to change course toward the shores of Eastern Visteria. Since Reginleif is located closer to the western part of the continent, the influence of the church has always been shifted toward the countries of Western Visteria, so upon arriving in the east, Felicia and her sailors failed to find allies, making a return home impossible. Seeing no other choice, the valkyrie and her followers settled on an uninhabited island (later named after Felicia's family name), but soon attracted the attention of hostile neighboring nations. Since the island's population was insignificant, local slave traders saw them as easy prey, but the valkyrie's divine power came as a surprise to them, and ultimately the Arterians emerged victorious, fending off the invaders with minimal losses. However, Felicia did not stop there and used the situation to launch a counteroffensive. The defeated easterners were amazed by the strength of the overseas valkyrie and over time began to revere her as a goddess. A couple of months later, Felicia's subordinates managed to establish contact with Midas, who wished to provide their brethren in faith with free aid, which for a long time resolved the economic difficulties of the valkyrie and her growing number of followers. By the time the path home opened for Felicia, the war in the west had already ended, so she chose to remain in the east in order to open the path to light for the inhabitants of that part of the continent. Today, Felicia Lungworth is not only a valkyrie but also the queen of Lungworth. She maintains allied relations with Reginleif and preaches original Arterianism; however, the fact that many residents of her country still revere their queen as a goddess makes many people nervous, suspecting the valkyrie and her subjects of heresy. In the winter of 778, Rika Serdolik visited Lungworth for the purpose of conducting an inspection. The check ended in a confrontation between two valkyries and the defeat of the inquisitor, who had to return to Reginleif empty-handed. Colossal military experience, royal wisdom, and a combat-oriented stigma make Felicia the strongest of all living valkyries. It is assumed that only Liutgarda der Grosse and Gisela Albireo can stand against her. Stigma: Mirror of Arteria Felicia's divine stigma allows her to reflect attacks back at opponents as well as erect magical barriers over entire cities. Effect from reading the book: (endurance*piety)*1.5=protective barrier, restored at the end of battle. |