Posts from ⚔️Serberia Auto-translated

as Grandpa Gungnir used to say – it’s better to survive with a shameful draw than to die in the very first quest because of showing off.

guys who died in the battle with dendroids:

While the girls were suffering from moral anguish, Anders, in reality, wasn't particularly worried. When it turned out that Alessia had accidentally burned one of the prisoners, he was, of course, slightly upset, but even then, he was much more concerned about the lives of his comrades – which the enemies could so easily end. He had already seen how Veserod was struck down by a single bullet, how he fell and bright red blood flowed from him, and how it seemed that their gloomy leader was about to meet his end. And if it hadn't been for Roheya's heroism, Veserod would have died right there. Therefore, when the time came to save his comrade, Roheya – even if it meant making a deal with the enemy – such a decision seemed perfectly natural and normal to him. Perhaps this was also influenced by his past, when mutual assistance between members of the gang was more important than anything, more important than any other moral norms. Or perhaps, even without such a past, he would have acted the same way. Now, Anders was concerned with only one thing: how to present the story to the Count in such a way that he would not try to back out of the deal he had proposed, and so that the group of students themselves would not be suspected of collaborating with the enemy.

Although Eir never voiced it, Rohei, like the other baron’s wards, was almost like a brother to her, and therefore she didn’t object to his rescue, even if it meant someone else would have to pay a high price for it in the future. Regardless, today she did everything she could, and some damage was indeed inflicted on the “Moon Princess.” More than any pangs of conscience, the disturbing scenes she witnessed in this bandit lair were etched in her mind.

Anselm, who had been standing by the entrance the whole time, approached the guys and asked what had happened.

— What if we never meet her again? — the girl asked quietly and wearily, — We’ll have to live with that. And any evil deeds that Yukino might commit in the future will be on our conscience.

— It will be on the conscience of Count Tamfana and his impotence as a ruler. Just be glad that you all got out of this hole alive. Thank goodness for Arteria, you finally managed to make a sensible decision. M-da. — Alessia looked disdainfully at this dungeon of dark fantasies. Organized crime, kidnappings, slave trade — all just to live in a dirty cave and fornicate non-stop like rabbits. It’s so pathetic and disgusting that it’s almost funny.

If anyone wants to loot something, Revan said that it needs to be specified separately. If no one is looting anything, then I suggest we head straight to the Count.

When the former acolytes saw the suspicious premises, they were terrified. When Veserod fell ill, leaving them without guidance, they were terrified. When they, in their haste and confusion, tried to do something on their own and accidentally killed a prisoner along with his guards, they were terrified. Seeing what had been done to the other prisoners: torture devices and other paraphernalia – it was terrifying. Losing Roheya due to a sudden volley of musket fire was terrifying. Believing the Mirai woman, who at any moment could signal her tigers and calmly escape, taking with her the lives of a couple of their comrades because of a broken promise... It was terrifying. Now, Gulveig was calm. She felt no bloodlust towards the Mirai woman. Now, everything will proceed according to the Mother's will, one way or another. After freeing the unfortunate ones, the girl asked her comrades if they were ready to leave, and if so, it was probably time to move on.

If anyone wants to loot something, Revan said that this needs to be specified separately. If no one is looting anything, then I suggest we go straight to the Count.

The main thing is to loot the prisoners and the records; forget about everything else.

It’s better to send someone with a report to the Count.

I think it makes the most sense to send the leader, that is, Veserod, but if needed, I can go as well.

Leaving the others to liberate the prisoners and search the cave, Renold returned to the entrance of the Dungeon. Sighing wearily, he leaned his back against the cold stone wall and slid down to the floor, staring blankly ahead.
—Ren, Ren, what happened there? —Ilva rushed to him, terrified. —What were those people, and those beasts? Why did you let them go?
The young man raised his eyes and assessed his sister's pale, frightened face for a few moments, then slowly shook his head.
—Why are you silent? Are you hurt? Was anyone from our group injured? Just say something!
But he couldn't hear her words right now. Two entities, two beliefs, which had recently found common ground, were desperately battling within him. Now, the echoes of their merciless duel flickered like lights in his eyes.
—Ren?... —a familiar whisper sounded very close.
—Everything is alright, Il. —With effort, he shook off the last, haunting obsession and forced a crooked smile. —Everything is fine with me and the others.
—But what then....
—Everything is as it should be. I almost forgot. —Renold nodded to himself. —I am not a brave hero, not a heartless paladin, and not even a greedy mercenary. I fight not for grand ideals, money, or glory, not for strangers, not for the one-eyed count, and not even for my father. I do it for you, and for my comrades. As for the rest... I don't care about them.
Smiling slightly, Renold cheerfully stood up and confidently patted his astonished sister on the shoulder.
—Yes! What a day, huh? Well, it's time for us to get out of here, don't you think?
Finding nothing to say, Ilva quietly nodded.

you can collect loot from corpses to give as gifts for the future birthdays of relatives and teachers.

Anselm initially thought this task was wrong and somewhat strange. And what kind of count hires young and practically inexperienced kids from an orphanage to eliminate some kind of bandit group? It's not surprising that the mission almost ended in tragedy. So, the final result turned out to be quite good, although it could have been better if they had managed to save all the prisoners. But never mind, there will be time to pray for their souls.

Barely entering the dungeon and hearing the first cries of surprise and pain from the scoundrels who had encountered the tiger's fangs, Veserod spotted a convenient target. The guard's strange head covering (?) confused the hunter's aim, and the arrow followed an odd trajectory. By the time he realized this, it was too late – with a lightning-fast movement, the guard raised his musket and pulled the trigger – the deafening sound of the shot nearly burst his eardrums. Coming to his senses, Veserod saw a stoic wolf face above him, tending to him with bandages and plantain leaves. "Lost his balance," Veserod thought to himself. With difficulty, he got to his feet and discovered a hole in his chest – the bullet had found its mark. Fortunately, the invaluable medical assistance from Rohey – plantain leaves and a pat on the back – helped the leader cough and spit it out. Nevertheless, he was still pale and felt immense weakness in his body – the impact had once again made all his old scars ache, and his trembling hands could barely hold the bow. An attempt to move forward, leaning against the cave wall, only resulted in him leaving a bloody streak on it and collapsing to the floor again, in front of the musicians and the remaining girls. Soon, the sounds of battle subsided. From somewhere in the distance, the murmur of conversations could be heard, some fragments of which could be caught, and after a while, an indifferent procession passed by those who remained behind, calmly, as if at home, and disappeared into the depths of the Tamphan Lake. A little later, when everyone had regrouped and the situation was explained, it became clear what had happened.

— What if we never meet her again? — the girl asked quietly and wearily, — We will have to live with this. And any evil deeds that Yukino may commit in the future will be on our conscience.

- I am angry with myself... For the fact that it was you, and not me, who had to make this decision... - Veserod shook his head, and then put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it firmly – as much as his strength allowed after the ordeal. - But it was the right decision. In our situation... He fell silent, and then with disgust, he glanced around the tunnels. - At least... "it" won't be here anymore. And they will get what they deserve. He sighed heavily, shook his head, and asked the group if they had found anything. Was there a post about this?

If that's all, we can leave. Maybe someone has an RP, but I think we can play it out later if necessary.

I think it makes the most sense to send the leader, that is, Veserod, but if necessary, I can go too.

Okay, I'll go.

It's better to send someone with a report to the Count.

And should the rest leave the town?

- Imelda, help me with the bodies, - Anselm asked the girl, meaning to search for some important information or valuable items that might be helpful. - And yes, I think you should take one of their muskets with you, just in case it comes in handy.

- Imelda, help me with the bodies.

-- Glad to help, Anselm! -- she pulls out a chainsaw and chops them to pieces.