Posts from Lafrenia Auto-translated

- I didn't kill anyone, I swear! I didn't even have time to realize what was happening! - her voice trembled and broke. - And Ilk too - he wouldn't have done it, and Ashur, he was standing nearby. The others... Well, it was a mess, but it seemed like everyone was... fighting. Or trying to... I don't know who hit whom or who delivered the final blow - I can't remember right now...
- But it's obvious what happened to them! - she looked at the interrogator with pleading and despair. - One had his head chopped off, another was... smashed...
She caught a lump in her throat, remembering the pieces of bodies scattered around the hall, and fell silent to avoid giving it further development. Then she hugged her arms and shivered, as if from the cold.

- Okay, okay, what's wrong with you... All the bullets are accounted for, no shots were fired from your weapon, everything is fine. Hey, you, - he addresses one of the Lilim guards, - give her something to drink and bring in the next one.

blame me if anything goes wrong

/I even had a crazy thought that you deliberately disconnected for this turn, but I decided not to be so presumptuous./

— People, pious laymen! — A young man, standing near the entrance to the Temple of Avaritia, gathered quite a large crowd around him, much like a town crier or a local celebrity. — And why does everyone think that living in harmony with nature is a bad thing? Wouldn't it be nice to escape the hustle and bustle of the city, to be surrounded by kilometers of forests and seas, to enjoy the gifts of nature or the view of the night sky before going to sleep? Then, in the morning, after a good night's sleep filled with beautiful, alluring dreams, you could drink fresh water and, after a satisfying stretch, slowly wake up, watch the life teeming in the forest or the sea, see who is soaring freely in the sky, and hear the songs of insects and other creatures. And among people, and even non-humans, living in small but clean, cozy, and carefree settlements, reliable connections are established, and they don't rush, but proceed at their own pace, sending packages and parcels with local delicacies, products of labor, and letters filled with feelings. Only lonely merchants and scholars sigh wistfully on the sidelines, feeling sad and thinking about something materialistic.
— Hmm, it's that eccentric guy from the cultural festival, — one of the listeners said with a smirk, recognizing the speaker, — I don't even know what's stranger: your tastes, which are full of arrogance and disrespect for others, or your crazy speeches.
— My friend! My preferences, whatever they may be and whatever form they take, are strictly my personal business and should not offend anyone, and those who are offended are the ones who throw themselves onto the ephemeral knife that they themselves have imagined! Moreover, my views on the beauty of the sad way of life of the inhabitants of this city have nothing to do with each other!
— Well, what do you suggest we do then? — a weary Lilyan worker said in a voice full of despair and irritation, — we are an occupied people...
— There is truth in your words, but only a superficial one, my friend, for the so-called free people of the great powers are not free at all. Can a pious person simply stop being a cog in the huge mechanism called society? No! He must work tirelessly and follow countless written and unwritten rules, which are not based on the relationships between people and the world around them, but on soulless and emotionless obligations that, like shackles, keep us in a deceptive mirage of freedom. Look at this hypocritical city! Tiarella Levd — she seems like a beautiful woman, albeit not to my taste, a priestess of one of the pagan gods, wise and kind, but is that really the case, or is it just a mask that has been put on a soul disfigured by mercantile addictions? And do you know that in this city of wealth and commerce, people trade not only in what is visible on the shelves of stores? They also trade in their dignity and conscience, in the purity of their souls! Pride, greed, gluttony, envy, anger, lust, despondency... This is the face of the Cult of the Seven, no matter how its clergy tries to deceive you and themselves! But know that the doctrine of Dante is not much better, representing the personification of the so-called civilized world, where every person is a slave to money, the system, and their own vices! Perhaps our race, which has disgraced itself, will never return to the Realm of Mana, from which we all once came, but that does not mean that we cannot live in harmony with ourselves, with each other, and with the world around us! Look around! So many seemingly wise speeches and dogmas, but human blood does not cease to flow... And it will never cease until we find the keys to our shackles!

Iberis of Sangvinaria's speech continued for some time until the city guard arrived at the scene, but its premature end did not prevent it from spreading throughout the city. As with the appearance of this man at the cultural festival, some saw him as a jester, others as a madman, and still others were very inspired by the fresh ideas for the Medieval era.

Iberis from Sangvinaria continued speaking for some time until the city guard arrived at the scene.

/Welcome to our humble abode./

Lance Perigore went to the interrogation with one single goal – to do everything in his power to help the woman of his heart avoid punishment for a crime she did not commit, because in the eyes of this knight, nothing was unacceptable for her. His own life, as well as the fate of the other members of the group, did not concern him in this case.

— Welcome, this is Lance Pe... Perigore, right?
— That's me! — Sitting down opposite the captain of the guard, Lance demonstratively put his feet on the table. — Ask your questions, chief.
— This is, um... — Lyndon wanted to say something about the suspect's behavior, but decided to leave it as it was. — Okay, I see you've been in Medivi for a long time, so tell me, what were you doing at Lyfa Tit's house?
— I don't know what the others were doing, but I was planning to have a good time.
— In what sense?..
— Well, in the sense of "in what sense"? How do guys usually have a good time? I secluded myself with a girl in one of the rooms.
— Uh-huh, with a girl, you say. With whom?
— Well, we have one girl in our squad, Mirka, not the most attractive, but in a pinch, she'll do. She was in our team even before I joined, but it was immediately clear that she was a submissive and scared, and she wouldn't have run away long ago if she had the courage to say a word.
— ... Continue.
— So, everything was normal between us that day, a good atmosphere, so to speak, I was with my pants down, and she was on her knees, and...
— Get to the point. What happened next?
— Well, some guy attacked our man, then the guard showed up. I left Mirka where she was and rushed to help the guys.
— Can you give me more details?
— Well, our commander decided that we would take them all out and that would be the end of it, so that by the time everyone figures out what's going on, we'll already be on the other side of the city walls. You know, chief, she may be a woman, and not even a human, but she knows her stuff – while I was poking around with my toothpick, she chopped everyone up in no time! You, by the way, should be careful too.
— In what sense?
— Again with your "in what sense"... Do you know Corelia Tava? There was a guy living here, and she took him to the forest for old debts and killed him there, so be careful – you might be next if you write something wrong in the papers. Why don't you just blame everything on Mirka? She'll agree to anything and...
— Enough! Take this scum away! 
This ended the interrogation of Lance Perigore – the "knight" was taken back to his cell.

By the way, I never quite understood where the idea that "the exp is everything" came from — at least I myself gave no indications of that... Although it's clear that if my right hand becomes non-functional, I'm unlikely to be able to run things anytime soon. So you folks go ahead and write what's going on there — maybe you want a new arc with these same characters after the current episode wraps up, or perhaps an entirely new campaign. And if not, then so be it.

I still don't quite understand what happened in this arc, so I'm looking forward to the resolution. Hopefully, the guys are finishing up their responses to the interrogations while you're recovering, and we can continue.

I also don't see any reason why we shouldn't leave at least one post. A final post in the style of Tao, or not final, big or small – it doesn't matter. Perhaps after a few days of forced break or with a more relaxed May mood, I'll feel like posting again.

First, I would like to know what brought you to Medivil and what your purpose was in the territory of Lyfa Tyt's dwelling. What connects you to the other participants in the incident? And most importantly, describe the sequence of events on the day of the incident.

— Ashur Osbair, traveler and merchant. Sometimes a craftsman. I am ready to try to shed light on the unfortunate events that occurred as much as I can.

— In my travels, not so long ago, I came across a group of mercenaries. They protected me when I was attacked by monkeys in the surrounding forests. The guys are young, cheerful, and skilled; I considered the possibility of joining their squad to be quite promising. Thus, I ended up with them in Lyfa Tyt's house, where, thanks to the hostess's kindness, our temporary headquarters was set up. I am connected to Lady Lyfa in a rather indirect way – it seems she is someone's relative or old friend; I'm not sure.

— So, for some time, we noticed signs of surveillance of our squad. In light of recent events, it became clear that this was related to my person, due to my, if you'll excuse my immodesty, outstanding trading skills. Since our arrival in Medivil, I have made a number of purchases of equipment for the group, saving a considerable amount thanks to my skills. Unfortunately, this attracted the attention of ill-wishers, and as a result, a hired assassin was sent to us. Sadly, this is not something extraordinary in my experience; something similar was quite expected. Under the cover of invisibility, the assassin entered Lyfa's house and crept up on me. I heard the hammer being cocked behind my back and understood everything. I turned to face death with honor, and then I managed to see a bright flash of a shot from nowhere...

— The subsequent events are shrouded in darkness for me. Thanks to the timely help of Corielie Naos, I was brought back from the brink of death. When I came to, I found the body of the assassin who tried to kill me nearby; he did not manage to escape the scene. From the entrance to the house, I heard some shouts and curses. When I left the room, the fight with the guards had already begun. Being in a terrible state, I was not able to understand anything or influence the situation in any way; I did not participate in the battle. I do not know exactly how the quarrel happened and who was the instigator; I assume that there was a terrible misunderstanding that led to tragic consequences. You know what happened next...

Well, I just logged out because I didn't want to lose again. So, if there's a chance, I'd play again, of course, but I'll see how it goes.

-My name is Coriel Ilk. I've worked as a lumberjack my whole life, but a few years ago, the sawmill where I worked burned down. In search of a new purpose in life, I met a group of people, and we ended up staying at Lyfa Tit's dwelling. What connected me to the other members of the group was that I helped them with various activities they were involved in – for example, in this city, we completed two contracts: escorting a female citizen and destroying an evil tree. Personally, I help the other members avoid death by using the blessings of our mother, Mana, and some knowledge of magic from my people. As for the events of that day, as I understand it, one of our group members, Ashur, was attacked by an unknown assailant who somehow sneaked into our home. I didn't participate in the fight because I am a man of peace. So, I tried to run away and hide... When the fight was over, I went to another room to pray to Mana for the soul of the deceased. Although I have seen many deaths by now, I still feel extremely uncomfortable after such violence... After a while, I heard conversations, noise, clanging, and then the sounds of fighting coming from the corridor. I was afraid that my companions might need help, so I opened the door a little to help them with magic. I saw that they were fighting with people in the uniform of the city guard. To be honest, I thought that maybe these were bandits disguised as guards because my companions would hardly attack the guard... But since we're sitting here now, it seems they were actually real guards."
"Mana sees, it was all as I said," Coriel thought to himself, "not a word of lie. Well, as for the fact that we do not only complete contracts but also save Eolia, that is not a lie, but just a small omission."

I’ll probably be here until the 4th. I’ll write when I’m back and let you know how the arc ended. What happens next will depend on when I can use my right hand again.

The investigation concluded, and the motive behind the crime that led to the deaths of three Medivil city guards was determined to be an internal conflict within a mercenary group led by Ayrlis Ayle. It is believed that the incident began with an argument between mercenaries Nikolai and Ashur, which resulted in the death of the former and the injury of the latter. Subsequently, either in a state of fear and confusion or in a cold-blooded attempt to conceal the truth about the incident, the commander decided to eliminate the unfortunate witnesses – the guards Charlotte, Martin, and Remy. Fortunately, all participants in this terrible event were arrested. Verdict: Ayrlis Ayle: life imprisonment in the Medivil correctional institution with confiscation of property. Jurgen Köhler: 25 years. Coriel Naoh: 2 years. Neesanova Miroluba Tabemyslovna: recognized as a victim and released from custody. Coriel Ilk: 2 years. Ashur Osbair: 2 years with confiscation of property. Pizhama: 5 years with confiscation of property. Lans Perigor: 10 years. The continuation of the Eolia arc will depend on player interest. To this end, I will implement a time skip of 2 years forward, also with the possibility of escape. If there is no interest, I will consider a new storyline with new characters in another part of the world.

3 weeks, so a cast, and it's hard to play with one hand, plus I didn't see much enthusiasm for Aeolus, but that's okay, I've come up with even better ideas.