Posts from Horizon of Darkness Auto-translated

Also, I want to give these decks of playing cards to Uncle Zeikin and Josh," Lin said, handing the first deck with sisters on it to Zeikin, and the second deck with pirates on it to Josh. "I hope you'll find a use for them and they'll keep you warm at night.

In the morning, Fableup was in for an unpleasant surprise. His entire body, if it could be called a body, was covered in thick fur. Now he couldn't stick to anything or secrete any slime.

Lin, Joe, and Zeikin went to the address indicated in the quest. A man opened the door of the small house. Thanks to the ring, Lin could see the ghost, as could Zeikin.

- I have nothing to say to her, and I don't think she's in the mood for conversation. But I can try to offer a prayer to the Savior. Maybe that will help somehow.
Saying this, Dorobo scratches the back of his head, pondering how best to proceed in this situation. Finally, he signals to everyone present to step back a little.
Removing the Lady's heart from his neck, he carefully places it on the floor in front of the ghost, pausing his hand over it for a few moments. Then he fumigates the room with a match, and then takes out a deck of Orthodox cards and lays them out around the ghost - for a better effect. Finally, he sits on the floor in front of the restless soul, crossing his legs in a Turkish style, looks at her with compassion, then closes his eyes and puts his hands together in a prayerful gesture.
- Kind mother, grieving princess, empress of sorrow and silence, dark ember in the depths of all-consuming darkness... I call upon you with a plea to see the pain of this tormented soul, unable to bear the imperfections of this wretched world... - not being a theologian, Zeikin did not know or remember most of the popular prayers, so in his mumbling he tried to express the emotional component with the words he could, expressing himself more with his heart than with his tongue. - ...May you ease her suffering, may you help her find peace, for there is no greater suffering in the world than endless eternity... the very thing that is destined for all those unfortunate people who console themselves with the false hope of shedding their material shackles at once... may they not be left alone with themselves in the pitch darkness... may they find peace, even if not in this doomed world, then in the next...
Uncle mumbled various variations of the above for some time, until his vocabulary and imagination were completely exhausted, like a stream that had dried up under the scorching sun for many months.

Nikta steps back a respectful distance.
- So, what? Do we continue the hunt or do we send a report on what we have and go to the well?
Ah, Frag?

-- Clear, -- Henry wasn't really listening, but he caught the part about "22 years old" and the accompanying cheerful, student-like mood. -- I'll call you "kid." Alright, let's speed things up, because I'm already tired of carrying this Slug on my back, and we still have to walk back.

But I don't see it?
Joe watched with dull interest as his teammates animatedly chatted with nothing, but he still didn't understand anything.

Returning to the tavern, Joe first did what you might expect... that's right, he ordered beer and meat. And then more beer and other alcohol. And more. And more.
—To a successful raid! —he boomed in a celebratory toast to himself.

The green troll, whom Fay spat on, had a thick, silky head of hair. The other trolls were still bald.
- I don't feel anything, - said Masha. - They're not growing.
- Hmm, maybe we need to wait a few days and see if one of you grows hair?
- I don't know, maybe this one is broken too? - asked Dasha.
- Well, we thought that one was broken too, but look, mine grew!
- Ahem, - the woman coughed. - I'm not much of a singer, maybe you need a good singer?
- I don't know, the sorcerer said a woman had to sing for the hair to grow. One of them also said she couldn't sing, but her hair grew, - replied the green troll.
- Yes, it grew! - the gray troll agreed.

Get ready to be amazed!

I'm not sure this ring will help me much, lol. Or will I be able to hear ghosts if I wear it?

-- Oh, I was afraid we were being overly optimistic, but hair really does grow from spitting, excellent, -- said Henry Davallie. -- It was worth the trip.
Henry approaches the trolls with an air of expertise.
-- Yo, guys! We have an explanation for what lifted the curse. Get ready to be amazed!

- It's you again! - said the green one. - Are you here to deceive us again?

-- Uh, what led you to that conclusion? I might have exaggerated a bit back then, but you guys started it first, right? Never mind, let's forget about it. Let's start with apologies. So, I went to the alchemist, and... -- Henry pulls out a bottle of cream. -- Here's a package for Dasha and Masha! Cream for delicate and silky hands. They were delaying the delivery because their main alchemist, a guy, disappeared somewhere, and one woman was working overtime. But I mentioned you to her, and she gave me your cream.