Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

— Oh, Kligonchik, hello, what brings you here?
— You can thank the fat guy from your hall for this. Who is this?
— This is, uh, Raphael, just a friend... Oh, I mean, we just met in this room of horrors and started talking...
Kligon grabs his sword and lunges at Raphael, Diadore manages to hold him back for a few moments.
— RUN! HE'LL KILL YOU!!!

write a will stating who gets the cat

He's not a husband, but a brother.

He's not a husband, but a brother.

Kligon manages to catch up to Raphael, attacks but misses, and due to Diadora clinging to his feet, he loses his balance and falls. Raphael can try to run further or do something to his pursuer while he is in a difficult position.

- Hey! Who are you?! I didn't do anything to you! Someone call the guards! There's a maniac with a sword here! - Raphael shouted and continued running.

— A-a-a-a-a sssssss*ka! — Kligon shakes Diadora off, gets up, and continues running after Raphael. — YOU’LL REGRET BEING BORN.

Raphael can run towards one of the following locations or try to do something else:
- Young drowned woman
- Tentacle
- Anchor
- Hellfire

Klin listened attentively to the adventurer, or at least pretended to, out of politeness and respect for the guest of his patron. —As you say, this "nonsense" is quite easily provable; all you need to do is take a short walk around the city. Of course, you can still claim that it's all an illusion or mind magic, but then I won't be able to convince you of anything. As for your, uh, situation with your brother... I can ask the imperial physician about your health, but I assure you, we know nothing about any "death" or any information from your world. I believe your journey may have taken a "post-mortem" form. This supports my previous arguments. I hope you are familiar with the concept of the afterlife? Perhaps you were fortunate enough to acquire one due to your merits. As for your dear brother... probably his path led in a different direction.

Runs towards the "Drowned Woman".

- Hey, guard! A maniac with a sword is trying to kill someone!

It was the right choice. More people passed by near the "Drowned Woman," so the chance of running into a guard was the highest.
— Hey! What's going on here?!

—The afterlife, you say? —Garrett snorted skeptically. —In my understanding, it's not much different from the real world; it *is* the real world. The difference is that in it, the *you* that exists is not real. Only an empty shell remains, trapping the soul, or at least a part of it. Many are no longer fit for anything but menial tasks after that, but those who were close to the deceased in life, provided there was a spiritual connection, can continue to communicate with them. And this miracle is not granted for any particular merit, but simply as a result of death. And not to the chosen ones, but to everyone whose body is found and who still has at least one loved one among the living. This is the way of life and the tradition of my homeland. Here's a living example, —he waves his hand again towards the skull, —hm, although now it's dead.
Garrett continued to speak, now more like thinking out loud than addressing Kline.
—That's why I'm not so much confused because I apparently died and am standing here as if nothing happened, but because I died, and this has not physically affected me in any way. Well, supposedly. Apart from the fact that, according to you, I was transported to who knows where. And also, why, if I suddenly turned out to be alive, did he remain just a mindless husk, technically both of us being here? And there was something else, a feeling that I forgot something important...
Suddenly remembering that Kline was still here, he looked at him.
—Okay, I understand that you're not much help. If this is all you're authorized to tell me, please take me to the princess.