Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

— A-A-A! DAMN YOU! — The man named Apeiron Logos continued to resist in vain. — YOU CAN DESTROY MY BODY, BUT YOU WILL NOT CONQUER MY WILL! YOU WILL NOT CONQUER IT! I REPEAT, YOU WILL NOT CON-QUER IT!
As the fanatic was being dragged through the area where Beata and Gillon were, he dropped a painting from his hands.
— NOOOOOOOOO! NO, FORGIVE THIS SINNER, YOUR DIVINE MAJESTY! FORGIVE ME! FORGIVE ME! LET ME GO, APOSTATES!!! LET ME GO!!!
Finally, the offender was taken away somewhere out of the couple's sight.

Do not pick up the painting. It is a trap. If you do, you will fail a Will save and be converted into a Rynze cultist.

As if something bad.

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It was the end of Sunday, and the gnome, feeling that from Monday the rules of this world would become less favorable to her and she would have less time, decided to visit another philosophical guild, hoping to make new useful acquaintances with the smartest people in the city (or as it turns out).

Today, another meeting was being held at the philosophers' guild, and the gnome could spend 1 Action Point to participate in it.

Make Rinze an eldritch monster that will devour all the worlds it can penetrate.

Today, the guild of philosophers held another meeting, and the dwarf could spend one action point to participate in it.

"Hopefully, everything goes well; it's not exactly my thing, but it might be useful."
Accepts...

I was also planning to visit the philosophers later, if it's allowed for slaves, of course...

I was also planning to visit the philosophers later, if slaves are allowed, of course...

And what's next? Let's do it now...

- My name is... Merel,” for some reason, this particular combination of letters surfaced in the astrologer’s mind. - Is it necessary even for those who possess only peaceful magic? And how will the ring protect me? Will it create some kind of energy field that prevents others from casting spells on me and attacking with cold weapons?

— If you use a spell within the city limits, a million arrows will pierce you, and the blades of swords and spearheads will be aimed at your stomach and chest. Wearing this ring protects you from such a risk.

— A-A-A! DAMNATION! — A man named Apeiron Logos continued to resist futilely. — YOU CAN DESTROY MY BODY, BUT YOU WILL NOT CONQUER MY WILL! YOU WILL NOT CONQUER! I REPEAT, YOU WILL NOT CON-QUER!
As the fanatic was being dragged past where Beata and Guion were, he dropped a painting from his hands.
— NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NO, FORGIVE THIS SINNER, YOUR DIVINE MAJESTY! FORGIVE! FORGIVE! LET ME GO, APOSTATES!!! LET ME GO!!!
Finally, the violator was taken away somewhere out of the couple's sight.

— I wouldn't envy him, — Beata watches the fanatic with her eyes, — I hope they at least give him some Vaseline.
Guion reaches out to the painting.
— Be careful!
— What? Why?
— What if it's cursed?! You'll either touch it or look at it a little longer, and then you'll run around and shout nonsense too!
— Well, what should we do with it? Leave it lying in the middle of the street?
Beata takes off Guion's cloak and wraps the painting in it, covering it completely, touching it only through the fabric.
— Oh, wonderful! Instead of leaving the painting lying in the middle of the street, we'll leave the painting and my favorite cloak lying in the middle of the street!
— Don't make a fuss, — Beata deftly grabs the painting under her arm, — let's go ask someone what this thing is.
— Or maybe we should hand it over to the guards? It's evidence!
— No. If they needed it, they would have picked it up themselves. So let them be disappointed; we'll use this thing to annoy someone else.
— Who?
— Her Highness.
— Yes, Her Highness. If this canvas is really cursed, Her Highness will chop off our heads on the spot. I'm thinking, maybe we should hand it over to a museum? They have so many artifacts there, they probably know how to handle all sorts of strange things. And it's not far from here. And if they send us away, we can go to the art academy tomorrow or ask our acquaintance from Karneol, that little one... Gaika?
— Ayko... Gods, Beata, she's a dwarf. That's very low of you.
— Yeah, I'll try to be above that, — the girl chuckled.
Guion facepalmed.
— Just tomorrow, my work will be even busier. You'll have to run around yourself.
— Oh, forget about you and your work. Wasn't I enough for you?
— Make up your mind, will you? Sometimes you need me to work, sometimes you don't...
Beata waved her hand and headed towards the museum, nodding her head to order Guion to follow.

Okay, then I'll write the morning post a bit later, and for now, if everything is on schedule and according to the rules, Klin will also go to the philosophy club.

But I allow my slave to do anything he wants.

If you allow slaves too much freedom, it could end badly.

Well, I guess I'm doomed. And I haven't even played those expansions, and I'm not entirely sure who Rinze is.

Actually, I was just kidding. That is, it's POSSIBLE that the painting has such an effect, but it could also be in the spirit of "every day it hangs, there's a 1% chance of becoming a follower of Rinze." Similar to a philosopher. It seems that Revan had some similar items, although I can't be completely sure.