Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

—To my great joy, everything is peaceful in Barsin right now. Considering your appearance, I think my fellow townsfolk will cut you some slack for not knowing certain traditions. The only thing I can advise you is not to trespass on other people's property and not to "play the hero." In our lands, this is the most common reason for the death of travelers, although in the first case, you might only end up with a hand chopped off.

—"Play the hero," you say? Well, perhaps my lands are not so different from yours! —Klin, for obvious reasons, did not mention the "lands" of his companions. —Thank you for the kind advice, Karim. Tell me, where can we find you in our hour of need, should we require your help in the city?

She definitely needs Beate in Calcite.

She'll become an evil cyborg and take care of everyone.

With a prosthetic crossbow replacing his arm?

At first, yes, but once she figures out how to attach a flamethrower to it...

When the "Thunder" was once again out at sea, the captain poured himself a glass of water and swallowed a "calming" pill he had taken from his jacket pocket. Shivering slightly, he thoughtfully gazed at the gradually diminishing panorama of Barsin.
Sanexa Rimm certainly understood the sea very well. She could rightly be compared to a mermaid or any other sea creature. And she chose her crew in the same way – talented sailors, people of the sea, capable of coping with the most dangerous and unexpected situation, whether it was a pirate attack, sea monsters, or an encounter with a ship-killer – a whirlpool. But even though she was a brilliant navigator, she lacked the ability to understand people and build trusting relationships with them. Moreover, all the crew members were very different, each with their own unique history and views on life, and it was very difficult to keep such a group in check in the long run. Arriving in Margel, the "Thunder" almost immediately set off on another voyage, and the crew was already unhappy, and now they had to endure the orders of the meticulous captain. No, the orders themselves were very appropriate and were not given out of contempt for anyone in the crew, but a simple sailor would not understand that. For him, the fact would be that he was fed up with everything, and the captain was yelling at him, who in ordinary times was not eager to get close to him in any way. Tyros shook his head, remembering how he had firmly decided for himself – not to serve a woman. That was back when he ran away from Lower Lunaria, and how much time had passed since then... And yet he ended up in a crew with a woman. And then it turned out that the owner of the ship was a Velfernian princess.
— No way, I'm not going to kiss her boots.
The "Thunder" will not return to the port of Margel. Now he had an excellent ship, plenty of provisions, and a wide variety of first-class equipment, and a professional crew. Most importantly, the guys respected him.
— Yeah, this world is unfair.
The second phrase left his lips when he remembered Kenshiro's visit. The captain was not at all sure that he would be able to cope with him or any of the other passengers in a fight, and at this stage, the sailors would most likely not stand up for him against such seasoned warriors. How many people have they killed to create such a menacing impression?
— Most people are just ordinary living beings, but there are also those... People like an avalanche.
It was good that they managed to avoid a fight. Remembering Kenshiro's noble, but focused and confident gaze, Tyros felt a tightening in his pants.
— It's a pity we didn't meet under different circumstances.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the captain's cabin door.
— Cap, it's me!
— Come in.
Berimir's head appeared in the room, and his face was filled with childish impatience. He was accompanied by several other sailors of different ages.
— Cap, cap! I can't take it anymore! Can't we, huh? We've already sailed away. We have sailed away.
— Go ahead.
— Guys," he said now, addressing his comrades, "can I be the first? Can I? Can I?
— Go for it, brother. I think out of all of us, you deserve it the most, heh.
Tyros's face did not change as the departing sailors laughed merrily. They were definitely heading to the hold, where the ex-captain was held, but he no longer cared about her fate.

Ah, I knew it all along.

Oh, here comes the arrogance.

Just watch how we'll tear apart the Apostles with our lucky charms, and then they'll deduct the cost of the ship and the captain from our reward.

Yes, everything is fine; they will just play dominoes with her.

- It's hard to say. He's not just some ordinary brute; he'll be stronger than many others, - the priestess paused for a few seconds, gathering her thoughts. - If possible, I'd like to perform a ritual to soothe the souls of the slain. Both those who were killed today and those who were killed two days ago. Because I didn't have the opportunity to do so before. It's the least I can do for them. But before that, there's one question, and the answer would help me understand this situation better... Can I learn something about the origin of Aria-dono, even in general terms? Don't misunderstand me - there's no hidden meaning here. But I feel that this answer might help me understand some aspects of reality that I've witnessed.

— I think we can arrange that, - said the princess regarding the ritual. - As for Aria, it's a very long story, especially for someone not from our world. But in short: there was once a holy woman, she was killed, gutted like an animal, and her remains were fed to fifteen people. Aria is a descendant of the very first of these gourmands, and like all of them, she is burdened with a terrible curse.

yes, everything is fine, they will just play dominoes with her

In Tetris.

As for Aria, it's a very long story, especially for someone not from our world. But in short, there was once a holy woman who was killed, gutted like an animal, and her remains fed to fifteen people. Aria is a descendant of the very first of these gourmands, and like all of them, she is burdened with a terrible curse.

And the title of this story is "Aristocrats."

I suspected that Aria was also an apostle.

—So, you want to be a hero? Well, perhaps my lands aren't so different from yours! —Klin didn't mention the "lands" of his companions, for obvious reasons. —Thank you for the kind advice, Karim. Tell me, where can we find you when we need you, should we require assistance in the city?

— You can find me at the port. I charge 50 gold per day for my humble services, but don't worry — today's contract was paid for by the captain of your ship, and I don't need any additional payment.

— You can find me at the port. I charge 50 rem a day for my humble services, but don't worry – today's contract was paid for by the captain of your ship, and I don't need any additional payment.

—I see you value your time, and that comes at a price. You've been a great help to us today, Karim.
If the travelers had no further questions for the guide, Klin intended to proceed to the inn.

— Hey, buddy, hi. — He greeted Merel. — Heard about the recent news? They say some psycho hacked up a bunch of people, including guards.

- You bet! - Merel replied, and slashed the merchant with his sword.

- You bet, - the astrologer replied after returning the greeting. - Moreover, my friends and I were detained in connection with this case, suspected of previous murders or complicity; they didn't even explain it properly. And look how it all turned out, - Merel was indignant. - They detain everyone indiscriminately, but they can't even catch a lone psycho when he attacks them. Where have you seen that before? After this, the leadership of the guard and the police should definitely be replaced.