Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

You know what's the funniest thing, Revan? The spell is still written incorrectly. You had to swap the letter "я" with the next "е", not just replace it with "е".

Keliandra feels the ground beneath her feet tremble, and shortly after, the elf is buried under a pile of stones.

It will be available in "I" format then.

You know what's the funniest thing, Revan? The spell is still written incorrectly. You had to swap the letter "я" with the next "е", not just replace it with "е".

Be careful with the GM, or the dice might roll badly...

Reven, rename the spell to "I'm your The Mlya Shatal," and everyone will be happy.

Kyalayandrya bears the quest on its shoulders and sets off on its journey to 69th Street, 24, in Richard Galdwell's district.

Having learned about the purpose of Raphael's arrival, the owner of the "Haven" leads the guest to the apartments where Grigory Zaum is staying.

— Good day. — said the man, who looked like a nobleman. — My name is Grigory Zaum. You're here about the job, right? Please, come in.

On Saturday, everyone will be fed lavishly again, as usual. If Myarel and Kyali don't give up, they will join in too.
On Sunday, there will definitely be an audience with the princess to summarize the results and discuss further tasks.

Having learned about Raphael's purpose, the owner of the "Haven" leads the guest to the apartments where Grigory Zaum is staying.

- Good day, - said the man, who looked like a nobleman. - My name is Grigory Zaum. You're here about the job, right? Please, come in.

Checking with my eyes.

- Good day, sir! That's right, - he enters and is ready to listen to Grisha.

Eye:

This person doesn't have a wife, but a husband appeared 1 second ago.

- Chimera denka. Ohayo, - she bows. - You should already be aware of the news. We managed to catch and neutralize the criminal, and obtain what you requested. Our colleagues from Carneola also demonstrated their competence in this matter. Unfortunately, I was unable to cleanse the "heart" of what had taken root within it. But at least the souls he corrupted can now find peace. I am going to perform the final rites for them today, as I didn't have time for it due to the "operation."

By the way, what color were the gherkins?

Yes, you should transcribe the spirits every day.
— O Great King, I have nothing to add to the words of our leader regarding the purpose of our journey. I myself come from the distant overseas land of Taos, whose culture has significant similarities with the islands of Misurugi. Having left my country, I lived for some time as a wanderer, and now, by fate, I have become a servant of Her Majesty. I have nothing more to say that is essential; I will only humbly ask you to accept this modest gift from us.
Kenshiro kneels, holding the axe in his outstretched hands. He does not approach the king—certainly, only select servants are worthy of such an honor.
— This weapon once belonged to the ruler of Minos. I dare to hope that Sartek's axe will find a place among the many treasures of Your Royal Majesty.

Kicking back and relaxing for the rest of Saturday, Guyon pondered life and relationships. He often forgot the true essence of his relationship with Beata, especially lately. He didn't feel any particular pressure or coercion from her, and it seemed that if he decided to run away, she would argue, threaten, but ultimately let him go. And yet... He didn't want to leave her. He could no longer imagine his life any other way. Guyon tried for a long time to understand why, but only what happened on Thursday gave him clarity. He almost had to lose Beata before it finally dawned on him. Well, who's the idiot here, huh? Guyon struggled with himself for a while and wondered if he should confess to his mistress, partner, friend, and lover. She would definitely laugh at him and not let him live peacefully with it. And yet... He spent the whole night remembering all her hints, casually thrown phrases, her behavior, her threats... And decided that he had nothing to lose. But in reality, he didn't have enough resolve. When Guyon steered the conversation in the right direction, his tongue got stuck in his throat, and he could only utter incoherent, insane bleating. It wasn't even half as good as the beautiful confessions he had read in books and seen in the theater. But that was enough. Moreover, Beata made it clear that his feelings were mutual. For the rest of the day, Guyon couldn't get rid of the silly smile on his face. Now, he was officially bound to Beata by ties stronger than those of slavery. His heart will never be free again.

Keeping an eye out.

- Good day, sir! Indeed, - he steps in and is ready to hear Grisha out.

This character is in a state of depression.

This character is a skilled gardener.

This character does not seek romantic relationships outside of marriage.

This character is patient.

This character is kind.

This character is modest. 

This character is well-educated.

This character tends to tell the truth.

This character is very trusting.

Once the guest had settled into the armchair, Gregory was ready to begin his long tale, but hesitated.
— To be honest... I don't even know where to start. Here, take a look.

— This is Bazhena Dobromilova, my fiancée. A true angel... Kind, clever, well-bred... Dances beautifully, handles a spear with great skill... Oh, f-forgive me. The thing is, for the past few years I've been searching for her, and my path has led me to your city.

Well, his bride really knows how to dance on the pole, judging by the artwork in the corresponding location.