Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

Trauma: The character's charisma is always 0.

Aiko receives terrible burns (beauty = 0, charisma -5).

Sorry, it's hard to resist...

Ah, if only Raphael had reciprocated Nora's feelings...

Merel’s chill was unaffected by the explosion.

Ah, if only Raphael had reciprocated Nora's feelings...

His heart belongs to the theater...

Finally understood why Siever doesn't play, but only reads the script.

Garret, Ayko, Merel, Nora, and Mellen receive terrible burns (beauty = 0, charisma -5).

[spoiler=Oh yeah, almost forgot, how could we do without this meme here]

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they still did a good job, they got off easy.

— Let's not repeat that again, — were the first words of the gnome after this Pyrrhic victory (although, shooting down an airship is still an achievement, no matter how you look at it).
Her skin was burning and covered in scars. But the main thing was that the path ahead was now clear. Probably?
— Miss Kalina, as I understand it, we can't do anything for treatment right now? — Ayko also looked at Merel to make sure he was okay...
— Let's hurry. Is the plan still the same?

“You should all be in the hospital right now, but…” Kalina glanced at the boat, which had somehow survived. “It seems that’s not an option.”

With wide, horrified eyes, Beata watched as the Zimivian machine relentlessly moved towards the shore, dropping deadly projectiles. An explosion, then another, and another! Her head was ringing from the noise, and her eyes were blurring. When one of the projectiles exploded just half a meter from Gion, her heart leaped into her throat, but fortunately, he managed to stay on his feet. The others were less lucky... The bloodied body of Garret and the piercing scream of Aiko would haunt her nightmares for a long time. Even Merel couldn't be saved, although she thought that the cunning mage would have some trick up his sleeve.
All she could do was grip her crossbow tightly and furiously fire at the zeppelin, peppering its hull with bolts and praying that this monstrosity wouldn't fall on them.
The mages did a good job – they managed to set this behemoth on fire. Even after death, Aiko remained a leader, guiding and striving for the good of the squad.
The burning zeppelin finally began to fall, but the accursed blizzard, with its unpredictable gusts of wind, carried it away...
“Girls, no! Kalina, Nora, Mellen! ZORITSA!!!”
Beata's cry couldn't stop the nightmare unfolding before her eyes. She ran with all her might towards the crash site.
Upon arriving, she was relieved to see that the wreckage of the zeppelin had stopped burning – everything that could burn had already burned – and Kalina had somehow managed to survive. Desperately looking around for Zoritza, she found her friend pinned under some debris. Fiercely pushing it aside, she laid her still-warm body down more comfortably and called for Kalina.
“Please, help her,” Beata's voice trembled; she was on the verge of tears. “She’s a healer. She’ll help you bring our people back to life; it’s too much work for you alone...” A tear rolled down her cheek.

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Gion had never felt so useless.
He knew he could survive a bomb, or even two; he was confident in the strength of his armor and his physical fitness. But no matter how much he jumped, no matter how much he shouted, calling the fire upon himself, the zeppelin ignored him. All he could do was helplessly watch as the accursed revolutionaries bombed his friends, as Beata and Kilika furiously fired from their crossbows, and finally, as the disaster unfolded.
His heart sank when the machine began to fall directly on the weakest part of their group.
He ran towards the crash site, but noticed that Beata was already there. After hesitating, Gion approached the boat where Merel and Aiko had met their end. Gently taking the small body of the dwarf in his arms, he ran to find the healers. They couldn't be left without a leader...

were the first words of the gnome after this Pyrrhic victory

Pyrrhic victory.

Ah, and I didn’t even come up with a name for the second pilot.

Also Ivan, of course.

First thing after the victory, Mellen ran to the shore and drowned looked at her reflection in the water. If before the spy could call herself attractive, now this bloody mess with a crispy crust could only please someone through incredible violence against the unfortunate. Sighing heavily, Mellen tore her old cloak, which she had had for several years, into rags and somehow wrapped it around her face, leaving only a slit for her red eyes with burst blood vessels. Yes, the northerners are surprisingly hospitable. An entire combat airship for some random strangers with a boat and even without a ship. And they even lost this killing machine, without killing anyone. How clumsy. With her face wrapped, Mellen returns to the others. Well, many have become quite the lookers. A squad of monsters. But Beata got lucky. Now she has to handle the diplomatic side of things. She looks better than everyone else now. There will be some trust... probably. "Well, I won't be getting any dates now," Mellen croaked. "Unless I peel off all my skin and fill the wounds with medicinal cosmetics. That kind of operation would be expensive, and it would be more painful than the bombs of this airship."

Nah, guys, we did great. The boss was really tough, almost wiped the party. He dealt so much damage when he fell, even Gillon would have been done for.

“Well, you all look… interesting,” Beata said with a nervous smile, looking at the resurrected. “I hope they can fix you up in the capital. But we’re all alive, and I think that’s a success!”
“Too bad he flew at you,” Gillon sighed gloomily. “I was trying to draw that thing’s attention, but they seemed to know it wouldn’t be worth it.”
“But at least your pretty face didn’t get burned, look on the bright side,” Beata winked at him.
“Now’s not the time for that,” Gillon rolled his eyes.
“Sorry. And I’m sorry to everyone… I always start joking when I’m nervous,” Beata chuckled nervously. “I’m so glad this nightmare is over.”
“The nightmare might just be beginning,” Gillon countered.
“You’re right. Boss, what are your orders?” Beata turned to Ayko.

- It's a pity he flew to you, - Guyon sighed sadly, - I tried to attract the attention of that scum, but they seemed to know it would be useless.

And only after this phrase did I realize that Guyon is a himbo.