Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

Yeah, magic is really cool. I personally would be happy to have such an option for any character, considering the possibilities it opens up. It's not without reason that people choose to play mages or take elves/Rishus, considering that only Ayko has shown potential among the players.

Wrinkling her face at the blinding golden aura of the terrifying statue, which it shared with the greatest people of this city, Ayano surveys its appearance and the surrounding area – remembering to activate her ominous force detector and, just in case, arming herself with an ofuda.

I've been reminiscing about Kefirka for some time now. I remember when I had a hard time with her, and I enjoyed it. Maybe I'll port her someday, not in this expansion, but in the next. If there was another mage, she would immediately have a companion, and I wouldn't have to run after the bald man all over the city. Although, in Margel, I would have to lead him around on a leash.

Wrinkling her face at the blinding golden aura of the terrifying statue, which it shared with the greatest people of this city, Aiyano examines its appearance and the area around it – not forgetting to activate the ominous force detector and, just in case, arm herself with an ofuda.

Contrary to Aiyano's fears, this turned out to be a perfectly ordinary statue, albeit with a unique design.

On the back of the bear, away from the eyes of passersby, the following text could be seen:

"5/10

The solution awaits you where the seas and rivers meet."

The answer awaits you where the seas and rivers meet.

Alright, Lock, it's time to break Arteria's heart and look for the hidden message inside.

Farewell, perhaps, to my character in this expansion. It has a fan-made nature and should not affect anything. A kind of epilogue:

So, the stone. A wonderful, magnificent, iridescent stone with a soul trapped inside. A truly luxurious vessel. But what does its beauty matter if the one trapped within its facets can no longer do anything? It's just a Dungeon, nothing more. The last refuge of a broken personality that exists only thanks to a miracle.

— You know, Keliandra, it's so ironic... — the dark Lunarian with truly luxurious white hair leaned back in his chair. — You sold your soul to Rynze, but you still came back to me. Was it worth it? Such a meaningless death...

As if in confirmation of his words, a giggle pierces the vague darkness of the room.

— You remember the price, Merial? — a female silhouette emerges from the darkness of the night.

— Of course. Take what you want and go back to your goddess, — the Lunarian waved his hand and continued to examine the stone.

— A fair deal. If you ever get disappointed in this world... Rynze will accept you, Merial, — the woman dissolves into the darkness.

Vortex... An intriguer and a tempter, but it was worth it. After decades, Keliandra finally returned to him. Even with the efforts of Rynze's sectarians. On such an occasion, one can even overlook such a despicable alliance. Keliandra, my daughter... a half-blood despised by many, who lost her mind and was exiled in solitude. It was I who once gave you a staff, designed to protect you from the troubles of this cruel world. And it was I who was your executioner. I got rid of my own flesh and blood, considering it useless, and then I suffered from bitterness. I was wrong, but I never thought we would meet again.

— And I thought there was only hatred between us, — Merial laughed into the void, — but it turns out that somewhere in the depths of my mind, I loved you, Keliandra. All I wanted was power and revenge on those who deprived me of it, and you were just an annoying accident. Or not?

Merial got up and walked to the portrait hanging on the far wall. In it, a certain bright Lunarian was casting a spell. In her hands, she held the staff of Sillion.

— You never knew your mother, Keliandra, did you? Of course not. She died quickly. It's even surprising that, contrary to my wishes. She was an outstanding sorceress. Even I appreciated her skills. Now, only this portrait reminds me of another path that I missed.

The Lunarian sighed heavily and lay down on the bed. His back touched something sharp and hard. Wincing, Merial pulled another portrait from under the blanket and immediately screamed, clutching his head.

— Vortex! What the hell were you doing? When did you even have the time!

The priestess of Rynze attacks from behind, but Merial manages to dodge. His gaze flashes with hatred and indignation.

— No way... I will never be a servant of your precious Empress! Rynze will not get this world!

— Your desires don't matter... — Vortex replied, slightly puzzled, but then staggered, — Ah! How... so... — the priestess lowered her gaze and saw a blade sticking out of her chest.

— Yours either...

Merial pulled out his sword, which had found its way to the heart of the depraved priestess. Muttering something incoherent, Vortex collapsed and died.

— Rynze...

Merial tried to cut the portrait of the goddess in half, but he couldn't even raise his arm. Yes, who is he to fight the will of a deity? The blade fell from Merial's weakened hands.

— Rynze... You vile creature...

The Lunarian roared like a wounded beast and pounced on the portrait. With difficulty, he wrapped his arms around it and, gathering all his strength, squeezed it with a desperate cry. There was a crack of breaking wood.

— We... will not be slaves!

A whirlwind of unholy magic swirled over Merial, but soon dissipated. The portrait crumbled, as if it had not been broken, but burned.

With a contemptuous smirk, Merial threw the smoldering remains of the cursed painting out the window. Having finished with this, the Lunarian returned to his table and took the stone in his hands again. Apparently, its time was also up.

— Keliandra... forgive me... forgive me for everything...

Merial choked on blood and fell. A moment later, life left his mortal body. The stone fell from his weakened fingers and rolled away. It rolled out of the house, picked up speed on the steep slope down, and after a short journey, sank into a small lake. An eternal dungeon, but freedom from Rynze. A dubious fate. And who knows if anyone will ever find it. Will the stone of Keliandra's soul become an artifact or a decoration for another princess, or will it simply be forgotten... no one will ever know.

P.S. no, this is not the guy I was going to make.

I've been reminiscing about Kefirka for some time now.

- Ew, Rish, you can't.

- Akonia, 4323 B.C.E.

Actually, Merel didn't make that decision because of the loot (I don't know how you imagine it. We're standing there with items that don't exist, weighing each one individually, and when we realize that the desired item won't fit, we take action or what? It's absurd). He did it to buy time, and there was also an extra body. The focus wasn't on the loot or anything else (except maybe outside the game), because in that situation (and being burned), a person wouldn't think that if he takes off his pants, he'll be able to carry someone else. So, he had to choose between the quest/Carneol (whom he hasn't known for very long anyway)/and unfamiliar women whom he had seen for the first time a week ago and hadn't spoken to at all. In my opinion, it's obvious and logical that this was done in character (and in no other way).

Yeah, not because of the loot, of course, I believe you.

True, in Margel, he would have to be walked around with a muzzle.

I'm afraid your succubus would also have to be walked around with a muzzle. I personally would be wary of even simply isekai-ing horned characters, like my Airlis or Tirza, and with demons, it would definitely turn out like with Kenshiro and Klin.

Nah, but frankly speaking, Merel has gathered a lot of top-tier gear for himself and would clearly choose the latter between throwing it away or another character) Also, I realized that if he had cut the rope the ball was tied to and landed a crit... the whole ball would have been destroyed

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By the way, Revan's signature has turned a mournful color.

After Ayko and Zorica, it's not surprising...

"I hope this isn't one of those hidden locations that I don't know about yet," the bear huntress thinks as she runs in [42].

I'm afraid your succubus would also have to be walked around with a muzzle. I personally would be wary of even isekai-ing horned characters, like my Airlis or Tirza, and with demons, it would definitely turn out like with Kenshiro and Klin.

Well, yes, Margel is quite extreme in this regard. But I was thinking about a headdress and cloak, or some kind of masking spell, or something along those lines. However, I don't need to rush it for now, fortunately, and we'll see what happens.

A cloaking spell when the town is full of guards with magic detection? I doubt it.

Saw Revan’s signature and thought it was already a eulogy.