Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

then only in stockings

First, you need to kneel, admit that you are a sinner, and then we'll see...

It's funny here, by the way. When Erephir was kneeling in the Temple before Kripos, I thought that in other circumstances, it could have been not a gesture of etiquette from a Knight to a superior, but a sprinter's starting stance...

- Well, tell me.

- It happened in Carnia. I remember you're not very good at geography, so just keep in mind that it's located north of Farrellia, where we are now. Any of its cities are much closer to us than Margel. It has a special climate with very frequent rains and fog; the people are all gloomy and not very sociable by nature – they prefer to stay at home and do who-knows-what. So, it's not the best place to maintain mental health, but it's very romantic for a potential adventure. I arrived in one of their cities and saw a count's castle on the outskirts, with a deep moat, high walls, and plenty of well-armed guards. My hands immediately itched, and I wanted to sneak in and take the most valuable thing that could be inside. Of course, not so much out of greed, but out of a thirst for adventure and a desire to use my skills and ingenuity. It took me several hours to do it – I waited out a patrol here, sneaked past unnoticed there, picked a complex lock, but in the end, I still managed to get into the count's chambers. And what do you think I saw there? Not a luxurious count's bed, but a coffin. Curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to move the lid. That's how I got this horizontal scar. - He runs his finger along the corresponding area. - A girl with marble skin jumped out of it and scraped off some of my skin. I managed to jump away in time, so she only grazed me with the claw of her middle finger. I threw a couple of knives at her – but it didn't affect her at all, as if they had passed through water. I got into a fight with her, dodging deadly blows at the last second, and at some point, I finally managed to behead her with my magic dagger. I thought I had won – but it turned out to be my mistake. She grew a new body from her head and seriously wounded me... I had to retreat tactically – run as fast as I could. Well, I put two and two together, and after a while, I returned there with explosives, made a few holes here and there, and burned the enemy in broad daylight. That's the story... And the vertical scar is even simpler – it's a mark from a wound inflicted by a friend from my youth when we dueled with daggers.

- Look how cool and brave I am! Just say "yes"! Please, please! I beg you! 🙏🙏🙏

The area has a unique climate with very frequent rains and fog; people tend to be gloomy and, by nature, not very sociable – they prefer to stay at home and do Anuzish knows what.

Now we know where the Haven players come from.

He nods. Ah, if he had stayed in Carneol instead of chasing money, their handshake would probably be firmer!

-- We're doing quite well, all settled in Margel. We just moved into the new headquarters. By the way, do you need any Sarrian furniture? I bought some for temporary housing, but now it's just gathering dust. Kalina, yes, she's very religious, found peace in her soul, and built a Temple... It seems it should open any day now, I don't know how it will go for her, but with her sincere dedication, I believe she won't have any problems with the number of people seeking solace, even though she has competitors.

-- In general, if you look at Penelope, you, and Kalina, then our Carneol is like a real training ground for talent. Oh, by the way, we have a forge now, so I'm ready to take orders at any time... Oh dear, no matter what I talk about, it always comes down to something material, sorry. Well, as for life, Beata and Guion are planning to get married and have already made thorough preparations. I'm involved in all sorts of interesting things in Chronos, so we're not complaining.

- Sarrian furniture is no longer in style; many are now giving it away for free to save space, or even using it as firewood. But a forge is good; we can work with that. - Amamius offers Erefir 50 resources in exchange for 1 Order. - Yes, I don't envy Guion; please pass on my congratulations to them.

LET'S HOPE HE DOESN'T GET INJURED DURING HIS WEDDING NIGHT, SO DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT.

- You're such a cool and brave guy! To single-handedly destroy a vampire, or whoever that was, without the help of higher powers. Now it's clear why they don't leave their homes. By the way, that was a prime example of delivering justice even without the best intentions. The people should be grateful for that, - praised the priestess, even though she was a little disappointed that the story didn't match the one she had imagined. - And did you find any treasures?

Maybe it was a harmless vampire, like in Taise...

A vampire was sitting at home, playing the expansion pack on her computer, calmly buying blood packs from local vendors, when a Lord burst into her house and killed her. What kind of person does that? It's just awful.

elite vampires cannot drink the blood of ghouls; it makes them nauseous.

What if it’s the blood of elite creatures?

Players in the expansion are very dangerous for the community. So Lord did the right thing.

- Sarrian furniture is no longer in style; many are now giving it away for free just to save space, or even using it as firewood. But a forge is a good thing; we can work with that. - Amamius offers Erephir 50 resources in exchange for 1 OD. - Yes, I don't envy Guion, I mean, tell them I said hello.

"Haha, what a connoisseur of freedom."

-- I'll definitely pass that on," -- Fyr-Fyr noted the offer regarding forging. However, the cost of labor wasn't high enough to rush into it; most likely, she would do it later, when she had forged everything needed for the squad and the forges would be idle.

They probably chatted a bit more, after which Fyr-Fyr wished her friend good luck and headed to Phantom.

"Haha, what a connoisseur of freedom he is."

It's especially ironic that Gillon was a slave all this time, and it was the wedding preparations that triggered his liberation...