Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

guide me on autopilot while I'm sick.
you can work in Discord, and spend the ODs on the archive, even on the books you've read, since they now give stats too... I think there are exactly 8 books there for my 4 ODs. I don't know what else to spend them on, considering my finances.

- Thank you, Klin... But are you sure? It seems to me that the beneficial properties of this fruit will be wasted on someone like me...

The Black Knight sighs heavily, exhaling clouds of cold vapor from his dead lungs, and shakes his head.
- I just wanted this fruit to benefit the people close to me, and in this city, there are far fewer than a hundred, even fewer than the fingers on one hand. And please don't put yourself last in this selection when everything is quite the opposite. Agility and perception, spirit, faith, charisma, and all the other characteristics, you deserve all of this no less than anyone else. And first of all, confidence. And I'm not saying this as an expert, but rather as someone who lacks most of these qualities. But if you don't want it, it would be strange to force you.

/ Okay, Ar. Take care.
I would have taught you some more spells for buffing on autopilot, but I won't do it without you. ))) /

About how to get cosmic ore.

How Erefeer wants to lure Alaria into "Carnelian"...

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Clock in the hall, photo in Erefeer's room.

The main thing is not to get them mixed up.

The Scryme flag can stay in the inventory for now.

The gray voices are really bullying Erefeer with their jokes...

— I greet you and thank you for answering my call, Garret. Tell me about your homeland and your place in it, what you lived for there, and what you have been doing since you set foot on the land of the Mother Goddess Anush.

Garret was silent for a while, gathering his memories and accumulated thoughts into a single whole. He could tell a lot, but it was difficult to express it; he was not used to such things.
— My homeland is Aster, a state on the southernmost edge of Vesteria. Its lands were sometimes called the "desert of bones" in everyday life. It's a simple description, but quite accurate – most of the territories are not very suitable for human habitation. And even in settlements, sometimes it's hard to tell whether there are more living or dead people. Intelligent skeletons roam the streets alongside people; they are their best friends and loyal servants. This is the tradition and cultural peculiarity of my homeland: when someone dies, a close person, with the help of blessings and rituals, binds the soul to the remains. The deceased rises as a skeleton, retaining his memory and personality, while gaining the ability to communicate with the one who raised him through a spiritual connection. Recreated in this form, they take on the most difficult and exhausting work for people, helping their loved ones survive in harsh conditions even after their own death. This is an isolated and parochial way of life that is sustained by its piety, in which it is not customary to remember a deity or appeal to it, and yet in the heart of every Asterian lies its nameless shadow. In other regions of the world, our culture was considered specific, but not hostile, and the undead as companions were perceived as nothing more than a personal possession. Although only a few who decide to leave their homeland encounter this.

— And I was one of them... But not as a reckless adventurer, as I wanted to appear, but as a runaway bandit, pursued everywhere for his misdeeds. In my youth, I slipped onto a crooked path, naively believing that I could get away with a couple of "pranks" without getting my hands dirty. It didn't work out. And that was a critical mistake that determined my future life. I became more and more entangled in a web of bandit adventures, which poisoned my soul more and more. And a target was increasingly drawn on my back, which made me suspicious and angry; like a hunted mad dog, I wandered from place to place and could not find peace anywhere. This, in turn, led to further crimes, senseless and heartless. This oppressed me, the constant burden of guilt and fear, when everyone looks like an enemy and ambushes seem to be everywhere, while at the same time understanding that somewhere they really exist. And to cope with the first, I came to the conclusion that conscience is simply not needed. The consequences of such thinking are predictable; I was up to my ears in dirt, and I could no longer get off the path of a villain. Only one person always remained on my side, even in the darkest moments – my younger brother, Harold. We were always together and supported each other in difficult situations, but such a lifestyle is cruel not only to the outside world... In one of the skirmishes, my brother died. It was then that I used the Asterian sacraments, continuing his existence in the form of a skeleton.

— That's when everything finally fell apart... In my ignorance, I thought that I had done a good deed, and I had returned my brother to life, and I had acquired an enhanced version of a loyal friend. But in reality, everything only got worse, and this gradually became more and more noticeable. My brother changed in character... As if he had taken on part of the anger that was raging in my heart at that time. His thoughts became darker and more reckless, sometimes he even began to frighten me. He regularly acted on my nerves, constantly trying to commit atrocities without any regard, and I had to restrain him. I began to feel as if I was leading a mindless demon on a leash, craving mayhem regardless of the consequences. And I didn't realize in time what was happening, underestimating how much his instinct for self-preservation had been dulled. In our last operation, this backfired, and the vengeance that had been chasing us for a long time fell upon hot heads. So, in a blood-soaked dark alley, our story ended ingloriously.
He took a breath and, shaking his head, stared into the distance.
— That was my past life – the life of a vile hyena, prowling in the shadows, waiting for a convenient moment to snatch someone else's piece. It was like a wheel that had come off a cart at full speed and was jumping along by inertia before inevitably tipping over and stopping somewhere on the side of the road. This is a story about how human baseness captures young souls in a vicious cycle of endless sin, grinding them into poisonous dust and spitting them out into oblivion. You can complain as much as you like about the fact that you lacked will or intelligence somewhere, but over time you realize that you yourself made bad decisions and brought yourself to such situations, and then you inevitably reap the consequences. But time runs out before you have a chance to understand what's what.
Having finished this bitter tirade, Garret raises his eyes again, and a glimmer of hope sounds in his voice.
— However, it turned out that death is not the end... Not this time. Being torn out of the vast cosmic void, I found myself in a world unknown to me. Quite alive, and in my usual form, as if nothing had happened before. One could consider this a deathbed delirium, but the skull of my brother in my hands clearly showed that what had been had happened. The unexpected favor of fate gave me a second life, a chance to start over. It took me time to accept the new reality; I was confused and stunned, not understanding what had happened and what to do next. The will of my benefactress directed me to Carneol, and that is how I found my purpose, which I am working on to this day. It is not an easy task; the goals always seem distant and almost unattainable, and yet we are lucky, and sometimes even lucky, providing us with happy keys to get out of difficult situations. The downside of the coin, of course, has not disappeared either; I had to endure traumas and hardships, watch the lifeless, mutilated bodies of allies, see how the memorial board grows with new portraits, wondering if I will be next.

— Having lived to this day, here and now, reflecting on my life, I gradually begin to understand a little more why I ended up here. I don't want to squander my life as badly as I did last time. We've already been through this; I don't want to leave again as a shameful cur crushed by the iron boot of justice while trying to escape. This time, I want to serve higher goals than the pursuit of profit and the preservation of my own skin. I have comrades and a purpose, and, most importantly, I have a benefactress who has done something incredible, and I want to pleasantly surprise her by learning loyalty and gratitude, which I have never known before. Even if I never find out why, out of millions of lost souls, mine was chosen, I still want to prove that this is not just a coincidence or a mistake. For the first time in a long time, I feel a desire to help someone not out of selfish and egoistic motives, not because of kinship or spiritual responsibility, but because I feel that it is right and good. And at the same time, I understand that it may simply be impossible for a person like me to rewrite his fate and make himself something better than before. Therefore, I am here to find out if I am allowed to strive for something in this regard, or whether I am simply destined to disappear before the old story plays itself out for the second time.

Those gray voices have really been bullying Erathia with their jokes...

"No, unlike Gillon, I listen to them sometimes, and sometimes I don't, depending on what I feel like."

Dude, sorry, I was writing you a long post in response, but the damn dinosaur of a computer I'm using at work froze completely, and the post wasn't saved. I managed to take a picture of half of it with my phone, but I didn't manage to save the other half, and I've also lost my inspiration. Please wait, I'll rewrite it.

-- Thank you, -- another bow and he goes into Carneol.

It was a long day, but tomorrow promises to be both harder and longer, and the current one isn't even over yet. We need to meet the otherworlders in good health from Kripov -- they will return in good health, right? Tomorrow I need to pay my respects to the Princess regardless, for the headquarters and everything, and also discuss a few other matters. About hiring new people, for example... About how to obtain space ore. Also forging tomorrow. Also check the fighting club tomorrow, has it opened? Also spend the remaining OP points. Not yet clear on what.

A tough day, we're preparing. However, the main thing now is the lives of Garrett and Merel; if they don't come, the other pursuits won't matter much, and we'll have to play a funeral march.

Entering the headquarters, the redhead runs into Guyon and Beata, who were sitting on the couches and clearly wanted to say something.

-- What's up, guys? Everything alright?

 - Sit down, boss, we need to talk, - Beata nodded at the couch.
 - We have several rationalization proposals, questions, requests, wishes, and thoughts, - Guyon smiled, - mostly good ones.
After waiting for FyrFyr to sit down, Beata and Guyon exchanged glances and began their story.
 - Firstly, we were in the archive, and there's a lot to see there, - the adventurer began. - Unfortunately, there are no skill books left there, and only two professions can be learned: trade and medicine. But Guyon has a textbook on medicine; I think he'll share if needed. However, there's a lot of other interesting stuff there, look, - she hands Erefir a list of books from the archive, - we'd love to read it all, very interesting books. And even though we can't learn something simple, we can learn some absolutely awesome skills; someone named K.P. from the RSV put a lot of effort in, - she shows a list of skills from the Baldr school. - This will require immense effort and a ton of time, but it will be worth it. We don't know, of course, what Her Highness's plans are for us or if we'll have time to learn all this beauty before our next assignment, but I think we should. Guyon and I will definitely learn it; the rest can if they want, but we need to tell everyone on our team about this information. And as for what we'll learn... This one looks very tempting, - she pokes at "Freedom", - but it will only pay off over a long distance. If we had learned it in June, we'd be sitting pretty now and getting huge bonuses, but if we learn it now, we'll only feel the difference by next June. I also wanted to convince Guyon to go for this, - she points at "Ataraxia" and "Vivifying Circulation", - but he flat out refused. So we'll both take on matter. We can apply elemental damage through enchantments anyway, Amamius can help Guyon with injuries or he can get patched up at the hospital, learning anything from light, darkness, or cosmos would be very long and tedious, and matter will pay off in the shortest term; we can demonstrate new skills almost immediately after finishing the training. Boosting natural armor, learning to break enemy weapons, or imposing a blood tax on the opponent sounds really cool, right? If Her Highness has no objections, we plan to start on Thursday.
 - Secondly, - Guyon laid "Starfall" on the table, - you're really good at forging. Maybe you could supply us with a couple of new toys, huh? We'll see what gifts Her Highness sends tomorrow and what's in the shops, but personally, I wouldn't say no to armor. My suit is decent, sure, but it won't protect against a sword or axe. And Beata needs a crossbow; her club is sturdy, but it's a very unusual weapon; she prefers to keep her distance in battle and handles crossbows so well you'd love to watch. Our people might want something too; Garrett, for instance, is completely unarmed. If it's not too much trouble, of course, we're asking, but not insisting, - he raised his palms.
 - Yeah, you can't just keep making gifts for our enemies; you could come up with something for allies too, - Beata grinned slyly.
 - Are you going to remind her about this until the end of days? - Guyon rolled his eyes. - It's fine. And this sword is mine now.
 - I will, - the adventurer snorted, but immediately gave Erefir a guilty smile, - sorry, boss, no offense.
She paused and continued.
 - Thirdly. Any fresh blood coming in? Half the squad has scattered. I'm really glad they found a new calling in life, but we need to think about ourselves too! We have, - she began counting on her fingers:
1. You. Our leader, our terminator, our killing machine. Thanks to you, we defeated that apostolate on Taissa; your merits cannot be understated. Plus, you can make us cool gear, which is very valuable.
2. Kilika. She trained a bit in hand-to-hand combat and some special techniques, which is great, and she's also an excellent mage. She's very quick and nimble, and a good shot. Even if her magic is blocked, she has a couple of tricks up her sleeve.
3. Merel. An awesome support mage, a jack of all trades; I don't think there's anything he can't conjure up. Plus, he studied a bit of medicine. His downside is that he relies on magic. In Margel, mages are watched, and if we stir things up here, he'll only be able to whack someone with his staff.
4. Me. I'm simple; I'm just a crossbowwoman who won't go down from one hit; that's all my pluses.
5. Guyon. An excellent melee fighter; he can slice an opponent into a thousand pieces before they know what's happening. Most valuable of all, he's learned medicine, but he needs a lot of practice to become a full-fledged doctor and revive people after battle without risk. He said he talked to you about this; he doesn't want to risk us. He won't forgive himself if he can't bring someone from our squad back after a fight.
6. Garrett. Our rogue, our scout; his stealth can't be underestimated. Also, a second shooter, which is important.
7. Astellia. She's the best maid, always ready to help with tasks, support us, and have our backs in life. But she's not a fighter. And she's soon going to have a child. Which means - we must protect her, take care of her, and keep her away from our operations.
And who don't we have in our squad? Someone who can help us find new apostols! A psychiatrist, for example, to analyze people's character, or someone who can see people's auras, like that priestess... Ayame? Ayaya? Guyon told me about her; I think they told you too. Someone who can see right through people. We could, of course, learn this thing, - she pokes her finger at "Penetration", - but at best, we'll gnaw through this granite of science in six months. I don't doubt your leadership charm, and we'll take any people, but... But some will be more useful than others. And also... We saw you at the church. Didn't know you were interested in religion. From a scientific standpoint, or do you pray to Mother Anuzish too? Anyway, never mind, none of my business. But a church person in the team wouldn't hurt. I even wanted to go to church myself and learn priestly skills, but... Not with my track record, - she snorted. - And again, that would take time. Guyon and I, Kilika, and Astellia believe in Mother Anuzish and her children, in her goodness and mercy. At least the four of us would feel safer with a priest. We could also bring in a musician or an artist to delight us with their art and boost morale in battle. But these are just my thoughts and wishes. I know such people might not respond to your recruitment. Then again, anyone will do; we'll be happy with anyone. Maybe we'll meet someone just walking around the city or sitting in the library.
 - Fourthly, - Guyon sighed, scratching Mysterius behind the ear, - with this school, we won't have the strength or time to look after our cat. Mysterius is a memory of Aiko, our faithful friend and companion. We want him to stay in Carneol, so we can give him to Astellia or Merel, or someone who won't be going to the school. He can protect Astellia if something goes wrong. But there are rumors that a law might be passed banning pets... I wouldn't want that.
 - Fifthly... - Beata drawled, nervously clenching her trembling hands into fists, - our safety. We still don't know if Metarma was caught or not. We never found the bastard who burned down the old headquarters. Ehnio is supposedly rotting in prison, and I hope she rots there, but who knows. These are the issues I'd like to close so I don't jump at every dark corner. It's my fault and my responsibility, and I'm ready to deal with it, at least by asking the police, but how they work, plus my reputation, I hope it doesn't make things worse...
 - It's not your fault, enough already, - Guyon rolled his eyes.
 - I stirred up this mess...
 - You did not break Metarma's psyche. You did not poison me. You did not set fire to our old headquarters. They broke the law and crossed the line; they made their choice. Go ahead, blame Lavender for Pheasant raping her, why don't you.
 - Guyon, that's different...
 - It's the same thing. Besides, last time you wanted to deal with something like this, you almost got killed and thrown in jail. Do you really need that?
 - I don't care what happens to me, but I'm putting you and all of Carneol in danger...
 - You're not putting anyone in danger. They are.
 - Fine, let them, Rinse with them, - Beata rolled her eyes, tired of arguing, - but it's still a question of our collective safety. I'm very sorry things turned out this way, and I'm ready to make every effort to control the situation. Within the law, of course.
 - And sixthly, - Guyon interrupted this drama, placing his hand on Beata's hands, - our wedding is set for the thirtieth of November. We planned to get married earlier, but... - he hesitated. He was ready to tell Erefir about his curse if she asked, since it no longer mattered, but he didn't want to dump that on her too; they'd already loaded her up completely. - But due to certain circumstances, Yevgeny advised postponing the wedding for a month. We'll have to wait, - he smiled apologetically.
 - So... That's what we wanted to discuss, - the adventurer smiled crookedly, - and it would also be good to get the news; maybe Garrett will bring a newspaper... Some issues might be resolved thanks to the news.
 - In principle, we would have gathered everyone, but we decided to talk to you first; you're the boss, you know better which issues to prioritize, which to try and resolve through Her Highness, and which to handle on an as-needed basis in the course of work.

With her skills, Erathia would rather collapse a wall on herself.

I wish Erathia would collapse on me.

I wish Erathia would come crashing down on me.

So, that's who our main fan of "dommi mommi girlfriend" is...

The Black Knight sighs heavily, exhaling clouds of cold vapor from his lifeless lungs, and shakes his head.
—I just wanted this fruit to benefit the people close to me, and there are far fewer than a hundred of them in this city, even fewer than the fingers on one hand. And please don't put yourself last in this group when the opposite is true. Dexterity and perception, spirit, faith, charisma, and all the other characteristics, you deserve all of this no less than anyone else. And first of all, confidence. And I'm not saying this as an expert, but rather as someone who lacks most of these qualities. But if you don't want to, it would be strange to force you.

—Thank you, Klin...
Barely holding back tears from the overwhelming rush of emotions, the former captain hugs the death knight again. And then, without delay, she eats the fruit and receives +3 to dexterity and perception.

Erephir clutched her head.
-- Oh, come on, why did you overload me with so much detail all at once? Do you think I'm stupid, or are we not close enough for me to understand things with just a few words? I should give you all a good smack! )

-- The trade manual is great; I'm tired of wasting a million gold on who knows what. Baldr's School – I have no idea where that is, but it sounds EXCELLENT. I'll ask Her Highness tomorrow if we have a month free. If we do, choose based on your preferences; there's no need to overthink it. You need to connect with these elements, not try to persuade them to grant you cool skills. I think there's nothing better in the world than metal and fire, except maybe the stars in the sky, but they're too far away. I don't even want to look at anything else. )

-- I have 3 action points for forging, and if we're learning Baldr's skills, that should be enough. I want to buy some cosmic ore from the princess if she has any, thanks to the family business. If I manage to get it, you guys can chip in, understood?

-- I'll start recruiting after I try to negotiate a higher salary, because right now, everyone is running away from us, and I'm tired of this situation...

-- I'll ask about the law. I don't understand what the problem is with keeping an eye on the cat. I've had pets, even bigger ones, guys... Just leave it.

-- And leave those bandits alone! If you're afraid, we can organize a night patrol, according to wartime law, but honestly, no one is going to bother you. If you start a war against them, then yes, they'll retaliate.

-- And here's the last, and saddest, news... You were already prepared, oh dear, how did that happen? But I won't pry into personal matters; skip this month and move on.

-- What else was there? Ah, about the priests, it's simple: the Arselian priests in your metropolis were too fanatical, and there could be problems. Not least because of you, Beat, by the way, or do you think your "whispers" would have gone unnoticed? 😉

-- Now that the power has changed, the situation has changed too. Kripov and his protégés are more than acceptable to me; moreover, they're not stupid enough to be careless in light of the threats facing Anush. So, I have nothing against having a priest in the squad if he shares the current official position.

So, this is who our main fan of "daddy mommy girlfriend" is...

It collapsed in the normal sense, not in your perverted femdom sense. 🙄

Erefir clutched her head.
-- Oh, why did you load all this on me in such detail tonight? Do you think I'm stupid, or are we not close enough for me to understand in a few words? I'd like to give you a good smack.

- Well, we tried, we rehearsed...
- We don't need any smacks...

-- The Trading Manual is great, I'm tired of spending a million on who knows what. Baldr's School – I have no idea where it is, but it's just EXCELLENT, I'll ask His Highness tomorrow if we have a month. If it comes to that, choose based on your preferences, there's no need to think about it for too long. You need to connect with these elements, not try to persuade them to learn cool skills. I think that nothing in the world is better than metal and fire, except perhaps the stars in the sky, but they are too far away. I don't even want to look at anything else.

- That's exactly the point, we have too many options... We almost want everything. We had to think more practically.
- Metal suits us both. We are primarily warriors, down-to-earth people without magic or any other tricks.

-- I have 3 Action Points for forging, and if we learn Baldr's skills, it seems like that's all. I want to buy cosmic ore from the princess, if she has any, thanks to the family business. If it works out, you can chip in for it, you understand.

- We'll chip in, we'll chip in.

-- Recruiting will be after I try to get a higher salary, because everyone is running away from us now, I'm tired of this situation...

- Yes, we need a salary!

-- I'll ask about the law. I don't understand what the problem is with keeping an eye on the cat, I've had pets, even bigger ones... Just leave it.

- The problem is that this kitty is special. As Guiyosha said, it could be a good protector. But the problem is that it will take some effort to direct it in the right direction. And we'll be so exhausted from the school that we won't be able to do anything.
BiboBoba won't have any Action Points, Mysterius requires Action Points for his skill, so for them it will just be a decoration this month, that's why I want to give it to someone who won't have it as a decoration. I want a cat, I'll have a cat in the role-playing, but I'm practical.

-- Just leave these bandits alone. Well, if you're afraid, we can organize a night patrol, according to the law of wartime, but in general, no one is going to bother you. If you start a war against them, then yes, then they will take revenge.

- No one is going to wage war against them! Seriously. But we shouldn't completely forget about these guys either. We won't go looking for trouble, but it won't hurt to be careful and keep an eye out. A patrol is too much, it's an option if the situation escalates.

-- And here's the last, and saddest, news... You were already prepared, oh dear, how did that happen? But I won't interfere in personal matters, skip this month and move on.

- Well... There's one thing. I don't know, I think Guiyon should tell it himself.
- Yes... I'm ready to tell, if Beata is ready, it also concerns her.
- I'm ready.
- We can do it now or later, as you wish. If you want to know, of course. It's not something that will affect our effectiveness.

-- What else was there? Ah. About the priests, it's simple, the Arcelian priests in your metropolis were too fanatical, there could be problems at any moment. Not least because of you, Beata, by the way, or do you think your "whisper" would go unnoticed? 😉

- What, it's all my fault?! It's all that stupid painting!!! I'm just glad Guiyosha ran to Evgeny, not to the church.

-- Now that the power has changed, the situation has also changed, Kripov and his proteges are more than likable to me, and besides, they are not stupid enough to be careless in light of the threats to Anush. So I have nothing against a priest in the squad, if he shares the current official position.

- Excellent! Evgeny is a great guy, we vouch for him!
- Yes... And a little more about our plans for tomorrow. We'll get gifts, maybe discuss something else, but we want to spend the whole day in the archive. There's a lot of interesting stuff there, we want to read.And spend all our Action Points on books from the archive, if Reven will allow it.
- Uh-huh. And the day after tomorrow, we'll start learning and spend the rest of the time walking around the city, helping someone, I heard that Alexandra needs a designer, and Linetta has returned, we need to gather news for her and share it, maybe we'll do something else.

- Are you kidding? I am absolutely certain that you are popular – your energy, your enthusiasm, and your good looks surely have far more admirers than you might think. You are a "Genki-chan-type," as it's called in the greatest cultures of the universe. What could be found in me, a strict woman in her... in her thirties – that's the million-rem question. But I won't lie if I say that it's not the question that occupies my mind.
- As for him... I think he is a man predisposed to great things, but who was unlucky in his upbringing. Or rather, in his origins. Appearance, money, other material and physical qualities – all of this is transient; when your business fails or is torn apart by debt sharks, and your morning awakening begins to be accompanied by a thick fog in your head and pain from having slept all night in an uncomfortable position, because your body no longer allows such luxury, then the only constant of your "self" will remain your soul, your character – that is what constitutes personality. His soul is sick, his character is bad, and I can only shudderingly guess about the deeds of the past, but at least there is a possibility of improvement and repentance. It may seem like a small thing, but you would be surprised how rare it is in people. I am not one of those who readily forgives the sins of others and believes that, first and foremost, conditional criminals and villains need rehabilitation, but I still consider minimizing evil by any means to be a virtue. Believe me, any demon outside the city limits will gladly bite your head off if you just ask; there is no need to make it easier for him to sow suffering with our own hands.