☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

- According to the specified parameters, this is what came out: 

+5 to dexterity
+5 to perception
+5 to willpower saving throws. 

 - Excellent, thank you! Just what I needed! You have golden hands!
Beata almost immediately equips that beauty.
 - You look like some kind of dark harlequin in that; it suits you, - Guyon smiled.
 - "Dark harlequin" sounds great!
-> flame

- Isn't this the first location in every empire that helps it establish its dominance over the population? - she looks around for familiar faces.

- Ah! You haven't even started learning how to wield a sword, and you're already making jabs at me, albeit only verbally for now!

Aiyano doesn't see any familiar faces, but she does see a familiar sack on the executioner's head and the equally familiar silhouette of his ghostly companion.

- Ha-ha... Maybe someday I'll share my thoughts on this with you, if the time comes. Actually, I came here for only one thing, - she nods towards the gentlemen. - You, uh... - she considers whether to warn him in advance, and if so, about what exactly, but the thought doesn't come. - Anyway, let's go, we'll figure it out as we go.

- Oh... It's you. - The executioner politely bowed his head. - I won't say "good day," as it's far from being a good one for everyone, but still, hello. - He looks at Sonata. - Hmm?

- Konnichiwa, - the priestess replies with a bow. - This is Sonata-san. And this is Adorable Adalard-san, a person of high moral character, who has been of great help to me. Hmm... is this not a good day for you? Has something happened while I was away from the city?

-> flame

Defense: 24%
Fire damage -12%
Earth damage -12%
Air damage -12%
Water damage -12%
Will saving throws +10


Damage: 80%
Accuracy: 80%
Range: 20
Two accuracy rolls.
Crit: stun and immobilization, bypassing will.
20% chance not to break.

- Konnichiwa, - the priestess replies, bowing slightly. - This is Sonata-san. And this is Adorable Adalard-san, a person of high moral character who has been of great help to me. Hmm... is this not a good day for you? Has something happened while I was away from the city?

- It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Sonata.
- The pleasure is mine.
The pointy-eared alien extended her hand for a handshake.
- Are you sure?... These hands are up to the elbows in blood...
- Ah... Don't worry about it.
- Well then... In that case, I'm glad to meet you. - Adalard shakes the woman's hand. - Every day is a good day, but if you think about it, every minute of it is not good for someone, isn't it? It would be very unpleasant to greet someone with such words if their present is colored by negative emotions.

- Ah... Don't worry about it, my hands are stained with blood up to my elbows. 😊

Fixed.

Defense: 24%
Fire damage -12%
Earth damage -12%
Air damage -12%
Water damage -12%
Protective will rolls +10


Damage: 80%
Accuracy: 80%
Range: 20
Two accuracy rolls. 
Crit: concussion and immobilization bypassing will. 
20% chance not to break. 

😍 🤩

 - Thank you, thank you! This is just what we needed!
 - Yes, great, everything's perfect! We never doubted your skill!

They equip it. Beata places the crossbow in the primary weapon slot and the bat in the secondary.

Meanwhile, as they change, I poke at the diary, though I'll deal with whatever was done before the timeskip first.

Looking at this scene, for a moment, Aiyano wondered whose hands were cleaner in the end, but she dismissed the thought the very next second. - As always, your politeness is beyond praise. But no, don't worry, it's still a very good day. I wanted to thank you again for last time, and also give you this... - a talisman of darkness appears from her bag. - A small gift, so that negative emotions don't bother your bright heart so much. And don't be embarrassed by the design - strangely enough, that's how it's supposed to be.

After looking at this scene, for a moment, Aiyano wondered whose hands were cleaner in the end, but the very next moment, she dismissed the thought.
- As always, your politeness is beyond praise. But no, don't worry, it's still a very good day. I wanted to thank you again for the last time, and also give you this... - from her bag, a talisman of darkness appears. - A small gift, so that negative emotions don't bother your bright heart so much. And don't be embarrassed by the design - strangely enough, that's how it's supposed to be.

- This... for me? - Through the executioner's hood, his eyes expressed surprise. - To be honest, this is the first gift I've received in... a very long time. I thank you deeply, I will cherish it like a family heirloom.

Given that we've decided on the tournament and the Alaria RP, I don't see any other options but...

Leaving the office of the perpetually busy commander, Alaria headed home. Erefir didn't share any further details about the ways to earn the favor of one element or another. Either she didn't know herself, or she was saving it for the next briefing, once a clearer plan of action was formed. But the Tanarrian herself had certain assumptions about this. Perhaps they were wrong, but it was still worth trying.

The former inquisitor knew very little about her future squadmates, but observations of their training made one thing clear: none of them had chosen the path of flame that she had. Even those who might have been righteous Anuzites and offered prayers to the Four, hardly felt the same kinship with the fiery element. Flame was connected to her past and her present. So much so that it was perceived as an integral part of herself. This was even reflected in her character traits – she was ambitious, curious, and persistent, never ceasing to move forward even in moments of weakness. In its worst manifestations, she was like an uncontrolled and insatiable fire that consumed everything around her. In its best, she was like a campfire that carefully protected weary travelers and dispelled the night's darkness. At least, that's how the warrior perceived herself.

And when the flame of Tanaris was extinguished by Melesar, when she tried again to rekindle the fire of her soul by studying the school of Baldur, the element responded to her. It did not reject her, despite her being an outsider, but accepted and enveloped her in warmth. It penetrated into the deepest corners of her soul and irrevocably changed Alaria's very nature. It allowed her to look at the world with fresh eyes, giving her a completely new perspective on certain things and only strengthening her desire to deepen her knowledge of the nature of flame. Such an act of acceptance, such hospitality, inspired a certain hope that Rufus might respond, sensing the purity and sincerity of her intentions.

Of course, the Tanarrian didn't know much about the god of fire himself, not being a theologian who had spent decades studying religious texts. She knew that Rufus was usually described and depicted as an attractive man, possessing character traits associated with his element. She had also heard stories about the amorous blond god, who sometimes shared a bed with ordinary mortals. According to what the former inquisitor had read in the Vishnian encyclopedia, on the southern continent there were myths that the otherworldly goddess, Risha, had also managed to interest him, which resulted in a diverse and passionate offspring. Alaria didn't know if all this was true, fiction, or something in between, but it gave her a certain idea and fit well with her personal vision of the nature of flame. She understood what to expect, although she doubted that her outstanding talents or stunning stockings would be a decisive factor.

Alaria didn't know if her attempt had any chance of success. But if you don't try, you'll never know, right? In case of failure, you can always try again, as her knowledge in this area becomes deeper. Therefore, the girl repeated the actions that she usually performed during her training in mastering the path of flame. She immersed herself in deep meditation, focusing on the flame that burned within her and the fiery energy that filled the surrounding world. Mentally and emotionally, she appealed to Rufus, hoping that he would decide to turn his gaze to her and show her favor.

Alaria doesn't remember the rest of the day, but she wakes up the next morning with an unbearable burning sensation in her lower abdomen. However, the blessing of fire hasn't come to her. Nor have her menstrual periods, which were due to start any day now.
Alaria becomes

At least there will be an excuse to avoid dangerous missions...

- Guiyosh, let's go get the sonatina; I have an idea how we can get out of this!
- Both of us?
- Yes. You're going to be a father, so you need to be protected too. We don't want our child to grow up in a single-parent family, do we?