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- A sword, huh? Does that mean they actually wielded these swords, or did the blacksmiths just give them intimidating names? Judging by the size, I'd say the former...
- This people have their own territory on the northwestern island, so yes - they wield them and they forge them themselves. - The Heresiarch smirked at what was said. - However, they don't have any national weapons similar to these four examples. Author
- I already have a similar weapon - only much stronger. It scales with spirit and intelligence," he shows it with a pencil in a cherry blossom ornament. - But yes, it's a beautiful blade, even if just to hang it on the wall and drink tea under it... Unfortunately - or perhaps fortunately - my experience doesn't allow me to assess its combat effectiveness, so I'll take your word for it.
- "A pencil is stronger than a sword" - that's what I'll write in my diary if I decide to get one. Author
- Oh... I know this feeling," Myco nodded. After a few seconds of silence, she added. - But, perhaps, their useful properties may be lost on someone... unworthy.
- Hmm... You seem to have lost some spirit since our last meeting. What happened?
Adopt a child, and then loudly declare to the four winds that they don't listen to you.
It was time to go and reassure the Carnelian people, so Erefir heads straight there. As she crosses the threshold, she abruptly draws her sword, causing a loud "clink" as a ray of light, somehow filtering through the roof, strikes it.
-- Lords and ladies of Carnelia! The Apostle of Despair has attacked, and has thus officially declared war on us! He came on a Monday morning, as if to end the shift at the factory. Thus, the threat has transformed from a hypothetical one into a real one right before our eyes. Nothing can bring back the dead, and to my regret, the city was not prepared enough, nor were we, hoping for a delay, but all hopes were in vain. Carnelia has at best a week to prevent the next attack.
-- At the same time, we have lost worthy warriors by hiring them: Sir Triton, -- a pause. -- Sir Jingo, -- a pause. -- Lady Gorazdia, -- a pause.
-- They were unlucky enough to become victims of the attack, but the Apostle will regret it. Another, more promising news is that a familiar and beloved friend, the unparalleled healer, and now more than just a healer, Kalina, a veteran of Carnelia, is ready to join us for the duration of this mission, and she will take on the blessing of water. Our current distribution looks like this:Author
Kumari: Erefir (o), Garret (z), Alaria (o - reserve), Merel (z - reserve) Wakamo: Kalina (v) Heles: Beata (v), Gion, Kilika (v - reserve)
-- May Anush and the elemental gods smile upon us!
-- Astellia, this is your mission. If, by the time the Apostle's cooldown is over, we have not returned to Margel for some reason, lock up the building and hide behind the city limits. Extra credit if you save the valuables, but that is less important. Alternatively, you are allowed to evacuate right now; we cannot risk your life. We will contact you as soon as the danger passes, but provide me or Her Highness Milady Naera with details about your plans. You have served us well, and under any circumstances, I will ensure that you retain your current provisions, so nothing holds you back. What follows next is a task for the warriors.
- Yes, just trivial matters. I had the pleasure of speaking with your colleague, who helped me rethink my life path and gave me useful advice on... what I should strive for. Nothing worth your attention. I'm just surprised by your patience," she thought, glancing at the Toyokawa katana, that besides being in a sheath on her belt or back, or as a dual-wield with a cherry pencil, or hanging on the wall, it would look just as good in her stomach or neck.
you need to plunge the Devourer into the stone on the ruins of the square, so that in future games it becomes an attraction
—Maybe, but luckily, somewhere like Margel, nothing threatens us except local bandits. It is unlikely that tomorrow meteors will start falling from the sky. After making another circle on the snow-white canvas, the strollers slowly move towards the exit from the wonderful park.
- There aren't that many bandits here, as far as I know, and meteors... I think people in ancient times also thought they were living in safety, and then celestial beings started falling on their heads!
- Chief, just a reminder, we need letters from Evgeny and from His Highness before we fly to Helles. We have Evgeny's letter, but I don't think we have His Highness's, right?
- Oh, just some trivial matters. I had the pleasure of speaking with your colleague, who helped me rethink my life path and gave me some useful advice on... what I should strive for. Nothing that would interest you. I'm just surprised by your patience, - glancing at the toyokawa katana, she thought that in addition to the scabbard on her belt or back, a dual-wielding sword with a cherry pencil, or hanging on the wall, it would look just as good in her stomach or neck.
- With all due respect, I think whether it deserves my attention or not is up to me, not you. Inviting you to follow me to the basement would be a bit inappropriate, so we'll have to settle for the second floor, but I hope no one is listening. - The tentacle shifts its attention to the saleswoman. - Be so kind as to keep our guest occupied, will you? - Uh-huh. Got it! - Well, let's go.
- Chief, just a reminder, we need letters from Evgeny and from His Highness before we fly to Helles. We have Evgeny's letter, but I don't think we have His Highness's, right?
-- We're going to the villa, all the letters will be there. And if they aren't, then the Patriarch's letter will be enough, -- hands over the Helles letter to Beate, and the Wakams letter to Kalina.
The fair-haired man leads Aiyano to the same room where, a couple of weeks ago, he made her listen to him play the balalaika. - Well, tell me, what's bothering you?
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