Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

Laikos and the Queen arrived; Zostmer eliminated the rest.

Savings: 0 rem Experience: 240 HP: 370 Diseases: None Injuries: None Curses: None Special Traits: The character has an aptitude for magic.

Origin: Upper Lunaria +10 to beauty, guaranteed aptitude for magic during testing (after the start).  Conviction: Patronage of Moen - winter +25% to affinity (water), immunity to injuries and protection from lethal situations (e.g. traps) and effects (e.g. assassin abilities).  Profession: Musician The character can play musical instruments. Skills: --- Spells: available to learn for 500: quagmire, chain lightning, fire arrow. Attributes Strength 10 Endurance 10 Perception 10 Agility 10 Luck 10 Spirit 10 Intellect 27 Speed 10 Faith 10 Beauty 50 Charisma 38 Parameters Attack: 100 Health: 100 Accuracy: +10% Evasion: 10% Crit Chance: 10% Willpower: 10 Spell Points: 3 Spell Power: 270 Experience: +54% (154%) Initiative: 10 SP: 2 Virtue: 100 Action Points: 7 Affinity Fire: 0%

Equipment Weapon 1: Odyssey For every 5 points of charisma, the musician grants a chosen ally 1 additional turn; after these turns are completed, the character cannot continue the battle.   Increases damage dealt by allies by 1% for each point of their charisma. Rune of Carneol +100% to experience gained (stacks with intellect). Weapon 2: Drum Manufacturer: Melody Made in Margel (Welfern) Increases the attack of characters by (charisma)% of the musician. Slot: weapon.  Requires the musician profession.  Head:  Body:  Shoulders:  Hands:  Boots:  Accessory 1: Anti-magic Ring Prevents the use of spells on the territory of Margel and Thais.  Cannot be removed without the involvement of the magic bureau.   Accessory 2:  Other 1:  Rune of the Patriarch Neutralizes the miasma of Nephria.  Other 2:  Other 3:  Bag with other equipment:

- Just hanging out? - Cleona eyes the priestess's outfit and painted nails. - I have a feeling that's not quite the case.

- Well, yes, what's so unusual about that? - Following the direction of her gaze, she blushes and hides her nails. - Ah... It slipped my mind; I'm still not used to it. It just happened that one thing led to another, and another to a third... and in the end, the eldest of the imperial sisters here adopted me. Please, don't ask, it's a very long and tedious story... - she sighs. - Anyway, this role doesn't come with any privileges, power, land, inheritance, or anything like that. So, my life's calling remains on the spiritual side of existence. ...Thank you for sharing. But listen, "appears in dreams and terrorizes"? Do you mean nightmares, or is something obviously more tangible happening? Is something like that even possible in your situation? Maybe some kind of curse... Although, I don't sense anything particularly unusual about you... beyond what should be in your position. Yes, it's very strange. I know a couple of people I could consult with about this, but it might not be possible in the near future. Well, if it's needed, we'll figure it out. One thing I want to tell you, Cleona-san, - in our company with Sonata, it's normal, but don't talk about questions of origin to strangers. The people here are generally understanding, but sometimes completely unnecessary friction can arise, so - keep that in mind, it's better not to talk about it. But yes - today is a festive day in the empire. The coronation of the new Empress - Her Majesty Naria es Diesra Arual - by her grace, we are currently in her residence. So, if you still want to join us, don't hesitate, it will be a good opportunity to get acquainted with the local normal life.

When the knight, driven by duty, rode off in search of a musician, Alaria was once again lost in thought. She didn't want to abandon her comrades, especially considering her own contribution to the success of the group. They definitely needed her. She knew how to fight the undead, their upcoming enemy, even if not in large-scale battles. And she couldn't see any other candidates to replace Erefir, except perhaps herself. Guyon, maybe. And in the picture of the future that she envisioned, she was clearly present as an indispensable member, just like the redhead. On the other hand, another sense of duty called to her. The desire to protect the former empress, who led the second pillar. The empress probably didn't remember her, but what did that matter? Alaria knew that without Sonata's attempts to improve Rheims, she might have strayed onto a dark path. And this wasn't even considering the Rheims solidarity, which also extended to Ayano. But even with the priestess, things weren't so simple, even though she probably didn't even suspect the existence of her Tanarisi "colleague" in the fight against evil. Their paths were intertwined in a very interesting way, connected by a web of common acquaintances. Common comrades who had long since left this world, and the duty to them urged the inquisitor to "at least protect her – the others have scattered, only to meet an unfortunate end somewhere." They also encountered the consequences of each other's actions. Ayano dealt with the problems of the palace, while Alaria, under Sonata's guidance, dealt with the consequences of the knowledge of Reisen that had fallen into the hands of the aristocrats. Such different hunters of evil, but they worked for the same cause. Alaria wanted to protect those remnants of her homeland that these women represented. Again, the field of activity of "Aconia" was very close to her own. It was practically the same thing that she did in Rheims or even Tanaris, but without the dubious undercurrent of inquisitorial duties. She even knew Calcite – a very useful skill when she inevitably had to deal with slave traders and their accomplices. Perhaps the ideal option would be to combine all of this, being both a knight of "Carnelian" and assisting "Aconia." But would Her Majesty allow it? Would there be enough time for this, especially if she became the redhead's deputy? It was hard to say. For now, the Fortress is still under construction – the chances are not so small. But then... perhaps that's another reason to have wyverns in the Fortress. Alaria wasn't even worried that she wouldn't have time for "personal" matters – she had come to terms with the fact that she was a workaholic and lived for duty.

[DATA DELETED] I need to reduce Zostmer's stats; my initial assessment was slightly off...

Okay, enough with the DC references; we don't need any more Jokers. I'm switching to references from My Little Pony...

...actually, that's a bad example.

If you see in the game:
A laser beam shooting from horns,
Poisons, wolves, rockfalls,
Three-headed hellhounds,

Transformation into a vampire,
Destruction of castles,
Plans for world domination,
Raging beavers,

Fire-breathing dragons,
An icy armageddon,
An army of zombie children,
And a stylish, horned throne,

Kidnapping the bride,
The Hive consuming everything,
Production of berserk clones,
And control over minds,

A raid on ruins for loot,
A hydra with four heads,
Temporal paradoxes,
Killing enemies,

And long, writhing tentacles
Belonging to enormous worms —
Rest assured, you've seen
A children's cartoon about ponies!

Right, the kettle's boiling; I'm writing a post.

The first task is to make sure that the residents of Margel, who are gathered here next to the stage, remember this day as the best day of their lives. Everything else will follow. Can you handle it?

- I can handle it! - The pointy-eared blonde steps forward. Erephir recognizes her as one of the townspeople from the crowd who had bombarded her with questions. - My name is Arivel!

- I can do it! - The pointy-eared blonde steps forward. Erephir recognizes her as one of the townspeople who had bombarded her with questions. - My name is Arivel!

-- Thank you, Arivel, I'm glad to meet you, -- a warm nod. -- Let's not waste time, as I also need to participate a bit.

"And yet, that conversation wasn't in vain; it's not just not a defeat, but a real victory, albeit a modest one."

After a short time, the musician and Erephir find themselves backstage, so that Beata can see and give instructions. The redhead doesn't refuse her word; she is still willing to perform a song in addition to her usual act. Of course, the nosenrot could also take some time to introduce everyone, including the NPCs, to each other.

Meanwhile, Alaria also took to the stage and was ready for any burst of creativity that Beata might unleash upon them and Erathia.

- There's no need to be embarrassed; we're all women here, and we're all beautiful, so there shouldn't be any reason for us to feel insecure or envious of each other," Cleona said, stating this unexpected thesis, and took Aiyano's hand in hers without any regard for etiquette, bringing her painted nails back into view. "See? Neat fingers, nice polish, and it suits you. Mine, however, are even prettier," she said, showing her long fingers, which were painted with a black as night polish. "Don't you think?"
- Hmm... It's as if you're trying to contradict what you just said, Cleona. Sonata leans against Aiyano, takes her hand in hers, and gently squeezes her fingers, demonstrating the intertwining of blue and pale pink polish. "Length isn't the most important thing."
- They say that modesty is a virtue, but it wasn't practiced in my dynasty, so you two will have to accept that. "
- Who says that?
- People. She shrugs. "But fine, I understand. I won't mention my background again unless it's necessary. And yes, by terror, I meant nightmares. They're too consistent to be just the product of an unhealthy subconscious. By the way, you were lucky to be adopted. You could have ended up in the same situation as Sonata and I..." She gets up. "Lead the way; I'm ready for a tour of the city."

- Who's talking?
- People.

Smiling at this exchange of pleasantries, Aiyano nods:
- Thank you. Your color also suits you very well - both with your hair and your dress. Is it yours or did you get it here? And the fact that you managed to "harpoon" the prince is not surprising at all. Anyone who is capable of doubting this should have their eyes removed and replaced with pig eyes.
- Actually, I was going to visit Aria-dono as well, but since that's the case, I think it's better to do it later, she's probably still resting. We'll meet with your (sonatina) little darlings later, but for now - how about we walk to the sanctuary? I simply must see Minako-chan if she's still there, besides, it's on the way to the city.

During the preparations, Beata and Guillon stepped into the tent, where Guillon once again donned Ars Magna, and Beata, after some hesitation, put on Dark Harlequin, but arranged her acrobat costume so that it was within easy reach and she could quickly change between acts. Now they have two extra outfits... Who knew, who knew... Only yesterday she was chatting carefreely with these people, admiring their talents, and today they are gone. And all because of some psychopath—Rinze should be his bride!
This is not the first time people in her circle have perished. Not the first time people have died because of her, after all. True, it's one thing when you kill an unknown victim or a jerk who drove you to your breaking point, and quite another when good people, toward whom you wished no ill, become victims of your lack of foresight... The same thing happened in the summer when she almost lost Guillon. The same thing happened now.
Snorting angrily, Beata brushed her hair off her forehead. No time for reflection. Time to work.
- Beat, we're here, - Guillon called out to her.
Noticing Laikos and the Queen entering the tent, Beata almost kissed them with joy that they had actually come; only the boundaries of propriety and the memory of the strongman's love for social distancing forced her to limit herself to a wide smile.
- Guys, I'm so glad to see you! It's great that you came, thank you, thank you!
She hastily calls out to Erephir and Alaria.
- We have a force majeure today; we're performing with a reduced cast and will be improvising on the fly, but don't worry, I'll take most of it upon myself! Our main mission is to please the audience, and it will be accomplished no matter what! Get ready, the schedule remains in effect, minus the animal trainer and knife throwing; as planned, I'll split the acrobatics into two parts, phew... - she took a large gulp of coffee left over from the night. - The rest is as we rehearsed. Music... There won't be any, so just keep the rhythm in your head, count like we did during the first run-through, and everything will be fine. An artist's main skill is to put on a brave face despite a bad game; if something goes wrong, pretend it was intended that way—smile and wave, even if a fat polar fox is chasing you... no, boss, not you, another fox. That's the situation we have now. Boss, Garrett, by the way, you could wear tights; they'll look more appropriate on stage than armor, since we've had this force majeure.
She looked out of the tent. People had already gathered. There was no turning back. With music or without, with a shield or on a shield—this damn circus performance will happen.
- Well... Sink or swim. May Mother Anuzish be with us.
Beata smiles widely and exits the tent. She no longer heard Erephir's words—she had fallen into a meditative trance where nothing existed except her goal. Despite the absence of musicians, a melody was still playing in her head.

As for circus music, I only know Joker's OST, sorry; at least there's more than one of them, lol.



- Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gents! Madame and Monsieur! Señores and juniors señoritas! Comrades! Welcome to our circus performance dedicated to the coronation of Her Majesty Empress Naria es Diesra Arual! Hurrah!
Waiting for the responding "hurrahs" and applause to fade, Beata continues.
- First, let's get acquainted! My name is Beata, and I am a warrior of the glorious organization "Carneol," serving Her Majesty with faith and loyalty! But service to the crown can take different forms. I am not only a skilled crossbowwoman ruthlessly striking down the enemies of the empire, but also a circus artist! Which means it is in my power to bring not only grief to the enemies of Welfern, but joy to its residents—that is, you! - she spreads her arms in a gesture embracing the crowd and smiles radiantly. - But I could never have managed alone, and soon you will meet all my friends and colleagues with whom we prepared this wonderful show! Each of them deserves your attention; for now, I only want to introduce my loyal friend and partner—Guillon!
- 😳😅 - Guillon, who was leaning against the tent wall, did not expect such a setup.
- This performance happened not least thanks to him, and even now he fulfills his duty as our staff physician! Applause!
Beata makes a heart with her hands, turning toward Guillon. He smiles bashfully.
"Well, at least she didn't start talking about her feelings in public again; gods know how awkward I feel with the attention of a crowd... Okay, fine, I'm dressed and I'm not being used in any own improper way by suspicious individuals, everything is fine."
- There are many rising stars and debutantes among us today, so don't be stingy with your ovations! And if you feel like throwing a rotten tomato or a spoiled egg at someone, I am at your service—but hit me first, ha-ha!
She waves her hand toward the donation box.
- As you have undoubtedly noticed, entry to the performance is free, but exit will cost a thousand rem... Just kidding! Please pay attention to the donation box. All collected funds will go toward the restoration of the city center and Kridear!
"Since we've got our own money now, and there are fewer hired artists, at least some things have become easier."
- And a friendly reminder that it is currently cold season, so please do not cough on each other! I allow you to cough on those sitting in front of you, but only if they are blocking your view! - Beata grinned widely.
She paused for a second, biting her lip. She should say something else, right?
Meanwhile, Guillon, sticking his nose into the tent to make sure everything was alright, finds their entire troupe in the company of an unfamiliar Lunarian—to his luck, a light one, so the stupor wasn't too long.
- This is... Erephir, this... You found us a musician?! Arivell, nice to meet you, my name is Guillon; Beata is rambling on stage over there, no time to explain, Erephir, your act with Garrett is first... - he shook his head desperately, inviting everyone toward the exit.
Beata noticed the commotion at the exit of the artists' tent out of the corner of her eye. Guillosha... Boss... Garrett...
...some Lunarian...
...with a drum?!
With an incredible effort of will, she suppressed the urge to let out a triumphant scream and throw herself around either Erephir or their new find.
Later, all that later...
- And also, let's welcome our musical accompaniment in the person of...
- ...in the person of the incomparable and talented Arivell, your applause! - Guillon stepped in, stunned by his own boldness.
- Applause for Arivell! - Beata clapped her hands, joining the cheering.
Waiting for the Lunarian to move to her designated spot, Beata smiled triumphantly.
- Imagine! A dangerous combat mission, you've clashed with the enemy in a fight to the death! The enemy is incredibly strong, and at stake is nothing less than the fate of the world! Would you like to be there? Fine, I'll ask the question differently! Would you like to watch it from the sidelines? Aha, I knew it! Well, rejoice, for you have that opportunity! A breathtaking combat dance performed by the warriors of Carneol—Erephir and Garrett! Please welcome our artists!
Beata clears the stage and joins Guillon in leaning against the tent wall. Her heart is beating wildly somewhere in her throat.
- Thank you, - she whispered to Erephir as she passed her.
- Thank you, - she whispered to the elf, jumping up to her for a second.
- Thank you, Mother Anuzish, - she whispered, looking up.

You'd be better off going to the circus...

and Erephir can "summon" Kreedarts with his ability... 🤔

- I understand. So... Excuse me for interrupting your date, I'll leave right away, but allow me to ask one last question - where can I find you at another time? A time that is more convenient for conversations with a little-known fellow countryman.

—Don't worry. I live at [57-2], it's right on the way after the villa. If I happen not to be there, then... probably in [K-1], but I don't think it will be for long. —the mountaineer sighed thoughtfully, looking into the distance. —Every fellow countryman will be a welcome guest to me.

Better go to the circus...

The circus will start when Ayano starts handing out gifts to the kids.

and Erefeer can "summon" the creatures of Credeor with her ability... 🤔

A brilliant plan to restore the population of Credeor?

When I was writing the post, I didn't notice that you weren't in the tent, but outside, but whatever, I think I managed to explain it, sorry, I was just inspired and I like to play around with other people's characters 😅

Could Erephir "summon" Kre'Dar units with his ability...? 🤔

Does funding the restoration of Kre'Dar involve converting finances into new population through charm?