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Posts from 🐙 Planet Aberat, Kingdom of Selya-Mira 🐙Auto-translated
Sho-Ni enters the store. Unfortunately, the salesperson turns out to be a woman. It's hard to say whether she would want to get to know the fox better or recommend this acquaintance to the men around.
– Greetings. The goods are not the cheapest, but they are exactly what you need on the Northern Frontier.
- Hello! You have good goods, useful in these lands. Tell me, do you offer any discounts? 🥺
Uses Seduction.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
- Yes, - Dеревос confirms the obvious and surveys the familiar landscape. - There are indeed some patients here, and not just one. Aldriches, mentally unstable individuals; we've caught several dozen of them in just half a month. They came from the east. Something strange is happening to them; a typical criminal wouldn't behave like this, but what exactly is unclear. It's as if they've all been hit on the head with a bag, and they're all the same. Maybe you'll discover something unusual? It's not certain, of course; it's just a thought, but who knows, maybe we'll find something to latch onto. My colleague shares intelligence on the suspects and polishes all of this with official paperwork and an order.
- Hello! You have some good items, useful in these lands. Tell me, do you offer any discounts? 🥺
Uses seduction.
The merchant's eyes seemed to wander strangely over Sho-Ni's body, clad in a kimono.
- Oh, these men... they all spend their days in their club these days. Seriously, what's so special about that guy with the red scarf on his head? Yes, he dances, and he's good-looking... But to watch him for so long and so often... Maybe it's just an excuse, and they're actually doing something else? Oh well... As the wise men said, only a man and a woman can be together for true love, but anything goes for a simple fling, as long as it's enjoyable!
The merchant walks around Sho-Ni, hangs a "CLOSED" sign on the door, and then closes the door.
- Discounts, you say... I would have given a twenty percent discount to a fox from the Emerald Isles anyway, but I'll have to give you a fifty percent discount! That's how trade works, you know.
With these words, the merchant unbuttons her shirt, revealing a level of beauty worthy of membership in the cult of Sorn-Tarn, pushes her braid off her chest, and embraces Sho-Ni passionately. The experienced sailor clearly had the physical advantage, so there was no escape.
The merchant's eyes were strangely fixated on Sho-Ni's body, clad in a kimono.
– Oh, these men... they've all been spending all day and night at their club lately. Seriously, what's so special about that guy with the red scarf on his head? Sure, he dances beautifully... But to watch him for so long and so often... Maybe it's just a pretext, and they're actually doing something else? Oh well... As the wise men said, only a man and a woman can be together for true love, but anything goes for a simple fling, as long as it's enjoyable!
The merchant walks around Sho-Ni, hangs a "CLOSED" sign on the door, and actually closes the door.
– You want a discount... I would have given a twenty percent discount to that fox from the Emerald Isles anyway, but I'll have to give you a fifty percent discount! That's how trade works, you know.
With these words, the merchant unbuttons her shirt, revealing a level of beauty worthy of membership in the cult of Sorn-Tarn, pushes her braid off her chest, and embraces Sho-Ni passionately. Physical superiority was definitely on the side of the experienced sailor, so there was no escape.
- Um, heh)) If that's how things are done here, what can you do? "You can't live on pods alone; you can also rub against peas," thought Sho-Ni and decided to let the saleswoman take the initiative.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Another woman in her place might have been consumed by shame, reduced to nothing but ashes like a witch burned by the inquisitors, but modesty was foreign to her, and the feeling of shame was solely associated with dissatisfaction with her performance on the battlefield. - Eh-eh-hey, - before speaking, the loser looked around and twitched her limbs, assessing the strength of her shackles, - is anyone alive? Saki was as far from humor as Aberat was from Reima, so this form of address to her captors was not a joke, but merely a simple unwillingness to talk to the undead that had defeated her, since they lacked their own will.
The shackles were even too strong for a prisoner like Saki.
- Well, we were all alive this morning, - one of the knights unexpectedly replied.
- Oh, she reminded us of herself. What should we do with her, brothers? - another one perked up.
- But what good is she, really, even less than a necromancer... She's not a priestess, Osgold Ron won't praise us. He needs other conquests, - the third noted.
- And who brought her here? Not to the camp, I remember that, but to the dungeon, - the leader of the knights asked.
An awkward pause hung in the air.
- A necromancer, sir.
- I see... - the leader of the knights grunted. - So, it was his gift to us. And he's polite. I thought it was one of you who took this girl from the rebels.
The captain stood up from his chair and took a few steps towards Saki. She finally managed to get a more or less good look at him. Life had definitely taken its toll on this knight.
The knight raised a glass of wine in front of him, and then tilted it slightly forward. The crimson liquid poured through the bars of the grate onto Saki's body. The drops of wine on her pale skin strangely resembled blood, and this evoked a certain feeling in the knight, akin to nostalgia. He smiled. He smiled sadly.
- There are three ways. The first is that we have a new, not very useful slave. The second is that we let you go, but with some conditions. And the third... We need centaurs, don't we? - the captain turned to his comrades.
- We could use some. We have little money left.
- The third is that we sell you to the fanatics of the Lord of Vice. And then, whatever happens: maybe you'll become an respected person among them, maybe you'll die. Who knows. Which option do you prefer, stranger? - the captain of the Brown Banner knights asked mockingly.
What are you doing with my experience points, you perverts? Why are there pods everywhere? And besides, all the sorted ones can't limit themselves to just one thing. It contradicts their philosophy. So, they might indulge in pods, but not only that. And... a man and a woman are still an icon, even for them; Salitil is all about the pods.
By the way, there will be no posts tomorrow until noon Moscow time. I have some real-life stuff to do in the first half of the day.
Once, a mentor told Saki that all so-called cultured people – that is, musicians, writers, artists, and all sorts of scientists – are “sick bastards,” because the average person would never be able to think the way they do. Feeling the alcohol running down her skin through her thin clothes, she understood a little bit what he meant at the time – the action was essentially pointless, but something in the other person’s mind had prompted him to do it. - I’m not used to domestic life and I have no experience with intimacy with men, so I wouldn’t make a good slave. All I know how to do is fight. How about I serve as a weapon in your battles, and in return, when my freedom is bought with the blood of your enemies, I will be granted revenge against your warlock – the one who humiliated me?
- I, - Dervos confirms the obvious and surveys the familiar landscape. - Yes, there are patients here, and not just one. We've caught several Aldrin, who are not quite right, in just half a month. They came from the east, it turns out. Something strange is happening to them; a common criminal wouldn't behave like this, but what it is isn't clear. It's as if they've all been hit on the head with a bag, and they're all the same. Maybe you'll discover something unusual? It's not a certainty, of course; it's just a thought, but who knows, maybe we'll find something to latch onto. My colleague shares intelligence on the suspects and polishes it all up with an official document containing the order.
Kayla nods.
- Nothing new. If Captain Akoren had authorized the autopsy of all criminals without exception, some people wouldn't have to waste time on unnecessary running around. I understand everything. I'll get it done today.
Kayla takes the order, and Dervos is now shown the door. Now he has time for himself. Perhaps he had business outside the fortress?
Available movement (Action Points: 5):
1) Dervos's Apartments (headquarters) 2) The District of Selar's Mercy (1 AP)
Dervos gains 50 organization points.
Dervos loses the item "Order to autopsy criminals".
- Even better, investigate right at the crime scene, instead of dragging them to headquarters unnecessarily. Okay, I'll check in later. Once outside, he assessed his options - the investigation hadn't started yet, which meant there was no point in hanging around the dusty headquarters. With a brisk pace and a twirl of his mustache, he decided to patrol the area.
Небо
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