Posts from 🐙 Planet Aberat, Kingdom of Selya-Mira 🐙 Auto-translated

No secret agent jumps out of the bushes, no succubus appears from the flames, and even three ominous merchants don't suddenly materialize out of nowhere. Nothing happens. Just a random man lays down some flowers. So what, they're a little reddish... Palace routine!

It seems Lord Amm will have to find another place to relax and hope that someone from the Sorntarnites finds him before the next deadly danger arrives.

Juvenzius Amm loses the item Bouquet of Blood-Red Flowers x1

After gazing at the statue for another five minutes, Juvencius finds a bench, sits down, puts his hands on his head, and pretends to be deep in thought.

- Thank you, sir, - the officer nods meekly. Examining the blade, he wonders if it shouldn't be anti-serpent. But perhaps the masters would find such a name silly. The guard wanted to say a couple more things - that the captain should also take a break, and that they should remember the guys, but he didn't dare spoil the mood. - It will definitely be used for its intended purpose, - the magical, science-fiction, state-issued scabbards on his belt accept the second blade. - If there are any urgent events, you know where to find me, - this confident statement seemed to imply "in the city." With a nod, he walks out into the fresh air and goes wherever his eyes lead him - and they are looking towards Knowledge-6.

– You really took down that woman with insect limbs... – one of the mercenaries suddenly said, – I wouldn't have enough strength for that!

—Who did I take down? Oh, for that, you need our special, northern strength! —the Viking said, slightly staggering, and flexed his bicep. —As my father used to say: whether you drink ale, woo a maiden, or don't hold back in a fight, ha-ha! And how Harold would have commented on the situation without a fate card and the charm effect remains unknown.

The College of Martial Arts was an association of the best weapon masters in the capital. Here, one could not only participate in glorious duels but also receive valuable lessons for a fee.

The College provided the following services:

Training in Unarmed Combat, One-Handed Weapons, Two-Handed Weapons, Exotic Weapons, Armor Proficiency, and Combat Training:

Level:	Required Level:	Price (in centrens):
I	1	2500
II	5	3000
III	10	4500
IV	15	6000
V	20	7500

Receiving a random positive passive skill related to martial arts:

Price (in centrens): 1500 * the number of positive passive skills the character has

Duel (2 Action Points):

Price (in centrens): 1000 (easy), 1500 (medium), 2000 (hard)

Is it possible to get a Battle Pass from scratch?

Before going to bed, Radianta decides to pray to Yog-Sothoth, thanking him for another peaceful day. However, she doesn’t ask for anything for herself – she was already blessed more than many other inhabitants of Aberath: her own reflection in the mirror pleased her, she didn’t lack food or a roof over her head, she had a caring and very loving father, she possessed a gift for magic, and many other small things; to complain about life in such a situation would be, if not ignorant, then at least excessively arrogant.

After considering the route, Albrecht first headed to the merchant Noren to sell the amulet he had found from the cultists.

Sure.

The Wood Elf successfully reaches the location to learn most of the skills. And the Radiant peacefully falls asleep. It’s a pity that Yog-Sothoth doesn’t care about his mortal followers; that’s just the kind of god he is.

Meanwhile, with the mercenaries:

After some dubious conversations, a group of nine hedonism enthusiasts reaches the Rampart. Here, their minds are freed from the haze of intoxication, and they fully understand what happened.

– Oh my... now it’s clear why there were so many rumors about this mission... and why its essence wasn’t properly explained to us!

– Come on! We had a good time!

For the honestly completed work and the risk to their lives, the mercenaries are paid well, and after that, exhausted from the games with the Sorcerers, they only have to go to rest.

Harold Skufinson receives 200 organization points.
Harold Skufinson receives 1250 cetrens.

Meanwhile, on some bench near the palace:

Yes, old age is not a joy even for a Kai. There must have been a lot of stress in the life of Juvenzia Amma.

At some point, a respectable-looking gray-haired man, accompanied by royal guards – great warriors in the best armor in all of Celia-Mira – passes by our cultist.

– Another admirer of the First Minister? There have been too many of you lately.

After considering the route, Albrecht first headed to the merchant Noren to sell the amulet found from the cultists.

Noren buys the Necromancer's Amulet for 200 cetrens.

Juventius bowed.
— With all due respect to the Prime Minister, my primary duty as a gentleman was to pay my respects to the Queen...

– To the Lord? – the stranger raised an eyebrow. – So, I was mistaken. I haven't met anyone who hasn't heard of the people's favorite, Yuenar Kalidar. And yet... such flowers are not brought just like that. Who are you waiting for?

Whoever this man was, he was clearly meticulous.

Juvencius sighed. “Madam Minister… How… unrefined it sounds. Our language is imperfect. As for your question, I am waiting for old friends, although I am not sure if I will meet them today.”

After some questionable conversations, nine hedonism enthusiasts reach Rampart. Here, their minds are freed from the haze of intoxication, and they fully understand what happened.

– Oh my... now it's clear why there were so many rumors about this mission... and why its essence wasn't properly explained to us!

– Come on! We had a good time!

The mercenaries are well paid for their honest work and the risk to their lives, and after that, exhausted from their games with the Sorcerers, they only need to go their separate ways.

—Don't worry, guys, "one against ten" – even a fool can understand that this is easy money for a royal feast! —the Viking clapped the worker on the shoulder. —Up north, these guys would have gone bankrupt long ago, ha-ha!

Harold didn't dwell on the past, so he didn't even think about what had happened: their village berserkers had done even worse things while intoxicated. He only felt sorry for one thing: they didn't get to have a good fight, but maybe tomorrow.

and level 2 for 5500?

No, it costs 3k. And you're talking about something else. Kearak, Radianta, and Harold are sleeping soundly. The Dryad learns that a new skill will cost 2500 cetrens, and a new skill with an additional level will cost 5500. Albrecht realizes that the amulet has been sold. A stranger asks Juvenzia a very unpleasant question: – Madam Minister of Appointments, to be precise. As for your friends... Tell me, which deity do you worship?