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

- Hunting with bait? Count me in.

“Don’t you see?” Keraak said mysteriously. “This whole festival started so suddenly…” “What are you talking about, envoy? Or… Ah, I think I understand!” exclaimed Kayla. “All the capital’s main military resources have been gathered at the festival, not out of fear of sudden attacks from the Sorntarnites!” The Fox clapped his hands. “Exactly! Although I wasn’t warned about anything, and the House of the Pink Petals has nothing to do with it, I’m more than sure that this festival is a trap for the Brown Banner’s army. Probably, small groups of knights, confident in their impunity, are attacking key organizations in the city, but someone is catching them in the act.” “It seems rather naive of them…” Kayla said doubtfully. “This is a clash of small forces from both sides, hoping to harm each other as much as possible,” Keraak explained, “a game with high stakes. There is no room for error. The Brown Banner probably understands the situation perfectly, but they are still taking the risk, because there may be no other chance.”

Too stunned by what had happened, the watermelon girl completely forgot to answer the question and thank them for saving her in time. - W-what should we do now? - she managed to stammer.

The Treant sullenly folds its arms across its chest. - So, we just stand here and wait for luck? Perhaps you could dance, sir? Maybe that will lure them out, and if not, at least you'll earn some corruption points.

– Everything would be fine... – Keraak sighed, – but now our brown-skinned friends are convinced that I have been successfully eliminated. After all, according to all the laws of logic, I just recently died of suffocation. So... there's no point in doing anything right now. There's always a risk of interfering with the wise plans of the Great Council. Instead, I suggest we play your game, sir. – Gorthric is still dancing to the tune of the First Minister, – Kayla noted, – he knows the plan in detail. I'm sure of it. We are being kept at the festival for a reason. I support playing cards. There are exactly four players on hand. **Meanwhile, with Radianta:** The Ravager was somehow hurrying things along, as five knights were still alive. – Run away from here, you fool, and I'll somehow deal with it, – Mellan said bluntly and rushed into battle. Apparently, the head of the Volden clan possessed the gift of the Shadow school, as she was accompanied by several of her own dark copies, fighting independently.

Alright, let’s get out of here. The head of the clan ***** wouldn’t approve.

- Well, what can you do? - shoulder shrug. - It seems we, the cogs, will have to fulfill our assigned role.

Using his musical skills as a charlist, Harold performs Northern folk music at the festival, and afterward, his owner apologizes and disappears for about a month.

A squad of map enthusiasts awaits Nebochka.

Radiant runs, runs, runs, runs, runs! That's how she runs! She doesn't care about the road! And, according to the storyteller, she arrives just in time for the festival. Somewhere here, T-Harold and AI-Juventius are also lurking.

– Can I help? – asks some man passing by.



Forget about T-Harold!

For a short time, the model of the northerner returns to normal and surprises the Sorntarnites with a good performance of music that is unusual for the Volder kingdom. Unfortunately, after that, she transforms back into the shape of the letter T and moves away somewhere towards the players, hoping to one day wait for the return of her owner.

Harold Skufinson receives 400 points of vice.

And yet they say the storyteller is evil... Even the characters themselves can gather some goodies! Not too big, but still...

Cop, quit your job!

Not hearing the passerby, it runs on.

The stranger shrugs and continues on his way. Radianta soon runs out of action points and has to stay at the festival. Fortunately, she is spotted by her own people. "Radianta! You finally came! Well, better late than never," Amorin Walden greeted the thief with some sarcasm. Well, he definitely doesn't look like a leader anymore. Now it was noticeable.

Radiant, with panic on his face, gestures incoherently and shakes his head, mumbling something unintelligible.

– It would all be fine... – Kеarak sighed, – but now our brown-skinned friends are convinced that I have been successfully eliminated. After all, according to all the laws of logic, I only recently died of suffocation. So... there is no point in doing anything now. There is always a risk of interfering with the wise plans of the Great Council. Instead, I suggest we play your game, sir.

– Gortrich is still dancing to the tune of the first minister, – Kayla noted, – he knows the plan in detail. I'm sure of it. We are being kept at the festival for a reason. I support playing cards. There are exactly four players on hand.

Deciding not to leave his colleague alone with these dubious individuals, Albrecht joins the game.

– The moral of this story is: orders must be obeyed. If you had decided to stay in the Haven, nothing would have happened, – Amoryn Walden remarked instructively. Radiante gives the players some time to rest and recover. **Meanwhile, among the players:** A game is played with the following top winners: **1. Kearak** (225 points of vice), first place **2. Albrecht** (100 points of vice), second place **3. Kayla** (200 points of vice), third place, talented player **4. Dervos** (400 points of vice), defeat, but a talented player and the game's creator – You'll have better luck with something else, Dervos, – Kayla comforted him, – I like the game.

- Thank you... May fortune favor you in your service, dispelling all doubts, - says Dervos. - We'll crush these scoundrels and grind them to dust, - he gestures to Albrecht 👍. - And congratulations to you, Sir Fox; considering your recent survival, it seems fortune is on your side this evening. Or perhaps it's skill.