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

It must be said that the northerners did a great job; they prepared a Volder-style kebab with such speed and skill that one could only envy them. All questions about the reasons for the kingdom of Selia-Mira's fear of its mountain neighbor immediately disappeared.

– Hic! The dead ones are more pleasant... hic... just a little bit... – one of the northerners remarked.

– You owe me a drink for saving us! – the second one wagged his finger at Treebeard.

– Without us, they would have caused a lot of trouble... hic... glory to Volder! – the third added.

– Thank you, warriors! – Keraak smiled radiantly. – All the stories about the courage and strength of the northerners do not describe the true picture!

– I like speeches like that... hic...

Meanwhile, with Radianta:

– It's such newly converted followers that spoil the noble image of the Aldric cult! – the cultist muttered to himself and disappeared into the crowd.

Radianta, however, safely reached the festival grounds and could now try her luck in the trials she hadn't yet participated in.

Meanwhile, with Albrecht:

– I didn't hear... – the stranger raised his eyes to the sky, – are you sure you left your... Aberrant?

Having arrived at the destination and catching her breath, Radianta looked a little sad.
- Damn... Did I respond too rudely to that gentleman? What if he needed some help, maybe to cross the road or get home, or perhaps even go to the pharmacy for some medicine? No, he looked healthy, so it probably wasn't that, but he might have been offended or disappointed in the quality of service... I hope he wasn't too upset.

Deciding to shift her thoughts to a more positive direction, she headed to the comedians and told them her joke.
- "Dad, I'm hungry," said the son, and the dad replied, "I'm hungry too, son, but there's only enough money for anime figures."

- Glory to the heroes. Thanks, guys, you saved me, - says Derevos, before wiping his face with a handkerchief and spitting out three hundred cetrens. - Take a round or two of something nice for yourselves. Just don't cause any trouble; the guards are on edge, and we don't want any misunderstandings.

- You're very popular, sir, - he says to the sir. - I don't know if it's your tail or your otherworldly aura. Did they bother you? And how are you doing, brother, are you okay? - he asks his colleague.
Then he surveys the carnage, checking to see if any of the citizens need help.

Meanwhile, with Albrecht:

– I haven’t heard, but… – the stranger looked up at the sky, – are you sure that you left that… Aberrant of yours?

- Of course not, the GM can screw over the player in any way, that’s what a GM is for, - Albrecht would say, if he were Nebkom.

- Of course not, it could all be a watermelon illusion from Sornitar. Maybe you know how to get me back to my normal state?

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- "Dad, I want to eat," says the son, and the dad replies, "I want to eat too, son, but there's only enough Centren for anime figures."

Lol, kek, he laughed.

And Albrecht’s companion continued to stand in the middle of the desert, lost in thought.

Not hearing anything in response to his joke except silence, Radiant's face turned red with embarrassment – could it be that he wasn't funny at all?

The narrator found himself in a difficult confrontation with men in uniform who were determined to drag him into a truly masculine club of green-clad individuals with firearms. A club without expeditions, without Chinese gacha games, unhealthy food, favorite music, and art... how awful! And that's just the tip of the iceberg! The narrator has special reasons to be upset that this happened now, that it crept up from behind and grabbed him by the...

If something goes wrong... the story will have to end... happily for all players! This cannot be allowed to happen!

It's a decent game, overall. The expansion offers a fully immersive experience, and the quest rewards are good. I recommend trying the drone master build; it's one of the most durable and still deals good damage.

Good luck to all players! This must not be allowed to happen!

The main motivation for any GM.

Besides Revan, of course.

– That was fantastic! – one of the Radiant humorists, who concealed long green tentacles under his hood, gave his assessment of the joke after a short pause. – Too realistic, – added another humorist, who spent all his cetrens on not-so-legal nude statues of the goddess Ceraria. – Do you have cetrens for figurines? – a third, less affluent, master of jokes asked in surprise. Opinions were somewhat divided, but overall, the Radiant humorists were well-received. **Radiant receives 100 points of vice.** **Meanwhile, with Albrecht:** For some time, the stranger remained silent, gazing into the distance. He saw the storyteller and his problems, and he also knew the epic finale of the story and many other, no less epic moments. It would be sad if all of this didn't happen. – You will definitely return to it someday; I believe in it, – the stranger assured Albrecht. – But now, it's time for you to go. We had a great conversation, but everything eventually comes to an end. **Meanwhile, with Dervos and Keraak:** – Oh-oh-oh, that's very generous, brother! Well, goodbye! – the northerners were pleased with the tip and, swaying, headed further down the street. Bribery... it doesn't work with everyone in this world, but in this case, it turned out to be useful. – I am primarily an envoy and diplomat, sir, – Keraak replied, – eloquence is my main virtue. Without it, I would not be able to serve the House of the Pink Petals worthily. Let's move on! But our heroes don't get far... – Dervos and Keraak, I presume, – another stranger stopped the men. This time, however, he was very confident and had bodyguards. – I was informed that you should be contacted regarding the unknown cult and the Brown Banner warriors. – Perhaps... – the fox replied evasively. Besides the very noticeable stranger, it was impossible not to notice his companions: warriors in black armor. Dervos had heard that such armor was worn in the kingdom by warriors of a single private army, and their commander was known for his extremely gloomy reputation, although he had no problems with the law.

- It depends on who, what their purpose is, and what exactly they are interested in, - the mustachioed man critically assesses the appearance of the new, suspicious package. - If it contains some useful information, we will gratefully accept it. But if an equal exchange of information is expected, then perhaps it would be more useful for you to contact my captain, sir...?

Wiping her brow and managing to regain some composure, Radianta bids farewell to the comedians with a polite bow, then pays a visit to the musicians – she already had experience with vocal performances, and now it was time to play an instrument. The instrument she chooses is a piano, and the composition she performs is beautiful, emotional, and life-affirming, to show this world that she is not just a watermelon character for comedic relief, but an individual with a deep inner world...

Meanwhile, with Albrecht:

For some time, the stranger remained silent, gazing into the distance. He saw the storyteller and his problems, and he also knew the epic finale of the story and many other, equally epic moments. It would be sad if all of this didn't happen.

– You will definitely return to it someday, I believe in it, – the stranger assured Albrecht. – But now it's time for you to go. We had a good conversation, but everything eventually comes to an end.

– Time to go? I don't seem to be in a hurry. But I see you're tired of my questions. Maybe you can give me some advice before I leave?