Posts from 🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks Auto-translated

- You need to go to the administration and report what happened... They will definitely help you there. If you want, I can do it for you after work. Your offer is very tempting, and I am grateful for it, but I am terribly late, I'm sorry...

-________-

- I would be very grateful, because I don't understand anything about administrative matters. I won't keep you any longer, but you should come over for a visit, Mr. Goods. Have a nice day! 😉

After saying goodbye to her guest and finishing her cigarette, Insho returned home. It had been several months since her 18th birthday, and she still hadn't decided on a guild. Taking a deep breath, the girl finally started considering her options.

- Okay, what do we have here...Community of Theologians - hmm, my intelligence is too low for that.Guild of Arts- an option, maybe I'll learn to play something other than the leather flute))) Guild of Quill and Ink- hmm, how boring...Guild of Adventurers - it could be fun, but I don't really want to go on adventures in swamps, forests, or some stupid desert with stealth knights. Guild of Craftsmen- my mom and dad have golden hands, but I... Guild of Wonders - hmm, the Lunarians can do magic, at least it's worth a try, maybe I can clean the walls of graffiti with just a glance. Guild of Erudition- another place for nerds, booooring. Crown's Hand...

And suddenly, Insho had an idea.

- THE ARMY! THERE ARE A LOT OF GUYS THERE! LITERALLY AN ARMY OF GUYS! AND THEY FIGHT AGAINST OTHER ARMIES! ARMIES OF GUYS! THAT'S TWO ARMIES OF GUYS! TENS OF THOUSANDS OF GUYS!!! 😱😱😱

Without even considering the last option on the list, she quickly got ready and dressed like this:

Top:


Bottom:



Shoes:


Insho headed to the Administration of Enlil. The girl couldn't think of any other place to go where she could join the army.

I'm not sure if there's a rank in the army called "regimental whore."

I'm not sure if there's a rank called "regimental whore" in the army.

🙄 She's a decent girl. She'll be a nurse...

With unconventional treatment methods for boys and suggestions to stop faking it and go somewhere better for girls?

It will turn out that the hand is formed according to the principle of the Theban Sacred Band.

With unconventional treatment methods for boys and suggestions for girls to stop pretending and move somewhere bigger?

Girls can also be helped.

Now it turns out that the hand is formed according to the principle of the Theban Sacred Band.

I wouldn't be surprised at all. I'll have to start collecting oysters.

If he had a broader perspective, he would have founded the Niche Guild.

🎪🏹: I remembered that I promised Nysha I would spend a night with her for saving Gion... Oh, I got carried away and forgot, and then...
⛓️♿: Wow. No, I'm not surprised, of course...
🎪🏹: I think I told you about it.
⛓️♿: Still.
🐱🐲: By the way, if Insho ends up in the army and is assigned to command troops, it will be the reverse of your situation, Gion.
⛓️♿: I doubt they will have even half the arsenal that my former subordinates had. Besides, Insho is joining voluntarily, fortunately for her.
🐱🐲: By the way, there is no relationship scale for the characters...
🎪🏹: Now you can become a star in the criminal chronicles without attracting attention!
⛓️♿: Or, on the contrary, everyone will hate you...
🐱🐲: And Kimchilla's personality spoiler is simple.
🎪🏹: Gion already said that she is Naria's kind twin sister.
🐱🐲: Dalek knows her. But I'm still figuring out who will ascend to become a god of darkness.
⛓️♿: And that's an interesting question. I'm betting on Jack.

– Him? It seemed to me that even a small audience isn't to his taste, let alone a whole banquet. I dropped by his place not long ago, just today... thought maybe he'd want to draw... he did draw, no denying, beautifully, but I haven't heard that many insults directed at me since roughly my birth... but there's something to it! Mister Faineant is a truly self-sufficient man of art! – her good mood contributed to Camistella's friendliness.

- Is that so?.. Well then, I shall sincerely hope that he won't disappoint you and the other guests this evening. 

Faineant Doln, besides providing his home-studio as the venue for the banquet, also served as the host of the event; it was his duty to introduce the guests to one another (those who might not be acquainted) and to keep everyone entertained.

- Don't ask me why I agreed to this. – He declared to the guests once all the invitees had gathered. – Otherwise you'll never see a peaceful night's sleep again. Eh. – And another "eh," but this time only in the artist's thoughts. – I hasten to disappoint you: Kisa Soraé refused to show her face to her many fans, both male and female; it seems the Lunar Diva's schedule is not suited to such events. Who knows, perhaps she already had a rendezvous planned with a scrym, or several at once?.. Be that as it may, almost all the invitees are already among us; the other two exceptions are the well-known, or almost well-known, Shiza Sadame and Britomarta Liss. What's on the former's mind I cannot know, and the latter cannot leave her post. – Spreading his hands, he heaved another heavy sigh. – Sooo. We'll have to make do without them. And so, allow me to introduce... 

Faineant Doln then introduces the notable residents of Enlil, most of whom held no significance to the world and therefore possessed neither names nor even appearances.


- Rinette Gurianos, head of our wonderful guild of arts – a woman responsible for the fact that not everything is so gray and drab in our city, and in the country too. I'd like to make some sarcastic joke, but I fear I'd lose my head over it, so alas – I'll have to shut up and move on to the next name.


- Niska Banji, head of the local branch of the adventurer's guild. The one who'll fetch a kitten from a tree, soothe a little one – whether three years old or thirty – arrest a bandit, help an old lady cross the road, slay some monster – a one-eyed barcyconda, for instance – and overall a wonderful woman. 


- Leticia Lono, owner of the "Symphony of Happiness." Precisely the thing I haven't experienced in quite a while.


- Drudge, owner of the "Good Manticora"... I have one question – what is that sofa you're currently sitting on? 
- This? My servants delivered it from my personal furniture collection; a person of my caliber can't just sit on anything, can they? Ah, I suppose "my valued employees" is the more politically correct term these days?
- Yes, gentlemen, this is exactly how minor villains usually look in stories – the ones the protagonist is sure to defeat and bring down to earth. We just need to wait for his arrival. 
- Hey! Villain is one thing, but why minor?! 


- Tinaal Lodoss, eldest daughter of the head of everyone's beloved farming family, delighting us all with the tastiest milk, the most aromatic cheese, and other gourmet pleasures. I think many men wouldn't mind... Ah, well, never mind. 


- General and Yuzed Gudsy... Again, concerned for my own well-being, I shall refrain from comments. 


- And here we have... Camistella Lane. You know what, my tongue is tired and my imagination has run dry. Let the lady tell you about herself; I'm sure on that topic her vocabulary surpasses mine.

Guyosha already said that she is like a kind twin sister to Naria.

This is a tautology, since Naria is also kind.

Who knows, maybe she already had a date planned with a Scrymage or even several at once?

I wish Insho would plan such a meeting...

- It's a strange story. My father used to say that everyone used to despise Akonia, and they would scare children with it if they refused to eat their porridge, but then they suddenly changed their minds, and everyone bought into it. Something is definitely going on behind the scenes. They're dividing resources and power, - after sharing this wisdom, Ghenza puts down his cigarette and lights a new one. - But you're right about one thing: women are fickle and unstable creatures, and tying yourself to them is like voluntarily putting a yoke on your neck. It's not worth it, - an unpleasant thought about his own family baggage flashed through his mind. - Good luck to you on this path, and I'll have less competition, - he grinned. - Where is our coachman? I've been sitting here for ages.

- There's no need to think about it, the truth is like light - sooner or later it breaks through the darkness and becomes clear. But you know, I don't care whether she's a complete villain or a saint, so let the people think what they want, and I've already found my own truth and I'm going to stick to it until the end.
Meanwhile, two stagecoaches appeared at the transport station - one heading towards Mythguru, and the other towards Ninamiat.
- I hope I don't get on the wrong one, heh.

- I am very grateful... If I'm not being too much of a bother, I would like to know what kind of capital villains are these, what kind of opposition has formed in our glorious state.

- They are madmen who demand that the Tsar abdicate the throne, establish a democratic system in the country, and transfer all the wealth to the people, - Ferrari shivered from the feeling of contempt that ran through her body for the mentioned individuals, - and, they also want to expel all foreigners. They think that this will solve all their problems. - Looking somewhere to the side with a frown, she snorted. - As if some vagrants know better how to run a country than a dynasty that has ruled for 5000 years.

Oh, so that's how it is? It seems he's still holding a grudge. It's just unclear why... it doesn't quite align with his desire to be forgotten... but those are minor details. What's clear is that the presence of the Goods in Camistella definitely didn't please her. What did they forget to do here?

“Thank you for such a gracious welcome, Mr. Faineant,” said the Lunarian with unsettling friendliness. “I am Camistella, a conduit for the will of the Lane family, a humble follower of the ideas of beauty and art for all and everyone in our cozy world. Everything that brings benefit and pleases the eye is a flower in the endless field of civilization's development! Well, to all those gathered here and to the eternal prosperity of our kingdom!”

Unfortunately for the troublesome artist, Camistella was a model, and the attention of others bothered her even less than loneliness.

There was no Protector of Enlil or any of her deputies in the city administration at the moment, so, following a tip from one of Insho's employees, she had to make her way to the military training ground on the outskirts of the city. There, she found Enlil's soldiers engaged in training exercises, where they had to defend themselves against attacks by monstrous lions and other dangerous creatures.

- What happened, huh? Huh? - Seeing that one of her trainees had fallen to the ground and couldn't find the strength to get up, the wild-looking woman deftly threw a stone at him, which, despite his fatigue, made him jump to his feet - the throw was so painful. - And you call yourselves Enlil's warriors? - Rushing to the guys who were paralyzed with fear, the woman brought both of them back to their senses by shoving their faces into the mud. - As long as there is still strength in your souls, surrendering is not an option. Forward, forward, forward! Giving up is not an option, even if the enemy has taken everything from you. Bite into his throat with your teeth! And if you have no teeth left, then break his spirit with the power of your unwavering will!

"Will there be a coup? Will there be infighting? Will there be chaos..."
The thought made Ushumgall shudder. Images from other people's memories, images from his own premonitions, flashed through his mind like a red storm. The king is killed by conspirators. Gallows stand along the streets, flies mate and swarm on them, their swarm prevents breathing. Protectors are gathering troops to the capital, soldiers march and fall, a mountain of skulls grows in their path. A mountain of skulls that can be climbed...
He took a deep breath, driving the images back into the depths of his mind.
-- It's good that our king has someone to rely on in these difficult times. I won't distract you from your work any longer.
Ushumgall turns towards the exit. Perhaps today he will still have time to look at the book of records.