Posts from 🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks Auto-translated

Ment and Kosha want to. And Neyra with Siver too.

- I wouldn't hurt a fly, you know. I have plenty of advice to offer. I can teach anyone anything.

Genzarik whistles, looking at the wound.
- How did this happen to you? Did they also throw you to some sow-like creatures?

Insho is heading to Faineant's studio; maybe they sell paintings there, or you can order your own portrait.

- Pipipi, - as Insho approached the artist's house, he made a gesture with his hand, as if his palm were a talking bird, - pip, look, Faineant, a guest is approaching us, pip! What will you do, there is no peace for me in this world. Don't be such a grump, females don't like that, pipipipipi!

+1 point for each entry about a country, belief, or skill.

Yashchur wants to create 10 more characters who will immediately refuse to join a guild, give their 10,000 rem to Erika, and become her loyal slaves...

Being smarter, tougher, and stronger, and never settling for less – that’s a good life plan, even in these miserable times. Ushumgall clenched his fist, feeling the same powerful blood coursing through his bulging veins.
Having learned the author's name at the last moment, he goes to sleep in a cheerful mood. He will sleep late tonight – until midnight, bandits, slaves, and severed heads will be swirling in his mind amidst the familiar, endless sands.

- Hello, handsome! 😉 Are you the main artist in town? I would like to buy a painting, or maybe have myself painted 😍

- Sorry, but I'm not feeling inspired by you.

- Sorry, but I'm not feeling inspired by you. I do have one picture, I actually finished drawing it last night, but will you even like it? Pipipi, suggest she take a look, because you can't understand anything from words alone! Well, if you want to take a look, go ahead. Don't worry, I don't have any starved "scravers" in my house, so you and your honor are safe.

- Well, let's go take a look. Hmm, what if I pay him for a portrait of myself?

—Sounds interesting! I remember my parents had a neighbor who was from abroad. He spent some time in the basement of his ancestral home, and at night he would go to the battlefields to look for useful things. Later, at the parade in Felicia Lungwort, he proudly displayed his chest full of medals, but few knew that his magical cloak and desert boots were not his own. They say that in peacetime, he traded in talismans, and then he ended up in Asuguh. Now his descendants live comfortably and dust off his father's portrait on the wall.
After sharing this cool story, he checks the time on a non-existent watch.
—I guess I'm saying that in our world, ingenuity is what matters, and it's good to discuss moral issues when your own skin isn't at stake. And then, in the Dungeon, you might even trick your companion... or something like that, in general, and you don't know what else you'll do to survive. So I think, Delez, useful knowledge is always helpful on a journey, it's better to have it than not. Am I pronouncing your name correctly, or maybe because of a curse it sounds different?... So, if you have a free hour or two, I would be very grateful to hear your advice. I'll have time before the evening train.