Posts from 🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks Auto-translated

🐱🐲: You're quite the risk-taker.
🎪🏹: Yep. We had a resurrection flag, immortality potions, and even Guyosh healed as a medic.
⛓️♿: But that still won't save us. Remember how I took damage for both of us because of your immunity.
🎪🏹: Guyosh, I'm sorry!
⛓️♿: It's not your fault...
🐱🐲: The talisman might also trigger on a mushroom instead of Erika. And knowing Revny, there's only a small amount of truth in this joke.

I think Narii really liked the change of champion that Ment made. Her contribution to the execution of her plan is huge.

By the way, I don't have any convictions. Can that also be chosen?

It is possible.

Ah, the eternal struggle between role-playing choices and efficiency...

So, Kamistella is now officially a follower of Akonia, and she's converting her faith into... well, she could have chosen intelligence or some speed, but not me. She's going for beauty! After all, why try to optimize a mage build when you can compete with Nebos in who's more attractive? I'm talking about the mushroom, of course.

Over the time that had passed, life in Asuguh had not changed one bit. While the residents of some other countries had to tighten their belts and barely make ends meet, spending all their energy, time, and lives just to avoid remaining without shelter and sustenance, the subjects of the crown had long since lacked nothing essential. However, a peaceful time is always followed by an unrestful one; such was the unbreakable law of history, and the present always inevitably sought its place on those pages, transforming into the already experienced past. Today, January 3rd, 1001, a legion of townspeople beyond mortal count gathered before the royal palace and waited with excitement for the appearance of the sovereign. Sizki, Enlil, Faris, Mufigur, Shingen, Sugar, Onkaih, and especially Ruzaniel with Ninamiat — today, inhabitants of every city in the country were present here, and along with them their nine protectors: Baka Marduk, Argos, Ferrari, Britomarta Liss, Josh Lanson, Minom Yao, Issai Gassai, Lady Arabella Caswall, and Tsunagariy Elfasit.

This was a very rare public gathering, but the center of attention at this moment was not them, but a woman who appeared on the palace's main loggia.

She was well known to the townspeople: Ikusa Sizki, the adopted daughter of the king and commander of his own personal guard.
— Good people of Asuguh, today we have gathered here for one reason only. — Her voice was loud but calm, and the gaze of her crimson eyes inspired confidence in anyone who looked upon them. — On the eve of the New Year, our benevolent neighbor, Tung, fell under the endless onslaught of Harran undead. — This information was known to anyone who read the newspapers or even simply left their house and spoke with other people, but being voiced by an official, this news still made many people gasp or turn pale. — At this very moment, western Warlocks are busy transforming the inhabitants of Tung into skeletons, zombies, and other types of undead, and their further attempts to advance east are inevitable. — Anyone who was even slightly familiar with geography knew that only Asuguh lay to the east of Tung. — Whether we want it or not, war awaits us.
Even before Tung fell, the question of drafting the subjects of the crown into military service to protect the country from an external threat had been pressing on the agenda, and the townspeople gathered today waited with trepidation for the monarch's decision. Some looked forward to this and even expressed indignation that it had not been done sooner; others prayed to all the gods that it would not happen.
— ... The King of Asuguh, Tiozar Kisekus Aalur, has made a decision regarding further actions.
Ikusa concluded her short speech without excessive solemnity; everyone knew that the king did not value this, and the current situation was even less conducive to pompous performances. She took a few steps to the side, turned, and bowed to the man who appeared in her former place.

— Hmm... The monarch was tall, well-built, but stooped; his gaze was like that of a dead fish, but the particularly perceptive could notice that somewhere deep inside there was a persistent spark, and he did not seem particularly concerned about what was happening. — This is... — Sighing wearily, he addressed his subjects. — A kingdom that takes away its subjects' will and right to choose, forcing them to risk their health and lives, does not deserve for blood to be shed for it. Therefore, I demand nothing from you nor do I ask; act according to what your hearts dictate. If Asuguh and all that it represents are dear to you, if seeing your home in flames is unbearable, or if your soul craves sharp impressions, glory, and honor — enter your name among the volunteers who will protect our kingdom from the enemy advancing from the west. If life is dear — continue living as before and wait for good news, or try your luck and happiness beyond our borders. Only you yourself have the right to determine your destiny. Having finished this short speech, the monarch withdrew, leaving emotional chaos in the crowd of gathered people behind him. Some were shocked and dissatisfied with such a decision, others felt incredible relief, others praised the royal mercy, and so on. When his silhouette vanished inside the palace, Ikusa Sizki returned to his place to shed light on some other decisions and simultaneously share certain information.

— In the near future, cyclopes may appear within our cities and their surroundings, but there is no reason for panic. Our good friends will simply help us strengthen the defensive structures, that is all.
The one-eyed giants came from a settlement not far from Shingen and had a long history with the royal family. Given that they rarely leave their own village, many residents of Asuguh had managed to forget about them, but the truth is that the walls surrounding the kingdom were built by them specifically. Despite their underdeveloped civilization, cyclopes are excellent builders, and furthermore, their throwing abilities could make any catapult envious.
— On the twelfth, a great tournament will be held at the Stronghold of Pleasure. For those planning to leave the country, this may serve as a good way to get acquainted with foreign culture, as the train journey will take very little time.
The Stronghold of Pleasure, located in the outskirts of Shina, was founded by Felicia Lungworth so that the bloodthirsty residents of Calcite would have a place where they could vent their cruel energy and "calm down" at least temporarily. This was the only such place in the entire country.
— Those wishing to join the military efforts to protect our kingdom from the Harran threat should contact the city administration. If volunteers wish to provide assistance of a different nature, the adventurers' guild is currently recruiting a team for a raid on "The Storm". Given the circumstances, we must reduce unknown variables to a minimum.
"The Storm" was a ghost ship that had wandered the Hauly Bay for many years. It received this name from elderly sailors and port traders, according to whom its appearance was identical to the favorite ship of Empress Naria (then still a princess) which sank in the Anuzish Belt.
— And one last thing. — A light smile graced Ikusa's lips, and her hand rested on her own heart. — This evening, at this same spot, a concert by the beloved Lunar Diva will be held. I hope with all my heart that this will help many of you rest during this unrestful time. Do not lose heart, good people, and remember that as long as your hearts continue to beat, life goes on, and dark times can still give way to light ones.
Having spoken her final words, the commander of the royal guard disappeared where the monarch had gone before her. Her speech left the subjects of the crown with mixed feelings. Many loved her for her responsible work, valor, and charisma; others were unfriendly due to her common birth, and today's event changed little. Following Ikusa, the nine protectors also vanished from people's sight. From that moment on, the gathered crowd began to grow smaller and smaller.

[In Sizki Insho, the next job assigned by Rinetta Gurianos awaited: to please as many townspeople as possible and compile a detailed report on it.]

[Erika was to conduct a so-called magical inspection. Under the guidance of Misty Rosaline, she studied the following spell:
Detect Magic
Advanced light spell. Determines the presence of the supernatural in a location/object and its type.

To conduct the inspection, she will need to walk through the locations of the capital and apply this spell.]

[The earth miracle-worker own Stella taught Kamistella the following spell.
Growth
Advanced earth spell. Accelerates... Growth.

Her task was some work at the Mazzard publishing house, the details of which were not disclosed.]

[- Dobryay dyan, nya! - When the crowd had dispersed slightly, Issina, now an old acquaintance, addressed Asmidul. - Tsyar vidyat zhalyaat!
She gestured for him to follow her.]

[Genza was alone now and according to the received task he needed to go to the edge of taste].

[Xerxes Dioram instructed Ferrus to interview 20 residents of Asuguh about what they think of the coming conflict with the Harran Empire.]

[Ushumgallu, Sir Kir, Gonor, Sheila and Iliman finished listening to the speeches of the king and his adopted daughter, having no further plans for now.]

Sizki
0. Church of Anuzish
1. Sizki Administration
2. Adventurers' Guild
3. Transportation Station
4. Sizki University
- Community of Theologians.
5. Mazzard
6. Light of Sizki
7. Favorable Wind
8. Kuromod
9. Alastia Studio
10. Royal Palace
11. Temple of Nanai
12. Temple of Nammu Ai
13. Gura Gura
14. Great Library of Sizki
15. Craftsmen's Guild
16. Bulletin Board
17. Lunarian Community
18. Sizki Market
19. The Edge of Taste
20. ??? (Books) (Paintings) (Decor) (Items) (Discount Book)

There are no clocks now; the phase continues until I say it has ended (ODs are updated at the end of the phase or at certain moments). I cheated with some of the books by briefly mentioning them in the post above; I don't want to shorten the other two, so they remain on the unread list for now; you can cheat one thing per phase. 

Also, I think I forgot to write something for Insho 🤔, so let the Sky remind me.

🐱🐲: Well, my popcorn came in handy! I wonder, will the princess become an empress-goddess later?
⛓️♿: I'm afraid Anuzish won't be able to handle two empress-goddesses.
🐱🐲: There's also the moon and the sun. She could settle there.
⛓️♿: The moon makes sense, but how about the sun? It's hot.
🎪🏹: She can move there at night. Or even better – in winter! And she'll get used to it by spring.
🐱🐲: Or she'll be like Sups, charging up from the sun. I heard that in one comic, Sups spent a crapload of years in the sun and became a mega-imbue.
⛓️♿: ...well, you can't argue with such arguments.
🐱🐲: What about the players' personal quests?
⛓️♿: Ferrous has the most interesting one. Only tasting 20 varieties of pears is more interesting.
🐱🐲: Pears are Fulgrim's thing, not Ferrous's, I'll teach you everything!
⛓️♿: I don't understand the preferences of the Primarchs in varieties, and in general, everything I learned about Warhammer, I learned against my will!
🎪🏹: No pears. Remember how we ate fruit in Yanshi and then we got sick? And Kosha told us about Thiaral, it was even worse with the fruit there.
🐱🐲: Exactly.
⛓️♿: Argument accepted.
🎪🏹: Kamistella has a cool quest. What is this growth? Growth of what? I have some ideas, of course...
🐱🐲: She's waiting for a Scryim there, who wants to grow to 2 m 30 cm.
⛓️♿: ...what?
🐱🐲: You don't want to know.

[Erike was tasked with conducting a so-called magical inspection. Under the guidance of Mystic Rosalyn, she studied the following spell:
Detect Magic
An advanced light spell. It determines the presence of the supernatural in a location/object and its type.

To conduct the inspection, she needs to visit locations in the capital and apply this spell.]

Should the church, administration, and royal palace also be checked?:D

I can imagine... "Your Majesty, I'm just going to check you for any supernatural presence...":D
"Hey bros gentlemen inspectors, do you remember me? I'm here for an inspection...":D:D:D

The most interesting part is Asmidul's quest; he is the main driving force behind understanding the plot and the current lore.

- Poor little bastards... - muttered Genza ibn Abbas, standing on the sidelines, as he lit a cigarette he had been holding between his teeth. - May Shiri rest your soul.
With a pleasant click, he snapped open his lighter and briskly twirled it between his fingers, as if it were a casino chip – he had invented this gesture himself as a ritual to honor the goddess and had practiced it very well lately – and, putting it back in his pocket, he wondered if she would be able to do it, if it came to desecrating the very nature of living beings. This thought did not go beyond the first step, because he had no facts to rely on, but he still decided that since it was a matter of faith, nothing was impossible for her.

Although his gaze moved exclusively from the neckline of his boss's daughter to the languid, long-eared cat, to the sculpted figure of the ocean-haired boss, and back, his keen ear perfectly registered everything that was said.
"You're not making my job any easier, boss," he thought, hearing grunts, but still allowing his eye to glance at the fair face of the sovereign for a couple of seconds, just to see him with his own eyes, for the sake of etiquette. - "But then again, I never expected that."

Interrupting this chain of visualizations, he unconsciously fiddled with the pendant on his neck, measuring the emotions on the faces of both Western Chiefs.
Finally, waiting for the story to end, he deliberately stubbed out his cigarette and walked off in the direction he was ordered.

Can I proceed now, or what?
If I understand correctly, Erica received the assignment from Mysti, and she is the one who needs to be informed of the results. Is that right?

Lady Arabella Caswell maintained a cold grace, not allowing the common folk to discern her emotions, while Bakki Marduk's face betrayed his inner voice – "what a mess of a situation." In "The Edge of Taste," Genzu found a special atmosphere, not gloomy, but rather filled with unrestrained fun. Wine flowed like a river, along with the hard-earned rems; the popular restaurant in the capital was overflowing with customers eager to leave the tense situation in the country behind. Amidst this large crowd (which, however, did not prevent enjoying the beautiful panorama of the city), the eyes of a new visitor fall upon a table where he discovers his friends – Akimitsu, Zumi, Kami, and Hisoku. - Bro, - his friend, who had gone a bit crazy on Akonia, waves to him without ceremony, - come join us. Added after 45 seconds.

Can we start now, or what?
If I understand correctly, Erika received the assignment from Mysti, and she needs to report the results to her. Is that right?

Yes. Yes. It can be submitted at the guild headquarters, to Mysti, or to any miracle worker.

Before starting the task, Erika surveyed the crowd, hoping to spot Sir Kair somewhere...

The days of a man unburdened by worries are empty and fleeting; the days of a busy man are full and fleeting. Vivid impressions lengthen the perception of time, but just as quickly shorten the time allotted by fate. Hence, the conclusion naturally follows: true longevity lies only in physical or mental torment, when every second seems like an agonizing eternity. All that is bright is swept away by gusts of wind; darkness, however, forever settles in the heart.

Trying to recall his last visit to his hometown, Asmidul remembered only a fateful March day last year. Undoubtedly, the heel of his desert boots has trodden the tiles in the palace square more than once since then, but for some reason, only that distant return from his first trip directly into the ambush of the Black Knight has remained in his memory... Perhaps Sir Tann will soon complete what he started at the head of his undead army. Although, who knows, maybe the same racial definitions apply to the undead as to ordinary mortals, and the Nephites cannot stand the Haranians...

Does this mean war is inevitable? Over the past year, the acceptance of this fact seems to have settled somewhere in his subconscious. The obviousness of this, as well as the fact that Asuguh will not be able to withstand even if the king declares a mobilization, is somewhere nearby. So why hasn't Asmidul, in the year 1001, run to buy tickets to Margel yet?

Apparently, over the past few months, something else has appeared in him, taking a place next to the other two "realizations." Something intangible, which he acquired during his introductory journey through the cities of this sun-scorched land. A land with many problems, but still his homeland. And now, with all his heart, he did not want to see it perish in the clutches of wheezing abominations. If even the decaying Imperials managed to defend themselves against the local undead, then what are the Asuguh worse?


Having watched the familiar protectors, the young man stood in thought for a while, until a familiar voice called out to him:

- Good day, sir! - When the crowd thinned out a little, his now old acquaintance, Issina, turned to Asmidul. - The king wants to see you!
She gestured for him to follow her.

- M...? Good day, - he replied in the Nahelesian manner, now that he was no longer a student. - The king? Well, let's not keep him waiting.
It has been quite some time since the delivery of the Nitrine letter, but he could not think of any other reason for such an unexpected honor.