Posts from 🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks Auto-translated

- Yes, yes, I love spicy things – not in the sense of food, but blades; it’s been with me since my youth. In my younger years, they even sometimes called me Lord Sharpblade. A solid nickname, wouldn’t you say? - He begins to show off his collection. - This versatile knife is from Asahina; it’s suitable for everything – cutting vegetables, bread, ground meat, bones, and it can even be used as a primary weapon in battle. This little friend is for peeling vegetables and fruits, and this long one with a heavy handle and a wide blade is for working with meat and fish. And this one with a narrow blade is for potatoes. I also have knives for separating meat from bones, a steak knife, a cheese knife, a knife for decorative slicing, a knife for mushrooms, and many other specialized ones, but I don’t carry them with me. There are also knives in the soles of my shoes that I can use right in battle. - He demonstrates. - And here, under my jacket, there are about a dozen throwing knives; I really enjoy this activity – if you want, I can teach you how to use them. - He demands of the OS. - And this dagger is the pride of my collection; I think I could defeat any opponent with it if I wanted to.

—Maybe later. New skills are always good, but you can’t learn everything at once. - He turns his gaze to the shelves. - ...And do you have anything interesting to show me from your footwear collection?

—A very curious collection, Sir Lord Sharpblade! And what is this wonderful dagger? It’s a pity that my novice eye is not very experienced in such things. Is it an artifact from a legendary era? A trophy from a sinister enemy? A gift from a great blacksmith?

- Well, listen, now that we've decided, - he said, sitting on the floor of the chamber, instinctively reaching for a pack of cigarettes, but finding none, and grimacing at his already haggard face. - I suppose we're all here for the same reason, right? To compete in the tournament, show off our skills, and see what others can do. I really did see that woman during the day. "The Flower Girl." I'll never understand why anyone would need her, but she has a cool spot, I've never seen anything like it anywhere else. And she's quite attractive. I talked to those guys with the swords on the way, and I really liked seeing that familiar weapon with someone else. And as for that short guy... - Genz spat out the words with disdain. - I saw him once before, and now he's here again. He's very strange, he annoyed me at first, but then I felt sorry for him. He looks like a half-corpse, his eyes are as if they're just waiting for death. He told me right away that he was cursed, can you imagine? He found something to sharpen, but who among us isn't cursed... He was bustling around the arena, back and forth, you know why. I lost all my money on a bet, I only had one coin left. I'm still sure that this dog somehow rigged it, there were too many strange fights there. Surrenders, losses, - he cast a distrustful glance at Erika, but didn't linger. - And then they stabbed that one, - his fist clenched, and the stumps began to bleed. - I wanted to get at least something from him in the end. A trump card, by the way. But he started to stall, saying, "let's think about it, let's look," and so on. Okay, forget it, he left somewhere. Before leaving, we went to the hospital with the kids - just to see what happened to the little one. Sisandra. I think the astronaut is lying about what he said there, he's trying to mislead us, he's nervous and wriggling around. She's unconscious and barely alive, there's no one to interrogate, and he wouldn't risk it. But if something happens... I think fate will deal with him one way or another.

Zibaba was slightly distracted by these thoughts, but quickly regained his composure.
- Yes. Okay, now for what you all want to hear. We got to the city, and that scoundrel showed up again. He-he, ha-ha, a little walk. We're walking past the park... that was the first critical moment, I don't know what made me look in there. The tournament was a disaster, there was no winning, no watching - just a mess. I lost all my money, my face was cut up, maybe I can at least breathe normally, chat with that flower girl, and calm my soul, so that at least that memory remains. Aha - here are my memories, I'm reliving them. I didn't even have time to say hello when all hell broke loose. Noise, chaos, a fight, smoke billowing - you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. I still don't understand why. That old woman also felt bad, she collapsed. Well, somehow I managed to get out, with two of us, but not three. And then came the second, final critical moment, or maybe not yet final, I'm not sure, - a bitter smile flashed across his face. - Something stirred within me, you understand? How could I just stand by? Maybe they were robbing and killing, some kind of robbery. Is that why I've been training all these years? But my advice to you young ones is - don't get involved if the situation isn't clear, sometimes you get lucky, but sometimes you end up in the same mess as I am. And I also wanted to find that sailor, we're acquaintances, we made a deal, maybe he's lying there with his stomach ripped open. And I still have nothing in my pocket. This guy went with me, wearing a creepy mask. And all I saw of the blond was his back disappearing quickly. What a cool guy. We entered the area, and there were four thugs, all in gold, with those big clubs - and they were coming at us. I shouted at them - guys, calm down, let's figure it out, but they didn't give a damn. Of course not. You can't play the wandering knight with that face. We had to defend ourselves, what else could we do? They were trying to kill us. Well, somehow we managed to fight them off, and then that geek with the glasses showed up, with a whole squad, he was shaking all over, breathing fire. It became clear that there would be no reasoning with them, so we ran as fast as we could. I'm not proud of it, but I'm not ashamed either, everyone would have done the same in my place. I haven't seen that guy since, and I ran as far as I could, but it didn't work, those bastards caught me. No conversation - interrogation, beatings, nails. You know the rest. Ah yes, and by the way, when I went in the second time, I didn't see the old woman or the robber anymore. Maybe it's a coincidence, or maybe someone knows? That's the story, and now I'm on the shitlist. I tried to explain all this to that pig, but he doesn't care. He's banging his face on the table, shouting "where" "where" is she. I don't know where! On your beard. I'd tell you if I knew. And I won't incriminate myself, I'm sick of this place.

He leaned against the wall.
- But you know what I think. He and his cronies control the whole region, he'll search, sooner or later he'll find her. I don't know why he's so nervous, but the pliers made it clear to me that she's an important person.

The attendees exchange glances and reply to Genze: too many letters!

—Maybe later. New skills are always good, but you can't grasp everything at once. —He shifts his gaze to the shelves. —...Do you have any interesting footwear to show me?

—Quite a curious collection, Sir Ostrolord! And what is this wondrous dagger? It's a shame my inexperienced eye isn't very good at recognizing such things. Is it an artifact from a legendary era? A trophy from a fearsome enemy? A gift from a great blacksmith?

Ostrolord gives the young man two pairs of shoes.

Traveler's Boots
+1 to Luck

Plate Boots
+5 to Defense

- Let the origin of this dagger remain a secret. I think that's more romantic.

—...........Are you absolutely sure I won’t go bankrupt? They might have left me penniless, but I can still afford to pay... I’d love to say that I can now equip an army, but we’re not storming the Haranian fortress yet, and I don’t have many allies for this task yet. Thank you.

-- It's all smooth sailing... -- Zibab's speech is like a swamp: viscous, sticky, full of all sorts of unnecessary garbage, and completely out of place are these flowers of rhetoric. The simple-minded calcite drowns and suffocates in it, trying to connect everything into a coherent story, but he can't. His head starts to ache, and in the middle of Zibab's monologue, he already starts to get confused about who, what, when, and why they did it, and where they met. "A sly dog! He's not just talking to fill the air!" -- I think you're hiding something, but I can't figure out where yet. Okay, let's not argue, at least now something is clear. It's clear that if someone took the artifact, it was this pirate, or the scoundrel in the mask. I, by the way, saw that mask before, back in Sizk. Only a rare madman would put something like that on. It was given to Tung for visiting heroes, and it's supposed to dig into your bones. And you're saying you have no idea where your buddies are: the sailor, Blackjack, and the blond idiot?

Asmidul: happily leaves Ostralord with 5 free items.
Ostralord: what a sweet boy, he will be mine, it's been a long time since anyone visited my personal Dungeon in the far, far forest...

—...........Are you absolutely sure I won't go bankrupt? They may have left me without a shirt, but I can still pay... I'd be glad to say that I can now equip an army, but we're not storming the Haranians yet, and I don't have many allies in my current task. Thank you.

- Well, we live in Asuguh, not some Calcite, generosity tends to come back to us here.

"You're right, Ushumgallu. He's lying and doesn't even blush. Judging by his story, a pirate kidnapped the woman; she couldn't have just vanished into thin air, could she? But he supposedly handled the "situation" alone, and that too in the presence of three witnesses? He's not just a professional; he's also a "fan of extreme thrills"... Hmm."

Unfortunately for those around him, the thoughts of the object of his "brief, distrustful gaze" remained just thoughts....

- Well, we live in Asuga, not some Calcite, generosity tends to come back to us.

—That's true. If not with values, then with a good review, and if you're not lucky, then definitely with positive universal karma. And that, by the way, is worth a lot. —rummaging through his pockets, he finds a biography of B and G: —Or maybe with knowledge. The most dramatic and romantic reading I've ever studied. And it's not some pseudo-author's pseudo-scientific fiction, but a real Path of Adventures, and what did you say, from beginning to end. They say that in the end they even went beyond Anuzish, and that's straight through the Akonian shield! So, please, take it if you're interested.

During the journey to Enlil, Camistella dozed off and dreamed of meeting a black knight, and when she woke up, red spots appeared in the places where he had wounded her.

Camistella receives -1 to beauty.

🎪🏹: Mom, we're on TV!
⛓️♿: (⊙_⊙;)

– It seems my life will be short, even by human standards... perhaps I am being unfair to Sariosa, and her offer actually makes sense... this body... it already exists against the laws of nature, and nature always reclaims what is hers, even the mortal body of Akonia... it is already dead... – Camistella muttered to herself. Fortunately, the Black Knight split the Lunarium horizontally, and it was still difficult for those around to notice the strangeness. Camistella continued on her way in relative peace, but only one sad thought lingered in her mind: she was dying. Although, no... she wasn't dying. She was already dead. Dead for a year. Some divine being, similar to Akonia, could easily save the unfortunate Lunarium and erase the Black Knight from reality, but, alas, it will not. Either Akonia is already gone, or she is not concerned with anything other than the shield around Anuzish. It is quite possible that there is only one god-like being in Asuguh that interacts with Camistella. And it is that accursed Nephilim remnant! How did he survive? How did he avoid retribution? Should she beg him for mercy? No, there is no point in that; Tannu doesn't care about the living! And an attempt to fight him could lead to death with a snap of his fingers, encased in a steel gauntlet! And she probably cannot die either. How can someone who is already dead die? She is undead! Strange, but undead! Ha-ha-ha! She would be right at home in the Haranian Empire! But, alas, pride and love for Asuguh will probably never allow her to change sides. Death will reap its harvest.

- Pfft. Maybe I embellished things here and there, maybe not. You think I'm going to spill my guts and reveal every single detail at your beck and call? The big picture is this, and as you can see, is he listening to me today?... Yesterday? He didn't. I personally think that time is on our side. Or rather, on your side. Judging by your appearance, you're just here under observation, as a sample, while this investigation is ongoing. I don't know what miracle could happen for me to get out of all this. He'll just finish me off for the fun of it. Unless he finds a woman, and she tells him what she remembers. Or he catches one of my "buddies," which is quite possible. But I wish my buddies would stick with me until the end, but that's just wishful thinking. No matter how badly you treat people, you'll always get burned. They've all scattered, but how far have they gone? That evening, I managed to see my face on every wall; the "pharaoh" system works quickly here. Famous new rules. Most likely, they're also wanted throughout Calcite; you can't get far with that kind of baggage, especially with a woman. Maybe he'll become more cooperative in a day or two. And how about you? Do you have anyone on the outside who can search and help? Do you?

It's clear that if someone took the woman, it was that pirate, or that masked scoundrel. By the way, I've seen that mask before, back in Sizka. Only a rare weirdo would wear something like that. It was issued by Tung for foreign heroes, and it's supposed to dig into your bones.

- The last relic of a bygone era. I didn't really get to know this creature, but it seemed to me that he was completely indifferent to everything. Whether the robber took the flower girl... I still didn't see what happened there. There was smoke or some kind of magic. But the indirect evidence is not in his favor. If the ground opens up and reveals a secret passage, and I somehow get out, I'll have some questions for him. And one more solemn promise, before I go to the ground, - I hit the wall behind me with my elbow.

-- Noddavariz! Kir! Allamush! Ferrari! Uncle! Dad! Help, we're in trouble! -- Ushumgallu laughed, fell onto the icy and wet earthen floor, and began pounding it with his fist until he turned the sand into a meteor crater. -- Well, you... -- it took him a while to be able to speak, it was too hard to catch his breath and finally stop the hysterical laughter. -- Give it. I swear by the sands, this little guy really can't be so cool that he can smuggle a woman across the border. But I, damn it, am still a Calcite, and I'll say one thing for sure: it's harder to search in the desert than to get lost. I think we need to take a couple of days off anyway -- if Shiris rolls the dice, then the "guys" will really be caught, but if not...
He nervously clicked his teeth.