Posts from 🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks Auto-translated

Before the teleport, Ferrus asks the wizard if he has anything useful for sale that might come in handy in case of danger.

- To the north of Liberos lives the Mamoonir tribe, - while the others were gathering their courage, the scholar decided to tell them some random information, - they consider themselves dead from the moment of their birth, and therefore do not experience regret, envy, greed, a thirst for revenge, or anything like that. This is a rather sad people, but, I must say, they are very pleasant to talk to, and by their nature they are so pure that expecting any treachery from them would be foolish. Do you know the story about the hunter and the snake? The one in which he found her frozen and, taking pity on her, took her home and healed her, and she, in gratitude, bit him and he died. So, if someone from this tribe were in the role of that hunter, then in his last moments he would simply shrug his shoulders, thinking that yes, it is unpleasant, but it is a common thing in human existence.

Before the teleport, Ferrus asks the wizard if he has anything useful for sale that might be useful to us in case of danger.

- I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not a merchant.

- I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not a merchant.

but I am a merchant 😎

“Manya… Interesting.” The young man corrected himself. “Out of all my limited geographical knowledge, we were told the least about the eastern region in history class. But surely, everything isn’t as rosy as it seems, and that region probably has a couple of its own villainous aggressors, too?”

let's get this started already.

what could possibly go wrong, besides some minor things like being tricked by a mind-reading device, being paired with a BDSM phantom, using some nasty ring instead of the suggested one, and so on.

Shard of Consciousness 1: the wait is dragging on... if this continues, the Erudite will soon change his mind about helping us and just leave.
Black Shard of Consciousness: and everything will suddenly become easier, it should be noted. And the Master Tann wouldn't have to rack his brains for so long trying to solve our problem...
Shard of Consciousness 1: I would say "let's go for it," but we're in a woman...
Original Shard of Consciousness: all the femininity has been lost due to nerves...
Shard of Consciousness 1: such are the times, such is the femininity.
Red Shard of Consciousness: or maybe we should kill the Erudite before he expects a stab in the back? Let's take all his rings for ourselves!
Black Shard of Consciousness: we are not Master Tann. We are weak and helpless. How can we compete with the owner of ten powerful artifacts...
Red Shard of Consciousness: I wish we had that legendary katana from the mansion right now...
Shard of Consciousness 1: but it's cursed!
Red Shard of Consciousness: no more than we are ourselves!

– You have a wise approach to life. What's the point of possessing power if you're not doing what you love? – Kamistella agreed with the Erudite. – So, comrades? Isn't it time to finally resolve everything once and for all?

A harsh group of assassins and murderers has been deciding for hours how they want to get into the next trouble...

- Whether they are villains or not is not for me to decide, but conflicts are not uncommon even in our part of the world, and that is true.
When everyone joined hands, Jalther Fonezog took a "Gura Gura" card with the fingers of his left hand and placed his right hand on Asmidula's shoulder, recommending that he and the others close their eyes and think only about the capital.
When they open their eyes next time, they will find themselves inside the "Gura Gura".
- A-a-a-a-a! - Cries the frightened shop owner. - The Harran invaders have already reached here, help!!

**Black shard of consciousness**: what are you talking about, "Harran"? Can't you see? We are Neferian!
Shard of consciousness 1: so, you didn't lie?
Shard of consciousness 2: you did lie! There's a delayed effect! We're all going to die a horrible death soon!
Shard of consciousness 3: Ugh! And in what way does the mistress resemble a Harran invader?

Kamistella jumps up to the shop owner, a place she has never been before, and asks a strange question in this situation:

– Harran? How rude! I'm not a zombie or a dark sorceress! – the Lunarian pouted. – Tell me, who is the most beautiful, the most rosy-cheeked, and the fairest here?

Kamistella looked offended.

Svirrepka jumps back and throws playing chips at Kamistella's face. Kamistella takes 0 damage.

- Relax, honey, it's just me! I was also asking about the mini-Asuguh, and I wanted to spend my whole salary at the crane game, remember? - Genza raises his hands in a conciliatory gesture. - Look! - he shows the lighter he won. Sorry if we scared you, we just didn't think.

- Calm down, honey, it's just me! I was also asking about mini-Asuguh, and I wanted to spend my whole salary at the crane game, remember? - Genza raises his hands in a conciliatory gesture. - Look! - he shows the lighter he won. Sorry for scaring you, we just didn't think.

Sviripka: What have you done to the real Genza, you damn sorcerer?!

- Calm down, honey, it's just me! I was also asking about mini-Asuguh, and I wanted to spend my whole salary at the crane game, remember? - Genza raises his hands in a conciliatory gesture. - Here! - he shows off the lighter he won. Sorry for scaring you, we just didn't think it through.

- You...? So you're now on the side of the undead and trying to recruit me? I don't want to become a walking skeleton!

Kamistella covered her face with her hands, shielding herself from the game pieces, and with a loud, indignant "nyaaa!", she hid from the merchant behind Genza's broad back. "Where are they? Where are the Haranian sorcerers and undead?" exclaimed the Lunarian. "I only see living sons and daughters of Asuguh! As long as the walls of our homeland stand, the undead will not pass into Sizka!" Well, except for Tann, of course. He can enter the capital at any time.

- No, I'm not taking sides... How could I? - he stretches his cheek. - If I see that undead, I'll deal with it one way or another, - he waved his hand, put it to his heart, and sighed. - Don't scare me like that, I thought they had reached Sizok! Everything's fine, we're still okay. Sorry for the misunderstanding, - he looked reproachfully at the teleport coordination team. - Let's not bother the citizen any further and continue in the fresh air.

“It’s much better than what they have in the university dungeon.” The botanist spreads his hands apologetically. “Sorry, it was an unsuccessful experiment… By the way, the idea with the ‘thousand-man’ unit is great. Well, let’s go.”