Posts from I:Scintilla

Would Arandor and Kosha get married if they were offered a three-room apartment and an Audi A8 for the death of one of the spouses?

You're asking...
And would it be possible to exchange the car for a moped later?

I'm not going to risk making any assumptions based on Veskersky's story. We can speculate here, but he'll just do the exact opposite.

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Does Wesker write his stories inspired by music, or has he already been caught in Nayra's drug trafficking network?
Why does the story start to resemble "Harry Potter" with its burning school, seemingly dead main villain, and heroes who don't seem very cool at first glance?
Did the golems disobey Hostor and not leave because they didn't understand where they were being sent, or because Magnus's order held them back?
Who is corrupting the archmage through Telepath (a future equivalent of ICQ/Skype)?
Why are Lizard and Arandor acting like emos?
Why doesn't anyone take them to a punk rock concert (or somehow bring them back to normal)?
Why is Kosha yelling at Ara again? It's getting old...
Who else wasn't surprised by the werewolf's behavior?
How did Magnus not fall asleep while reading Revant's memoirs?
Why is there not a single word about Resident Evil and Mass Effect in the diary?
Is the dark smoke the embodiment of Revant?
If the academy was burning, what chance did Nebo have to find a handful of ashes instead of Maya's book?
If Arandor were a little stronger, could he have won at the Olympic Games?
And where, in the hell, is the rape of Nayra?
"Maximum Program"! Scandals, intrigues, investigations!

Laughing aside, more than half of these questions are very relevant. I would like to know the answers.

Isn't the dark smoke plagiarized from Lost?

By the way, since all the students died, Haven can resurrect them all, right?) You don't even have to kill anyone.
In Heroes of Might and Magic X, the school was also destroyed..._

Laughter aside, more than half of these questions are very relevant! I would like to know the answers.

"Maximum Program"! It is not only informative but also accessible!

- If you notice an unnatural haze in your room, and you smoked your last joint yesterday,
- If your friends are disappearing one by one in a mysterious way;
- If your school burned down, and you had nothing to do with it - CALL US,
and we'll film a story based on your experience!
Kisses, your program "Maximum"

Verwolka, thanks for the advertisement, of course, but...

We kiss you on the lips.

it will be you who does it... I pass. Although I can handle girls too ^_^

If the Academy was burning, what chance does Sky have to find a handful of ashes instead of Maya's book?

That's why I stole it a long time ago...

by the way, since all the students are dead, Sky can resurrect them all) you don't even have to kill anyone

I haven't read it all yet, I've only gotten to the chapter: "Cutting out internal organs with a tablespoon"

Although I can do it too ^_^

we all can...

I regret to inform you that "Maximum Program" is closed until my extremely hilarious state returns. I apologize to everyone and will try to make you laugh with a new episode as soon as possible.

The full moon was supposed to brightly illuminate the entire area, but dark clouds gathering over the cemetery prevented this. When a cloud cleared and revealed the moon, a beam of light illuminated the figure of a man slowly walking on the muddy, wet asphalt. It seemed that even the heavy rain had no effect on him, and even a huge black raven perched on a stone cross remained motionless, as if turned to stone.
Continuing along the path, the man ran his hand over each tombstone, stopping at one. Sitting down next to it, he gently stroked the marble slab - "I see a girl behind this mirror – a lost soul. Nineteen years old – such a young age, yet the bony hand of death reached out for you. Suicide… Oh, how tragically this beautiful innocent life was cut short – you felt pain all your life, and only when the blade passed through your veins did you feel cleansed…" The man lightly touched his lips to the tombstone, then walked on.
The dark clouds thickened, and the rain intensified, as if accompanying the traveler. The cold added to the discomfort, causing puddles to form a thin layer of ice. "Arandor... sometimes emotional pain is too strong to ignore. Worrying about friends turns life into hell, and you are ready for anything just to help them". The man continued to move slowly forward, heading towards a large stone cross. "Neira Drake... when you find yourself in the middle of an ocean of fear and despair, you begin to lose your mind. You want to cry, but you can't anymore". Reaching the cross, the man knelt directly in front of it. "Who is to blame? Who is right? Does any of that even matter now? Everyone who stands in my way will perish.

Chaos reigned at the academy: distraught teachers were desperately trying to find their students among the rubble; the sole librarian, Nebo, was searching for any remaining documents from the Archive; the archmage prepared to deliver a speech, slightly nervous. In addition, surprisingly, Siverfail, who had been unconscious until then, survived this ordeal.
- Hey, where’s Arandor? - Lizard asked first, but before he could get an answer, Magnus spoke up from behind him, having climbed onto a small elevation: "Friends, today a terrible event occurred, and I understand that you all would like to be alone with your grief, but we must act – if we do nothing now, it will be too late. To some extent, I am also to blame for this incident: I left the walls of the academy, succumbing to the provocation of a dark mage – I shouldn't have done that, and I admit my guilt. But now... now we must respond to our enemy. Our friends must be avenged!". Then the archmage began to talk about an old stone castle, where, as he believed, the dark mage resided.
- It is your fault! You and only you! - Lizard exclaimed indignantly - because you knew that Neira was taken by a dark mage, but did nothing!
- I just did what I thought was right.
- Now you say that it will be too late if we don't hurry, but why didn't you hurry earlier?! If we had started searching for the mage immediately after Neira was kidnapped, we would not only have saved her life, but also the lives of the students who died today! - Lizard continued shouting at Magnus
- You are behaving inappropriately. Remember who you are talking to! - The archmage clearly wasn't going to tolerate insults directed at him…

Waking up, Verwolka found herself in a small, dark room. Fire magic helped her orient herself in the darkness, then she used it to burn through the lock on the thick wooden door. As the girl correctly noted, the corridors were arranged like a labyrinth, and if it was difficult for her to find her way while lighting her path, imagine how those wandering in the darkness felt... Verwolka had to go around all the rooms to understand where she had already been and where not. One room attracted her special attention: apparently, this was an old torture chamber (the girl knew something about it). Here one could see an iron maiden, a Spanish boot, and much more (based on the condition of the equipment, one could tell that they hadn't been used for hundreds of years). There was also someone’s skeleton here, cut into many pieces, and above it on the wall was an inscription: "drowning in her lust, even after death she did not see the light." Verwolka decided to leave this room as soon as possible.
The next time she walked down the same corridor, she heard footsteps. Extinguishing the flame, the girl waited. The steps became closer, her heart froze in her chest.
This person turned out to be Vegtam, who was also looking for a way out. Unlike Verwolka, he could only rely on his senses.
Suddenly, a sinister voice echoed throughout the corridor: "the inability to distinguish illusion from reality ends in futile and foolish attempts to find a way out where there is none". Even the necromancer was taken aback by what he heard, as he couldn't believe that his mind had succumbed to another's magic...

The argument near the ruins of the burned academy continued. A strong, unstable flame raged in the hands of the enraged Lizard; he was ready to unleash all his fury on the archmage, but the other survivors intervened, arguing that now they needed to think about how to defeat the enemy, not settle scores.
- Very well, you are right. But God knows, I will incinerate that bastard.
It was decided to set off at dawn, and until then, everyone would benefit from some rest.

Verwolka woke up on a dirty road under the moonlight. To her surprise, she found that she could not use her magical abilities…

I knew all along that I didn't kidnap Vervolke. Judging by his height, it must have been Wesker after all.

I have a feeling that there will be more than one grave at the end... who will survive this carnage? Shall we place our bets?

let's bet on those who won't survive) I hope Magnus will be on this list)

I definitely won't survive; I'll find some beautiful way to die, just like in Hurma.

Attempt after attempt, but to no avail – the flame wouldn't ignite. The Werwolf still couldn't believe she had lost her magical abilities, because what good would she be without them? She would have to return to an ordinary life, like millions of other ordinary people…
The damp earth beneath her feet, the wet rain above, and only darkness around filled the girl with sadness and loneliness. After walking a few more meters along the road, she stopped and then fell face down in the mud.

The mages had to postpone their journey until tomorrow: Magnus and Nebo were preparing something special... something that would help them defeat the enemy.

Daybreak came quickly; everyone in the "company" was busy with their usual work, except for the absence of the Werwolf, which slightly disturbed certain individuals.
The "Company" had a large number of employees, both permanent and freelance. Among them were people of completely different professions and nationalities.
Who could have thought that an ordinary day, as it seemed, could become fatal for all these people? A person appeared on the first floor, whose face was hidden behind a dark hood. An alarm was immediately raised - someone had opened the cells containing the imprisoned mages. Instead, the person headed deeper into the building, upwards.
The director also hurried to leave the building and, as usual, was accompanied by his bodyguard. Before the hooded figure appeared, Vortex beheaded another raging mage.
- Hey! There's another one there, kill him quickly! - the chief pointed at the same person.
Vortex obeyed and made a sharp lunge towards the enemy, intending to kill him with one blow, but to his surprise, at the moment of impact, the person vanished somewhere. And when Vortex turned around, pieces of the director, who had been blown up from the inside, flew at him. The mage was nowhere to be seen either.

In the evening, the mages reached the castle; inside, they divided themselves into groups. Drakkosha, Lizard, Hostor, and Nebo went together.
For a long time, they wandered through the dark corridors, illuminated only by Lizard's flame, until they reached a small hall. There stood a huge slab with various symbols and signs, and in the center were 3 holes. In a small box nearby, the mages found a key. All that remained was to choose – which hole to insert it into?
- Look! - Nebo began - there is a small plaque with an inscription under each hole.
- And what does that give us? We can't translate them! - Kosha replied, hinting at the obvious.
- I can! - Nebo proudly declared - after all, I am the librarian and chronicler.
- So, what does it say? - Drakkosha urged him.
- Um... here, look: "Lionheart," "Reflection of Sorrow," and... Here, the plaque is worn out; I can't read it.
- Which one should we choose? - Hostor wondered.
After much deliberation, the mages decided on the first hole. To their misfortune, nothing happened.
- I suggest taking the key out and using another hole.
Deciding not to risk it, they chose "Reflection of Sorrow." The slab moved, creating a passage.
The first hole apparently activated some kind of protective mechanism, and now the mages also had to fend off stone golems. And if Kosha and Nebo served more as cover, Lizard and Hostor fiercely fought back, the former using flame and his blade, and the latter two daggers.
After long battles, they emerged into a huge hall, which was most likely previously the count's reception room (or someone else who could have ruled here). This was the only room in the castle where there was light.
- How unexpected! Of all the guests who might visit this castle, I least expected you!
All four were stunned when they heard a familiar voice… Then they saw two figures – they were Arandor and Neyra. Both were terribly pale, and the first, due to the effects of dark magic, had doubled in size. In his hands he held a sword-staff with two blades, in which energy pulsed...
Arandor didn't wait but immediately rushed into battle. He skillfully dodged all attacks from his opponents while inflicting blows on them.
- Fool! You succumbed to temptation! - Lizard shouted.
- Battle will decide who is the fool and who isn't.
Receiving a blow to the face with the hilt, Lizard fell. Then, his opponent pierced his leg through and through, pinning it to the ground with one part of his weapon. With the other, he went back into battle.
- Dark magic has taken over your mind; stop! - Nebo tried to reason with Arandor.
- This magic is my ally, not my master. Revan said...
- Revan deceived you! Look at yourself; you are consumed by rage!
- You lie!!!
Making a sharp turn, Arandor left a large bloody streak across Nebo's chest. The latter fell.
There were also no problems with the others, and only when the fighter was about to finish off his enemies did Magnus appear. A powerful magical shock slammed Arandor against the wall. At first, he had no intention of retreating, but noticing that other mages began to fill the hall, he still decided to leave. He jumped out of the window on the third floor; Silent Neyra followed him.
The lives of the heroic four were in no danger; mage-healers (including Lizard himself) worked wonders.
Night was falling…

In the cemetery, as yesterday, there reigned devilish silence, shrouded in darkness. And just like yesterday, Revan remained unmoved, ignoring the heavy downpour. Many people stood near him: among them was Vegtam, as well as Arandor and Neyra, who had just arrived. They were all preparing for something...