Posts from Divine Journey

What a stupid village. I'm so thirsty...

Will anyone go down there to find out what happened?

That's a job for a dwarf!

Drink the poison, dude.
And you bought the poison when you could have gathered it for free.

Lol. Revan is trolling me.

Kerlian approached the well, examined the contents of the bucket, and then peered into the well.

Arandor, let Nebka meet the homunculus!

Introduced himself when he presented himself.

Why would you need a redhead when you have a homunculus that can handle any situation? :З

Kerlian approached the well and examined the contents of the bucket, then peered into the well.

The contents of the bucket turned out to be nothing more than greenish water.
And when Kerlian looked into the well, he saw nothing but darkness.

What a pity that the dried кыстыбые ran out yesterday, but even worse, I don't know where to go specifically.
Disguised: donning the bushiest beard and mustache he had, wrapping himself in a cloak to hide his armor and the sword at his waist, and putting his helmet in a bag, Siegfried hobbled down the street, leaning on a branch and kicking cow dung. Several weeks had passed since he set out on this adventure, and upon reaching the imperial settlement, he suddenly lost his enthusiasm. Some children, laughing joyfully and kicking up dust, ran past, and Siegfried slapped the last one on the head and spat in his back.
- Damn brats! - he shook his stick in the air.
Nothing interesting was happening, and sweat was streaming down his body.
I need to cool off, he headed towards the well.

Having reached the well, Siegfried discovered the same thing as others – a poisoned well, as well as two travelers studying it.

Reynolds abruptly pushed open the tavern door and entered. He quickly spotted the bartender and, paying little attention to those around him, headed towards the tavern owner. Leaning on the counter in front of which the tavern keeper stood, he, without beating around the bush, began to ask his questions: "Hello, you are, as I understand it, the owner of this establishment? I have a number of questions for you. Could you tell me what is known at the moment about the Grail? I mean not just any old tales, but useful information, or tell me about those who might have this information. Researchers, adventurers... even the Count's people! Also, I am interested in information about wanted bandits, those that everyone is talking about." Realizing, however, that from the outside it looked less like an inquiry and more like an interrogation, Trast added in a slightly more friendly tone: "And please, a pint of good, strong ale."

Bai Feng stood on a small platform and skeptically examined the obelisk. Unable to contain himself, he said sarcastically:
- Amazing. A marvel of architecture...

- But why not? - Matthias said, surprised, - Of course, I'm interested! That's why I'm still here. But you didn't answer my question, - the mercenary said cautiously, putting a spoonful of cabbage stew in his mouth.

Fang smiled happily and replied to his companion:
- The search isn't progressing because I arrived in this village just about forty minutes ago. I'm not so foolish as to search for treasure on my own, - the celestial smiled and sat down on a chair next to Matthias, thinking that it would be appropriate now. - I came to this tavern to find companions. I am a healer, and not one of the worst. I think many here would not refuse my help.
Fang folded his hands and looked around the tavern again, and then turned to the mercenary again:
- And what is your combat specialization?

Alone at the table, Nel surveyed the trio, which now included her wild relative (what was his name again? Oh yes, he never mentioned it, it seems): an unkempt, seemingly frail half-elf and her new "acquaintance." A dubious group.
A snake, a human, and a human. Nel overheard snippets of a conversation between two of them. Hmm... a monk, I think that's the most suitable company.
Nel got up from the table again and headed towards them.
- Hello, folks. My name is Nel, and I think we have something to talk about.