Posts from Divine Journey
Heimir frowned.
- Guys, then I have nothing to do there. The mage will immediately notice me and tear me to shreds. Maybe there are some other tasks?
--It's a pity, Heimir, I was somehow hoping for your support. But you're right, the risk is high. If anyone should fight the mage, it should be those who are agile enough. And maybe we'll need a healer.
--I'm very sorry, Heimír, I was somehow hoping for your support. But you're right, the risk is high. If anyone should fight the mage, it should be those who are agile enough. And perhaps we'll need a healer.
Heimír finished Reynold's spicy potatoes. The burning of the spices was quite strong; it wasn't often that dwarves ate such things. "But it's delicious, did he really make it himself?" Heimír drained his mug of cooled tea and decided to follow the cook's example.
- Alright, I swear on my beard, just a little more and I'll fall asleep right on the floor! If you decide to go on some safer mission, wake me up. - He headed to his bed.
It's annoying how there's no roleplaying at all. The focus is solely on speed. I would understand if it were for the team, but it's clearly not. It brings up unpleasant thoughts.
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Let's move her to Plesen's room, and everything will be fine. The main thing is to bring potatoes.
So? I don't care what bothers you or what seems obvious to you. Not to mention your thoughts. Some people rarely write, but what can you do? Nothing.


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- May you be well. You can meet all sorts of people here! Everyone wants to get to the treasures. And they come here too, - White Wind pointed to the door next to the priest, - many try to break in. They say that deep within the labyrinth, there is something extremely valuable and extremely terrifying.

