Posts from Divine Journey

The grate wouldn't budge.

The journey from Deepwell to Gallego was quite long – almost five days, and the two elves walked along the road, fortunately, without any major incidents along the way. During the journey, they talked a lot, and Lindeskar managed to develop a fondness for his companion.

On the fifth evening, they finally arrived in Gallego – an inhospitable, agitated, and battle-ready place. A guard stopped them, and Faelvir immediately took the initiative. The guard offered two options for further action:

Actually, I suggest you turn back. But if you still want to help, you can go to Brian Siret in the fortress; he is in charge of new recruits and their assignments.

Participate in the battle? Never! But I don't want to go back either...
Not knowing what to say, Lindeskar shifted from one foot to the other and continued to remain silent, waiting to see what his companion would choose.
I already know what this half-baked altruist will choose.

The grate wouldn't budge.

Yeah, everything went to hell! =_=.

- WE WILL HAVE TO TAKE THE KEY FROM THE CORPSES OF OUR ENEMIES!

You never know what might happen! Ctrl+C/Ctrl+V


May took off his outer garment, tied it in a knot, and tried to pull the bars apart by wedging it between them and pushing.

May took off his outer garment, tied it in a knot, and tried to pull the bars apart by wedging it between them and pulling.

This had no effect.

we're in trouble now, we're going to be killed T_T.

Well, for now, they're only killing me and Hossi, and it's not certain that this isn't just a test.

But you provoked me, while I was just living a peaceful life and simply passing by =(

- Hey, strongman, what's your name? - Redram, smiling, looked at the one-eyed man.

- Reinhold. And how about you? - Trust sighed, shifting his gaze to his interlocutor.

- Hostor, - the mage nodded. - It's all turning out quite amusingly, Reynold, very amusing indeed!

"Hostor? Something vaguely familiar... hmm, could it be the Hostor we were hunting?" Trust pondered, scrutinizing the face of the new acquaintance.
"Yes, there is a resemblance! Though, he was quite dirty, like a homeless person..."
- And are you, by any chance, a mage?

And I also had a beard.

This guy is a comedian! How could he not hear my words about "more mages" and not notice Inferno...
- Yes, I'm a mage. A fire mage... You must have taken quite a beating if you don't remember how I scorched those three bastards, - Hostor smiled nervously.

- Yeah, it hit me hard, - Trust said with a wry smile.
"And you managed to burn more than just those bastards, if all this isn't just a miraculous coincidence. Although, we're in the same boat now, so there's clearly no time for old grudges."