Posts from Divine Journey

Smirking, Hostor poured the remaining liquid into Reynold, stood up without waiting for the effect to take place, and, grabbing the shirt with the vials, tried to open the door behind which the torturer had disappeared.

When Hostor opened the door, he immediately saw someone's face in a gray mask, apparently watching the group through a crack.

Redram recoiled in surprise, but quickly regained his composure and tried to headbutt the stranger in the face.

A fire mage could melt castles as easily as his own. I don't think it's necessary to be on the other side of the bars for that, right?

The man recoiled from the blow and shouted something unintelligible, presumably calling for his comrades.

Redram tried to grab the man by his clothes and throw him into the room with his comrades.

Both elves followed the guard into the armory, and he kindly agreed to lead them. When the quartermaster held the paper written by Sirette in his hands, he said a slow "aha...", stood up from his chair, walked around the room, and after a few minutes, he laid out the equipment on the table – here you go.
An Imperial leather armor with steel plates, a travel cloak, a hood, a steel helmet, a flint, a flask, candles, a long Imperial bow, and two quivers of arrows for Lindeskar.
A steel cuirass, a helmet, and 4 potions of mana restoration for Faelvir.