Posts from Divine Journey

Thorium, it's your turn, right? I'm ready to heal you if needed.

The door to the prison corridor opens, and the giant, whom the prisoner has seen before, enters; as before, he is holding a heavy sledgehammer. He growls something, then walks down the corridor, looking for the people he needs. Then something unexpected happens: the blade of an excellent claymore passes through his body and comes out through his stomach. The monster lets out a terrible cry, but ignoring the terrible pain, it turns sharply and swings the sledgehammer at the attacker from behind. The man manages to dodge the blow, but his weapon remains in the monster's body. Then he lowers both hands to the ground and draws some kind of magical sign with his fingers, and when he makes another quick lunge backward, the giant runs towards him. The spell he cast worked perfectly and had the expected effect - the giant froze for a while. This was enough for the man's next move - he went around the monster from behind, grabbed his sword with both hands, and freed it with a kick to the monster's broad back. There was little left to do, and he easily beheaded his victim. Those who spoke with this man in the "Cozy House" were able to recognize him as Florian Assange. - Yes, son, of course, of course! Your father and I have long since come to terms with your idea. But I think you should first meet him and your friends! Would you like something to drink? - Hostor?... What happened?... - Alice approached him and hugged him, pressing her lips to his forehead, - don't cry, everything is fine. We are together. The three of us.

- But I shouldn't... I can't do that... - Redram leaned against the girl. - I don't want to do wrong things anymore...

Siegfried turned to the motionless warrior, who still stood there, staring at him through the slits in his helmet.
- Show your face! - Siegfried demanded. - And give me answers to my questions.
With his eyes, he carefully examined the surroundings, and with his hands, he gripped the old shovel more tightly.
It is forbidden.

- Yes, son, of course! Your father and I have long since accepted your idea. But I think you should meet him and your friends first! Would you like something to drink?

- Of course, we will meet!
Heimir felt some inexplicable anxiety at the offer of a drink, as if he had recently had an unpleasant experience with beverages.
- N-no, thank you, I don't think so, - he stammered. - Let me change first, and then we can go to my father's forge!

- Florian! - the elf exclaimed happily. - I'm glad to see you! I was already starting to think that we would end our journey here. Help us get out of these cells.

Hugging the girl, Redram feels that her skin is cold, and when he looks at her face again, he realizes with horror that she is dead. The boy shouts "murderer!" and runs towards the long-haired man.
The warrior remains silent, but he still takes off his helmet, and Siegfried sees his own face, as if he were looking in a mirror.
Isgerd helps Heimyr change clothes.
- Of course, that's exactly why I'm here, - the hunter took a bunch of keys from the giant's corpse and then freed all the prisoners one by one.

-Thank you very much, Florian," the mercenary bowed. "My name is Alco. After that, Alco tried to pick up the sledgehammer that the dead jailer was armed with: "It's an awkward weapon," he said, "but I suppose it's better than nothing. These creatures, whatever they are, have taken what rightfully belongs to me, and I intend to get it back. I hope, Florian, that your plans include clearing out this vile lair?"

- That's right, - the hunter smirked, - I'll do everything I can. And if you're talking about any personal belongings, I'm afraid I have to disappoint you: they are probably no longer usable. When I arrived here, my armor fell apart right on me.

Once free, Lei Lan was happy that she had finally gained her freedom. -And I thought I would die in that dump.

I messed up and it doesn't make any sense. Why did I go to the armory first? So that I could go to the herbalist in armor. Oh, come on...

- Lindeskar, wait for me here or go to Brinau Sirett, and I'll go to the herbalist.
Faelvir took the paper written by Sirett, left the castle, and asked the guard how to get to the herbalist.

Kerlian searches the corpse for useful items and tries on the dead cultists' clothes.

The focus isn't on the players. We don't want to see that.

- My gods! - exclaimed Siegfried, clutching his cheeks and shaking his head.
A moment later, he struck the false Taimon with a charged shovel on the head with all his might and rushed up the slope out of the pit, choosing the side where there was no one.

Hugging the girl, Redram feels that her skin is cold, and when he looks at her face again, he realizes with horror that she is dead. The boy screams "murderer!" and runs towards the long-haired man.

- NO! NO! NO! - Hostor stepped back from Alice a little, but then pressed her body against him and lowered his head. - This shouldn't be happening. This isn't real. NOT REAL!