Posts from Divine Journey

-He's gone, Nokou," Alko said sadly, "quietly, quietly, dwarf. It was just a nightmare; you're safe," he added.

--Yes, indeed... I was just too nervous, almost as if I was under the influence of a drug. Heimyr, don't be afraid; everything is alright. Florian, if you don't mind.
Nokou approached the mage to examine him.

-Reinhold, you and Hostor pulled him out together – Alco nodded towards Hostor – did he manage to tell you anything? Do you think he can be trusted?

"Am I in the underworld? Why are the walls so gray here? And why does my head hurt so much?" - thought Reynold as he sat up. Half-sitting, he looked around, and the attention of the battle mage was immediately drawn to a table covered with glasses filled with light blue liquid. "Ah yes, the potion, a bad dream. That's what it was!" Seeing the elf next to the table, Trast quietly turned to her: "I wouldn't advise drinking that, it's more trouble than it's worth." A few seconds later, he noticed the others. Squinting with his one eye, Reynold, who still didn't quite believe in this reality, greeted his fellow unfortunates: "Oh, so you made it out without our help? How?" "And you can trust him, as long as he doesn't do anything dangerous. Well, dangerous for us," Trast smiled weakly.

-Florian helped us,” Alco said, nodding towards the mage hunter. “Without him, even if we had managed to escape, we would already be dead. But still, what do you say about this?” He nodded towards Hostor again. “He’s, like, a fire mage, right? It seems he melted the lock on his cell.”

Heimir looked around at his companions in confusion. "But aren't you... hydras?"

- I'm not sure. Do I look like a Hydra?

Alko sighed heavily and turned to the dwarf:
-No, we are not a hydra, a dragon, a gorgon, or the leader of the White Ravens. Whatever you saw, Heimír, it was just a vision caused by some kind of drug. They forced you to drink it, right? - he added with unexpected sympathy.

- Well, thank the gods! You won't believe the nonsense I was seeing! Our Thane wanted to marry me off to his daughter, who turned out to be a hydra with your heads instead of her own! Oh, well, actually, we drank this potion ourselves because it immediately restored all our strength and cured all our ailments, but then everyone passed out. Only Morgan didn't drink the potion and remained alone against this gang... - Here, Heimyr saw Morgan lying on the ground. - Oh, no! Do something! And where is the homunculus? Free me from these chains!

- Yes, we were terribly tormented by thirst. Well, at least I was, - the battle mage scratched his head. He then noticed someone else, dead and without hands. - Have you already searched him? - nodding towards the deceased, Trast inquired.

-Exactly, the chains! Sorry, Heimyr, I was just too preoccupied with the fate of the remaining prisoners - Alco began to remove the chains, first from Heimyr, and then from Reynold.

You're lacking a healer. Although Amco wouldn't approve, I think :3

--Alco, set them free. I don't know this fire mage, but I know Nix. He's a bit of a weirdo, but he's a good guy.
--Yes, Heimyr, my friend, I just examined the mage. How are you feeling?

- We need to figure this out together, Nokou. When Heimyr and Reynold are far enough away to make decisions.

I think I'm free from the shackles now, right?

Well, unless Rueven says I couldn't remove the chains!
And he says I could remove them.