Posts from Divine Journey

Well, the others seem to have left. Hostor is healing, and Siegfried is fine.

But if we're talking, doesn't that mean we haven't left yet?

Just make up your mind already.

Faëlvir and Lindeskar followed Brian to the barracks, where they immediately collapsed onto the nearest available bunks to sleep. Of course, after they had taken off their armor.

-The vampire is dead, - Alco repeated - or do you think that an already dead vampire should change much after death? Perhaps become paler?

Here, Revan, so we haven't left yet, but we're really, really planning to.

- A vampire? Then let him have some blood – he’ll immediately be branded! - Trust smirked. "So, there was a vampire among us all this time, and I didn't even notice? Well done, Reynold, you're very observant!"

Okay, fine.

- Perhaps you are right, Reynold - Alco said thoughtfully - but if this mage and this vampire are such good friends, then let him give his blood to him.

- A vampire? Don't tell me I was saved by schoolchildren, - Hostor said skeptically, looking at the Arab. - This is an aristocrat. A strange and incomprehensible race, but still not inferior to humans in any way.

-Really? - Alco looked skeptically at Hostor - they don't eat or breathe when you hit them, less blood flows out of them than it should, they are incredibly difficult to kill, they have pale skin, and damn it, if they aren't walking dead, then why can't you figure out whether he's alive or not at this moment, huh?

- You listed their merits, buddy. Not without exaggeration, but still. And that doesn't make aristocrats into monsters from children's tales. They're just different, - Redram shrugged.
No, I don't want to argue with what prejudices dictate.
- But if you want me to spill his blood, ha, then give me a knife.

--But that's ridiculous!
Thinking.
--Although... Well, who knows? Maybe it will actually help? Perhaps he's under a spell, and the spell can only be broken with the blood of a fire mage? But even so, it's still ridiculous.

-No one argues that it's very convenient," Alco shrugged, "and I don't consider them monsters. I just don't make up nonsense. Every living creature needs to eat, breathe, and drink," the mercenary looked at the nix with some doubt, "but the dead don't need any of that. The conclusion is quite simple.
Hearing Nokou's words, Alco turned to him:
"They drink blood, I saw it with my own eyes. In legends, a vampire that hasn't drunk blood for a very long time dies or falls asleep. I don't think he had the opportunity to drink much blood in prison, so..."

He's quite sensitive...
- Lucius and I walked from Deepwell to Erathia in two days. In those two days, he didn't drink a single drop. Can you imagine? And now they're going to give me a knife to test this stupid theory?

-No one argues that it's very convenient - Alco shrugged - and I don't consider them monsters. I just don't come up with nonsense. Every living creature needs to eat, breathe, and drink - the mercenary looked at the nix with some doubt - but the dead don't need any of that. The conclusion is quite simple.

--I think you're overcomplicating things, Alco. The dead don't need anything at all, and they don't even need to move. I'm sure that all these tales about walking dead are just a product of someone's imagination. Otherwise, where would they get their energy from? They can't be perpetual motion machines!