Posts from Divine Journey

Fang, gritting his teeth in pain, cursed inwardly: "What fools we are... If we had examined these drawings more carefully, perhaps we wouldn't have been caught off guard."
- Bai, are you alright?! - the monk croaked, using "Pure Water" on his companion.

Daar got up from the table in Erathia and began to think about what to do next.

The table with Daar behind it is the only thing left of the inn and half of the city. Yes, he really needs to think about it.

The table with Daar behind it is the only thing left of the inn and half of the city. Yes, we really need to think about this.

lol, what happened?

Fang, gritting his teeth in pain, cursed inwardly: "What fools we are... If we had examined these drawings more carefully, perhaps we wouldn't have been caught off guard."
- Bai, are you alright?! - the monk croaked, using "Pure Water" on his companion.

lol, what happened?

Nothing much, just a localized apocalypse with automatic relocation to the grave.

Nothing special, just a localized Armageddon with automatic relocation to the grave.

And I'm just chilling at home.

They married me off and used my magic without me. But I don't mind. :)

- Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha! - Siegfried burst into laughter. His body twitched spasmodically in time with his laughter. - You lost! The answer is incorrect! Ha-ha-ha! He laughed for a while longer, until he ran out of breath, then opened his eyes and surveyed the surroundings. He paused, looking at the aristocrat's body and the people standing nearby.

Hostor, unable to tolerate the idle chatter of the Free Cities resident and the snake-man, barely restrained himself from sending them both to the energy source and looked around. He saw a knife in the hands of the elf, who was either lost in thought or had managed to take a sip of the "wonderful potion."
Or maybe he's just slow. Doesn't matter. Storytellers want blood - they'll get blood.
Redram, without hesitation, approached the elf, took the amputation knife from him, and returned to Lucius. At that moment, de Sais came to his senses, bursting into laughter that echoed throughout the room.
- Siegfried, are you alright? - Hostor looked worriedly at the nix, but the fit of laughter had already passed, and he now looked more or less decent.

Lei Lan was surprised, but pleased, to see Siegfried awaken.
-I'm glad to see you're starting to recover, - she said to the nix.

- Better than this morning.

- Glad to see you're starting to recover.

- And may you stay healthy. What is this here? - I heard that cutting off limbs is a favorite pastime of the rabid dogs from the sands.

- That's the absolute truth, - Alco nodded. - And do you know who they like to mutilate the most? Those who call them rabid dogs from the sands.

Throughout the night, Lindeskar didn't dream at all. He expected nightmares, terrifying demons, rivers of blood – but no, nothing. Nothing has changed. I am still the same as I was yesterday, the day before, a week ago. If I have changed, it's only slightly, imperceptibly, like I changed every time I learned something new. Yes, I simply learned something new...

He lay on his back, hands under his head, and slowly pondered when he heard someone stirring on the neighboring cot. Turning his head, he saw Faelvir, the half-elf, tossing and turning in his bed, his face contorted in pain. He must be having a nightmare.

Lindeskar got up and gently touched his friend's shoulder; he cried out and woke up.

Imaris, it's your turn!

- Lindeskar! I had a dream that we were separated into different squads, and even on different sides. I don't know who was attacking and who was defending, but we were forced to fight each other! - Faëlvir's speech sounded a bit disjointed and unclear because he had just woken up. - You shot an arrow into my leg, and I took someone's sword and wanted to kill you. My god, Eya, I never wanted to kill anyone. Forgive me, it was just a bad dream.
Faëlvir looked around. What did he see? x) maybe someone else is in the barracks. The morning sun was already streaming through the window. "I need to get myself together. I should take a shower."

- Better than in the morning.

- If only I knew when that morning was, - Hostor smirked and turned his attention back to Lucius.
If I cut myself with this knife and then bandage it with something from these rags... I doubt I'll survive even a week. I need to be smarter. If Morgan is dead, it can't get any worse for him.
Looking around, Redram approached one of the dead jailers, took off his cloak, which he put on himself (noting with annoyance that it was too small), and then cut off the dead man's hand.
Oh yes, a brilliant plan.
The mage lifted the aristocrat's head and held the severed hand to his face so that blood dripped into his mouth.
- I've always wanted to do this...