Posts from Ritnaran Lekras (Heroist) Auto-translated

Please, don't format it as quotes, but as general thoughts, otherwise I won't understand you, and you might change your mind due to external circumstances.)

I.e., instead of: "Let's go," said the mage, it would be better to write: "The mage went." Or am I misunderstanding?

-Yes, I think there should be fresh water somewhere, - the mage continued, peering into the darkness. Some time passed.

So, instead of: "Let's go," said the mage, it would be better to write: "The mage went"? Or am I misunderstanding?

Exactly. If any unforeseen difficulties arise with the intention to go, I will stop.
Well, the goblin's hearing wasn't elven, but he still heard the sound of a stream in the distance. The overall silence of the place helped him with this.

- Finally! - Ritnaran exclaimed happily. - Do you hear that?
And the mage headed, no, ran towards the sound, because he hadn't felt such a terrible thirst in his entire life.

In the starlight, one could barely make out a small spring. It was impossible to see where it flowed. Lasar ran up to it and began to drink the water.

The Mage, of course, followed his example. All his previous caution and prudence vanished, replaced by a single desire: "Water... Drink... DRINK!!!"

Hmm, I suddenly feel like drinking too.......=)

The caution was wasted: when Ritnaran held his palms under the stream of water, something bit him.

- What is going on here! - the mage exclaimed angrily. - Now we can't even get a drink!
Rithnaran tried to examine the spring more carefully. Visibility was practically zero, so he had to rely on the two moons, as well as his eyes, which were adjusting to the darkness.

The spring was occupied by spring frogs: on the one hand, these amphibians live only in clean water and, by their presence, further purify it; on the other hand, a frog's bite or touch causes extremely unpleasant burns. This is exactly what Dascalos' little finger was experiencing right now.

-Hey, get out of here! - With these words, the mage cast a powerful air spell, trying to "blow" the frogs away from this spot. After all, the water is endless.
A strong wind will raise waves, so even underwater, the annoying frogs will have little chance.

Well, he didn't manage to bury the frogs, but at least they hopped away in different directions. The cabin boy scooped up some water in his hands and took a sip, then he filled his flask.

That's exactly what I wanted, but for some reason, half of the post disappeared...

The Mage approved of the idea and then took a sip himself. Finally, he felt the long-awaited relief.
-Well, it's time to return to camp! - With these words, Ritnaran set off back.
Of course, his mind kept conjuring up thoughts about how, for complete happiness, he just needed to get lost in the forest, but he pushed them away, insisting that he was going in the right direction and that he would soon see the light from the campfire.

Everything went smoothly: only Lasar stumbled over roots a couple of times.

Upon arriving at the camp, Ritnaran first examined the map: it seemed to be in order. He opened the location where he last saw the wave-killer, called Lasar, and decided to try to determine its current location together with him.

Ritnar and his apprentice also had information about the cardinal directions and a rough idea of the island's coastline. They had several island options, but none of them perfectly matched the available data. Although, maybe they just needed to get some sleep...

-Alright, morning is wiser than evening, - Ritnaran finally said. - We survived, we're on land, there's water here, and there's bound to be food. We even managed to light a fire! Let's get a good night's sleep, and in the morning, we'll try again. If nothing else works, we'll find a high hill and climb it to survey the surroundings.
With these words, the mage folded the map and went to sleep.