Posts from Black Ice

That’s enough. There will be one topic.

A poll isn't necessary; it's already clear that few people are in favor of separate topics.
And yes, it's also more fun to have everything together.

The problem is that as the game progresses, groups can change significantly, or even new ones can be created, which will ultimately lead to a dozen extra topics appearing in the section.

Ah, well, if that's the case, then it's clear.

David's stomach rumbled. He went down to the large dining hall of the Haven, took a bowl of soup, and sat down at a table. A shaggy figure flashed in the doorway. "Torvar?" the coranian waved to him. "Want to join me, or are you busy?"

Theohar sat in the farthest corner of the dining hall, glancing sideways at the visitors. In reality, the other members of the order didn't interest him at all, but no other important thoughts came to mind. "Again, this fellow from Corania is shouting across the entire dining hall. Where did he learn basic table manners?" the mage thought.

- I think things are going well, - I said, buttoning up my trousers. - We are receiving timely information about what is happening in the territory of our allies, and we also have some support behind us. It is possible that Helligate will soon come to the light of the Emperor.
I didn't expect Hedwiga to respond, so I just put on my shirt and gently kissed her.
- It was nice to visit, but duty calls!
Grabbing my things, I left the inn, whistling cheerfully and heading towards the headquarters of the Watchers.
Winking and beaming with my brightest smile, I walked through the corridors, cheerfully nodding and greeting all my comrades in the order along the way, until I reached the latest assignments on the board.
- The Emperor's Sword? Interesting. Vaironia, Vaironia... I don't remember who was sent there. Either way, my duty requires me to perform other tasks. Whoever is there, he will not let Him down. Vampires, diplomacy, - I muttered to myself. - A talented mage, the Academy. And this is exactly what I need. What's there?... Atelstan.
With a determined step, I headed towards the master of magic.

It turned out to be easy to find Athelstan; as always at this time of day, he was training novice wizards of the order. Their training ground was located far from the castle, for obvious reasons, so it took Ferus some time to reach the wizard instructor.
Athelstan had given tasks to each of his students and was now simply observing their execution.

- Master Athelstan! Not a bad day, is it? - I said, taking a deep breath. - How are your pets doing? I see sparks and lightning flying everywhere!

Having finished his mackerel, Sirkhan left the dining hall and headed for another training session under the guidance of the First Warden, Hartmann von Liebenberg. (Warden I) Sirkhan planned to embark on a mission soon and needed to be in good shape.

- Today is a good day, no doubt about it,” Athelstan paused from his work and left the wizards to their own devices. “They are showing good progress in the art of magic and will soon be able to become full-fledged warlocks, but please, don’t refer to them as such. They are my students as well as my battle companions, just like yours... Brother Ferrus, isn’t that right?

Torvar was not used to being in such a place. He was accustomed to the surrounding environment being less crowded and less well-maintained. Nevertheless, he quickly began to adjust, although, in addition to the constant training sessions (during which he made quite a few acquaintances), he often simply wandered around the Order's building in thought. People looked at him strangely, but usually said nothing. And now, he was pondering a deep philosophical question. Of course, he was thinking to himself; he wasn't such a weirdo as to say everything out loud. "So, which came first: cats or whiskers? On the one hand, cats can't be without whiskers... Because that would mean someone cut their whiskers off. But knives appeared later than whiskers and cats, because..." He paused at the window and scratched his head. "Because knives were invented to cut off cats' whiskers! Exactly, that's how it was! So, therefore..." He didn't manage to finish his thought: as Torvar passed by the dining hall, someone called out to him. "David! I didn't notice you, sorry! Yes, I'll sit down. There are a lot of you here," he said, looking around the dining hall.

"Oh, and this big guy showed up too," Theohar continued, commenting on the events. "Two of a kind."
The mage finished his meal, then got up from the table and looked around the dining hall.
"Hmm, there are indeed a lot of people here today. Perhaps it's best to leave this place," he thought, and with that, Theohar left the hall and slowly headed towards the place where the Ice Book was stored.

Having finished his mackerel, Sirkhan left the dining hall and headed for another training session under the guidance of the First Warden, Hartmann von Liebenberg. (Warden I) Sirkhan planned to go on a mission soon and needed to be in shape.

The training went as usual; the first warden, as before, made Sirkhan improve the capabilities of his body and mind, as well as improve his combat skills, all so that when he met the enemy, he could not only fend him off but also completely crush him.
- You are doing well, Sirkhan, - said Hartmann at the end of the training. - I think you will soon finish your training with me.

- Exactly! Well, I'm glad to see that things are going so well for you," I said with a warm smile to the wizard, hoping to put him at ease. "I was interested in the escort mission for a representative of the magic academy. If you think I'm up to it, I would be happy to serve the order in this matter.

"Hmm, let's see what we have here," Theohar examined the contents of the book. "The Emperor's Sword, vampires, contact with the Khaganate, escort... Hmm, as always, nothing worthwhile. However, we can return to this later." Theohar glanced over the list of quests again and then headed straight to the order's library.