Posts from Black Ice Auto-translated

- Thank you for your trust, everything will be fine, - Aurora smiled. After politely saying goodbye, she left the office. There were many people in the Order who had excelled in suppressing enemy magic, but the angel had no idea about many of them. Aurora once had a conversation with a native of Kahan, Neygur, or something like that. Unfortunately, the name slipped her mind, but Aurora remembered that the girl had mentioned something about her ability to resist magic. In addition, Aurora had a thought that she would want to see her homeland. However, if the native of Kahan refuses, the angel thought about a backup plan - a Koranian, who, according to rumors, once worked as an undertaker. Aurora had even less contact with him and didn't even know his name, but she knew that he didn't have particularly warm feelings for mages and would hardly be thrilled with the idea of traveling with one of them, even if it was a peaceful healer. However, no other options came to Aurora's mind, and she set out to find one of these two.
Mold, Medj, I'm waiting for your signal, who will appear first and who will want to go with me first.

- I didn't want to interrupt your work, Raymondo, but you've been working around the clock, - I surveyed the contents of the armory. - I'm going out into the cold, I need something to wear under my cloak. The Emperor, of course, provides protection, but a masterfully crafted steel armor frees Him from unnecessary worries, so that He can direct His will towards other important matters. I think some chainmail, not too heavy, would be good, so that I can easily speed up my pace if necessary.

- Fanatic, - Raymondo muttered to himself. - Go and take whatever you need yourself! Show me all the items you took, and I'll record them under your name.

- Of course.
I dismissed the grumbling complainer from my mind and focused on the equipment. After selecting a suitable item for myself, I showed it to the armorer so that he could register it in my name.

The weaponsmith made a few notes in a thick book and, with his displeased expression, made it clear to Ferrus that he was free to go.

- Don't be a downer!
I left the little guy to do his thing, geared myself up, and set off. Of course, I could have grabbed something for the girl, but the armorer started making a fuss, so I figured it's better for her to run for her life than to lug around ten kilograms of iron.

Lugus strolled leisurely through the complex, still unable to believe how well he had managed to settle in. He considered it good fortune, as the order provided everything necessary, and now he didn't have to worry about trivial matters, look for work to buy food, or find a place to live. He could even forget about the thefts, which involved great risk and brought in unstable income. Of course, this wasn't a place for rest and entertainment, as he often had to train and go on missions, but it was still better than his previous life, and he could even choose the missions himself. Lugus preferred the easiest missions, those involving the least risk to his life.
He walked down the corridor, having just finished a hearty meal, and hummed one of the songs they sang in his favorite tavern. He often visited it, and sometimes he missed the atmosphere and even the motley crew that hung out there. His reflections on the past were interrupted when Lugus reached the hall where the Ice Book and various information about wanted mages were located. It was time to think about a new mission, but first, he decided to take a look at the list of criminals, mostly out of curiosity.

The people recorded in this book either pose a threat to the civilian population or crossed paths with the order in the past. Based on the fact that these criminals are still able to breathe, one can conclude how strong and dangerous they are. Be careful; do not force me to search for your cold bodies across all nine kingdoms.
Note from Vaimond Lancaster, Chief Scout.

Most Wanted List

— Marcus Astallion
Age: 66-69 years, exact date of birth unknown.
Known abilities: high level of knowledge in elemental, arcane, healing, and traditional magic, as well as life magic. According to unverified information, he possesses forbidden sorcerous arts.
Description: once a healer in a small village in the north. While curing people of various ailments, he also practiced the use of healing magic. Although he used it with good intentions, the order could not let him remain free. At the age of thirty, he was arrested and later transferred to the Academy, where he spent the next half of his life, showing extraordinary talent in the magical arts. It did not seem that he was dissatisfied with his position; however, an unpleasant situation occurred seven years ago. A member of the order, arriving to recruit a young wizard, became frightened by the emotional youth's power and decided to kill him. Since then, Marcus has repeatedly tried to achieve independence for the Academy, but he has not come a step closer to success. A year later, he and a group of loyal students attempted a coup in the academy. This venture failed—an order strike team led by Richard the Grey put an end to his ambitions. Marcus and his supporters were to be executed. Richard personally beheaded every wizard, including Marcus. No one could have expected that the sorcerer would be able to cheat death and survive. Since then, multiple attempts have been made to capture him and kill him once and for all, but none have succeeded, and his hatred for the order has only grown.

— Karl von Liebenberg
Age: 22
Appearance: slender blond with a pretty face.
Known abilities: cunning and evasive, possesses mind-reading and control magic, uses various sorcerous tricks.
Description: only son of First Warden Hartmann. Due to his duties, Hartmann could not attend to his son, and thus the boy was raised by his uncle Wolfram. He grew up as a spoiled narcissist who believed that everyone around him should love him as much as he loved himself. When someone disagreed, traits inherited from his uncle emerged. Such encounters ended bloodily.
Magical abilities manifested in him at an early age, but since he was of noble blood, he was allowed to remain in Red Cliff. Most often, he used magic to seduce girls. He raped and tormented them in every way, revealing the sadistic side of his character. This would have continued if his eye had not fallen upon someone of royal blood. The beauty of Charlotte von Helligkait made Karl's heart beat faster. When he met the girl at the Tournaments of Nine, he immediately tried to charm her with his magic. He might have succeeded if it weren't for the princess's personal knight-bodyguard. That day, he narrowly escaped death and fled in fear of retribution.

— Alexia
Age: ~30-40, based on information obtained from the Land of Clouds.
Known abilities: celestial dominance, excellent skills with a two-handed sword, extraordinary endurance.
Description: the order encountered this woman from the land of clouds only once, so little is known about her. About two months ago, the order received information that a peasant child was showing great magical potential and could soon become a threat. When members of the order arrived in the village and demanded the parents hand over the child, they refused. Then the brothers of the order had to use force. Alexia, who happened to be staying in this village that day, could not "watch as a child is forcibly taken from their parents." This ended with the death of three wardens.

— Suyang
Age unknown.
Known abilities: flawless art of two-handed combat, unsurpassed marksmanship, superhuman agility and speed.
Description: ten years ago, adventure-seeking residents of Tiria, Narve Dalingr and his best friend Tisivrt, having obtained promising information, organized an expedition in hopes of finding ancient ruins of a civilization that lived here previously. They hired many mercenaries to help them achieve their goal. Among them was Suyang. Since the ruins could contain magical secrets if successful, the order was obliged to send its own men as escorts. Vaimond Lancaster led a squad of five people. The journey was long and grueling, yet Narve and Tisivrt were successful. What they found there turned out to be the burial place of the Vessel of Eternity. According to legend, long ago people found the burial site of Anchainabul's mortal body and made a divine drink from his blood. People said that one sip would stop you from aging, and diseases would forever cease to trouble your organism. It was created so that peace would reign forever in the nine kingdoms, for if kings did not change, stability would be achieved. However, there was not enough blood of the ancient god, and only four people could receive the privilege of drinking the divine beverage. Then alchemists decided to hide the four created vessels in hopes of avoiding war between kingdoms. And finally, one of them was found.
What a surprise it was for the two friends and the order when one of the mercenaries took this find for herself? Naturally, they tried to stop her. Tisivrt died, and Dalingr remained crippled for life. Four wardens left the world of the living that day, but the order remembers them and will certainly seek revenge.

— Emeric and Aureliana du Boucher
Age: 29 and 24.
Known abilities: Emeric is a first-class warrior, wielding a two-handed sword magnificently. On the battlefield, he is like a chef in a kitchen—there are so many ingredients...
There is no information on Aureliana's skills; however, it is known that before leaving the kingdom, she was part of the order of Catarian assassins.
Description: Catarian nobles—Emeric du Boucher and his wife Aureliana—are passionate lovers who seem to have forgotten that they are not the only ones in this world and that love will not protect them from justice. After the death of the eldest brother, Frank, Emeric and his wife left the kingdom and went "traveling." To be more precise, avoiding large cities, they carry out attacks on other travelers and small villages, indulging in the pleasure of each other's love and violence against others. This is, of course, primarily a problem for the kingdoms where these madmen roam, but according to received data, they practice the use of magic, so the order cannot overlook this.

— Jonas Schneider
Age: 42
Known abilities: genius, perfectly proficient with any type of weapon that falls into his hands, deep knowledge of magic, knowledge of all secrets of warden skills.
Description: the first warden of the order, previous to this title. This man was the most valuable member of the order for the last few centuries; the number of wizards and monsters he defeated is beyond calculation. And everything would have been fine if not for his cruelty and ambition. He believed that the Grand Master's methods were too soft. This led to an open conflict four years ago, and only through joint efforts did Richard and Hartmann manage to defeat Jonas. They failed, however, to capture him, and he vanished from sight. He is occasionally heard of in different corners of the kingdoms, and most often these rumors are linked to the death of another wizard.

In short, I've updated the system again to make it more suitable and tweaked the numbers. Nebok, allocate 82 points across all attributes, but make sure the character isn't severely lacking in any area. In the character post, only the parameters and characteristics are correct, as well as the money; everything else is either incomplete or outdated, so don't touch it for now. This isn't critical yet, and it's already late, so I'll finish it later.

And one more, not very important, but significant point: traveling from one location to another takes a considerable amount of time, but the event timeline will still progress regardless, meaning that even if, logically, one of the characters should be a week ahead of the others (for example, they completed a task while you were drinking beer and eating meat), you might still meet up. This is illogical, but you'll have to accept it.

Since the Academy is located on an isolated island, it can only be reached by ship. Of course, Ferrus knew this, so his path led to the nearest city – Icegard, which has a port and where there is a ship belonging to the order that sails in one direction only – to the academy and back. Several long days passed before the emperor's emissary and brother of the order reached this settlement. The horse provided by the order’s stableman turned out to be a good steed – strong, enduring, and not at all temperamental, so this short journey went without incident. Icegard was founded several centuries ago by shrewd entrepreneurs who understood how profitable a business could be in a neutral territory, where there is no constant control from the government. People from all over the world came here for the same reason. The Grand Master at that time allowed them to stay and conduct their affairs here, on the condition that they would give part of their production and earnings to the order. This continues to this day.

— The Leaky Gulp Tavern
The first owners of this establishment, when giving it its name, implied how delicious the food and drink are here, that no person will be able to satisfy their appetites, as if they had a hole in their throat; however, the regulars call this place Deep Gulp, while bursting into laughter at their own wit. This establishment is the main source of rumors and gossip in the entire region, but undoubtedly, the most important thing is that you can taste beer and meat here.

— Apple Yard Inn
Perhaps the only decent establishment in the whole city, where you can leave your horse while wandering around town, and spend the night yourself.

— Arsenal of the Dead
Maybe you think that this name is just an advertising gimmick by the owner to add prestige and grandeur to the store. You are wrong. Everything you find on the shelves once belonged to those killed on battlefields.

— Icegardian Thugs
Has someone offended you? Has someone taken away what belongs to you? Did someone sleep with your wife while you were working hard, and you cannot cope with the scoundrel on your own because his fist is three times bigger than yours? No problem! Pay the Icegardian thugs, and all your problems will be solved! We will beat him up for you!
Or, if you are a normal guy and want to work out your fists, you can work with us and share the reward. And booze. And women. And... In short, join us!

— Academy of Twilight Maidens
The main reason why there are so many tourists from all countries in Icegard is this well-known establishment, where they teach the art of seduction and satisfaction. It also serves as an extremely expensive brothel.

— Port

Kosh, I wouldn't mind either. Besides, you know where to find me.

- No. I can't send you alone to complete this task, so before I allow you to take it on, you'll need to bring me a couple more people. I'll tell you the rest when you're done with this.

--Alright, I'll go.
Sirhan headed to the hall. He tore a page from his diary, pinned it to the wall, and wrote that he needed a team to complete the task.

"This Theohar is strange; I don't know much about him... Is he some kind of mage?" Thorvar asked his companion.

— "Yes, he practically reeks of magic," David frowned and cast a sidelong glance over his shoulder. "I try to avoid him; I'm afraid the Order wouldn't approve of brawls between its members."
David finished his soup with relish and let out a hearty belch.
— "As far as I understand, you don't dabble in magic, do you?" the Korahian looked expectantly at his companion and, after a pause, continued. "Our main fighter against mages, well, that guy, Waimond Lancaster... he's just waiting for us to wipe out the vampires in Thiria. In my opinion, it's a job for real men. What do you think? Besides, we have priority over mages. Well, you know, it's Waimond."

— "Although, actually, I didn't call you here for that. Listen," David leaned in and lowered his voice, "what do you know about Sirkhan? I heard he was a former gladiator."

Kosha, thanks for the invitation, but I'll try to role-play. So, I can't go with the mages. Unless I'm cornered.

Nergu was just returning from a mission to capture a mage, whom she and a few other guys were currently dragging down the corridor. He was writhing and screaming hysterically, and, to their great regret, the squad didn't have any gags.
- Are you also looking for the Grail, huh? Yes! I know you're looking for it! But you won't get the keys! No, no, no, I've hidden mine! You won't get through my deadly labyrinth, yes, yes, yes! Do you think your swords will help you?! Swords are worthless!
Finally, one of the warriors got tired of these screams and kicked the mage in the stomach, giving the squad a few minutes of silence.
Good roleplaying, Naygur.)))

-- Well, I've clearly been here too long and wouldn't mind completing a task for Haven. I need to find a way to be useful. I don't know much about Sirkhan... In fact, where did he come from? He's not the type to talk much about himself.