Posts from Black Ice Auto-translated

Good thing I brought meat and beer with me and had a snack on the road. Time is of the essence – the sooner I deliver the girl to headquarters, the sooner she will be safe.
- You served the Emperor well, boy, - I said to the horse, patting it on the head. - You'll have to wait for me here for a while. I think you'll like it at the "Apple Yard"; they don't skimp on the Order's horses there.
As a matter of fact, I reached the "Apple Yard" and its stables.

A list of wanted criminals...

Lugus read about the criminals, imagining meeting each of them, trying to identify the strongest and the weakest, but it was difficult to compile a clear list based on these descriptions. He certainly wasn't thinking about defeating any of them alone; rather, he was trying to estimate his chances of survival if he ever encountered a wanted fugitive, but he still hoped that fate wouldn't prepare such a meeting for him.
When he got tired of reading the crime report, Lugus approached the ice book.
- Let's see, - he poked his finger at the first task and began to read. By the way, he was not very well educated and didn't read very well.
- ....... Vaironia.... Emissary... to the ruler... the Emperor's sword..., - Lugus didn't even finish reading; the matter was clearly very serious and dangerous, and besides, he didn't want to return to Vaironia, let alone get involved with all these people.
Next on the list was a message about vampires.
- No way, I definitely won't sign up for that. - For a few seconds, Lugus found himself in a vampire lair, dark and gloomy, teeming with various worms and cockroaches; terrible sounds were heard everywhere, and the air was so humid and foul that it was difficult to breathe.
His fantasy was interrupted by the voices of the brothers passing by. Returning to the list, he found that only one task remained. The fourth one was already in progress, which upset Lugus because it turned out to be the most suitable for him, but alas, it was too late, so he had to consider the third option. It seemed less dangerous than the previous two, but the journey ahead was long, and Lugus didn't have much knowledge about countering mages. This made him think about his choice. He decided to take a walk around the castle while he pondered.

Vistrit also has a guard. Sorry, I didn't notice. Never mind. What I said about Plesen and Medzhu applies to Vistrit; if he wants to go, he should let us know. Plesen still has the highest skill.
On the way, Aurora remembered a moon-chosen woman she had briefly seen, who also seemed to know something about fighting mages. However, the girl wasn't too sure about this option, and just then, a representative of the Kahanate returned. The angel frowned at the harsh treatment of the captive mage and hovered nearby, attracting the warrior's attention with gestures.

As Ferrus approached the stable of the inn, he overheard a conversation that wasn't meant for his ears. From what he gathered, several thugs were extorting money from the innkeeper.

I dismounted, tied the horse to the nearest fence for a while, and slowly headed towards the group of young men. "Gentlemen! Which of you is in charge? I need to leave my horse here for a day."

Ferus's eyes followed three young men, armed only with ordinary swords and nothing else; there was no need to even mention armor. They were harassing an older man, who, judging by all appearances, was the innkeeper. The appearance of a well-armed man clearly disconcerted the young men.
They left the innkeeper and walked away, one of them shouting, "Remember, old man, Count Theodore doesn't forgive debts; this is your last chance."
When they were gone, the man calmed down and turned to Ferus.
"How can I help you? I am the owner of this inn."

- I need to leave my horse here for a day; it's tied to the fence over there. You know, I happened to overhear part of your conversation with those guys. They know that the order of watchmen oversees everything here, don't they? What did they mean?

The man was disheartened, but he didn't see how answering this question could harm him further, given the already dire and hopeless situation.
- Icegard has always been known for... its independent spirit, let's say. However, a few months ago, a man named Theodore appeared here. Few know, but he desired to make this domain his own county. He arrived with a large number of mercenaries and began to plunder our establishments, feeding his army and expanding it further. We repeatedly sent letters to the order, but received no response... Most likely, the order does not want to interfere, as this matter has nothing to do with magic.

- So that's how it is. Well, unfortunately, I can't do anything about the mercenary army. However, it seems to me that the owners of all the establishments could simply pool their resources and hire an equal number of guards to deal with this problem. Wouldn't that be a solution? Don't worry, I will personally inform the Grand Master when I return from my mission. If the watchmen don't want to lose their income, they will do something, - I reached into my pocket. - Anyway, how much do I owe you?

- Not at all. The main thing is to keep your promise and inform your supervisor.

Lugus decided to take a break from choosing a task and went to see the Magister to clarify a question that had been bothering him for a long time. Training combat skills is certainly useful, but there are other activities he would like to continue practicing. He knocked on the door and waited for a response before entering.
- Hello, great Magister, - Lugus was a little nervous. - In our ranks, there are many excellent mages and even more warriors, each of whom serves for the good of the order and brings significant benefits. Unfortunately, I do not belong to either group; my talents lie in another area. But it seems to me that this is still not enough, and I could do something else in my free time from training and tasks. - Lugus paused and then continued. - The fact is that before joining the order, I learned how to brew potions that improve well-being and give strength to the body. My skills in this area are not great, but I still think they could be useful. If you don't mind, I would like to do this.

I decided to offer him some hope.
- Judging by their appearance, this group consists of a bunch of misfits. It wouldn't make sense for them to kill the owners of establishments or cause trouble, as that's where they get their money. Well, see you later.
I prayed to the Emperor for the old man's well-being and headed to the port to arrange passage to the island where the Academy is located.

-- Well, I've clearly been sitting around here for too long and wouldn't mind completing a mission for the Haven. I need to be of some use. I don't know much about Sirkhan... In fact, where is he from? He's not the type to talk much about himself.

— I understand. I'll have to ask someone else, — David shrugged. — But since you agree, it's time to act. I'll go to Waimond.

The Koranian stood up from the table and strode towards the chief scout.
David's footsteps echoed in the northern part of the headquarters. Ah, here's the staircase, I think. He knocked loudly on the oak door:
— Waimond Lancaster? Is anyone there?

I'm deliberately asking again, my character has no idea about Sirkhan's briefing.

- Greetings, Lugus, - the Grand Master clasped his hands together and listened attentively to his subordinate. - Herbalism and potion-making skills, whatever they may be, are undoubtedly very useful for our noble cause, which requires the brothers to be in perfect health. I could allocate a room and the necessary equipment for you, but we haven't used these professions within the headquarters for a long time. We obtain most of our potions and concoctions, as well as various medicinal herbs, from a village in the south, where we have established a base specifically prepared for collecting ingredients and producing the aforementioned items. If you believe that this is your calling within the Order, I could transfer you there.

Added 3 minutes later

- I understand. I'll have to ask someone else.
The Koraniec stood up from the table and strode towards the chief scout.
David's footsteps echoed in the northern part of the headquarters. Ah, here's the staircase, it seems. He knocked loudly on the oak door:
- Waimond Lancaster? Is anyone there?

- Open, come in, you're welcome. - the scout's voice replied from inside the room. Seeing David, Waimond merely smiled. - Good day, sand-crawler, what brings you here?

You guys are so fast, damn it.

In the library, Theochar met the old man John, who had always been there and helped members of the order find the necessary material.

-Good evening, - the mage addressed the old man, - I would like to know if those translations I ordered a week ago have arrived? Do you remember, from the Tirian language?
Theochar knew that the order's library was constantly being replenished and still hoped to read the contents of the magical book that had fallen into his hands.
"-Okay, if the translations still aren't ready, I'll have to go on some kind of quest..." - the mage thought. "-I can't just sit here doing nothing."