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I apologize for the delay. I didn't manage to find a good time, and I wanted to release a better newspaper, so here it is...From the very first moment I saw the governor, I disliked him. But still, I had to trust him; I had no other choice. At least, that's what I thought at the time. And only now do I begin to understand how wrong I was.
The governor seemed quite worried back then, but he immediately took me in with one of his relatives. And although my life wasn't bad, considering I was an exile, I immediately felt danger lurking everywhere. I used certain talents to find allies, who listened eagerly to my speeches, and it was clear how much hope they had... Even faith! Although I don't deserve it. But among the forty inspired elves, there must have been someone with more base plans for me! Moreover, at some point, I realized that I couldn't trust either the governor or his relative. They often went somewhere, whispered about something, trying not to let me hear. I didn't want to blame them for anything, but when Yor guards came to me... No, everything was too obvious. Though sad.
The fact that I am writing this now is a miracle. But I fear that this miracle isn't enough... I'm not making any progress. I gather humanoids around me, but I can't build a team. I operate underground and dare not show myself, dare not strike the enemy openly. I have no clear plan. I have no organized support. I am being hunted from all sides. And those beautiful words that I say to others... I myself am starting to stop believing in them. That's the worst part. And if I fail now... Will I be able to say that all of this was not in vain? Because surely, none of this is in vain?
Chapter 6. Sunset
Soon, the rainy Tervent autumn would arrive, so residents could observe the last sunny days. The daytime star already struggled to shine through the clouds today, and in the evening, one could see its reddish light scattering across the clouds on the horizon.
Aniruddha was very interested in the beauty of nature, but his task was more important to him. He went out into the square and began looking for someone, but he encountered someone else instead.
It was a rider. He immediately noticed
Aniruddha and decided not to hesitate.
"Die, creature!" -- the rider galloped forward and clashed with
Aniruddha's blades. And ultimately emerged victorious. "In glory of the Red Order!" he said and rode away.
Apparently, the weather wasn't that bad today, but three people were as if at the epicenter of a deadly storm.
Rudyy died on the spot: they couldn't save him, ending all his future prospects.
Heroist suffered severe burns, but received timely help. But the third person seemed indifferent: he said that during the storm, he happened to be near a lightning rod, so he only got slightly scared.
The dead
Rudyy gathered a large crowd around himself, much larger than the number of humanoids he had gathered in his lifetime. Everyone here had seen him in the city at least once, even just briefly, and only now did they fully realize who he was. And this realization was terrible... Let us honor his memory!
Playing:- Heroist
- Larisa
- Olam Hével
- Dagr
- Neyra Dрейк --> MyHighness
- Ursula
- WisTrit
- Arandor
Fallen:- VesperLindt
- Aniruddha
- 0xFF
- MyHighness
- BuglerV
- MasteR
- Rudyy
Exiled:- Alexeagle
- Gekasan_RU
- Mona