Posts from Dal Shabet Auto-translated

- I must warn you, the Auction House takes 20% of each item sold. What minimum bid would you like to set for each of the items?

- Can you advise me? You may have encountered such items before, and you are certainly interested in high profits. What do you suggest?

Riza: 130
Dagon: 600
[Riza skips her turn.
Dagon covers 43 units of distance (8).
Riza covers 8 units of distance. Riza deals (crit) 332 damage to Dagon (268), completely ignoring his armor.
Riza misses.
Dagon misses.
Riza parries Dagon's attack.
Riza parries Dagon's attack.
Dagon misses.
Dagon parries Riza's attack with a shield.
A counter-attack with the shield paralyzes Riza.
Dagon deals 65 damage to Riza (65).
Dagon deals (crit) 130 damage to Riza (0).
Riza is unable to continue the fight.]
Dagon wins. "You fought bravely," he said, ignoring the shouts of the crowd. Dagon helps Riza get up and leaves the battlefield without touching the loser's belongings.

Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, Velda wasn't afraid of danger; she was afraid of water. Therefore, after briefly praying to the Emperor, she moved forward. Besides, if this place is dangerous, then the cultists need to be stopped even more!

- Can you give me some advice? You may have encountered such items, and you are probably interested in getting high prices for them. What do you think?

- If you set the price too low, you risk selling your items for less than they are worth, especially if there aren't enough buyers. If you set the price too high, they may not find any buyers at all.

- If you set the price too low, you risk selling your items for less than they're worth, especially if there aren't enough buyers. If you set the price too high, they might not find any buyers at all.

- Okay, then I think twenty thousand Rhyens for each item should be enough.

Damn, I was just about to bet three thousand on Dungeon!

Bet on Agnet.

Well, I wanted two on Agnete and three on Dagon.

- Not really, actually. When I was younger, my colleague and I were looking for a way to break a contract with demons, and we stumbled upon records related to an old, extinct Ataraxian order of traitors. They betrayed their faith, they made a deal with some demon, and they even betrayed him. In the end, the Emperor's emissaries killed them all, but information about them survived. We tried to forcibly convert many Ataraxians, but nothing worked, so we eventually abandoned that idea and found another way. But with you, it worked, most likely because you voluntarily agreed to accept the power when you ate the worm.

- A renegade... a traitor... - Tarvitsiy muttered, continuing to stare at the ceiling.
- I'll go, I need to think about a lot of things now. Alone. Maybe we'll meet again.
The young mage left, dejected and devastated. He didn't know what to do now or how to live. Tarvitsiy returned to his room to pack his things and do something.
- I know, Silence, you don't have to say anything.
- *silence*
- Yes. I am to blame for what happened to us. Now I am a cursed man, and you are a cursed sword. And the Inciter is a cursed dagger. Now we are all cursed...
- *silence*
- I don't know yet what we should do, but I need to write a letter...
Since he only had a quill and a scrap of paper, Tarvitsiy took the Inciter and made a deep cut on his forearm. "Dear members of the order, mentor, my brother Nemilii. I am forced to inform you of sad news. I failed my very first assignment. I failed miserably. How did this happen? Stupidity. Youthful foolishness and inexperience. I will never return to the order. There is no place for me there anymore. Forget me forever. Forget the naive Tarvitsiy. He died in a dirty ditch with the knife of a Nevermore bastard in his back. That is his fate."
The mage wanted to write much more, but he couldn't find the right words. He folded the paper, threw it on the bed, packed his things, and went to take a cabin on the Breeze.

[I'm going to the Breeze, taking cabin number thirteen.]

Nebok will now be preparing worm pies for us.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Velda was not afraid of danger; she was afraid of water. Therefore, after silently praying to the Emperor, she moved forward. Besides, if this place is dangerous, then the cultists must be stopped even more!

Once inside, Velda's sense of danger only intensified. If it weren't for the will of the Emperor, she would surely have collapsed under the pressure of some dark magic…
The room inside turned out to be repulsive; a mortal stench permeated everything, and mystical fog could drive any unprotected person mad.

- A follower of the sorcerer, – said the only person inside without any emotion. – It’s no wonder you are still on your feet.

– Alright, I think twenty thousand rhens per item should be enough.

Agreed

He will eat wormy apples.

Don't rush, Ple-Sen, I was also planning to visit the Temple.

Are you competing to see who dies faster?