Posts from Dal Shabet Auto-translated

Agnet regained consciousness and got up as quickly as she could: she needed to help those who could be helped. However, it turned out that for most, things weren't so bad, and for others, it seemed, there was no help to be given... It was impossible to retrieve the drowned from the seabed. Agnet began to pray, thanking the Creator for not abandoning her in a difficult moment, and also asking Him not to abandon those who had perished in this storm.

- Ah, Taurency, how can I help you?

- Not yet. I was just thinking that everyone would gather around you to decide what to do next.

Amos lay flat on the sand, arms and legs outstretched, gazing at the sky. He remained in this trance for a while, not thinking about anything, and then his eyes widened, and his hand darted to his chest. Fortunately, the small pouch was still hanging under his clothes on his neck, and the coins, it seemed, hadn't even gotten wet. He sighed with relief, and his exhausted hand fell back onto the sand. He lay there for a little longer.
"How good that I managed to take off."
He turned his head in different directions, looking at the sand, some bodies, and red stains everywhere, including on his clothes.
"It's been a long time since I've seen my own blood. Maybe twenty years? Damn it. If I get out of here alive, I'll go back home to the depths of Duran and never leave again. And what was I hoping to find on this voyage? Diamonds? The dead don't need them."
Zelig tried to sit up, but couldn't. Muttering under his breath, he, without getting up from the sand, rolls his body back an hour.

- We have two options, - he said, taking off his pants. - More precisely, one of them is mandatory, and the other is situational. We need to get into the city and find out what's going on. I think if we go along the coast, we'll eventually get where we need to go, to the port. - By this point, the captain was standing completely naked. - And we can also send someone to check on the wreckage of the ship and see if we can salvage anything from the bottom. - Vincent rolled his eyes and muttered to himself. - If that damn brat survived that thing in the city, he'll drag me out of the ground if anything happens to that coffin.

Unfortunately, Amalia could hardly obtain valuable information from this pool of blood. However, there might be a surviving mage among them who could achieve more. Besides, someone might have saved some of the equipment, possibly even something from her belongings. Therefore, she went back to report the spot to the captain.

After praying, Agnet took out the memory stones. "One is missing... But I don't think it's the one with the recording," she thought. Getting up, she went to the captain, but seeing that he wasn't wearing any clothes, she changed her course and started helping the people who were regaining consciousness.

- Vincent rolled his eyes and muttered to himself. - If that little brat survived that mess in the city, he'll drag me out from under the ground if anything happens to that crypt.

- Are you talking about Mr. Dalingr? Forgive my curiosity, but what is so valuable about this "crypt"?

That's why she went back: to report the stain to the captain.

- As far as I know, this place has always been popular among young and passionate lovers, so I'm not surprised that someone lost their virginity on this romantic beach.

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- Are you talking about Mr. Dalingr? Forgive my curiosity, but what is so valuable about this hump?

- If I knew.

"It seems I was wrong. He wasn't under the influence of substances at the time. He's always like that. So, it seems you can't really rely on him."
- Since you say so, - Amalia shrugged, - I have one more request for you, Mr. Agares. You see, during the storm, I lost a family heirloom; it's hard to mistake it for anything else, it looks like a blade with a black edge. If any of the swimmers happen to find it, please return the sword to me. Without a weapon, I feel defenseless.
"Although, it seems you're doing just fine without one."
- Of course, I also lost other things, like a few bottles of "Sanex Nectar" and similar, uh, substances - but I'm not too worried about their safety, as long as I get the sword back. Can I count on you?

- If only I knew.

The captain's answer didn't please the mage. "He doesn't seem to be lying, but something is definitely wrong here. This coffin... what's inside it?"

Awakening on the shore, Jervais felt a sharp pain and realized he was wounded. He asked for help from the people standing nearby.

--Darkness and demons! --Adrian croaked, spitting out saltwater. --If this continues, we'll never reach the Border. It must be my supernatural "aura of luck." First, the Shabet, then Nevermore, and now this...
Adrian stood up and walked over to Agares.
--Alright, let's try to find something, --he said, interrupting Vincent's conversation with Tarvicius. --I'll go take a look.
Adrian dove into the sea and began retrieving equipment from the bottom.

Awakening on the shore, Jervais felt a sharp pain and realized he was wounded. He asked for help from the people standing nearby.

Agnes helped him with "Healing". [Let's assume Adrian was helped too, otherwise how could he have continued?]

Alex, you should heal first).

But I was planning to spend every skill point my character gained on swimming...
The hundred days spent sailing aboard the "Breeze" were perhaps the most dreadful part of Radimir's life. Apparently, the Tyrian was the most susceptible to seasickness, as its symptoms wouldn't leave him alone.
In any case, Radimir managed to find out who among those on board had participated in the expedition to the Wild Lands. He remembered almost all the details of Ratislav's story about that journey, which pleased him greatly, as information is never superfluous. Radimir also devoted a considerable amount of time to training with Chimeg in the Tanskian style of combat. In the end, he even started to do quite well. Soon, Radimir received more pleasant news: the "Breeze," as it turned out, was already approaching the island.
-Can it be that we will finally be on land! - Radimir rejoiced. - I wish it would happen sooner.
But what happened next remained a mystery to the Tyrian. Suddenly, a lightning bolt struck the ship with tremendous force, and that was despite the fact that there wasn't a single cloud in the sky! In the next moment, the ship began to sink. The shockwave threw Radimir into the water, where he immediately began to drown. Chimeg and Taola were struggling for their lives nearby; Lewis was nowhere to be seen. A few more seconds passed, and Radimir, feeling no pain, hearing nothing, and as if in a dream, watched as one by one his companions disappeared under the water. Suddenly, a sharp pain struck the Tyrian's entire body, and he began to choke and drown. With his last strength, Radimir took a deep breath, after which a dark veil closed over his eyes...
The Tyrian regained consciousness only on the shore. A veil still stood before his eyes. Unable to distinguish anything, Radimir lay down on the sand and closed his eyes.
It's hard to describe the events properly from a phone.