Posts from Sylvester Archipelago

The recruiter, as Tiberius suspected, turned out to be an unpleasant and seemingly dangerous individual, but his offer further intrigued the mage. (If he was indeed talking about the Temple to everyone). And, of course, the number of adventurers could not go unnoticed; as he left the building, Tiberius noticed several more who had come to Lutiel, presumably for the same reason. After a moment of thought, he headed to the harbor to book a cabin on a ship.

- So, where did you come from?

- According to you, they are not people, but some kind of beasts. And yet, judging by the text of their book, violence should be alien to them.

--Not "Tvirza," but "Creator"... The Creator is great and all-powerful, however, although I am sure that he is capable of creating as many so-called "hammers with fire" as he wants, it is meaningless. It is unlikely that the One needs a hammer with fire, or any hammer at all.

-- Let's get all the questions out of the way at once. I came from Madia. I am from Madia myself. Gordian Bruttius. My profession is a mercenary; I want to join the guard of a merchant ship belonging to a certain Lutiel the Sly.

Are you sure you don't need horseshoes?

The selection in the shop, to put it mildly, did not impress Tanasios. However, it would have been strange to expect anything different. He decided not to buy anything and instead headed to the alchemist.

The three-masted carrack, "Drunken Whale," didn't stand out among the other ships, except for the large blue whale painted on its side. Near the wide gangway, about twenty crates, resembling coffins, were stacked. Three orcs stood nearby, discussing something in their language. Not far from them sat a mountain troll. On his huge, six-wheeled cart, pulled by two shaggy oxen, lay two crates. They were the same shape as the orcs' crates, but much larger. Amidst all this cargo, a man in a black shirt and red vest was running around. It was unclear whether he was running to warm up or if he wasn't cold because he was running. He held a small book in his hands, and he would write something in it after making some notes on the crates with chalk. Several pouches, presumably containing coins, hung from his belt.
Tiberius could see the man on the deck that Lutiel had mentioned.

- Wow! What a wonderful aroma!

- I see... and what kind of "tea" is this? Is it grown in Madinia?

The bridge wasn't a bridge at all, but simply a row of flat stones rising above the sea. Many fishermen were sitting on them. From their baskets, Odd understood that today was not a good day for fishing.

-Good day! - the mage said with the most welcoming smile he could muster. -You must be Morutz, right? I've come to you from Lord Lutiel, or rather, he sent me to you. Here, - with these words, he handed the man a contract, - may I book a cabin on this magnificent vessel?

Chewing on his pipe with a sour expression, Morutz looked at the contract, mumbled something, and smiled.
- Welcome! Make yourselves at home in the Drunken Whale!

-- Of course. From my vineyard.

-- A servant bought it at the market. Unfortunately, I don't remember exactly where this variety came from: I keep tea from different parts of the world in my house.

- I don't understand religion. I only judge by the stories of those who have been there. Maybe they are lying, who knows?

Kyk sat down next to the fishermen and, in a low voice so as not to scare away the fish, greeted them:
— Hello, guys! May Yoltir protect you. or whatever the traditional greeting is I'm heading to the southeastern lands. Maybe someone needs a message delivered? If my character knows the route, he could also name the intermediate cities for the fishermen