Posts from Magnus’s RPG empire on the portal. Auto-translated

(-10 silver) ... May Ashra protect you...

- Hmm... with pleasure... Back when I was alive... well, a long time ago, I was a very good dancer.

There was no one there; this hall hadn't been opened since it was built (that's when the book was placed there). You approached the pedestal and saw the Book of Primordial Chaos. What do you do?
Take it?
Or destroy it in fire?
Or...?

I'll take the book and open it... I wonder what's written inside...

Let's clarify the situation:
A cheerful imp jumped into the hall and started hopping around the tables. Many were confused, but among those sitting in the tavern was a righteous man - he cast a spell that threw the imp back... it flew to the center of the hall and, angered, smashed a flask. Fire spilled out of the flask, immediately filling the entire hall. Many died. And many of those were sinners. + a soul in the cauldron.
The waitress, however, was apparently not in the hall, otherwise she would have been burned too.
"Okay, let's get out of here..." - saying this to the waitress, I grabbed her hand and led her to the window. By this time, the fire had almost engulfed the entire building. We climbed out the window, and near the tavern, a crowd had gathered, trying to put out the fire.

You're traveling, by the way, where are you going?

You dance very well. Even elegantly. What is your name? Markel didn't tell me much about you. I'm glad I met you.

Are you kidding me?... I just crawled out of a burning tavern, and now I'm supposed to go somewhere?...

name... what does it mean? an empty sound... I have no name... I only have a goal... I am a Herald... I was a man, but I became a lich... but I know nothing about you? perhaps you will share another secret?

Typo...

- Where are we going... - he didn't finish the sentence when a priest and several knights walked down the street...

Yes, because see post 2226, where you suggested the waitress leave.
Well, okay.
You run out, and the tavern turns to dust.
Thank you for saving me. But... my family is there. They are no more. I will take revenge on the one who did all this. Thank you for saving me. Now I have no home. Can I travel with you?

How sad. Another secret? Alright, I can do that for you.
My name is Maraya, Mara for friends. My fate is not ideal either. I was born in the Holy Griffin Empire. On the border with Irollan, I learned to shoot accurately. Once, I found a source, and it gave me youth, but everything was sad; the world is destroyed. I was saved by Necromancers, which is strange, why? Maybe they wanted to make a skeleton, but no, that didn't happen. The source gave me temporary immortality. Then I began to serve Marcel, as a thank you, or maybe just because I had nowhere else to go; it doesn't matter anymore. And why did you become a Lich, and as you can see, an Archlich, since you were deemed worthy to wear such a great artifact?