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The first person Shushuk encountered was a gentleman in expensive clothes.
- Pff, - he said, looking at what the orc was wearing. - There's a tavern in the worst part of town where you can find something to drink for someone like you. - Then, realizing that he was talking to a warrior who was much taller and broader than him, the elf lowered his voice a little. - Or you can go to the Warriors of Ansgar, they drink there day and night. At least when they're not spilling someone's guts.
Near one of the city squares, a strange, hunched old man had been standing for several days. His long hair, hanging over his face, was covered in dirt, and the same could be said about the baggy rags he was wrapped in. He stood close to the busiest spot and quietly mumbled: -- Gentlemen, I haven't eaten in six days... Please give something to feed a former mage of the guild... And a meager tear rolled down his cheek. At the same time, his thoughts were of a different nature: "They're back again, they can't wait to look and laugh at the old man! Well, no one will look, I'll show you, you unfinished observers! Ooooh, it's so hot in these rags, worn over my robe... I should have taken it off first, but it's okay, at least they won't steal it."
Adilika arrives in the city, and her only clue about further actions is the name "Lalassu."
"Well, I really don't like having to look for anyone; it's so boring!" - she either said to herself or whispered quietly as the rogue strolled down one of the central streets of Covellia. "Why can't they just give you all the information at once, huh..." With these thoughts, Adilika headed to the city tavern, because, as everyone knows, it is there that you can get the most valuable information and the most delicious food.
The first person Shushuk encountered was a gentleman in expensive clothes. - Pff, - he said, looking at what the orc was wearing. - There's a tavern in the worst part of town where someone like you can find something to drink. - Then, realizing that he was talking to a warrior who was much taller and wider than him, the nobleman lowered his voice a little. - Or you can go to the Warriors of Ansgar, they drink there day and night. At least when they're not gutting someone.
- Thanks, buddy! - said Shushuk, patting the man on the shoulder. He didn't pay attention to the man's dismissive attitude. Orcs were generally not bothered by verbal insults directed at them, unless they just wanted to beat someone up. Shushuk decided to go to the Warriors of Ansgar. To ask for Ansgar's blessing, to remember his comrades, to find out useful information, and of course, to have a drink.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Illinar, or as some of the inhabitants of Teios call it, "the land of mesheds," greeted Tirza surprisingly calmly. No one shied away from her, pointed fingers at her, or even feared to discuss the "inevitable defeat of the Teiosian barbarians" right behind her back! Most people simply looked at the awakened one with interest, and some children even asked for permission to touch her horns. Other merchants were no less eager than these children and were ready to offer the warrior a job protecting their lives, which allowed her, as she moved towards the capital, to improve her financial situation. Arriving in Covellia, Tirza immediately went to the sentry, to the coliseum. From the merchants' stories, she already knew about the existence of this place in the capital. And the girl was eager to cross swords with someone other than the soft Illinar bandits.
At first, Rum Kon headed towards the Taosian Dragon, as he had already heard a lot about it from his master, but the cry: "Gifts of Arcadia" caught the attention of the novice hero.
Near one of the city squares, a strange, hunched old man had been standing for several days. His long hair, hanging over his face, was covered in dirt, as were the baggy rags he was wrapped in. He stood close to the busiest place and quietly chanted: -- Gentlemen, I haven't eaten in six days... Please give something to a former mage of the guild... And a meager tear rolled down his cheek. At the same time, his thoughts were of a different nature: "They're back again, they just want to come and laugh at the old man! Well, no one will watch, I'll show you, you unfinished observers! Ooooh, it's so hot in these rags, worn over my robe... I should have taken it off first, but never mind, at least they won't steal it."
Henelion was, in a way, "lucky" - none of the many residents of the city demanded that the guard remove the old man, either no one cared about him, or they were simply too lazy to do it. But luck turned to him not only once, as he managed to collect as many as 231 paper linears. - Poor fellow. - A man said with great sadness in his voice, approaching the sorcerer. - How unfair is this country, if it allows people to starve!
"Well, I really don't like looking for anyone, it's so boring!" - the rogue said to herself, or whispered quietly, as she walked along one of the central streets of Covellia. "Why can't they just give me all the information at once, huh..." With these thoughts, Adilika headed to the city tavern, because, as everyone knows, it is there that you can get the most valuable information and the most delicious food.
The tavern in Tristram could not only, but most likely, disappoint the dangerous and energetic traveler. In addition to random travelers and stingy merchants, the majority of visitors consisted of tired workers who came to rest after a hard day's work. It could not be said that they were having fun, on the contrary - they sat either alone or in small groups, silently eating and drinking, or discussing the latest events in the world without much enthusiasm. But even that was not all - when Adilika entered, only the tavern owner, standing behind the counter, paid attention to her, the other visitors did not even glance at the beauty.
- Thanks, buddy! - said Shushuk, patting the man on the shoulder. He did not pay attention to his dismissive attitude. The orc has never been particularly bothered by verbal attacks directed at him, unless he just wanted to punch someone in the face. Shushuk decided to go to the Warriors of Ansgar. To ask for a blessing from Ansgar, to remember his comrades, to find out useful information, and, of course, to have a drink.
The Temple of Ansgar turned out to be a small grove on the territory of Kurtia. The "entrance" was not guarded by anyone, and no one greeted Shushuk, but he heard someone's cries, moans, and laughter coming from there.
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Having arrived in Covellia, Tirza immediately went to the sentry, to the coliseum. From the stories of merchants, she already knew about the existence of this place in the capital. And the girl was eager to quickly cross her sword with someone other than the soft-bodied Illiaran bandits.
There she learned that the following events were planned in the coming days: an archery competition, a magical duel, chariot races at the hippodrome, javelin throwing, and, of course, a grand tournament. - That's it, - the Illiaran guy, who was in charge of providing information and registering participants, finished explaining to her.
First, Rum Kon headed to the Thaosian dragon, because he had already heard a lot about it from his master, but the cry: "Gifts of Arcadia" attracted the attention of the novice hero.
Rumke was met by a fat, mustached man in an expensive coat. - How can I help you, sir...?
Because of the name of this place, I have constant associations with Diablo.
The tavern in Tristram not only could have, but most likely did disappoint the dangerous and energetic traveler. Besides occasional travelers and stingy merchants, the bulk of the patrons consisted of tired workers who had come to this place to rest after a hard day's work. It couldn't be said that they were having fun; on the contrary—they sat either alone or in small groups, eating and drinking in silence, or discussing recent world events without much enthusiasm. But even that wasn't all—when Adilika entered, only the tavern keeper standing behind the counter noticed her; the other patrons didn't even grace the beauty with a glance.
-Well, hello! I hope at least your food here isn't as dreary and gray in taste. -Adilika approached the counter and asked for the menu ordered something to eat. -Now, tell me, how are things going here in the glorious capital? -she addressed the tavern keeper. -Anything interesting to tell a weary traveler, hm?
The Temple of Ansagar turned out to be a small grove on the territory of Kuria. The "entrance" was not guarded by anyone, and no one greeted Shushuk, but he heard someone's cries, moans, and laughter coming from there.
- Hmmm, - grumbled Shushuk and quietly headed towards the grove.
Because of the name of this place, I constantly associate it with Diablo.
Same here. And the music from there started playing in my head.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
- Poor fellow. - A man said with great sorrow in his voice as he approached the Warlock. - How unfair is this land, if it allows people to starve!
-- No, no, don't say that! People can be cruel, very cruel... But Ilinar is my homeland, and therefore, the best country in the world, -- Hanelion said with great sadness.
Tirza couldn't shoot a bow, cast spells, throw spears, or even ride a chariot, at least not yet.
"Could you tell me more about this tournament?" the warrior asked immediately after the young man finished his explanation.
- Well hello! I hope the food here is at least not as bland and tasteless as it looks. - Adylika approached the counter and ordered some food. - So, tell me, how are things going in your glorious capital? - she asked the tavern owner. - Is there anything interesting to tell a weary traveler?
The tavern owner poured Adylika a bowl of soup with meat and vegetables and served her a mug of beer. The first looked unappetizing, and the second had an unpleasant smell. - A lot has happened, to be honest. For example, I heard that the "Harbingers of Death" defeated a large Teiosian army and even captured their commander, a formidable one at that. They call him... Namram... well, you get the idea. They say that during the battle, the captive fought against the leader of the Harbingers... What a fool... Now we're waiting for them to bring him to the capital for trial. Sky
- Hmmm, - grunted Shushak and quietly headed towards the Grove.
Shushak saw the following scene: a Geartian with ferocious features was gutting a still living Orc; another Geartian, slightly older, along with his other comrades, were having fun tormenting ragged captives brought here directly from Tristram. The last one, who watched what was happening silently sharpening his sword, also stared silently at the visitor.
Rhum Con. Great Rhum Con. What are the gifts of Arcadia? Fresh fruit?
- Oh, Great Rhum Con, now that I know how great you are, I am even more pleased with your visit! - The fat man put his full hand on the Nosferatu's shoulder and laughed. - Fresh fruit? Mm-mm. - This time he put his index and middle fingers together, then waved his hand slightly, - yes! Fresh fruits and not only that, depending on what interests you!Ment
-- No, no, don't say that! People can be cruel, very cruel... But Ilianar is my homeland, which means it is the best country in the world," Hanelion said sadly.
The Ilianer shook his head. - A person in your position, despite all his problems for which his homeland is to blame, continues to love it with all his heart. I cannot watch this! Please come with me, I will feed you and tidy you up... Ple-Sen
Tirza didn't know how to shoot a bow, cast spells, throw spears, or even ride a chariot, at least not yet. - Could you tell me more about this Tournament? - asked the warrior immediately after the young man finished his explanation.
- Anyone can sign up. Any weapon is allowed, but magic, potions, and similar things are not. The fighter can demand an end to the fight at any time; in this case, he will automatically lose. The winner of the round receives all the property of the loser that was on him during the battle. The prize is 200 thousand linears and a mansion in Cererum. In addition, an ambassador from Alsephir promised to teach the winner some cool stuff.
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