Posts from Nowaru

The tavern keeper poured Adilika a bowl of soup with meat and vegetables and a mug of beer. The first didn't look very appetizing, and the second had a nasty smell.
- Well, there's a lot to tell. For example, I heard that the "Harbingers of Death" defeated a large Theosian army and even captured their commander, and not just any commander, but one of the toughest. What do they call him... uh... Namram... Well, you get the idea. They say that during the battle, the captured commander fought the leader of the Harbingers... What a fool... Now we're waiting for him to be brought to the capital for trial.

Shushuk saw the following scene: a Geyserite with a ferocious expression on his face was gutting a still-living orc, another Geyserite, slightly older, as well as his other comrades, were amusing themselves with the dejected remnants brought here directly from Tristram. The last of them, who had been silently sharpening his sword while observing what was happening, also silently stared at the visitor who had entered.

Adilika lazily stirred a spoon in a bowl of murky, unappetizing liquid, propping her cheek with her other hand, listening intently to the tavern keeper.
-Harbingers of Death, you say? Judging by your story, they're quite formidable, aren't they? I hadn't heard anything about them just a few years ago, which is strange. Tell me more about them?

Shushuk approached the person sharpening his sword and stared at him silently.

Ilinarets shook his head. - A man in your position, despite all his problems, for which his homeland is to blame, continues to love it with all his heart. I can't bear to watch! Please, come with me, I'll feed you and get you cleaned up...

The Geirtian freed his hands from any extraneous objects, pressed his finger to the right side of his nose, blew his nose, stood up, and approached Shushuk closely. The Orc was, of course, taller and more powerfully built, but there was no fear in the man's eyes. - Who are you?

- Well, it's the second legion of the republic! - The tavern keeper spread his hands, indicating its importance. - It's small in number, but each of its warriors is worth ten others, and their leader is a living legend. Surely you've heard the name Tartarus Ghostdrain somewhere, haven't you?

-- I can't possibly accept this, it's too generous of you...

- I'm not from around here. I came to commemorate the fallen brothers in arms. To learn about the latest events in the city. And you, it seems, are just having fun here?

-Aha, that's what it is, of course! I remember, once upon a time, many called him the "human avalanche." -Adilika took a sip of beer and grimaced. Definitely, on the Thylian Islands, they wouldn't even dare to pour such swill into the sea, lest they anger the water gods. -The brave warriors of Ilinar are winning one victory after another! -the rogue continued. -By the way, I think I saw the remains of one of the leaders of these Theosian people at the entrance to the city... Do you happen to remember the name of that prisoner captured by the messengers?

Nuesh arrives in the city, knowing that his target is the leader of one of the republic's legions.

- But I insist! - Ilina looked with a pitiful and at the same time stern gaze, not accepting refusals.