Posts from Nowaru

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

- The remains belong to Simutarr, if I'm not mistaken. As for the prisoner's name, I can't tell you; I don't have that information. But you'll find out soon enough if you don't rush to leave Covellia.

- Thank you very much. As a final question, could you tell me where else in this city a warrior can hone their skills?

Upon returning to his homeland, Rilean decided to visit the Temple of Melchor first.

Reven, please answer on Skype.
The Shunian headed to the tavern, blending in with the crowd and trying not to attract unnecessary attention. Before venturing into the most crowded place in the city, filled with elite warriors, it would be good to find out which way to approach it.

Mirabella wakes up in her apartment (whether it's her home or a temporary residence is for Locken to decide) to the sound of someone repeatedly knocking on the door.

Of course, it's not a battle trophy, but you can't escape the desires of nature, especially in this city of cowards. Want to join?

- Unless they object, - Shushuk said with a laugh.
In reality, the orc was in a rather inappropriate mood, and he preferred battles to violence against women. But his uncle always said, "Give and take." Besides, he needed to relieve some tension after the journey.

- Well, we'll see, depending on how things go! And what other interesting things do you have in your city? For example, what is an Aphirian? Or a mouse den? Sounds quite scary!

- Oh, Mom... - Mira, without opening her eyes, pulled the blanket over her head.
"Ignore him and he'll go away."

[Shushuk contracts a venereal disease (death)]

When Rilean reached the temple of his god, he found himself in a large room packed with people. It seemed that most of them didn't even know who Melchor was or what his teachings were about. In the center stood an elderly man in old, tattered clothes.
- We live in these chains called "Ilinar," and every day we suffer because we cannot free ourselves from them! We pay them tribute called taxes, follow laws that the Inner Council makes up as it pleases, our people starve and die for no reason...

"Only if the head at the entrance truly belongs to Zimudar, and the war is not going in our favor" - the warrior thought, smirking inwardly upon hearing about serving in the Illinar legions. It seemed she had to wait for her first battle. After learning about the start date of the Tournaments and the first battles, she headed to the guild.

At the same time, he listened to the visitors, hoping to hear something interesting.