Dalia
The light of oil lamps dimly illuminated a small room, clearly someone's bedroom. The likely owner of the room, a young half-elf, was dressed in a brand new robe with a pointed hat. Turning this way and that, she seemed to be showing off her new clothes to two other half-elves, a year or two older. Judging by their appearance, they were her sisters. The first, who looked the oldest, was dressed in simple, practical clothing and watched silently, leaning her back against the door. The second was dressed more formally and watched her sister from a chair.
- Congratulations, Nessa, - she smiled as the owner of the room finished her display, - you look like a real Prismilian wizard.
- Adrien, you've never even seen Prismilians with your own eyes, only their clothes. And only just now, - the eldest sister smirked. While these words made Nessa smile, Adrien only frowned in response, - and those clothes are a bit strange, if you ask me. Although I can't deny that they suit Nessa. In the good sense of the word.
- I was simply paying her a compliment, Dalia. There was no need to nitpick like that.
- Don't give such strange compliments. Praise how the color of the mantle matches her eyes, or something like that. You're the one aspiring to be a diplomat; you should understand these things better.
- Thank you, - Adrien replied reservedly, - I will take your advice into account. Perhaps we can now return to Nessa; she is the one leaving in a day. We will always find time to discuss my humble person.
- Oh, come on! – Nessa spoke up and waved her hand carelessly, - I don't mind watching this at all.
Adrien sighed heavily and shook her head. After a few seconds, her expression changed to a slight smile:
- It's true, you won't be able to see us for some time either. Although I would prefer it if you didn't remember today as "that time Adrien gave me a clumsy compliment."
- Congratulations, now that is exactly how we will remember this day! – Dalia's smirk grew even wider.
- My tongue is my enemy.
- I hope I won't make similar mistakes when I study magic, - Nessa laughed.
- Probably, otherwise not a trace of Prismilia would remain.
- Adrien, I understand that was self-irony, but... - Dalia spread her arms to the side, - ... you've realized it yourself by now, right?
- Dalia, - the smile never left Adrien's face, - shut up.
Four years later, after Nessa's departure. - It really is beautiful here, - leaning on the windowsill, Dalia looked with interest at the view that opened before her, - now it's clear why Enluan is called the "pearl of Ertenia."
- Indeed, - Adrien settled comfortably into a seemingly expensive armchair, - and I will be living here now. Who would have thought?
Without taking her eyes off the city landscape, Dalia smirked:
- Yeah, I never expected that little tongue-tied girl to become one of the Enluan diplomats.
- Not just a little tongue-tied girl, - Adrien's smile was the answer to Dalia, - but a little tongue-tied girl from Yoheitan!
- Now, now, look at you! As if no one in Yoheitan knows how to negotiate...
Adrien shrugged awkwardly:
- They might know how to conduct them, but usually, one of the parties ends the negotiations with a knife in their gut.
- Solely to avoid future conflicts, - Dalia shook her head, barely hiding a smile, - if there are problems, why not just get rid of the source immediately?
- The subtle nuances of Yoheitan diplomacy.
- Exactly.
After a short pause, the sisters laughed loudly.
- And what do you plan to do yourself, Yoheitan diplomat? Nessa is in Prismilia, I'm here, and you? Do you still plan on being a mercenary?
- I don't even know, - Dalia mused, - perhaps I'll go on a journey through Ertenia.
- And what about the "Reborn"?
- What about them? Adeline is a good mentor, but I'm not sure she's happy to see me in the ranks of the reborn, even despite my lineage. You should have seen her reaction to my foray into Sintang. It felt like she was ready to kill me on the spot.
- Perhaps she expected you to be more like your mother?
- Not impossible, - the girl shrugged, - but that doesn't change the fact that I'm done with the "Reborn."
- A journey, then? – Adrien exhaled, - And what next?
- Next? Who the hell knows! It's easy for you and Nessa; you knew right away what you wanted. As for me, I still have to find myself.
- Just don't forget about us while searching for yourself. I would be more than happy if you visited me.
- I won't forget, don't worry, - Dalia stepped away from the window and, smiling, turned toward her sister, - by the way, how about a walk around the city while I'm here?
- I'd love to.
Five years later.The same tavern in Iltan that Dalia chose to visit was little different from those in Yoheitan. The main patrons were warriors and travelers of all kinds, although the eye occasionally caught a peasant. The latter, however, came not so much to drink as to look at the overseas warriors. However, the young warrior found herself catching more than just the gazes of peasants. Sitting in the corner and quietly sipping ale from a mug, a certain dwarf had been watching her intently for several minutes. Against the backdrop of other patrons, he stood out by the total absence of any combat gear, although he clearly did not belong to the local commoners.
Deciding to finally find out what was going on, Dalia rose from her seat and walked with a confident stride toward the Aswaldrian. Judging by his reaction, he had been expecting this.
- How can I help you, my dear? – the dwarf asked as if nothing were wrong, continuing to empty his mug in small sips.
- I would like to know the same from you, my dear. You've been looking my way for some time now.
- Ah, so it's that! You simply reminded me of an acquaintance of mine.
- What kind of acquaintance? – the Aswaldrian's reaction immediately alerted the girl. There was something unnatural about his behavior.
- A very talented individual named Tirza Ayers. Have you heard of her?
Dalia nodded uncertainly. She didn't want to share this information with a stranger, but something told her that he already knew it.
- Wonderful, - the stranger smiled broadly, - I didn't know Tirza had children. By the way, they call me Dorin. Forgive me for staring at you so much. Curiosity!
- Pleased to meet you, Dalia, - the girl introduced herself confusedly. What was happening still seemed strange to her, - how do you know my mother?
- It's very simple, - despite the smile, steel notes were audible in Dorin's voice, - she killed my son.
For a few seconds, Dalia seemed to lose her speech.
- If you want compensation, you've come to the wrong person, - the girl finally replied, having composed herself, - or do you need something else?
- Heavens, how can one measure a life in money? – the dwarf shook his head, - I was only interested to see who her daughter grew up to be. I believe I've seen enough. I shall not detain you any longer.
- Have a pleasant day, - Dalia looked at Dorin suspiciously.
- You as well, I shall not detain you any longer.
Another five years later.After that strange meeting with Dorin, Dalia frequently had the odd feeling that someone was following her. Following silently, taking no action and seemingly waiting for the right moment. Partly, this became the reason why, upon returning to her homeland, Dalia decided to try her luck in one of the mercenary bands. If Dorin truly planned to settle scores with her, she could use loyal companions. And something told her that this was exactly what the dwarf planned.
Race: Half-elf
Nationality: Yoheitan
Origin Bonus: Yoheitan
(Purian Education: +1 SP)Skills:
Combat Training+30 health
+3* accuracy
+3 reaction
+1 speed
+2 will
+Skill
+Quick slot
+Weapon slot
Two-handed Weapon+25 health
+1 accuracy
+1 reaction
+Skill
+Cleave. 33% chance to deal double damage to the enemy.
+Concussion. 33% chance to paralyze the enemy
Energy+Chance (will) to ignore received damage.
+100 energy
+1 magic
+1 will
+Magic Barrier. 1 unit of energy = 1 unit of health.
+Negation. Use on ally: chance (will) to ignore incoming damage. Use on self: attacks under the effect of negation deal the same damage back to the attacker. [1]
50+Disintegration. Deals
50+magic*
30 units of damage. [10x1]
120
Creation+150 energy
+1 magic
+2 will
+Purification. Removes negative effects from the character and heals injuries. [1]
20+Restoration. Raises a fallen ally (threshold = -10%*magic of max HP). [1]
100+Wisdom. +1* accuracy, +1 reaction, +1 speed, +4 will.
Reborn+20 health
+3 accuracy
+3 will
+Persistence. 2 attacks for one-handed weapons and spears, +1 for two-handed. +2 speed
+Willpower. Will*10=damage barrier. Restores 10% durability every turn.
+Tirelessness. Restores 30 health every turn.
Inventory:"Reflections on the Nature of Energy and Its Role in Applied Magic" - a book authored by Amendur, Dalia's father. In addition to the reflections themselves, the book also describes formulas and techniques for mastering specializations and spells of the "Energy" and "Metamagic" schools. Signed by the author.
Dalia's Sword - a high-quality two-handed sword of dwarven craftsmanship.
Moonstone Chainmail - bartered by Adrien from a collector in exchange for the "Armor of the Gods" and "Executioner" forged by Halgar; although made by a less skilled smith, this chainmail still provides the wearer with good protection. Furthermore, unlike plate armor, it does not restrict movement.
Potion Set - consists mainly of energy restoration and healing potions, although there are also several elixirs capable of helping with ailments beyond the power of creation magic.
Enchanted Prismilian Ring - a work of Nessa's hands, given to Dalia for her birthday.
Travel Bag - all the essentials that a traveler might need on a journey.
Savings - money accumulated over years of mercenary work.
Harochi, something like that. Didn't show everything I wanted. For example, it was planned that Dorin is the shooter who killed Tirza and spent some time in the Iltan prison. Failed to show Amendur's relationship with his daughters. And so on, and so forth. However, this is probably enough for now. Hope I didn't forget to write anything into the inventory.
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