Posts from Lapistia

Yes, "Luck" gives a 5% chance to find interesting items when searching. In addition, it gives him a 10% chance of an "interesting encounter."

Okay, that makes sense.
Regarding the plan involving Locken, there are several drawbacks. Firstly, we might be targeted and killed, or otherwise outsmarted. Secondly, our already strained relationship with Ninsharia is unlikely to improve. And thirdly, we'll gain a reputation as dishonorable scoundrels worldwide. Although, there's an interesting and debatable point about reputation: it could be argued that, on the contrary, we'll gain a reputation as decent guys, something like, "Hey, no hard feelings, it was just business. We freed the target, and you can have the rest." I forgot the third point.

And thirdly, such a sudden surrender of a group of prisoners, even if we don't consider the looted gear, will look very suspicious. Well, I've already written about this.

During the journey back to Yochelton, Hodges decided to use the talisman he had acquired to track the further journey of the prisoner they had freed.
Well, he must have seen Namgan when he came out of the dungeon.

Not a bad idea. I should buy some information about the aforementioned Namgan's "Ixian" later. I think that's why Revan wrote about it.

Stepping over the still-warm body of another prison guard, Sarnissa placed her hand on the stone wall opposite the main gate of the fortress and, brushing a layer of road dust mixed with dirt from her clothes, she paused, her gaze fixed on the glass dunes covering the horizon with bizarre silhouettes. This was definitely the most memorable day in recent years, comparable only to the colonial battles of the Nosrenrot fleet. With a slight creak of the well-lubricated mechanisms, the fortress gates lowered, opening a path through the wide mountain pass, somewhere into the distance, towards the lands of Yokehtan, which now seemed so familiar. Sad music, but at the same time filled with excitement and the joy of victory, gently began to play in Sarnissa's heart, but she had no musical instrument at hand. If she were susceptible to the emotions of ordinary mortals, she would obviously be struggling with the cold shiver that ran through her body, and she would not be able to close her eyes for a long time at night. Fortunately, at the moment, quite different thoughts troubled her mind. She was in her own estate in Nihotense, a small palace filled with luxury, grandeur, and the gloomy silence of peace and solitude. Numerous servants in white suits scurried around the house like mice, carrying exquisite drinks made from aged blood to the main group of Nihs, gathered around a large dining table. Sarnissa, comfortably settled in a chair, recounted to one of the guests her journey to the Ninsharr prison. "So, those are the Ninsharr, who possess that repulsive sun magic?" a Nih exclaimed in surprise, spreading his hands. "Such a risk! But tell me, how did you manage to plan the attack and achieve victory with minimal losses?" "So, you're saying they used an antimagic barrier to keep the prisoners and drain their energy?" another guest joined the conversation. "That's quite an interesting idea. However, I must say, I'm surprised that the inhabitants of this country have already reached such an advanced level of technological progress. They may pose a serious threat to us in the future, don't you think?" "That is quite likely," the third Nih nodded, emptying a glass of liquid in one gulp. "Who knows what these mortals will be capable of in time. Their insatiable thirst for profit and conquest far exceeds all reasonable limits. Who knows when one of them will set their sights on the values that we rightfully possess." "Nonsense," the first one shook his head negatively. "They are across the seas, thousands of miles from the shores of our empire. And, ultimately, what will they do? They will only create problems for themselves. Deadly problems. That's how the food chain works. A rabbit will never hunt a wolf." "Let's leave this meaningless topic," Sarnissa intervened in the conversation. "I wasn't talking about a threat, but only about my own observations. And, of course, about a theoretical possibility. Mortals are very inventive when it comes to financial gain. Everything you say is true, but it is also obvious that they are never satisfied with wealth or power. No matter how many years pass, sooner or later they will exhaust their own continent and turn their gaze to neighboring countries. Our authority in Lapistia is beyond doubt, but Erthea is a completely different continent. We can return to this conversation in a month. We can return to it in a year. We can even return to it in a hundred years. A moment for us, but a significant leap forward for mortal races." "Time is certainly the most amusing thing," one of the guests smiled slightly. "Even those who are not subject to its influence are forced to reckon with its impact on others. And it is not always only negative." Sarnissa woke up from her thoughts and looked around. The sun was already setting towards the horizon, finally allowing her to break free from the dark umbrella. The other mercenaries had already gathered the necessary supplies for the journey and provisions, loaded the gems, and armed themselves with first-class weapons of the elite guard, in short, they were preparing to leave. Yes, if all goes well, with her next visit to Nihotense, she will bring a lot of interesting news. "Alright, gentlemen. Congratulations on the successful completion of our first mission," she said to her allies. "So, we are returning home."

During their journey back to Yochelton, Hodges decided to use the talisman he had acquired to track the further path of the prisoner they had freed.

Contrary to expectations, Namgan first visited Elutan – a city outside of which the "Sands of Time" were located. Taking advantage of the numerous secret passages scattered throughout the city, which even the ruler of Elutan was likely unaware of, Namgan visited many libraries and people with information, learning about events over the past thirty years. Having finished his business, the Taoist sage headed north, where he soon met a certain Assyrian.
— Mr. Z.? — he asked, as if he already knew the answer.
— Correct. Follow me.
A couple of weeks later, Hodges could no longer observe them for unknown reasons.

Year 365, day 69 of summer. Sarnissa's Office
A private office allocated to Sarnissa by the Yochelton Council as the leader of the "Crimson Dawn." The office itself is divided into two separate rooms – a study and a bedroom behind an inner door. All of Sarnissa's personal belongings are located here, and people and non-humans come here with business, and the council's assistants bring letters. Most often, they contain job offers, that is, contracts. The system is designed so that the council only knows the name of the recipient. This promotes trust not only between mercenary groups and councils, but also potential employers towards Yochelton.
Letters delivered: 14
Parcels delivered: 4

Informant's Office
Here you can find out the latest world news without relying on unverified sources and rumors; only 500 gold pieces per piece.
1. Attack on the "Sands of Time"
2. Curse of the Pyramid
3. Attempt on the Justiciar
4. Battle in Grimwood
5. Battle in Noroe

Karel's Office
Professional mercenaries have a saying – "the stingy don't live long," and this is because, no matter how strong a mercenary squad is, one should always find out more details about the contract. Those who save money on information sometimes find themselves in hopeless situations and pave their own way to hell. "Whisper" agents make life easier for other mercenaries, but, of course, not for free.

Amendur's Office
The sale of land in Yochelton is decided by the head of the organization. Some may wonder, why do mercenaries need land? The fact is that on private territory, members of such organizations rest, store equipment, discuss the details of contracts, and prepare for the upcoming work. This is much more convenient than using public places and, of course, more respectable compared to an unremarkable office. Thus, it would not be an exaggeration to say that any self-respecting organization located in Yochelton has its own land. The architecture is usually distinguished by a unique design, which makes the streets of the city truly diverse.

Smithy
Here you can buy traditional weapons, armor, and, of course, repair your equipment.

Perfumer's
A place to sell potions.

Inn
This establishment is frequented by both permanent residents of Yochelton and rare guests who happen to be here passing through or by chance.
They like to drink, play gambling games, and discuss the latest events

Checking emails and packages

I should have bought the news instead...

Buy it yourself, or let the cop do it.

I don't have any money.

Contract: assistance in military operations
[Royal seal of Geirt present]
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Contract: elimination of Elulu-Suen warriors
[Royal seal of Illiniar present]
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Contract: assistance in military operations
[Seals of Thilian captains present]
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Contract: protection
[Signed: Railisia]
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Position in the Council of Yocheytan
[Seal of Yocheytan present]
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Information: Carvelos the Younger
[Signed: Lord Z.]
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Information: Ludovic Alvarez
[Signed: Lord Z.]
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Information: Astin
[Signed: Lord Z.]
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Information: Nanaya
[Signed: Lord Z.]
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Information: Aya
[Signed: Lord Z.]
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Information: Marisa Ghostdrain
[Signed: Lord Z.]
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Information: Ihara
[Signed: Lord Z.]
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Information: Stones of Immortality
[Signed: Lord Z.]
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Contract: hunt for the Stones of Immortality
[Signed: Ixian Ghostdrain]
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Packages:
Black bag trimmed with gold thread
Ring
Envelope with money
Ominous dagger

so basically, they split up and hid behind the rocks.

They are collecting the Prism of Youth *_*

Well, I'll open the letters one by one.