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[CaptainLambcake]

rip bothon

[CountAlex]

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Libash

Atil - beekeeper furtively wiped away a tear and promised to name favorite bumblebee in honor of the glassmaker.
Clothier stroked llama and, taking poncho for Libash, went closer to the corpse of a glassmaker in order to cover him and not let miasma spread across the  fortress.



Gratin stroked you and, picking up your poncho, went to Boton to cover the corpse. Soon the turmoil began to attract inhabitants of the fortress.

- Whattup? Killing anyone, ya? - Nasod who was hunging out nearby came first. Okbod pointed a finger at the corpse, so dwarfess strained brain herself and tried to guess what happened here - What's that? Already killed? Ah, well I see, whaaa.

Birut was second, who reacted to romp, but as soon as he walked thirty paces , sensing miasm, immediately stopped and turned toward Sinsot's office. He will be more useful as a messenger, rather than as a simple onlooker, and Birut knew it himself.

Next Atil and Bim came.
- Oh, now I know whose figure to carve next, - Bim said quietly, seeing the body. When Atil lifted the blanket to witness the corpse, Bim fearfully exhaled. - Oh, God! Oh my God Baros! What is happening? - Bim whispered when she saw the face of Boton under the poncho, and closed her eyes with hands, and started nervously puffing.
- P-poor Boton. - Atil said - Why did they do it to you?
Okbod briefed to those who came, what he saw here, starting from the sinister laughter from the hospital to the time when Ast with tooth and nails begun to pull out her son-sadistic from Okbod. Gratin, lost his everyday smiling, only confirmed that all was like he said, refraining from "hilarious" comments.
- A-a-a-and-in-fact we had come at the same time, r-remember, Okbod? - Atil began to recall - And got along very well. W-we together buried corpses. M. .. many corpses. And Boton helped us whenever he could. Yes, he had a strangeness, but w-why he had been treated so badly ...
Atil wiped avaricious tear and said:
- I'll call in memory of you of my favourite bumblebee, B-Boton Rig-gotritlut. Rest in peace, kind dwarf. - And lowered the blanket.

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Appear at the scene. Assess the situation and glorify Armok who took back the blood given.



Finally, at the scene of the tragedy chaplainess appeared. She said a prayer for the repose of the deceased and the forgiveness of sins, held a small ceremony and stated that she needs to take the body to prepare for the funeral. Okbod suspected something and interjected:
- You see, madam, do not suck dry our Boton! He's already, you see, really skinny, nothing to look at! - Almost the whole fortress heard of an age that the priestess said to Sinsot during the census, and Okbod was no exception.
To which Sedil answered calmly:
- You shouldn't talk like that about Armok's anointed, and speak of the dead, my son. And we should not backbite about my age, Okbod, and then once again you will not incur the wrath of God. Long youth given by the most zealous adherence to the precepts of Armok and fasting, which I just devoted my life from infancy. And I do not drink blood. And the blood of the dead and the blood from the ground even vampires don't drink, so you will know. And's your poisonous tongue will poison someday thyself, dwarf, remember my word.

You did not watch too much on further development of sutuation. Dwarves sort of agreed to give the body to Sedil after she read notation to Okbod. She said a lot of obscure words and shorts like "Armok ... Okbod ... blood ... drink ..." does not tell you anything.

You decided to return to the corral before Birut will bring to the scene Sinsot or Sodel suddenly come back from the water pump. Oh screw them dwarves that no day is any trouble ...

In stall Kivish met you, who you told to what you saw today. Together you become lamenting about how terrifying to live is in this terrible world...

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Likot

Slap that little c**t with wooden warhammer, then imprison in cell with golden statues and gorgeous sporty bed of colored wood. Such awesome potential champion should not be allowed to die.



SUDDENLY you were woken up by crowd of dwarves who broke into your office. These serfs did not even bother to knock on the door, and cut short your dream just at that moment, as you sank into a warm geyser embrasing three swarthy elfesses.
- Who taught you to knock? - You grumbled, trying to focus the image and blinking.
- We knocked, my lord. - Sinsot said. - Lots of knocking. And loudly. We have already thought to see if you went to sleep in your bedroom.
- So you would wake me up anyway, I understand you correctly? And is it matter that I here sort of a king?
- My lord, the case is urgent! - Sinsot brought Sibrek in front of you. - This boy heroically saved his mother from killing. But not without casualties, we lost old Boton, peace to his blood. He died by the hands of Sibrek when tried to kill his mother.
- Hmm. With what reason would Boton want to kill someone? You're not telling me something.
- Well ... - Sinsot shrugged. - Boton happened to catch in a strange mood. In its macabre form.
- And you dare to touch him in this state? You deprived fortress of the artifact! And the legendary craftsdwarf! Are you insane?
- Yes, from a pragmatic point of view, we have lost a lot for the fortress. And strange mood of the victim is an aggravating circumstance for the slayer. But there are extenuating circumstances! Judge for yourself, my lord: first Sibrek's age is too small, and secondly, he has a mother who has no relatives apart. Anyway, he gives hope in the future to become a formidable warrior.

- What do you want from me? - You grumbled.
- Residents of the fortress require the royal court. My opinion, as sheriff, is not completely satisfiying for all, everyone has their own opinion. So the only true opinion is from king.

Well, well ... you woke up in broad daylight, not given to catch a breath and demanded to speak judgment on the case, which you literally just heard of.

Well, okay. You'll show them why you wear the crown...

[CaptainLambcake]

innocent!

[CountAlex]

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Likot

Justice of King Solomon! Keep order to cut kid at waist level until all unanimously choose what to do with him.



- Don't know what to do? Just cut him in two parts, praise and reward the upper half, and put the bottom in a cage. - You said sarcastically.
- My lord, this will not work. If you don't want to make a decision yourself, you'd better hack him to death. And then all of us for the company, - Sinsot irreverently said.
- Oh, is it so? - You outraged. - Well, you will have a court. Bring my table and a wig, here be the court!

After some preparations hearing was declared open. First  the witnesses from the prosecution were listened, namely Gratin and Birut, then - from the defense, of which spoke Ast and Vuteny. Vuteny was not a direct witness, but he gave a very positive characteristic of Sibrek and justified him in every way during the trial.
After weighing the pros and cons, you found out that the murder was committed by minor with motif of self-defense and defense of the only relative, however, aggravated by particular brutality and intentional interruption of strange mood. On this basis it was decided:
1. Punish Ast as trustee of murderer by forced removal of Sibrek from her by providing him private apartments (which were aplently in your fortress) and move him there. Appoint new trustees from the fortress soldiery under the responsibility of Sinsot.
2. Make hammer of feathertree and sentence boy with three hits.
3. Appoint suspended sentence until reaching adulthood. And put a good chain in the room of Sibrek so that he won't forget that he is a convict.
4. Two years later, send Sibrek in individual squad "Deadly Partridges"
5. Make Ast develop glass-craft instead of Boton.

To the last decision Sinsot reasonably objected that Ast is the only fortress professional farmer at full employment, and a distraction her from work may sooner or later leave the fortress without alcohol. In addition, her glass crafts will not be needed and only greatly reduce the average quality of the goods. Bim is several times more experienced than Boton and easily can handle it alone, especially in view of the statement that Boton almost never worked in the field.
Sentence was announced and the meeting was adjourned.

The first time in quite a long time you lifted your ass off the throne and decided to walk on your domain. Number of accumulated thoughts, crushing the skull from inside outweighed  the magic of Latongazot, and you dived into work.

Ivety showed unexpected for her irresponsibility and demanded personal awareness conversation. But first she must be found.

You must choose four to join your personal Guard for exploring of the caves.

In addition, it was necessary to choose at least another two for sending as a caravan to Ladtakomage. It is necessary to sell there at least part of the accumulated jewelry that Bim, Urdim and Bembul produced in excessive amounts.

By the way yes, Bembul ... you finally remembered where you previously saw this jerk. However, then he did not have a scar from axe across the entire face, apparently, he had annoyed not only you. Might be worth to take care of him first?

Or is it better to work on a makeover, redesign and accelerate the construction of the external walls, take care of the automation of water and magma pumps or simply engrave all the walls to avoid further occurrence of fell-mooded?

[CaptainLambcake]

work on the makeover

[CountAlex]

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Likot

Look at the llama. Look long at the llama. Tell her about the benefits she brings to the fortress
Tame llama so her would not be slaughtered.



Pacing the floor, where the incident occurred with fell-mooded, you remember, how at the trial witnesses mentioned llama, which first had to take the blow of Boton. It is necessary to take a closer look at her. Fells never attacked anyone but dwarves. Maybe the gods do not consider Libash a simple animal?

When you saw Libash you were just fascinated by this graceful animal. Especially you were amazed by llama's beard that looked almost like yours! You have decided to tame llama at any cost, no, it was not enough! You have declared Libash a full-fledged resident of the fortress and appointed her interim champion, until Sibrek turns twelve. Then you brought her into the room next to the room of Sibrek, and declared that this room is now owned by llama.

Yes. Now it's right. Armok has not deprived Libash with attention, therefore you should not deprive.

Libash was surprised by the new state of affairs, but without long hesitation, agreed to become your pet. Yet she tried to persuade you to move Kivish to her new appartment, but since your linguistic intuition did not go to any comparison with the abilities of Libash, you have not understood her at all and left it at that.

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See Ivety the surgeon, well and check how she got accustomed in the fortress.
Decide something about elfess
Surely everyone knows that Likot fucks elfess.



- Shitty ... - Ivety answered the question of Okbod "How are you?".

Other than "shitty", however, she did not respond to such questions. After all life with dwarves for elf isn't the story of Snow White visiting gnomes. Dwarven fortress made from the once carefree and naive Ivety gloomy and unwelcoming long-eared creature, apparently still resembling elfess, but in her heart she became harsher than most of dwarves.

Ivety learned to drink. Worth noting that she drank at times less than\kid Sibrek, but she was getting enough. Elf girl tried to feel the line and in any case always carried a few herbs from intoxication. But when in the fortress parties and banquets occurred, in which Ivety always been involved, that's when she took booze in a harsh amounts, and then had been walking around next week with a swollen face. In dwarven there is no word "alcoholism", because for you it's healthy phenomenon and most natural state, can not be said about other races.

Ivety became more indifferent to her habits and cultural traditions. She began to live under the roof, not underground, like dwarves, but in a separate room on the surface near the internal fortress gates. Most of the time she spent in the kitchen, not only cooking soups but meat too. In addition, she herself butchered rabbits and chickens, and heated kitchen stove with wood, as if the animals and trees have ceased to have meaning for her. She herself still did not kill poultry and did not eat meat, but this was due more to the elven herbivoresness than any commitment to customs.

You did not have to look for Ivety, she returned herself. On the shoulders she was dragging weighty bag with all sorts of herbs, roots and berries, which she used in her ointments, balms and lotions.
- Here, everything to put Boton back on his feet. - she said to you when you met her. - Now try to explain where you got him.
- You were away for four days. What took so long? - You ask.
- I have used ll kobold bulbs around onthis old man, a and the closest golf is two days away. So I could not just leave Boton in trouble. Or would you prefer him to be treated with chaplainess prayers?
- Chaplainess already works with him. Though not about healing but about funeral service. He's dead.
- How? - Ivety said angrily. - I thought I had enough time ... The old man was a kind of strong in health, and even laughed it off, when I last saw him.
- Murdered. - you answered .
- And by whom?
- Kid. Boton fell into a strange mood out of grief and got into a hassle with him. Why did you leave Boton?
- Excuse me, but I did not leave him. I just explained you everything!
- Nevertheless, I believe that it all happened because of you, and you have to answer.
- Why the hell do you mess up with me again, eh!? - Ivety raised tone. - Any time you wake up you always start to push me!
- I can't be indifferent to my wife and her misdeeds.
- Don't remind me.
- We took an oath in the face of forest spirits, remember?
- You then mumbled some nonsense about that wedding of a strategic necessity. What kind of necessity? You're insane Likot, you hear? Insane!
- Insane. - You confirmed. Exactly "Insane" was the first word of Ivety when she came out of the melancholy and joined you and Sinsot. And then, too, it was addressed to you. - We'll have to live with it and fight with the best of our forces.
- Leave me alone, you ... just ... unbearable! - she turned away and walked toward the exit, where her chambers were. - No wonder my father warned that you're special ... in a bad sense of the word special...

Marriage with you was the only reason why Ivety still stayed in the fortress. In elven marriages there is no divorce. So now only death will part you.

[CaptainLambcake]

have affair with llama

[CountAlex]

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Likot



Soon Sinsot came to you with his affairs. Between business he mentioned the upcoming expedition and its list, which he would like to see.
- Shasad Volanulol, because she's brave, optimistic and know how to handle a hammer. Sedil Itdun, because the gods favor will not be superfluous. Okbod Idar, he is a good hunter and is able to cope with the wild beasts. And Vuteny, who constantly talks of his spiders, you can not deny him the chance to meet one of them! - Sinsot completed his enumeration.
- As for Sedil I agree - you responded. - In peacetime, my future will be bunker a sanctuary of Armok , so I will definitely need a priest. Think yourself about Shasad , because she will only demand rest constantly and continuously slow down others. May she knows how to swing a mallet, but my pelt is more important to me, so I need those who will be able to cover for me. I take shooters. - You looked at Sinsot hoping notice disappointment, but his face was just a stone - By the way, Sinsot, do you want to go instead of Shasad? You there now have a crossbow, so you'll be very useful to me.
- No, I don't. - He strained his cheekbones - I'll be much more useful in the fortress you leave without your control, my lord. Besides, just only a weeksince I started training, so that the risk of hitting you, and not your opponent. - You take it easy with such expressions! I can see this as a threat!
- No threats, my lord. - Sinsot corrected himself - It's just a statement of facts.
- Well, I think you're right. I guess I'll have to take Ivety instead of you. Well, we take Okbod and Vuteny, of course.
- And what about the caravan? - Sinsot asked.
- I have not decided. Birut would be nice to do this work, but he can't be send alone. Probably we have to wait for a new wave of migrants before you start sending all anywhere...
- Summer caravan of Ladtakomage is coming soon , so that we may be won't have to send anyone?
- Maybe. Although I am more worried about the letter. I cann't simply give it to caravanners, we'll anyway have to send someone from our people with them. We need an ambassador.
- Maybe Shasad?
- Maybe. Although I still have to think. You can go. Although wait! Goblets ready?
- As usual, my lord.
- Let Morul make three more. Dismiss.

Sinsot shrugged and walked away. Now is the time to deal with Bembul.

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Kick butt of that mage for lies and fraudulence



You found luckless sorcerer in his cutting workshop, where he was slacking.
- Come here. - You called Bembul yourself. - Move.
Bembul, feeling that he will be beaten, very reluctantly got up and walked to you. You took him by the collar and dragged over to look into his eyes.
- What the hell are you doing here?
- W-working, my lord.
- I don't mean the workshop. What the hell did you forget at Akrulaban?
- My lord, I don't understand! Me and Lolor are refugees, we had nowhere else to go!
- Oh! I will not believe you, you already once got me with a friend behind bars ! You're a scoundrel and a spy!
- How got? What friend? My Lord, have mercy! I did nothing.
- Do not pretend you do not remember! Just over two years ago. Recall it: a caravan from the Assarotung, missing dwarf fortress, then one more missing. You wandered through the streets and under the pretext of "wish fulfillment" lured passers into slavery in Arol Iton!
- My lord, you were the first missing! Yes, exactly! I also picked your last name as a pseudonym. And you were with that warrior from the the fortress caravan, who was looking for a second missing.
- Keep telling.

Bembul laid out his story, as he imagined. He talked about how it was difficult to live with his demented wife in a big unfriendly city. Bad wealth forced him to engage in petty fraud and street tricks for which he dressed up as magician and began to roam the city streets. One of his favorite ways to attract attention was "one wish for 10 gold," but as his target audience were craftsmen, market women and passers , no one never ever found the whole amount, and all ended up in simple entertainment for tourists and fleecing their pockets.

This continued up until four years ago Bembul accidentally ran into a local crime boss, who had thrown a sorcerer in the horror, pulled out of the belt all demanded ten golds. He appeared the leader of burglars Guild opposed to Arol-Iton, and his desire was a victory at the next fight with competitors. Magician showed all the wits he could, outlined to the leader his plan of action, which included a costume show with lights and sound installations that had to demoralize the enemy, making them believe that very Armok on the side of the Guild. The plan succeeded, the spheres of influence in the city were divided, and Bembul saved his live, bought for gold a small mansion on the outskirts and got connection with the mafia.

Over the next two years Bembul had to perform a few more orders of the Guild, the last of which proved fatal. He was commissioned to steal from Arol-Iton rare elven miazma grenades. Bembul tried to crank case by proxy, and sent there Tok who tucked in his way, but it failed. After the incident at entry point all Arol-Iton stood on alarm and the flasks were no longer accessible. After waiting a couple of months magician again poked in the Arol Iton, this time in person. As he put it, he felt sorry for you and Tok and he wanted to release you, and along with it the desired flasks take. The whole idea of Bembul ended already at entry point, where he got with an axe in the face by a security guard spotted him. After severe torture Bembul told everything he knew about the Guild, for what he was imprisoned, and then recognized completely healthy and transferred to penal servitude.

Lolor, Bembul's wife, was moved to live to Arol Iton, and kept as a hostage so that Bembul could not escape. From convicts magician learned that Ang, using data from Bembul, savagely destroyed Guild, having pleased the city guard and fully capturing the influence in Ladtakomage.

Then Bembul told you about their suffering at hard labor, how he was made up an escape plan, managed to escape, rescued Lolor, how they wandered and then hid from boogeymen until finally stumbled upon a group of settlers coming to the Akrulaban what led Bembul to you.

But you did not listen to him anymore. You all weren't listening half of his story, you suddenly got through guts thinking how wrong you were with Ivety all this time. You suddenly felt very ashamed and you've thought about what you can do to somehow mend it...
- My lord, what's wrong? - Bembul probably have thought that it was his tearjerker that so touched you. But you did not answer him and just silently dragged him along outside.

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Ivety is an elf, we should apologize, she will forgive.
try to apologize to her, to show all the tenderness what Likot capable of, and even a little more. Poor girl suffered so much trouble, and no one said a kind word at least.
We simply have to pick some flowers



On the surface it was summer. There were not so many flowers: chamomiles and longland grass - that's all that bloomed in your region in this season. You released Bembul, knelt on all fours and began to collect your bouquet.
Magician, getting a sudden freedom, somehow did not run away and out of curiosity started watching adult stern dwarf, for some unknown reason, crawling on flower lawn.

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Another thread is over. Taking into account new version release new one will probably proceed later, much later.

[CaptainLambcake]

but what about the llama

[CountAlex]

Here comes thread 22
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Likot



It has been almost a month.

Bouquet helped you on time to make peace with Ivety and half-family your life with her came back on track.
Boton was buried. Contrary to the expectations of some, no one to suck his blood. Sedil read the burial service for old dwarf as it should be and then he was put into the common necropolis, where lay the old population, as there remained a couple of free sarcophagi. The cemetery is almost full - will soon have to build the new.

Wall, separating Akrulaban from the caves, was demolished and in its place stone drawbridge was wet. Nasod, who did nothing more complicated than mills and stonefall traps, screwed up something with the mechanisms, so the lift lever stuck, and you had to call at the last minute Tarem so he restored all .

Stepping over the threshold leading into the unknown depths, Ivety displeasurely asked:
- Likot? Why did you bring me here?
- But you yourself said me so long you don't mind to go on a trip, - you answered.
- Yes ... but not here. I can't see anything. - Elfess looked around, trying to see anything.
- My lord, to tell the truth - said Vuteny, - I too poorly see in complete darkness. Do we have a torch, or at least a candle?
- Do not even think about it! - Okbod barged, - With your torches we will be like a magnet to attract all the local vermins, and due to the torches we will not see it in time from a distance. You tired of living?
- Likot! I don't like it, let me go now. - Ivety was beginning to get nervous.
It seems that your team was not so united and brave as you first thought. Initially, all four agreed to follow you to the ends of the world, but moved a couple of steps from the house - and problems already begun. Oh, those foolish undisciplined serfs!

- My lord. - Sedil spoke. - Armok did not give the gift of seeing in the dark to the elves, I think it would be better to leave them back at upper side. Let's come threesome: you, me and Okbod. Or we will have actually take light into the cavern.
And they're right. No use of blind archers, as well as of archers lit a bright spot, like at the showcase.
You should do something about it.



Unlike elves, you saw all perfectly. Cave passed by you as a curved corridor, going down to the left, where apparently there was water and grew MULTITILE giant mushrooms. On the rare cave moss in front of you trail of someone's small clawed footprints was barely visible, in the feces corners were scattered.
Overcoming the emerged desire to try the taste of to determine what kind of beast it was you have asked opinion of Okbod. He looked at the tracks and immediately determined that it were crandles, and that here they often go to a watering place. Apparently, their lair is somewhere in a cave at the top.
Ivety and Vuteny were standing at the exit and asked about something Tarem who already was finalizing the bridge. Sedil was impartially looking around, thinking about something.

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Tok Buketotil




Arol Iton was widening and and growing. Fortress wealth multiplied, the population was generally happy. But not you. In general, everything was perfect - the beloved wife and son, favorite work, favorite small room decorated personally. No mosquitoes. But all this prosperity to you, to be honest, already bothered you to top. You miss the closest friend, who left this place over a year ago and since then about him there were no news.
- Likot Ubendeb Saramkurig Delerottan ... I do not know what it means. He is now a self-proclaimed king of Akrulaban to the east. I want you to go there as an ambassador of Arol-Iton.
- But I do not have the relevant skills ...
- But you're friends, and it is powerful.
- Well ... I ...
- Is something holding you here? Family?
- No.
- Well, then, let's go! Needless to procrastinate. Here is the letter you pass to Likot personally. Wait for an answer. Step.
And then you have returned to your room. Lit up the pipe. And started thinking Wife - it certainly is good. Work - this is of course fine. But it may be still "bros before hoes"?



It hurt to conscientiousness was simply to leave the family, so to begin with you again went to the Queen to ask for permission to migrate at Akrulaban. Although inwardly you realized that it will be exchange of six to half of dozen. Everyday life tired you more quickly than expected, the soul demanded adventures. But to compromise with conscience was too disgusting - let the queen decide.

- So, - Kisat spoke, seeing you, - I believe, preparation is finished?
- Not really ... I wanted to ask if I could with my wife and kids move to another Mountain Home?
- To Likot? You did not seem to have a family.
- There has been a misunderstanding.
- Whatever you say. And about migration - "Arol-Iton has no exiles, it has a deep tombs." But this amendment of the seventh paragraph of the citizenship law has been abolished, so ... I'll let you reunite with a friend since you wish. As for my letter - allstays the same. To Likot personally. And the answer to be passed with my proxy.
Kisat sent for Kastar. A few minutes later he appeared. Muscular and strong, "grated loaf" with the beard and the crossbow, he stood next to you.
- Called, my queen?
- Yes. Assignment for you. Accompany this migrant to Mountain Home Akrulaban - she turned to you - You take the family with you?

[Nya]

Alex, where is last part from 21 thread with cave adaptation?

[CountAlex]

Alex, where is last part from 21 thread with cave adaptation?

I really doubted it's not a fake, and I did ask question whether it's GMs' part of story and got no reply. So I assume this is a fake until proven wrong, Anyway, the importance for plot if not fake close to nothing, I believe. Puking dwarfs, seriously?
Get more.
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You went to learn how wife looks at migration, but she decided to stay with the children waiting husband at home. Since the queen sends you as an ambassador, then after a while you will return, right? The difficulties of travel will not let her and children survive. So she blessed you to go and kissed, and sent to the royal service.
Kastar took you to the armory, where you picked a spear, which with you had learn to handle somehow during the last adventure. Then you proceeded to the clothing stockpile, and then stocked with provisions.
To take with you someone other than family, the queen banned. Wagon was also not given. Finally she ordered to her to read the letter aloud, in case of loss or damage in order to sense is preserved in your memory. You read out:
- Greetings, Likot. Congratulations to the rapid rise! I hope so zealous mare as the burden of power will not throw out of the saddle such inexperienced rider like you. I wish prosperity to Akrulaban under your rule. I am glad that you honor our agreement and I assure we answer the same. And yes, your guess is correct. As for your suggestions on the approximation of our Homes, let me qualify what you mean by the allied kingdom? Military aid? Trading privileges? Immigration concessions? Or, knowing you, literally dig tunnels between us? To be honest, the last item plus minecarts - it's an interesting option. I will write to you more often, if there is something to respond to. Bye-bye. With interest, Kisat Vellokum.
Queen nodded
- That's right. Kastar, you will accompany the migrant to Akrulaban, wait until King Likot answer and pre-reading, bring the letter to me. Now go.
You and Kastar bowed and went to the door to the surface. Sunlight met you like fist meets face.

[Nya]

> Puking dwarfs, seriously?
Hey, it's important part of gameplay, like cats butchering!

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Okay, after some reflection (1.5 year), I decided to translate it.

Spoiler: Puking dwarfs (click to show/hide)

By the way, you have totally forgot that outside is day now, and you haven't been on the surface long time ago.

Enjoy your cave adaptation.

[CaptainLambcake]

hooray! our best friend will live with us now.

[CountAlex]

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So, you hit the road. Kastar muttered something unintelligible into his mustache to all your inquiries, and you were shy to ask again. In your couple, he was leading, and even the dominating, so any step aside to any shop on your part was sort of an act of rebellion, like a dog in front of the owner. Kastar was given the task to take you and he led, without being distracted by little things. You felt him as a leader and guiltily kept up to his solid tread.
Soon west tract brought you to the river. However, the bridge, here an ill luck, was somehow destroyed. You were not warned about this, apparently in Arol-Iton nodody knows about it. So it happened recently. Plaque under the statue on the shore said: River "Snaky".
- And what do we do? - You asked.
Kastar first muttered something to himself, then turned around and said loudly:
- Can you swim?
- No.
He snorted a bit.
- So that's it. If we won't find a boat, we'll have to go to the nearest crossing. Upstream there is a bridge, but we will have to go through the abandoned Mountain Home, and I would not like it. Ghosts, you know, aren't the most pleasant thing in the world. Besides there is nearby goblin fortress, and beyond it is mountainous terrain. If we go down the river then first we'll move through elven grove, then through a human city the lake and only after that will come to the right place. In short, whole lot of a hell hemorrhoids ... but you do not know how to swim.
Again you felt guilty.
- Choose where to go now, - Kastar muttered angrily.