Sjukob
Arcane
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Nenio
>"Why are my boots wet and slimy? They were dry when I left them here a moment ago, and oddly enough, I prefer them that way."
>"I conducted an experiment. Did you know that footwear is completely unusable as a foodstuff, even footwear made from high-quality leather?"
>"I conducted an experiment. Did you know that footwear is completely unusable as a foodstuff, even footwear made from high-quality leather?"
Behold, Sosiel romanceHow was that thing even allowed into the game
>Sosiel's expression is a mix of shyness and resolve. He goes down on one knee in front of you and offers you a wilted crimson flower. "It seems that there is no place for beauty here in the Worldwound, and yet flowers grow even in this desolate country. Even though this flower's beauty is no match for yours... Please, accept it. Who else should have it but you, the true flower of this wasteland, whose presence makes the hardships of military life bearable for all of us?"
>[Lean towards Sosiel and whisper] \"The flower I want you to give me doesn't grow in the ground…"
>"I dream of giving it to you.\" You feel the heat of Sosiel's breath by your ear. "But let's take things slow. Let's give this love growing between us some time to bloom."
>"And you've plucked it already, have you not?" The cleric's smile is tender and playful. "Then again, flowers of love can be plucked forever — it only makes them grow stronger… Let's wait until we're back in the city."
>Sosiel tries to break up and fails
>The priest's face is stern determination mixed with fear. His fists are clenched, but his knees tremble treacherously. He looks you straight in the eyes - and you can see how hard it is for him not to look away.
>"{Name}. I came to tell you: this cannot continue. I love you, but we have to part \ ". {N} The priest gasps as if he is out of breath. "You... are no longer the one I once loved. Not the hero of the crusade, not the hope of mortals. You have turned into a monster. Your hands are elbow-deep in the blood of the innocent. I can’t kiss your lips knowing what blasphemous orders they gave!"
>"[Kiss Sosiel] "You will never, go anywhere from me. You are mine. Forever."
>The priest's whisper sounds like the feverish prayer of a dying man. {/ N} \" Please. I beg you. Please let me go. For all that was. For me. For my own sake."
>"For a moment Sosiel tries to push you away, but as soon as you touch his trembling lips, he responds with a kiss full of desperate passion. Pressing against you, he whispers: {/ n} \" You will ruin me... and I will let it. I love you. I love you, even if the price of this love is my soul. I was already with you in the Abyss. If necessary, I will follow you further. Just hold me like this. Here with you. Do not let go."
>"I brought you here to show you my masterpiece. The picture in which I've put all my soul, all my life, all the gift that the goddess gave me \ "{n} He solemnly brings you to the triptych, on the central canvas you can see ... Yourself.
>"On the canvases framing your portrait, Sosiel painted green trees and lush vineyards of his native Andoran. You look at the picture as if in a mirror, seeing there not a commander, not a conqueror of demons, not a hero or a villain, but yourself - a mortal who went through impossible hardships, while retaining his soul and finding love. Sosiel placed himself next to your portrait. You have never seen him paint self-portraits until now."
>"On the next canvas, Sosiel depicted an army ready for battle - and made it so that it is impossible to understand whether you are going to lead it, or fight it alone. You look at the whole triptych as in the mirror, seeing myself in every stroke. The artist portrayed you more than a commander, more than a hero or a villain - a proud, terrible, all-conquering power, a living embodiment of this strange war.
Corrupted version
>He drew himself on his knees, and it's hard to say what is more in his face and posture - awe, adoration, horror, or pain. There is no need to doubt one thing: let the priest still pray to his goddess, his soul, as well as body and mind, entirely belong to you."
>"The only monster that is allowed to own me is you."
>[Kiss Sosiel] "My Sosiel . Only mine, forever..."
>"Only yours ... Forever \ " The priest obediently responds to your kiss, leaning towards you with a body trembling with desire.
>[Lean towards Sosiel and whisper] \"The flower I want you to give me doesn't grow in the ground…"
>"I dream of giving it to you.\" You feel the heat of Sosiel's breath by your ear. "But let's take things slow. Let's give this love growing between us some time to bloom."
>"And you've plucked it already, have you not?" The cleric's smile is tender and playful. "Then again, flowers of love can be plucked forever — it only makes them grow stronger… Let's wait until we're back in the city."
>Sosiel tries to break up and fails
>The priest's face is stern determination mixed with fear. His fists are clenched, but his knees tremble treacherously. He looks you straight in the eyes - and you can see how hard it is for him not to look away.
>"{Name}. I came to tell you: this cannot continue. I love you, but we have to part \ ". {N} The priest gasps as if he is out of breath. "You... are no longer the one I once loved. Not the hero of the crusade, not the hope of mortals. You have turned into a monster. Your hands are elbow-deep in the blood of the innocent. I can’t kiss your lips knowing what blasphemous orders they gave!"
>"[Kiss Sosiel] "You will never, go anywhere from me. You are mine. Forever."
>The priest's whisper sounds like the feverish prayer of a dying man. {/ N} \" Please. I beg you. Please let me go. For all that was. For me. For my own sake."
>"For a moment Sosiel tries to push you away, but as soon as you touch his trembling lips, he responds with a kiss full of desperate passion. Pressing against you, he whispers: {/ n} \" You will ruin me... and I will let it. I love you. I love you, even if the price of this love is my soul. I was already with you in the Abyss. If necessary, I will follow you further. Just hold me like this. Here with you. Do not let go."
>"I brought you here to show you my masterpiece. The picture in which I've put all my soul, all my life, all the gift that the goddess gave me \ "{n} He solemnly brings you to the triptych, on the central canvas you can see ... Yourself.
>"On the canvases framing your portrait, Sosiel painted green trees and lush vineyards of his native Andoran. You look at the picture as if in a mirror, seeing there not a commander, not a conqueror of demons, not a hero or a villain, but yourself - a mortal who went through impossible hardships, while retaining his soul and finding love. Sosiel placed himself next to your portrait. You have never seen him paint self-portraits until now."
>"On the next canvas, Sosiel depicted an army ready for battle - and made it so that it is impossible to understand whether you are going to lead it, or fight it alone. You look at the whole triptych as in the mirror, seeing myself in every stroke. The artist portrayed you more than a commander, more than a hero or a villain - a proud, terrible, all-conquering power, a living embodiment of this strange war.
Corrupted version
>He drew himself on his knees, and it's hard to say what is more in his face and posture - awe, adoration, horror, or pain. There is no need to doubt one thing: let the priest still pray to his goddess, his soul, as well as body and mind, entirely belong to you."
>"The only monster that is allowed to own me is you."
>[Kiss Sosiel] "My Sosiel . Only mine, forever..."
>"Only yours ... Forever \ " The priest obediently responds to your kiss, leaning towards you with a body trembling with desire.
Wrath seems to be shaping up more and more like D:OS 2. And to call that game a disaster is to put it lightly.