Граф Орлов
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-- Well, if I ever decide to rob someone, I'll say it was the Elves. Oh, you're done already? Awesome, right? Between the first and second...
Mordasty resolutely pours another drink, ignoring any possible objections...
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/Are you heading to Nebok-Revan? You can go to the guardhouse, travel on your own, or find the elder. If needed, here's a quick option 1./
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The guild master looks at Krait and tightens his grip on the hammer in his hand. Then he looks at Krait's hammer and puts his own away.
-- Hand over your stuff.
Less than half an hour later, the alchemist receives his wondrous device. It looks gaudy and ugly, but the scientist smiles with a smile that reminds Krait of a berserker's smile when a crowd of peasants stands before him like meat ready for slaughter.
The Northerner and the alchemist finally find themselves outside the city. After exiting through the southern gate, they walk along the river, then head east. There are about three miles to the city, and a small village can be seen in the distance. The alchemist seems happy to walk – he even coughs less, and his gait has become more brisk and confident. The improvised testing ground is mostly bare, dry ground covered only with last year's grass, which now peacefully bends before the testers, stubborn clumps of weeds, and a few solitary trees. The only thing that adds variety to the melancholic landscape is a ravine with a half-puddle, half-lake at the bottom. Perhaps Krait will paint this gray landscape with bright colors of fire?
-- Well, here we go... -- the adept of science's eyes are already shining with fire.
The alchemist lights a torch, pours his mixture into a clay "pot," inserts a wick, and seals it with wax. After lighting the wick, he hands the bomb to Krait.
-- Throw it! -- He steps back a few meters from Krait, leaving him alone with the explosive, presumably dangerous, object.
Mordasty resolutely pours another drink, ignoring any possible objections...
Added 2 minutes ago
/Are you heading to Nebok-Revan? You can go to the guardhouse, travel on your own, or find the elder. If needed, here's a quick option 1./
Added 47 minutes ago
The guild master looks at Krait and tightens his grip on the hammer in his hand. Then he looks at Krait's hammer and puts his own away.
-- Hand over your stuff.
Less than half an hour later, the alchemist receives his wondrous device. It looks gaudy and ugly, but the scientist smiles with a smile that reminds Krait of a berserker's smile when a crowd of peasants stands before him like meat ready for slaughter.
The Northerner and the alchemist finally find themselves outside the city. After exiting through the southern gate, they walk along the river, then head east. There are about three miles to the city, and a small village can be seen in the distance. The alchemist seems happy to walk – he even coughs less, and his gait has become more brisk and confident. The improvised testing ground is mostly bare, dry ground covered only with last year's grass, which now peacefully bends before the testers, stubborn clumps of weeds, and a few solitary trees. The only thing that adds variety to the melancholic landscape is a ravine with a half-puddle, half-lake at the bottom. Perhaps Krait will paint this gray landscape with bright colors of fire?
-- Well, here we go... -- the adept of science's eyes are already shining with fire.
The alchemist lights a torch, pours his mixture into a clay "pot," inserts a wick, and seals it with wax. After lighting the wick, he hands the bomb to Krait.
-- Throw it! -- He steps back a few meters from Krait, leaving him alone with the explosive, presumably dangerous, object.