Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

Osbert vs. the Nameless One The Nameless One wins the initiative. Helmet strikes: both hit, both are knocked from their saddles, both are able to continue the fight. Helmet strikes: both hit, both are knocked from their saddles, both are able to continue the fight. Helmet strikes: both hit, both are knocked from their saddles, both are able to continue the fight, Osbert the Healer is injured. -- Injury! Two-minute break, then the fight continues! Osbert dismounts and removes his helmet, trying his best to maintain a stoic expression – his will is enough to wave to the spectators, but as soon as he reaches the healers, his face contorts in pain. -- You faceless creature... right under the breastplate. It doesn't take much intelligence to understand that the viscount has a broken right collarbone – his right arm can barely move. -- Osbert, hold on! Don't disgrace the country! Just one, one lucky hit – and he'll go down and won't get up, -- Raimund pats the nobleman encouragingly on the shoulder, causing the latter to let out a stifled groan. -- Come on, healers, give him something for the pain, time is ticking. -- Go to the Void, Raimund... I don't need to lose an eye. -- You have to, brother, you have to, people are watching, pull yourself together! -- I don't need anything anymore.

Added 8 minutes ago

- They can, they can. The more fluff a little man has, the less real significance he has. As you know. So, team. Let's go?

-- Let's go, let's go! Tell me when you want to play something of your own, and we'll adjust. One bout before the final round, while the healers patch up the viscount, Gunnlaug and Amadeo compare their winnings on the bets. -- And I told you that you should have bet on the edgelord, -- the northerner smirks. -- If he wins now, I'll have more than fifty silver. -- Yes, I understand, I understand, -- Amadeo drowns his sorrows from the failed bets with hot wine. -- Tifa's intuition is something else. Melodi, you were going to bet, right? -- I'll bet everything I have in the final – let's see if you'll still be bragging about your winnings. -- Everything? And if you lose? -- Of course, I'll go to a brothel, and in the morning I'll beg in the square... Why do I need money? I won't find a better tool, I already have food and shelter. -- Solid, can't argue with that.

Added 17 minutes ago
In the final, everyone fights everyone, bets are only on who will take what place.

Added 24 minutes ago

Ottar returns home to sleep. He didn't drink blood again, but what can you do... he has had to go without food for weeks. Blood... it is both ubiquitous and extremely rare.

He is tormented by blood nightmares again, but Ottar can still start a new day, albeit with a loss of 4 units of sanity. At least he is physically healthy now.

Added 7 minutes ago

- I don't even know what to say... Maybe she takes "processed victims" to the academy for experiments? Under the guise of "volunteers"... That's her "business"... And this Tomasz has some kind of "share"...
- No, that's nonsense... Besides, these "vegetables" seem to walk around the streets afterwards...
- Or maybe they walk around after the "experiments"?
- Nothing useful comes to mind... And this guy, he's probably just an "executor" for them. He probably doesn't know anything useful...

- Either the witch is the leader and is now "making a run for it", or she has gone "higher up", and then I don't know what they have in mind...
- Well, I'm going to the alchemist, I guess. Maybe he really has something useful. Anyone want to join me? - the last question is addressed to the "brothers in faith".

-- So, detectives?! Who are we killing today? -- Vol demar barely manages to finish speaking when the sheriff arrives at the town hall – a large, graying man who smells of beer even more than the drunkard from the tavern. -- My guys are ready. The slums are cordoned off, two squads with sergeants are going to storm.