AstralLein
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Yeah, the stats are definitely not great. But this bracelet... with this bracelet, you can clear the antechamber of all its undead victims. A good thing.
Oh, the progenitor of the Sord people... What is this? Humans! They just appeared in the middle of the antechamber! That's what it means... and they shed blood and died here... although you can't get antechamber points without visiting the rooms. Interesting... Using teleportation to tactically spend activity points in the antechamber... sounds like a plan.
– Not bad, humans, not bad. To rewrite the rules of this place with magic... If I could do that, my companions wouldn't have died, – Rurek praised the uninvited guests without much hostility. – You humans always outsmart everyone. I've even stopped being surprised by your ingenuity. Especially when used for nefarious purposes. In fact, that's why I'm here. I'm very sad, and therefore you'll have to listen to my sad story.
Rurek twirled the bracelet in his hand, sighed, put it on, and began his story.
– There's something trustworthy about you, man with the cool mustache. Once I met a scorched human... He was about like you, only the opposite. He radiated distrust and malice. So! Once, my friend Vatagash and I decided to look for new friends. To fight the humans. Not all of them, but one clan of lustful firelings. We really wanted to stop their evil deeds. We gathered a whole squad of Sords! A mighty force, you might say, – Rurek grinned. – But not really... we found friends and went to look for even more friends. But instead, we met a squad of firelings who were moving into the forest with clearly bad intentions. We decided to stand up for the new friends and even drove away the hotheads, but... there was a "boom!" – Rurek snapped his fingers. – There's no more Vatagash, and many others are gone. But the leader of the firelings and a couple of his comrades escaped. I mentioned the scorched human, right? This leader had already crossed my path and was walking around with the scorched one. We didn't really know each other, but it's still annoying. What's my point? We believed in our strength. And in strong male friendship. But it turned out that one human, filled with some kind of evil energy, was enough to send a squad of Sords to oblivion. That's where I got my disfigurement, – Rurek touched his face. – I survived... but Vatagash didn't! If only I could turn to the higher powers... I would ask them to bring Vatagash back! And then... then I lost faith in the best and went to explore the antechamber for my new friends. Only, the friends, it seems, didn't really understand what this antechamber was. One was killed in the very first room, another lost his mind and skills, three fell victim to poison. And I survived again. Only now it's become difficult to breathe. Apparently, I caught something. And here we are. I have a beautiful bracelet and an improved hammer. But were they worth all the sacrifices? What do you think, humans?
The frank Sord stared at the huge idol. I wonder if he will even bargain with those who ended up in the center of the antechamber unfairly? Or does he not care?
Oh, the progenitor of the Sord people... What is this? Humans! They just appeared in the middle of the antechamber! That's what it means... and they shed blood and died here... although you can't get antechamber points without visiting the rooms. Interesting... Using teleportation to tactically spend activity points in the antechamber... sounds like a plan.
– Not bad, humans, not bad. To rewrite the rules of this place with magic... If I could do that, my companions wouldn't have died, – Rurek praised the uninvited guests without much hostility. – You humans always outsmart everyone. I've even stopped being surprised by your ingenuity. Especially when used for nefarious purposes. In fact, that's why I'm here. I'm very sad, and therefore you'll have to listen to my sad story.
Rurek twirled the bracelet in his hand, sighed, put it on, and began his story.
– There's something trustworthy about you, man with the cool mustache. Once I met a scorched human... He was about like you, only the opposite. He radiated distrust and malice. So! Once, my friend Vatagash and I decided to look for new friends. To fight the humans. Not all of them, but one clan of lustful firelings. We really wanted to stop their evil deeds. We gathered a whole squad of Sords! A mighty force, you might say, – Rurek grinned. – But not really... we found friends and went to look for even more friends. But instead, we met a squad of firelings who were moving into the forest with clearly bad intentions. We decided to stand up for the new friends and even drove away the hotheads, but... there was a "boom!" – Rurek snapped his fingers. – There's no more Vatagash, and many others are gone. But the leader of the firelings and a couple of his comrades escaped. I mentioned the scorched human, right? This leader had already crossed my path and was walking around with the scorched one. We didn't really know each other, but it's still annoying. What's my point? We believed in our strength. And in strong male friendship. But it turned out that one human, filled with some kind of evil energy, was enough to send a squad of Sords to oblivion. That's where I got my disfigurement, – Rurek touched his face. – I survived... but Vatagash didn't! If only I could turn to the higher powers... I would ask them to bring Vatagash back! And then... then I lost faith in the best and went to explore the antechamber for my new friends. Only, the friends, it seems, didn't really understand what this antechamber was. One was killed in the very first room, another lost his mind and skills, three fell victim to poison. And I survived again. Only now it's become difficult to breathe. Apparently, I caught something. And here we are. I have a beautiful bracelet and an improved hammer. But were they worth all the sacrifices? What do you think, humans?
The frank Sord stared at the huge idol. I wonder if he will even bargain with those who ended up in the center of the antechamber unfairly? Or does he not care?