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Sarabas Nevereverland
Male?, Clan of Scholars?, Diplomacy, Literacy, +2 Strength?, +2 Endurance?, +1 Agility?.
An old door, as ancient as time itself but solid as a mountain range, swings open with the kick of a leather boot – it’s Sarabas Nevereverland come to visit his scholar friends from their shared club.
- Hey there, doodzies! - The members of this club called each other “doodzies,” although no one could remember where that name came from anymore. - So, how's life treating you? How many witches have you bedded, how many enemies drowned in blood, how many monsters skinned? - Looking around and not seeing any epic cloaks or similar items, the speaker nods knowingly. - I see, zero. But that's not surprising. This isn't our territory, us nerds, right? A good excuse, nothing to say about it. Our friend is only capable of reading little books and looking at pictures. - Despite the disparaging speech, there was no arrogance or contempt in the intellectual's eyes. - I see you're all playing this board game, creating characters, writing biographies for them, well done - I approve, it's a useful activity. But life is also a game, and the most important thing in it is to take action. If you don't take action, you don't live, or you live, but not as a human being, but like some kind of mushroom. When you have nothing behind you, it’s very easy to fall into depression and think that life is meaningless – such cliché thinking makes me sad. But if you acquire something – strong muscles, a cool house, status in society, money, professionalism in some field, anything – then your appetite for life will immediately awaken and grow rapidly; you'll just get hungry from this feeling. And then you'll want this, and that, and the fifth, and the tenth – you won't have enough imagination for everything, AND neither will you have enough hands – after all, life isn't a woman's breasts, two aren't enough. Well, why are you silent? After all, I am not some mighty warrior – I can't even wield a sword properly, nor am I a super-mage, or a seducer of kings, but just another doodzie like you – it is quite possible that I will go back through that door and be eaten by a monster, struck by lightning, or something worse happens, but I would rather take that risk than gather dust and mold while waiting for an inevitable end. So think about it, and I'm going to grab fate by the horns. Or maybe it will grab me - we'll see.
Male?, Clan of Scholars?, Diplomacy, Literacy, +2 Strength?, +2 Endurance?, +1 Agility?.
An old door, as ancient as time itself but solid as a mountain range, swings open with the kick of a leather boot – it’s Sarabas Nevereverland come to visit his scholar friends from their shared club.
- Hey there, doodzies! - The members of this club called each other “doodzies,” although no one could remember where that name came from anymore. - So, how's life treating you? How many witches have you bedded, how many enemies drowned in blood, how many monsters skinned? - Looking around and not seeing any epic cloaks or similar items, the speaker nods knowingly. - I see, zero. But that's not surprising. This isn't our territory, us nerds, right? A good excuse, nothing to say about it. Our friend is only capable of reading little books and looking at pictures. - Despite the disparaging speech, there was no arrogance or contempt in the intellectual's eyes. - I see you're all playing this board game, creating characters, writing biographies for them, well done - I approve, it's a useful activity. But life is also a game, and the most important thing in it is to take action. If you don't take action, you don't live, or you live, but not as a human being, but like some kind of mushroom. When you have nothing behind you, it’s very easy to fall into depression and think that life is meaningless – such cliché thinking makes me sad. But if you acquire something – strong muscles, a cool house, status in society, money, professionalism in some field, anything – then your appetite for life will immediately awaken and grow rapidly; you'll just get hungry from this feeling. And then you'll want this, and that, and the fifth, and the tenth – you won't have enough imagination for everything, AND neither will you have enough hands – after all, life isn't a woman's breasts, two aren't enough. Well, why are you silent? After all, I am not some mighty warrior – I can't even wield a sword properly, nor am I a super-mage, or a seducer of kings, but just another doodzie like you – it is quite possible that I will go back through that door and be eaten by a monster, struck by lightning, or something worse happens, but I would rather take that risk than gather dust and mold while waiting for an inevitable end. So think about it, and I'm going to grab fate by the horns. Or maybe it will grab me - we'll see.
