Happy Life
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The situations are similar in the details, but differ in the overall picture.
Back then, I imbued Caralia with the memory of all of you—those who perished in the castle of Zhirovik (and those who died earlier, like Larte), who was the strongest in their entire sect according to the lore, and whom we nonetheless heroically defeated despite the GM's expectations—and a desire to avenge you; my scorched revenant lived solely on that self-driven fuel according to his bio. Moreover, victory had been handed to that no-name in that fight. We couldn't break through each other's defenses, and the GM decided he should cast bleeding on me, even though neither the hit nor the negative effect were allowed by the mechanics, simply because otherwise the fight would never have ended.
But in the last one, I was getting crushed from start to finish; that was already just a negligible final twig.
Back then, I imbued Caralia with the memory of all of you—those who perished in the castle of Zhirovik (and those who died earlier, like Larte), who was the strongest in their entire sect according to the lore, and whom we nonetheless heroically defeated despite the GM's expectations—and a desire to avenge you; my scorched revenant lived solely on that self-driven fuel according to his bio. Moreover, victory had been handed to that no-name in that fight. We couldn't break through each other's defenses, and the GM decided he should cast bleeding on me, even though neither the hit nor the negative effect were allowed by the mechanics, simply because otherwise the fight would never have ended.
But in the last one, I was getting crushed from start to finish; that was already just a negligible final twig.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
