The one you see: Two thin blades flash, and both necromancers are split into four pieces. In the raging wind, an elf appears with his left arm strangely dangling... Nearby, Machete lies unconscious. Suddenly, a vampire appears out of thin air and strikes the elf in the side with his flamberge. Good armor absorbed the blow, but the surprise and the powerful strike did their job. The elf flies towards the altar (on which you are lying). The elf mumbles something, and the wind around intensifies... the vampire is thrown somewhere far away... in the rising hurricane, nothing is visible... You lose consciousness, The One.Okay... something peacefully beautiful again? I don't believe it... and there's a cat nearby... Where did it come from? Although - it's ginger, and that's a sign of good luck! And it doesn't matter where it came from...
The chirping of the forest Simu (small birds found in the southern forests of the Empire) was a pleasant sound... The fragrant scent of forest herbs was divine after the stale air and decaying bodies you (The One) inhaled in the Necropolis. Opening your eyes, you saw a clear blue sky above you... endless and beautiful... Something gently licked your hand...
(Describe your actions, The One. The situation is as follows: you are lying in a forest on the southern border of the Empire, in a clearing. Nearby lies Machete, still unconscious, and... the elf is seriously wounded. Machete is constantly restless in his sleep, as if fighting someone, constantly tossing and turning but not regaining consciousness. Nearby, some forest animal has just licked your hand.)
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I look around - I see two people nearby... one is delirious - he's clearly hallucinating. I don't have much strength left to help him - what they did to my soul has completely drained me. But I can still help a little. I saw him trying to save me! I enter his consciousness - oh, what a mess of thoughts and images! Two words from an ancient spell (thankfully, I had a wonderful teacher) - his nightmare ends... He's still unconscious, but his condition is more like a peaceful sleep... he'll wake up soon!
I stroke the cat... and strength seems to return!
Now - the elf... poor thing! He's had a rough time. Not far away, I hear the sound of running water - it's a stream. I walk over and dip my hands into its sparkling waters... Water!!!!!! A few sips - and I've regained my strength... almost completely... I take off my cloak - and tear off the sleeves of my tunic - I'll use them to bandage the wounded elf. It's a pity that I never mastered the art of healing physical wounds... But I'm better with souls...
Apparently, the fresh air and water from the forest stream (or perhaps it's medicinal!) did the trick - the elf is breathing more evenly... He'll be awake soon... In the meantime, I picked up the cat, and under its purring, I sat down under a shady tree... I'll wait
