Posts from Sliirr from the Quickhand clan (Ple-Sen).

As soon as the last word left Cerberus's lips, Sleurr darted towards the exit. Unfortunately, in his haste, he forgot about the morning star he had dropped recently and, after just a couple of steps, tripped over it. Trying to keep his balance, the goblin instinctively grabbed one of the golems.

Something strange happened with the armor: it fell to the floor, and a fiery vortex burst out of it, severely burning Sligr (-64 HP). However, the armor didn't move or rise again, which was certainly a good thing.
Feanor tried to attack Cerberus, but it didn't do much, while Cerberus struck back with more force.

Sleerr's scream should have been heard, if not throughout the entire street, then at least throughout the entire house. Somehow regaining his senses, he crawled out of the room.
“Sleerr has had enough. Sleerr is leaving this stupid mansion without that idiotic carpet!” The goblin looked at the “corpse” of the golem. “Or he will burn the mages with a magical armor.”
Standing up, Sleerr walked over to the armor and picked up one of the golem's arms, pointing it at Cerera and Faeanor.

Nothing happened: the armor remained perfectly still, and the second group was climbing the stairs.

- Stupid magic! - exclaimed the goblin, and, tearing it off in anger, he threw the golem's hand towards the wizards.

Despite Sligr's modest assistance, Feanor lost consciousness.
At that moment, the second golem finally climbed the stairs.
"Well, shall we continue?" said Cerera, wounded but confident in her abilities.

Seeing that one of the mages had finally fallen, Slırr reached for another piece of armor. To his disappointment, he found only air; those convenient projectiles were all used up. On the other hand, the remaining sorceress was wounded, and casting spells must have taken a lot of her strength. So, reasoning in this way, Slırr rushed into the attack, taking the time to snatch his weapon from Feanor's hands.

Sliirr grabbed his mace and took a deep breath to catch his breath. Cerera understood the gesture and also began to gather her strength. At that moment, a golem approached Sliirr from behind and exploded, just like the previous one, which wounded Sliirr, who was already not in the best condition.
After the battle with the exhausted enemies, Cerera emerged as the victor.
“I don’t know how you manage to do this with golems, but I’ll spare you this time,” she said to Sliirr, who was losing consciousness from the bleeding.

Unable to move his arms or legs, Slırr lay on the floor. He couldn't hear Ceres' words; the intense pain that engulfed his entire body simply wouldn't allow it.
- How... Slırr... - the goblin mumbled in his last words, - hates... magic...

To ensure synchronization, I have to "wake up" Slig slightly later, when it becomes absolutely clear what environment he will find himself in. ;)

Sliirr woke up in some kind of cart. A bandit was guarding it, but he didn't notice that Sliirr had moved. If he could lift himself up, he would be able to see that very tower; it was standing quite close by.

- Did Sllirr annoy Primate so much that Cerera took him back?

– What? – the thug said, surprised.

- You don't look like Cerberus, a Primate, or a walking suit of armor.

Bandit wanted to point out that this was a very insightful observation, but he was only a nobleman at heart and by nickname, so he simply said:
-Ehhh...