Posts from Герольд (Radionich)

Creat, officer. Stat distribution: 15:10:25:10 20:10:5:5
Skills:
1)Brilliant Commander 1: A true commander must see the enemy's weaknesses and utilize the strengths of their own soldiers. This skill increases the critical hit chance of all allies (excluding the officer) by 25%.
2)Old School: such extensive military experience has its pros and cons. Effects that reduce AP do not affect you; additionally, you are silver-tongued, allowing you to easily converse with humanoids, especially after a few drinks. However, every enemy hit drains 10 units of your thought speed (up to a total of 100).
Actions:
1)Steel Short Sword
AP: 4, range 1 (cannot be changed). Damage: 46-58 (physical); crit 65 (p)
2)Preparation: Soft Bark Mixture (blind mushroom, amber tincture, sugar)
Restores health and removes negative effects, except for the most persistent ones requiring special treatment.
3)Preparation: Merry Henry's Poultice (grey cuttlefish, sugar snail, water)
Damage is dealt not in the current round, but in the next.
4)Preparation: Healing Ointment (toad-heron slime, salt, water) recipe censored; Sylvans do not use plants except in some special cases
Slowly restores health outside of combat.
Inventory:
1)Steel Short Sword (one-handed)
The method of crafting a steel short sword is practically identical to that of a short steel sword, except for the order of operations.
Evasion chance: -10
Initiative: -25
2)Military Uniform
Not fancy, but as they say, armored lizards aren't afraid of dirt.
Max durability: 100
3)Coins: 10 silver, 20 copper
4)Signet Ring
No flea market would agree to buy this ring, calling it junk, so now it holds historical value for Herald. Although in reality, it looks quite decent, and gold is good at killing germs.
Effect: upon receiving light wounds (up to -25% max health), automatic recovery after battle.
Max durability: 280
5)Medal
For hazardous duty. For the defense of the Southern Falcon.
Max durability: 150
6)Grey Horsetail Pouch
Now anyone can become a potion-making expert! Professor Snape is furious! However, this bag provides a limited number of recipes, which are described in extreme detail inside.
Max durability: 100

Current Stats:
Health 200
Damage bonus: none
Damage resistance: none
Evasion: none
AP: 20
Mana: 20
Initiative: 100 unarmed, 75 with sword.
Experience: 0 (level 1)

Primary
might	accuracy	intelligence	vitality	will	speed	strength	concentration
0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0

Since your biography has an open ending, I will let you choose the starting location of the story yourself. Otherwise, I'll send you to the Well by default. Your choice.

The road leading to the city of Kladez.

Herald woke up with difficulty: trying to do something useful at night, namely sleep, was extremely difficult for him, as he was disturbed by the loud noises and even occasional drunken gunfire. It's a pity that the druids didn't give him a recipe for a drink that would help with insomnia.

After getting dressed, I decided to go down to the tavern to eat and chat about the latest events.

The innkeeper slept soundly on the table, without making a sound. Three drunken patrons watched him warily from their table.

So, grumpy from lack of sleep, I slammed down at the table where the innkeeper was lying and shouted in his ear, "Excuse me, do you have anything to eat?"

Nothing had changed: everyone continued to stay in their poses.

Even more enraged, Harold kicked the table and waited for the Tavernkeeper's reaction.

There was no reaction. One of the three slightly tipsy companions stammered out in alarm:
--E-e-e...

Heh, you're mocking me. Apparently, I won't be having breakfast today, thought Harold, and went up to his room to gather his belongings. Then he went back down and left this most unpleasant establishment, possibly forever.

As he emerged, a gendarme ran up to him:
“I heard something happened here, is it true?”

-Just a typical drunken brawl, nothing special. You know how it usually goes in places like that. They met, got drunk, and started fighting.

--Was anyone hurt?

-- As if I needed to figure it out.

– Alright, thanks for your help, – the gendarme entered the building.