Nowaru

V.2: bug fix.
Lately, Erefeer has been spending a lot of time in Grevan's forge, and sometimes she also visits "The Knight's Honor," always asking to be shown knightly techniques. Of course, she hoped to cross swords with the valiant knight in a training duel, but only if he was in the right mood.
She paid little attention to what was happening in the city: well, it doesn't matter, she won't be staying here for long, and then she'll leave.
Now she came to Halgar's forge and, yes, she asked that very question:
-- And what is this belt for?

Oh, Shushuk, hello! Nice to see you! Need any equipment?)

Shushuk and Erefir met each other in Halgard's forge. The blacksmith's apprentice looked at them questioningly, wondering which question he should answer first.

Reven, how many houses did I manage to build in these 22 days?

Shushuk and Erefir met each other in Halgard's smithy. The blacksmith's apprentice looked at them questioningly, wondering which question he should answer first.

"She would look much better without armor," the orc thought, looking at Erefir.

- Ladies first.

If I had killed him, it would have been worse. But at least I have a scroll now. :)

- Ladies first.

-- Thank you! -- the nosenrotka cast a very kind look at the orc, thinking that such polite orcs were quite rare. Well, perhaps she hadn't met that many orcs in general. -- Just say a few words, if you can! I'm just a blacksmith, but I didn't think belts could be used for anything. Maybe it's very silly of me...

If I had killed him, it would have been worse. But at least I have a scroll.

Well, actually, yes: he took it and left the city. Too bad you don't have a scholar mage to learn the spell from the scroll...

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If anything, let the guy respond and switch to Nebka, otherwise I'm probably going to sleep.

-I'm home! -Adilika, with a noticeably emptier bottle of murky liquor in one hand, kicked the entrance door to her small room, causing it to creak slightly and almost come off its hinges.
-Shhh. -the Thiliian hissed to herself, cautiously looking around. -Everything is okay! Everything is in its place! No need to, you know, accuse me of anything!
Collapsing into the empty room, the rogue stumbled over an old cabinet, let out a piercing scream, and swore loudly. Then, sighing with relief, she plopped down on the bed, raising clouds of dirty dust, sneezed loudly, took another swig of alcohol, tossed the bottle aside, laughed, and stared at the ceiling, which was covered in cobwebs.
-Roma for me! Yo-ho-ho! -coughing, the Thiliian banged her fist on the tilting table, although, over time, they had stopped paying attention to this call in the tavern. Her dirty hair was tangled at shoulder level, her eyes were dull and had lost their usual playful sparkle, her cheeks were sunken, her face was noticeably pale, and the first wrinkles were beginning to appear. It seemed that the assassin had aged several years in the past few weeks.
-What's the news, captain? -Adilika asked, staring questioningly at the window, which was covered with tattered pieces of dark fabric, as she somehow managed to put her feet on the bed. Supporting her head with her hands with difficulty, the Thiliian lost touch with reality for a few minutes. Then, suddenly jolting awake, the rogue came to her senses, a flash of pain crossed her face, she turned over to the other side, and, burying her face in the crumpled blankets, began to tear at her hair.
-You're crying again! Stop it, do you hear? I'm fed up! Be quiet! Shut up!
This continued for some time before moments of absolute emptiness and inner exhaustion replaced the fits. During these times, the Thiliian simply lay there, having neither the strength nor the desire to get up. What was ahead? What was in the past? What was happening now? Only emptiness, almost no thoughts, emotions, or feelings swirled in her head.
"I'm sorry, Lady Ayri. And you too, Lady Ea," Adilika thought during rare moments of clarity. "I lost your gift. I lost my treasure. And I lost you too. And I couldn't save you. And I lost you too. I lost everything. What should I do now? There's nothing left. Only darkness. Yes, ha. Nothing left. And yet, I don't want to die either. Why? Because nothing is left? Oh, well, what difference does it make."

If needed, let the guy answer and switch to Nebka, otherwise I'm probably going to sleep.

Shushuk learns about the sword's properties (can the kid do that?) and asks how much the helmet costs in silver.

Just in case, here's a little script: I wait for Nebok to finish, then I ask about the Warrior's Bane, Lord of Nature (whether they restrict movement, which is the main concern), and the King's Law. Ta-da!

I guess I'll have to teleport to another country and create a new character.

Although Tirze managed to sell her trophies ("Narcissus" to Halgarr, if it didn't backfire), the need for the earned money disappeared on its own. The Awakened had no idea whether Ea had truly escaped, simply in a different way, or had been quietly executed. But what she did know for sure was that Lord Lutros had completely lost touch with reality. In any case, the rescue operation failed, and no further instructions came from the order. And, although Tirze was lucky enough to avoid the hunt for Teosians, she needed to get out of Illinar. After all, until the recent events, she had found her time here almost pleasant.

- Ah, Mirabella Ludenberg, my dear, so much has happened in the city, I'm glad you're alright! - Due to recent events, Mirabella had to postpone her tour of key locations. - Are you preparing for a swim?

- Yes? I apologize, I've been too absorbed in my own thoughts and concerns lately to pay attention to the agenda; I'm not quite up to date on what's been happening. I don't even remember if I've slept since the beginning of my assignment. But that's not important - the colonial mission must continue, no matter what, and I came to you to overcome a new step towards completing this task. Preliminary crew number: n people. What can you advise me to do to provide for them?

-- But what is this belt for?

- It's hard for me to explain how it works, but I assure you, it will be perfect for any warrior using heavy armor.

Shushuk learns about the sword's properties (the kid can do that, after all) and asks how much the helmet costs in silver.

- Oooo, - the guy was amazed, - this is the legendary "Righteousness"
Damage: 125, ignores armor and resistances.
Darnians, Assyrians, dwarves, orcs, Shunians, and other non-humans take double damage. This also applies to followers of Nishant or Elulu-Suen. Followers of any religion (except the Kalevrite) or wizards using the magic of Ishanad will be paralyzed with a 100% chance (may not work more than once every three turns). Indestructible.
Can only be used by a non-believer or a follower of the Kalevrite faith.