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Dorian one-shots Eresuk with a hammer and brings the remains of the terrifying and blasphemous abomination to the throne of Ona. For this, his name is cleared, and we all become friends again.
But what about revenge for Vatagash?
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
- He-he, it was irrationally fun! Congratulations, Nikak!
—Thank you, even though it was indeed "irrational" on my part... —Nikak agreed and thought that now, out of five names, he only had two left. —But at least you... you can still gather information about the situation in the city, so my loss in this regard isn't a big deal for the cause. It's just a pity that this investment of time didn't bring us any closer to any of the goals.
—Thank you, even if it really was "irrational" of me... —Nikak agreed, thinking that now, out of five names, he only had two left. —But at least you... you can still gather information about the situation in the city, so my loss in this regard is not significant for the cause. It's just a pity that this investment of time didn't bring us any closer to any of the goals.
- We don't make mistakes; we just stumble upon happy little accidents!Any information can be useful in its own way. For example, thanks to the Tournaments, we learned more about the abilities of the inhabitants of Iczakan, and the contest revealed the vulnerabilities of their hearts.
The contest revealed the vulnerable spots in their hearts.
Perhaps that's the only reason he signed up! ☺️
—Perhaps so. —Dorian pondered something for a moment. —Hmm, I've wanted to ask this for a long time, but I never had a good opportunity... Wouldn't you want to be on the surface? To escape this night world? If such an opportunity suddenly arose.
- Yeah! There's probably a lot of interesting things there, and you can make new friends!As well as learn about your own past and acquire new materials for research.
Added 6 minutes later Ugar spends 3 activity points, learns Counterattack, and then goes to the Warriors, spending activity points on Insight.
Noxis and Okonbra spend activity points on the Wizards (+1 to both), Okonbra spends 1 point on Intelligence, 2 on Aesthetics; both learn Counterattack.
Galak is sad that he doesn't have any activity points to spend.
Bo spends activity points on Intelligence (+1).
- Indeed! There must be many interesting things there, and we can make new friends!As well as learn about our own past and acquire new materials for research.
—Well, I will keep that in mind. Sometimes I get the feeling that in this world, we are becoming increasingly cramped. The surface would offer a breath of fresh air and a chance to rewrite our destiny... if we can. And if Eresuk goes to the surface, and Mugon refuses to lead, the remaining spark will collapse under its own weight.
well, I think after two such costly events, it would be fair to update everyone's activity :)
Ukon impassively observed the commotion. Standing at a distance from the crowd, near the exit of the location, leaning against the wall, he could easily trip someone, and the mustachioed fellow would have to rely on his agility or endure a blow to his leg. But that wasn't his business, and it didn't matter.
Having imprinted the childishly simple, carefree Kanaev face in his memory, he leaves the location – deeper into the Community premises.
After wandering through the dusty corridors, which hadn't been cleaned for a long time, and perhaps no one had even stepped foot in them – this guild isn't known for its active backend – he finally reaches the room he needed.
Approaching the shabby cabinet, he pulls out a heavily worn tome. The faded cover shows traces of someone's greasy fingers, some pages are stuck together, and some have been torn out. Wrinkling his nose at the layer of dust swirling in the air, Ukon licks his finger and flips through the pages, filled with names, until he reaches the entry he needs – made years, or perhaps decades ago? – already half-faded. He had to apply considerable effort to open the stubbornly sealed inkwell and fiddle with the quill to get some ink from it, but he finally managed to do so. With bold, sweeping strokes, he crosses out his name from the Community members' register, slightly underestimating the fragility of the book and tearing a part of the page, just like the pigs who had damaged the paper before him. Blowing on the quill to help it dry, he closes the book and returns it to its place.
Taking off his jacket and leaving only his cloak on his bare torso, he feels his horns, then takes a file out of his bag and begins to work on them. Usually, he wasn't too concerned about the smoothness of the cut, but this time he approached the task thoroughly and didn't give up until he achieved a perfectly even surface.
Having also sharpened the axe, which was completely unnecessary, as he hadn't made a single strike since the last time, he puts away all his things and leaves the hall the same way he came.
For the first time in a long time, he feels a draft on his exposed skin – an unusual, but not unpleasant sensation – and begins his ascent to the throne.