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Cocytus (axe), damage: 0, paralyzes all who attempt to attack the character or an ally on an adjacent cell (before the attack).
If you throw, for example, a pumpkin onto an empty cell or a standing "non-ally" and in doing so hit Lady Frost (or her ally), does that count as an "attack on the character" (or ally)?
Revan already answered above that the pumpkin is considered the aggressor. Unless you mean a pumpkin with direct damage, rather than "inflicts burn on all in radius."
Cocytus (axe), damage: 0, paralyzes anyone who tries to attack the character or an ally on an adjacent cell (before the attack).
If you throw, for example, a pumpkin onto an empty cell or a nearby "non-ally" and in doing so hit Lady Frost (or her ally), does that count as an "attack on the character" (or ally)?
Revan already answered above that the pumpkin is considered the aggressor. Unless you mean a pumpkin with direct damage, rather than "inflicts burn on all in radius."
I mean with direct damage.
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
Zedil Mox's hammer swung past his head, and in return, his hand viciously grabbed the face of the Knight of Unbridled Violence and slammed it into the floor.
- I understand him, but rather than worrying so much, he could have just let them go free in all four directions. I suppose a successful businessman always has a certain risk-taking streak when looking at assets. As for you, - Lester places a huge palm on the squire's pauldron, completely covering it. - If you don't want to, don't tear yourself apart, no one is forcing you. But life is full of many things, Alseus Blugran of Blexol: suffering, trials, and triumphs. The early years are the hardest for everyone, but to everything else - it is long. You are young, not bad-looking, and it's far too early for you to give up on it. And the further you advance through it, the more memories blur. Live without a bright spot for a dozen years or two - a year or two or three of success, and you'll almost forget them. Right now you won't take my word for it, but in time you'll see for yourself. I don't know what your customs are, but in Kanamia, we don't break necks and bury them in the arena without cause. It's possible to climb out of any pit. I demand loyalty - serve me faithfully, and you will lack for nothing. That is my word, and my word is harder than tungsten, - a piercing gaze, with an otherworldly note unusual for him in his normal state, like a misericorde, bores into the interlocutor's pupils, awaiting an answer.
- My lord... Not long ago, Lord Sjöfnlofn, may he forgive me for revealing his wounds, went on an official visit to the Lady of Revnland, brought rich gifts, and took his family along. He is a commoner, moreover from a family with no past prestige, so for someone like him, our ruler, though an outcast among lords, was still a great opportunity to rise higher. As he put it, "to expand prospects toward an even more fruitful and brilliant future," or something like that? So, the negotiations were going well, but at some point he said something, I don't remember exactly what, something typical of a merchant, you know when masters of that craft try to squeeze an extra penny out of their interlocutor? Something like that. So Her Highness's expression changed immediately, as if winter had descended in the room. She said, "I see that the gleam of gold coins is a source of delight for your eye; so be it, I will pay you in plenty!", then she walked over, struck him in the eye with her heel - strange that she didn't knock it out - and added with an evil grin, "but the goods I buy will be at my discretion." Well then, your colleague, the Knight of Unbridled Violence, immobilized him and, holding him by the hair, forced him to watch as the castle guards did their thing with his wife and daughter, and in the end she paid him one gold coin for each person who participated in that outrage. And then they were simply released. Do you understand, my lord? There are things in this world against which a man is powerless. If this is the price of love, then I do not wish to experience it. Remembering their relationship, I don't even know how he holds himself together, still managing to participate in this celebration somehow. I couldn't do that - I'd probably just jump off the nearest tower. But be that as it may, I will approach my service seriously, at least you can be sure of that.
Having listened to this unpleasant story with a stone face, Vargas replies: - Once I caught a thief red-handed, a boy about fifteen years old, maybe sixteen - he looked underfed and sickly. He reached into the pocket of a distracted shopkeeper who was busy with inventory, but didn't manage to pull it off. The punishment for that here is not light, but I didn't make a scene, I led him away from sight and questioned him. He was trembling a lot, begging for forgiveness, and when he recognized me, he burst into tears. He thought it was the end for him, told me about his sick little sister, and that they were orphans. Do you think I believed him? Of course not, anyone in his place would make up any story just to get off the hook. Lead on, I said, show her to me. And he led me - to a decent but dilapidated house, practically no furniture inside, nothing, it had clearly seen better days. And there she really was, lying unconscious, covered in sweat, breathing heavily and hoarsely. A depressing sight, I'm no doctor, but anyone could see her days were numbered. I wanted to recommend a good doctor, would have even shelled out the money, so he could at least help her spend her remaining time in peace. But the boy refused, said he wanted to swipe something to buy lilies of the valley, that it was their mother's favorite flower, she used to weave wreaths from them. Can you imagine? Lilies of the valley! He didn't even know no one sells them. And I had scoured the whole area, told him the place where they grow - outside the walls, in a small forest. And his tired little eyes lit up. I let him go in the end. He ran for the lilies of the valley, and I followed him - just in case, the area was already a bit wild. How he pushed through the branches, scratching himself, falling and cutting himself, barely keeping his balance, but he kept going, gritting his teeth. He wandered around and finally reached the spot, and there the lilies of the valley had grown thick, almost knee-deep - lie down on that featherbed and you'd disappear from sight. And he started picking them, had already gathered an armful, when there was a growl. A wolf, a lone one, which was unusual, also emaciated, but clearly angry. The kid froze as soon as he saw the animal. I was hiding behind a birch sapling, got into a stance - hand on my weapon, ready to jump out. But the boy came to his senses, dropped the flowers, grabbed a stick. He was shaking all over, tears in his eyes, but he stood his ground. That behavior surprised me then, many in his situation would have run, so I decided to wait and see. The beast circled back and forth, then jumped, aiming for the throat as usual. They fell, and the kid shoved the stick into its mouth, so neither could really bite down nor do anything. I drew my weapon, straightened up, and the boy reached around with his free hand, found a rock, and smacked it on the skull - once, twice, three times. The wolf yelped and ran off. Halfway, it stopped, looked back, and the kid stood against it - with a rock and a stick, like a veritable Knight of the Onslaught. He drove it off in the end, gathered an armful, and headed out. It did manage to bite him once in that scuffle, but not badly. When he got home, I peeked through the window - his sister had caught a glimpse of him, was conscious. And when she saw him, battered, with a broken armful of lilies of the valley, stained with blood, which he laid out on her bed, barely standing, she burst into tears. She hugged him, whispered something. The mission was accomplished, and I left, leaving them that moment. But you know what? Much later, I saw her again - delivering orders at a summer café. Brisk as can be, no paleness, darting around like the wind. I asked the neighbors, it turns out she recovered, and without any medicine. Apparently, the sight of her brother, her last close relative, nearly perished, struck her so deeply that she found the strength within herself and overcame the illness, - squinting, Lester gazed at Aconia approaching sunset. - It's up to you to decide what to think about life, what to hope for or the opposite. But for every insurmountable thing, there is also its own miracle.
- Lady Stefania Valentine, Knight of the Wind, wins!
- Nothing less was to be expected from a knight of Gildaria, - Adalard Grimm said with approval in his voice, as if forgetting that the girl had failed to distinguish herself with a victory at the tournament.
Unfortunately, no special prize had been prepared for this event.
-- Congratulations, milady Stefania, - Axel approached the girl to pinch her ass congratulate the winner. - I'm not surprised that you turned out to be the best shot. And most importantly, you wiped the nose of that centaurophobe.
The knight uttered the last words in a whisper, so that only Stefania could hear.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
- Lady Stefania Valentine, Knight of the Wind, wins!
- Nothing less was to be expected from a knight of Gildaria, - Adalard Grimm said with approval in his voice, as if forgetting that the girl had failed to distinguish herself with a victory at the tournament.
Unfortunately, no special prize had been prepared for this event.
Unfortunately, no special prize was prepared for this event.
"Well then, there's no need to be too upset," thought Emilia, congratulating the winner.
— Thank you. I saw how you handle the bow. Perhaps it's a good thing that you serve as a judge in the tournament and the melee.
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- The winner is Lady Stefania Valentine, Knight of the Wind!
- Nothing less was to be expected from a knight of Gildaria, — Adalard Grimm announced with approval in his voice, as if forgetting that the girl had failed to distinguish herself with a victory in the tournament.
Unfortunately, no special prize was prepared for this event.
-- Congratulations, my lady Stefania, — Axel approached the girl to pinch her ass congratulate the winner. — I'm not surprised that you turned out to be the best marksman. And most importantly, you wiped the nose of that centaurophobe.
The knight spoke the last words in a whisper, so that only Stefania could hear.
The girl dodged the attempt to pinch her ass.
— Thank you, — the girl, with a happy smile on her face as if she had just been handed a bouquet of flowers, shook Axel's hand, then quietly added in a whisper:
— And that chocolate maniac too.
The remark could only be heard by the knight of Deus, and that was all she needed. Stefania accepted all the congratulations and headed toward Adalard:
— My lord, permission to report, — the girl, out of her military habit, saluted her liege. — In the intervals between tournament fights, I analyzed some of the battles. I decided to review not only my own duels but also all the fights we had the chance to observe. Perhaps knowledge of the strengths and weaknesses of other knights will prove useful in the future.
The girl showed Adalard a stack of already prepared reports and clarified whether he planned to review them himself first, or if everything should be handed over to the responsible person immediately. Having finished with the work formalities, Stefania added:
— I also cannot fail to note how Lord Aldelion distinguished himself in the archery competition. I don't know who taught him to shoot, but that instructor achieved magnificent results! A rare marksman at such a young age can make 9 hits out of 10 in a volley. If Lady Amelia were alive, she would be absolutely delighted.
In truth, Stefania still felt a pang of regret that she had not managed to take at least third or fourth place in the tournament. Winning a fight against two of the three knights of Deus was already worth a lot, and yet, as a knight of Gildaria, she wished to achieve more. Instead, the girl had only managed to show a high result in the rather sheltered conditions of target shooting.
Some colleague might say that was great, but her seemingly sincere and genuine joy was marred by such an important detail. She felt she had not done enough, and that could not help but upset her. Those around her, however, could only see the radiant smile of the Knight of the Wind. What was truly in her heart at that moment could only be understood by those who truly knew Stefania.
- I understand him, but rather than worrying so much, he could have just let them go free in all four directions. I suppose a successful dealer always has a certain risk-taking streak when looking at assets. As for you, - Lester places a huge palm on the squire's pauldron, completely covering it. - If you don't want to, don't push yourself; no one is forcing you. But life is full of many things, Alseus Bluegrun of Blexol: suffering, trials, and triumphs. The early years are the hardest for everyone, but to everything else — life is long. You are young, not bad-looking, and it's far too early for you to give up on it. And the further you go along it, the more memories blur. Live without a bright spot for a dozen years or two — a year or two or three of success, and you'll almost forget them. Right now you won't take my word for it, but in time you'll see for yourself. I don't know what your customs are, but here in Canamia, it's not customary to break someone's neck and bury them in the arena — without a reason. You can climb out of any pit. I demand loyalty — serve me faithfully, and you will lack for nothing. That is my word, and my word is harder than tungsten, - a piercing gaze, with an otherworldly note unusual for him in his normal state, like a misericorde, bores into the interlocutor's pupils, awaiting an answer.
- My lord... Not long ago, Lord Sjöfnlofn, may he forgive me for revealing his wounds, went on an official visit to the Lady of Revnland, brought rich gifts with him, took his family along. He is a commoner, especially from a family with no past prestige, so for someone like him, our ruler, though an outcast among the lords, was still a great opportunity to rise higher. As he put it, "to expand prospects toward an even more fruitful and brilliant future," or something like that? So, the negotiations were going well, but at some point he said something, I don't remember exactly what, something ordinary and haggling-like, you know when masters of that trade try to squeeze an extra penny out of their interlocutor? Something like that. Then Her Highness's expression changed instantly, as if winter had descended into the room. She said, "I see that the gleam of gold coins is a source of delight for your eye; so be it, I will pay you handsomely!" Then she walked over, struck him in the eye with her heel — strange that she didn't knock it out — and with an evil grin added, "but the goods I buy will be at my discretion." Well then, your colleague, the Knight of Unbridled Violence, immobilized him and, holding him by the hair, forced him to watch as the castle guards did... that very thing to his wife and daughter, and in the end she paid him one gold coin for each person who participated in that outrage. And then they were simply let go. Do you understand, my lord? There are things in this world against which a man is powerless. If that is the price of love, then I do not wish to experience it. Remembering their relationship, I don't even know how he holds himself together, still managing to participate in this celebration somehow. I couldn't do that — I'd probably just jump off the nearest tower. But be that as it may, I will take my service seriously, at least you can be sure of that.
A pity, of course, about that good man...
Looking at the merchant's origin and his prizes, I awkwardly wonder — does the flask for the rage by any chance contain juice from the fruits of Tiaraal?
"— And indeed, I think we would have found common ground with her. When you lose everything at such a young age, risking a life of torment, but a stroke of luck pulls you from the depths of despair — it inevitably changes your outlook on things. It makes you truly appreciate what seem like ordinary blessings and cling with all your might to the second chance you've been given," she nods, "a lesson well learned. As long as there remains even a shred of strength in your body and your mind is clear, you should not abandon hope and must fight to the end, no matter what the universe throws in your face. One could argue that this is the true human spirit — the ability to live against fate, despite adversity."
"— I think so too. We'll chew it over and see, as they say." Said the islander, grabbing a plate from the nearest table and cutting himself a huge slice of cake. "You can't find this kind of stuff back home, so I figure I'll fill my belly while I have the chance. And I recommend you don't hold back either."
— Space in the stomach, alas, is limited, so one must be selective," Alaria's gaze appraisingly assessed the assortment of desserts, and not only those, on the tables nearest them, "and I also try to watch my diet to avoid any unpleasant surprises. Though today, perhaps, an exception can be made. But for me, this day rich in delicacies is also a good opportunity to take a closer look at more unusual cuisine. Especially when the dishes are provided by master chefs from all corners of Tezoth. Because I myself, in a way, am a cook, even if it doesn't show. So the right choice of meal has every chance of becoming a new gastronomic revelation for me. However, I won't deny that cakes hold a special place in my heart — a rare type of dish that lends itself to visual presentation to the same degree. When you know who this treat is intended for, it allows you to express yourself better, so that the fruit of your labor nourishes not only a person's body but also their soul..."
Deus's announcement came as a surprise to Catharsis, but a very pleasant one. The opportunity to fight shoulder to shoulder with noble neighbors, and not against the monsters of the Crater of Regret, but against monsters in the service of Deus? To clash once more with the brave knights of Canamia, and perhaps even take revenge on them for the tournament, would be a pleasure. The benefit to the queen from such a spectacle was also clear: not only an exciting battle, but also a situation where she would win regardless of the outcome. Would her warriors win? It proves the strength and influence of the capital. Would the northerners win? It shows that the best of the best stand guard over the peace of Tezoth.
— ... well, it seems the meal will have to be postponed for later. However, given the situation, it only brings me joy.
If a character is paralyzed, but their creature is not, can the character, after skipping their turn, then ride away somewhere on the creature? (presumably yes, since the character's and pet's turns are "independent", but I'm clarifying just in case)
The character gives commands to the creature, so it also skips turns.
Is a diagonal cell considered "adjacent"?
For range 1 - no.
If you throw, for example, a pumpkin at an empty cell or a standing nearby "non-ally" and it hits Lady Moroz (or her ally), is that considered a "character's attack" (on an ally)?
It is considered if it deals direct damage.
What about the OD for this tour and for the bugurt afterwards?
- My Lord Galahadradron, Knight of the Golden Coin.
My Lord Axel von Himmel, Knight of the Gloomy Sky from Albus, servant of Deus Mariarnelia, adherent of Renavan's Melancholy.
My Lady Chonchonlia Quinthea, Knight of the Milk Chocolate from Kabochi, servant of Lord Grimban Odolerus, adherent of the Spirit of Ceres.
My Lady Alsira Vecchi d'Arcréde, Knight of the Moon Shadow from Forun, servant of Ciel Pinkoflight.
My Lord Ambrose Turbon, Knight of Hegemony from Kisgilt, servant of Deus Mariarnelia.
My Lady Nelia Vesta, Knight of Joy from Heroes' Village, servant of Lord Galmeus Draxlaüs, adherent of Satanid's Morality.
My Lord Lester Vargas, Knight of Dawn Steel from Kanamia, servant of Deus Mariarnelia.
"My Lord" Galahadradron, Knight of the Golden Coin from Sumika, servant of Stratos Genburry, adherent of Velchmetra's Radiance.
Sir Orvald de Martelam, Knight of the Golden Tower from Flowers, servant of Lord Gitgood Flaveresens, adherent of Eidoism.
My Lady Alaria Doran, Knight of Catharsis from Lamento, servant of Lord Kaleido Cartridge.
My Lord Yin, Knight of Serene Bliss from Kamkam, servant of Deus Mariarnelia, adherent of Yuzulori.
My Lady Stefania Valentine, Knight of the Wind from Nevikata, servant of Lord Adalard Grimm, adherent of Renavan's Melancholy.
My Lord Avesom de Superior, Knight of Virtuosity from Nebula, servant of Lord Berserius Secretgarten, adherent of the Spirit of Ceres.
My Lord Ferlyuts Secretgarten, Knight of Impeccability from Landart, heir of Lord Berserius Secretgarten, adherent of Satanid's Morality.
My Lady Ninahisami Amanatenka, Knight of Truth from Fairium, servant of Lord Berserius Secretgarten, adherent of Coimagism.
My Lady Anastasia Freezemist, Knight of Cold from Fairium, servant of Lord Berserius Secretgarten, adherent of Silian Principles.
My Lord Bigchad Goldenkreuz, Knight of Lustful Tremor from Gemstone, servant of Lord Berserius Secretgarten, adherent of Renavan's Melancholy.
My Lord Tarantos Radiaal, Knight of Valor from Albus, servant of Lord Berserius Secretgarten, adherent of Eidoism.
My Lord Duncan Drozzdrang, Knight of Long Patience from Hataks, servant of Lord Berserius Secretgarten, adherent of Eidoism.
My Lord Candle Lanterna, Knight of the Swift Arrow from the Archipelago of Furious Waves, servant of Lord Nilchi Imekoh, adherent of the Spirit of Ceres.
My Lady Darkrush, Knight of Destructive Might from Lunia, servant of Druugdrdrag, adherent of the Spirit of Ceres.
My Lord Jason Whitecalm, Knight of Composure from Miku, servant of Lord Dirk Ryderson, adherent of Renavan's Melancholy.
"A miracle is a miracle precisely because it happens very rarely, and for every happy ending, there will always be a thousand tragic ones." The squire could find nothing else to say in response. "But I will try to hope that I am wrong, my lord."
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