Posts from Dark Ages

How many seconds does each round last for you?

I don't know. Probably 1-2.

from the wiki

The rate of fire was one of the main advantages of archery over throwing/shooting weapons, until the invention of percussion-cap firearms.

A good rate of fire is 5 arrows in the air at the same time. An outstanding result is 8 arrows in the air, which meant a firing rate of several arrows per second. Modern reenactors and history enthusiasts, trying to recreate ancient, in their opinion, techniques of "intuitive" shooting, achieve impressive results. In the videos they recorded, for example, an archer from Murmansk releases one arrow per second without any particular visible effort[6], and a Danish master hits a target at a distance of 70 meters with 3 arrows out of 5, fired in 1.5 seconds.

so it's normal. 2 seconds should be enough :Ь

By the way, Ment, pay attention to the fact that Lars takes out 3 arrows from his quiver at a time, which means that the Action Points spent on the second shot are less than on the first.

Now I wish every other troll could shoot as well as Lars.

By the way, Ment, note that Lars takes out 3 arrows at a time from his quiver, which means that the OD for the second shot is spent less than for the first.

It's challenging. But it's perfect for mastering the game if someone wants to.

When is the start scheduled?

Let's aim for the 30th. I'll be free from exams and ready to go, and in the meantime, the remaining participants will prepare their applications (and I'll also prepare a bit, in terms of the plot, specifying numbers, refining the program, etc.).

Arandor, where is Quenta?

In the future.

In a dark future.

A cold wind meandered between the rocky cliffs of the "Forge of Life." Eventually, it reached a young erufu sitting on a boulder reading some book. The wind began to flip the pages rapidly and nearly tore it from the elf's hands, but the latter managed to defend his property, albeit with great effort. A few moments later, the amulet around the erufu's neck glowed. At that same instant, for several seconds, new sensations flooded over the amulet's owner. He felt smaller, stupider and... that was all. When the sensations receded, the elf took the talisman in his palm and looked at it with dissatisfaction. He had expected something more.
- No luck for you today, Hen Wen, - the erufu sighed wearily and put the book back into his bag. He was just about to leave when something, growling wildly, shoved him in the back. Unable to keep his balance, Hen Wen dropped his bag, which was immediately snatched up by a shaggy paw. Raising his head slightly, the elf saw the back of the robber's head. Judging by the back of the head, it was a bear with giant butterfly wings. And, considering that this back of the head was becoming smaller and smaller by the second, the bear was rapidly flying as far away from its victim as possible.
- Oh no you don't! - having somehow scrambled to his feet, the elf shouted angrily. His palms began to spark, and when he positioned them opposite each other, a gradually growing clump of flame emerged between them. When the wizard decided that was enough, he directed the flame straight toward the robber, who had already managed to fly a considerable distance. And it was precisely this that saved him, for the flame dissipated without ever reaching its target.
- Why did I even bother! - the elf shouted again, once it became clear that he would not get his things back. Nervously rubbing his eyes, he counted to ten and looked around in case anything had fallen out of the bag. But it was all in vain; the only possessions Hen Wen had left were the amulet, a magic staff, and his clothes. And now he had even more reason to hurry back home.

While he didn't want to put on a demonstration right now, Hen Wen didn't have much of a choice. The few people who were interested in his work wanted to stay informed about how his research was progressing. Moreover, having lost his things, the wizard now needed money more than ever to compensate for the losses. Furthermore, future research would also require certain expenses. And a demonstration, with any luck, could prompt someone to fund his work. If he were lucky.
So, hoping for the best, the elf gathered everyone who was interested in the courtyard of his house, primarily his colleagues and military personnel. The presentation was quite meager, consisting at first only of a small table standing in the middle of the yard with a cage on it. Inside the cage, a plump mouse was peacefully snoring.
- First of all, - Wen began his speech, - I want to thank you all for giving me your time. As you must know, I have long been interested in the potential hidden within the "Forge of Life." After all, mutants often possessed abilities that gave them advantages over ordinary elves. In particular, the ability to regrow lost limbs and recover quickly from injuries. Initially, the goal of my research was this specific trait of some inhabitants of the "Forge." But recent events, namely the increased raids by northern Barbarians, allowed me to look at its potential differently.
Exhaling, the wizard paused for a second to gauge the audience's reaction. Then he continued.
- Those of you who have seen mercenaries from the forge—mighty giants with the strength of a dozen ordinary men—have surely wondered more than once what an army of such fellows could do. Indeed, having such soldiers could give us a decisive advantage over the northerners. It would allow us to deal with this problem once and for all! And it was in the hope of harnessing the power of the "Forge," in the hope of providing our empire with such soldiers, that I created this, - the erufu demonstrated the amulet hanging around his neck to those present, - seemingly just a pretty trinket, but no! It is capable of absorbing the energy of the "Forge" intended for the wearer. And, with the proper knowledge, the wearer can then apply it as they see fit. But I will show you everything now; just make sure you watch the mouse in the cage carefully.
Having ensured that his guests were watching the mouse closely, Hen Wen held out his palms before him, toward the animal, and whispered magic words. As soon as he did this, a cold wind blew toward the rodent, and almost immediately the subject became smaller. A little smaller. By about one tenth.
- So, you've harnessed the power of the "Forge" just to make our soldiers smaller and weaker? - sneered one of his visitors, an elderly soldier.
- Not only smaller, but stupider as well, - the wizard sneered back, - but no. The result depends on which mutation energy the amulet absorbs. Any other questions?
- How do you know exactly what kind of mutation the amulet absorbed? And how do you know that the amulet is capable of holding strong mutations and not just something that barely changes a mouse? - this time, one of Wen's young colleagues asked the question.
- I expected someone to ask such questions, - the erufu didn't miss a beat, - the thing is, in the first moments, I feel as if I myself have undergone the mutation. This very side effect allows me to know exactly how things will turn out. But it has no effect on health, appearance, or behavior, so you needn't worry. As for the capacity of the amulet and its effect on living beings, I know this from my own unfortunate experience. Or rather, from the unfortunate experience of my volunteers. The amulet is capable of changing people and absorbing such mutations, but regardless of which mutation it catches—it can only hold one at a time. I am working on improving the capacity of the amulet, but for now, I cannot say anything with complete certainty.
- Can you, by means of the amulet, transfer only some of the traits that a person would receive from the mutation contained within it? - the third question belonged to another of the elf's colleagues.
- Unfortunately, no. Not at this moment, at least. Work is also being done on this, according to my financial capabilities, - Wen hinted subtly, or so it seemed to him, at his need for money.
- And what about the production cost? How much money goes into one specimen? - another question came from a different soldier.
- I don't have a clear answer to that question, - the mage hesitated, - the amulet was created through trial and error, which was not cheap. On top of everything, I plan to refine this specimen. But, as it seems to me, once I perfect the method of creating amulets—their price will not be so high. Especially considering they can be used repeatedly. Further questions?
This time, no questions followed. Apparently, the guests had already learned everything they wanted. Wen could only hope that interest in his project would not fade and someone would volunteer to provide him with financial support. However, even if someone had considered offering help, no such offers were made. One by one, the soldiers and mages left the wizard's house, heading off to their own business. Some discussed the demonstration with interest, reasoning about the potential of his research. Others cracked jokes about the incredible transformation of the test mouse into a slightly smaller test mouse. And others spoke of unrelated topics or tried to interest the soldiers in their own projects. In other words, everything pointed to the fact that Wen would most likely have to find some other source of money for the continuation of his research, besides wealthy sponsors.

Race: Erufu
Alignment: Philosopher
Characteristics:
Health - 200 (150+50)
Will - 50
Life - ??? (100+125+75+???)
Speed - 100
Concentration - 100
Skills:

(philosopher and education give +life)
Inventory: clothes, magic staff, chimera amulet
Used cards: Dragonfly, Snake

And now give me a useless troll-apprentice!

Mold Apprentice.

50% -- Philosopher (yes, + to speed)
50% -- any other
1/3 -- teacher's race (yes, Erudite)
2/3 -- any other
30% x2 -- random racial skill (no)
Remaining skills up to 10 skill points: Blacksmith, Unarmed Combat, Combat Training, Assassin (1 skill point over the limit)
Willpower -2, Life -56, Concentration -2

A philosopher, ready to fight with bare hands for his beliefs.