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I probably won't delegate such a personal task as leveling up my own character to someone else, because the account is mine and it's open on my PC, and just to have something to do, I'll formalize the leveling process with my own post.
Having read an interesting book during the holidays, which was written in an unusual style that made reasonable beings eager to delve into the knowledge of the surrounding world in order to get a dose of endorphins, Emma decided to follow in their footsteps for a new experience. Entering the room that previously belonged to Mineko, she found a good selection of ingredients, simple and functional alchemical equipment, and papers with notes in Shinkai.
"Wow, Aunt Mine knew how to read and write! Probably. Most likely. It's possible. If this is written in her own handwriting. That means I'll do it too. It will be difficult and not always safe, but I have so many wonderful friends whose organisms I can use to hone this skill."
She was about to hang her hat on a nail, but changed her mind - it might still be useful in the future, and the multidimensional pockets of mercenaries' clothing allowed them to carry any number of items while still remaining light.
Having cleared out the deceased's room, the young lady went to experiment with chemicals.
Asmund puts 5 into Strength and 5 into Charisma, Sigurd takes nothing.
Relca: 5 Wisdom, 5 Will.
Dely (diligence): +10 to Strength
Myronega: +5 Strength and +5 Wisdom Goran: +15 Strength and +5 Wisdom
Jert dumps everything into Wisdom.
Jert finances the buyout of Ment's girl.
Currently drinking OW potions: Relkhiras and Ilza. (COUNTED)
Relkhiras learns Basic Armor Proficiency
Emma reads a book, becomes an educated girl, and learns Alchemy (Elixir of Life)
info
Those who used the extract: Goran, Myronega, Aldric, Reinhild, Jert, Gunnar, Alisia, Kataviana, Min and Asmund. Those who used the elixir: Goran, Min and Thorir.
Drinking the extract: Stefan, Tiril, Dely, Sigurd and Thorir Drinking the elixir: Stefan, Tiril, Reinhild (COUNTED) and Myronega
Tiril
/ But after the rescue, until then the extract stays with Aldric. Albert trains Tiril. /
Equipment distribution:
Relkhiras: Vi'dar, sword of Rekhsaur, Es'tial, Black Dragon Helm Aldric: Cloak of Hrodgeir, black dragon sword (not sure whether it's worth giving rather than selling) Reinhild: Sword of Hrodgeir Tiril: Two-handed sword (?) Alisia: Black dragon sword Asmund: Black dragon sword (as with Aldric, no confidence that this is the right call)
Building
Building a forum
Alisia doesn't spend her point anywhere; she's waiting for the second one so she can become a playful girl. (Stefan): I'll learn Interdicting Shot and Kyudo, if the elixir works (as far as I understand, it should work 100%).
I wouldn't really write about Emma's progression. And it would be extremely cumbersome to move our discussion into a proper RP text. So, they're sitting around a table, discussing who's drinking potions. And they agree that some of them go to the deranged prisoner, for whom Jert paid a hefty sum. That's precisely why our discussions often shift to gray text, because there's so much metagaming involved. The same thing happens with building; Aldric, it turns out, isn't paying his mercenaries at all. Moreover, he's developing his organization using Relhiras's personal funds as well.
I think it's time to add to the summary of unwritten rules for the expedition, in a larger font, that when it comes to relationships between players, roleplaying takes a backseat (at best). Because otherwise, this current expedition risks being the last.
While the great minds of Aldric von Folkenrath and his deputy, Asmund Olafsson, were in the strategy room, deciding how to further develop the mercenary Fortress and organization, Stefan strolled through the courtyard. His gaze fell upon the targets that the late Min had practiced with so often. Min's loss was regrettable not only because she was the only person of Nihon culture in Stefan's circle, but also because with her death, they had lost a skilled archer. Stefan suddenly remembered the words of his mentor on the path of the warrior – and so clearly that he could hear the slightly creaky, but wholly wise voice of his teacher in his head:
One should not have a favorite weapon. To be very good with one weapon, while being poor with others, is as much a disadvantage as not being proficient with that weapon at all. It is bad if a commander or soldier has preferences. You must always remember this.
Stefan shook his head. At that time, those words seemed foolish to him. Why should he learn to wield other weapons when his trusty sword – he involuntarily touched the hilt of his katana – would always be with him? But now, those words sounded different. Now he understood that his teacher was entirely right. After drinking the elixir, the healer felt an almost physical need to learn something new. So he took a bow, drew an arrow from the quiver, drew the string, and aimed. For a moment, he closed his eyes – and remembered almost every word, every movement of his mentor, who, in his wisdom, had taught him to wield all types of traditional Nihon weapons. Much of this knowledge had faded over the years, as does any knowledge that does not find practical application. But after drinking the elixir, he remembered all the necessary theory. All that remained was to reinforce it with practice. Stefan opened his eyes and released the arrow. It hit the target dead center. He reached for a second... It would take some time, but he would remember everything he had been taught. Honestly, the idea for this post came to me long before I saw Loken's post.
Where do we go? Where do we end up when we save the world?
Revan hasn't calculated the effect of the elixir yet, but as far as I understand, you're learning "Disrupting Shot" for a free skill slot, right? Also, Alicia has a skill that triggers per level; if you use it, let me know, and I'll add it to the main post.
I wouldn't have written anything about this, except for some gray text, if I'm being honest.
But I did write something. First, I had a vague feeling that someone had already done this for me, even though I agreed with it, and I still decided to post something myself. Then, I thought about formatting it properly, and for the last time, I stirred up MinEco, who also happened to be an alchemist, to give closure to her question, because I could. I did all this for myself and for fun.
Alicia isn't spending her skill point, waiting for the second one to become a playful girl. I'll learn the Disarming Shot and Kyudo if the elixir works (as far as I understand, it should work 100%).
Where do we go? Where do we end up when we save the world?
The same issue arises with construction, as Aldric doesn't seem to pay the mercenaries at all. Moreover, he develops his organization using Relhiras's personal funds as well.
/"Oh, come on, it's all good, Aldric, we understand!" – the mercenaries and Relhiras reply to him. Well, basically, I gathered that the leader agreed with everything, so I can continue playing with Ney. / After the general meeting, Albert approached Jert personally. “Friend, what are you doing?” Albert frowned slightly, looking a bit disappointed. “Tell me, if it weren’t me, someone with a good reputation, but rather someone less sensible among your acquaintances, would you have so easily parted with your money? Because it seems to me that you would, and that scares me.”
Relkhiras shook his head. At that moment, those words seemed foolish to him. Why would he need to learn how to wield armor when his trusty sword – he involuntarily touched the hilt of Vi'Dar – would always be with him? But now, those words sounded different. Now he understood that his teacher had been entirely right. After drinking the elixir, the Visterian felt an almost physical need to learn something new. So, he took the helmet, grabbed a cloth, polished it, and raised the visor. For a moment, he closed his eyes – and remembered almost every word, every movement of his mentor, who, in his wisdom, had taught him to wield all types of traditional weapons. Most of this knowledge had faded over the years, like any knowledge that doesn't find practical application. But after drinking the elixir, he remembered all the necessary theory. All that remained was to reinforce it with practice. Relkhiras opened his eyes and lowered the helmet onto his head. He sat perfectly still.
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