— Well, my fingers aren't like sausages like those girls in our class, so it shouldn't be a problem, — Light examined Goro, — how do you want it, more powerful, longer range, or something else?
Posts from The Empire of Reimia (3)
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e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
-Thank you! We have great people in our class; I'm sure you'll find someone you get along with. Would you like to tell us a little about yourself, about your homeland? Why did you have to leave Dreyeria? Do you like Reima? What things seem strange and unusual to you here?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
- Maybe I can try a little of everything and then decide? - Bert suggested, adding that combat skills are preferable.
I don't have access unlocked yet, so I don't know, I can't see the bonuses.
Experience
+96 (212)
Are you studying?
- Oh, I was just kidding, forget about it. How many projects have we worked on together? I know that if anyone is capable of doing such a job, it's you, - Latro smiled and gave a thumbs up. - Hmm... It's quite powerful, it can splatter a little man in an instant, but the range has always been a problem. I've gotten used to the fact that this is a feature of the weapon, but if it can be bypassed, then I'm all for it.
- Coward, - Marey replied disdainfully. He stood in silence for a few seconds, considering how to get out of this stupid situation - he wouldn't resort to a brawl like some peasant. Finally, Marey let Shogo go. - And I'll have some fun too. Where did you learn that? The Association doesn't advertise such practices.
- Oh, it's terrible that you had to run away from your own parents... I don't know how I would cope with such a challenge. And why do you think that in Rheime people treat each other like slaves? We don't disintegrate anyone into atoms.
Where do we end up when we save the world?
Upon returning to his room, he first carefully unwrapped the valuable find and immediately began to study it.
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Is the history test also in a private message?
The courtyard seems to still be there, I'm going.
— For example, in the first town I visited, I met a furniture maker working for a private Rheian company. He worked eight hours a day, five days a week, and received a monthly salary for his work, which, with a few rare exceptions in the form of bonuses, did not depend on the number or quality of the furniture he produced or repaired. In other words, he sells not the product he creates, but his time, while the income from his labor goes to his employer. Isn't that slavery? One might argue that no one is forcing him to work, but as far as I know, people who have no money in this country risk dying of hunger.
Where do we end up when we save the world?
/studying
Pickpocket (500)
A rogue may attempt to steal something from another character (agility check)
Lockpicking (500)
A rogue may attempt to pick a previously discovered lock (agility check)
Acrobat (1000)
+5% Accuracy, +5% Evasion, +5 Movement Points, +3 to agility checks.
Knife Throwing (650)
Accuracy: 50%
Damage: 250
Range: 8
Size: 1x1
Paralyzes the enemy for one phase if they fail a fortitude check against a value of "10".
Carefully gathering the fallen pages, Marey wrapped the volume in his jacket, smoothed his disheveled hair, and left the office.
Returning to his room, he first carefully unwrapped the valuable find and immediately began studying it.
History test in DMs as well?
Seems like the courtyard is still there, I'm going.
Finding himself in the backyard for some reason, Morinier comes across his classmate Imir and three guys from class III (they don't see him yet).
— Damn commoner, — Imir lay on the ground while Virion de Lyre beat him with his feet. — Worm!
Teddy watched the events with a simultaneous look of disgust and indifference in his eyes.
— Aren't you opposed to violence, Grell? Why don't you break them up?
— If he doesn't even try to defend himself, then what's the point of helping him? If not Virion, someone else will be found to subject him to a similar fate. — The aristocrat spread his arms to the sides and sighed with annoyance. — Moreover, it doesn't even have to be physical violence; it's not strictly necessary to beat someone in order to boss them around, especially in our age.
-It is true that the entrepreneur receives the income from his labor. But there are reasons for this. The entrepreneur takes on other responsibilities—he must provide the premises or land where the work process will take place, he must provide the tools with which the work will be done and the materials from which the final product will be created. He must find the people who will subsequently buy this product, and then ensure the means of delivery to them, if necessary. Similarly, he must negotiate with the landowner, the supplier of tools and materials. He does all this with his own money, without knowing in advance whether he will turn a profit or not. If he makes a mistake at one of these steps, he may be left with nothing, waste his money in vain, and find himself in a worse position than when he started. While the worker risks nothing—if tomorrow his owner goes bankrupt, the worker does not lose the money he has already earned. And unlike a slave, the worker has a choice. He can try to save money and open his own furniture workshop. Nothing stops him from opening it at home and taking on all those same risks that the entrepreneur takes—Parfinora smiled melancholically—that is how my older brother explained things to me. For the most part, I agreed with him, at least regarding such philistine matters. However, even putting these reflections aside, I would still highlight the main difference between a free Reimean and a slave. A free Reimean can go to Dreyeria to become a slave and be split into atoms, but a slave from Dreyeria cannot refuse to be split into atoms, move to Reime, and work 8 hours at a factory.
A mercenary slave does indeed have great personal freedoms and even the opportunity to climb the social ladder, but he still can't avoid working, can he?
It would have been better if Imira had saved and absorbed him.
Where do we end up when we save the world?
It's still not too late to spit in someone's face.