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- Hmm... Yes, my efforts alone will clearly not be enough here. Exorcising a demon directly from a living host is a bit beyond my capabilities... Have you tried asking for help from the priest? I'm sure the church of our Lord will not leave suffering parishioners in trouble.
- I already did. I don't quite understand what the old man is saying, and he doesn't seem to understand me either. They have another one serving there, a younger one, but the parishioners said he is away.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
- Let's try this. I'll try to finish my business here now, and then I'll ask His Holiness myself if he happens to have any spare attendants. And if it works out, how can I find you later? And what is your name?
I'll take all the money, potions, vials, the dagger, and the rapier. Can I identify them?
- If they've taken the city, we should turn back and return to Axoth, - the elf concluded. - Or someone could go on reconnaissance, taking one of the cloaks from the corpses.
There are no vials.
Rapier of a Lafir Army Reconnaissance Officer Damage: 110 Price: ? Type: one-handed weapon Requirements: Strength 20 or higher, Dexterity 40 or higher Features: - Chance to deal critical damage - +1 to hit for each point of Intelligence - +2 to Stealth for each point of Dexterity
Dagger of a Lafir Army Reconnaissance Officer Damage: 50 Price: ? Type: one-handed weapon Requirements: Dexterity 45 or higher Features: - Hidden Strike and Stealth skills (requires the Assassin skill)
- Or someone could go on reconnaissance, taking one of the cloaks from the corpses.
- Any volunteers? - asked the goblin.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Better one of the neighboring ones. Just not number nine.
Then say 16. The area is the city of Zragos and the Ksemron marshes.
Added 48 seconds ago Arandor
I'll send it later
Send it now, I don't want to have to transfer it from player to player later.
Added 3 minutes ago Morning
- Let's try this. I'll try to finish my business here now, and then I'll ask His Holiness myself, maybe he has some spare servants. And if it's successful, how can I find you later? And what is your name?
- Groitz Bar, mayor of the town of Blaka, not far from Aksot. Staying at the Wild Bull. And what is your name?
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
When the lich reached the shore, he saw the flags of Axoth, the Republic, and the White Lily flying from one of the towers. Three guards in the armor of this legion stood at the city gates. One of them was practicing with a spear, while the other two were playing chess at a small table.
Liu Ping felt sad – he had felt this sadness even before an inner voice told him that he needed to visit Axoth, as this city was no less important than the other cities of the Republic for someone speaking on behalf of the dead. A city of joy, a city of vice, a city where the living think little of the dead. And now, when the dead are weeping, the contradictions of the city that Liu Ping had to visit were particularly strongly reflected in his soul. Stepping onto the shore and "inhaling" the fresh air (which was better on the shore than it had been on the water, no matter what anyone said), Liu took out his bell and quietly rang it, humming: “A warm wind will blow, a humid monsoon... And the rain will wash away our bones...” With this song, he headed towards the city.
Happy Life
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