Posts from Abasdarhon's Castle Auto-translated

Liu Ping uses Drain Life
Ghost takes 330 damage (Final Death)

Yes, Scough is fair-haired.

Maylin still had enough time to go through the casting with Brasahog.

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A servant opened the door for her.

"Good afternoon, miss," he looked at Maylin. "We placed an order for 6:00 PM."

Okay! Now we understand the best way to handle this.


Are they all unarmed except for the one with the broken bow? Or are they all armed except for him?

I'll attack with the Executioner on the one who might not have time to react and dodge, at least in this round, or, if it doesn't matter, the most dangerous one I can reach (unless it's the one Felian is attacking; or, if Felian doesn't one-shot him, I'll finish him off depending on his HP, but not with the Executioner, with a regular attack).

-- Rest in peace, David. Your memory will be with me forever, -- and the lich wept.
He rings a bell and goes outside.
-- The ghost will not return. Sorry for the delay, he was a very good person. If you are religious, please pray for David.

— Hello, I have no idea what you're talking about, as I don't do food delivery, — Maylin replied calmly, demonstrating that she had nothing with her. — And what kind of courier am I with empty hands? I came for an interview regarding the upcoming expedition to the Wastes. As far as I know, Mr. Brasahog needs specialists of various profiles, including mentalist mages, which is what I am.

The journeyman, along with his entire family, stood by the house and ate ice cream.

- Finally! You took your time. Was it a tough one? In any case, thank you, - the journeyman gives the Lich 480 axots and a sealed ice cream. - Enjoy it while it doesn't melt.

"Soldiers, just in time. From fifty meters... they shouldn't be able to make out any facial features."

Quint carefully placed the girl on a bench, waved his cane, and shouted in a strange, hoarse voice:
-- Soldiers! The lady is unwell! Take care of her, I'll go for a doctor!
The last words were said as he ran. Waving his cane and limping dramatically, Quint still moved very quickly. Hiding around the corner, he ran at full speed, weaving through the dark alleys.

- Ah, I see, please excuse me, go ahead, Miss.

The servant led Maylin into Brasahog's office. After knocking before entering, he received permission and they entered. Sezan sat at a large black wood table, and opposite the table was a large black sofa. The wealthy man was fiddling with some documents.

- Sir, regarding the expedition.
- Yes, of course. You can go, Mikael," Sezan raises his eyes and sees Maylin. He smiles broadly and leans back in his chair. - Hello))

-- The ghost won't be back. Sorry for the delay, he was a really good guy.

- What material is it?

- Yes, there's a demon's corpse nearby, and perhaps someone would like to buy it for their own purposes. Besides, such specimens are not found every day, - the elf explained.

Well then:
- I'll strike down with my executioner's blade the one who might not have time to react and dodge, at least this round, or, if it doesn't matter,
- then the most dangerous archer I can reach (unless it's the one Felian is taking care of; or, if Felian doesn't one-shot his target, I'll finish him off depending on his HP, not with the executioner's blade, but with a regular attack).

And Felian will probably take care of the one repairing the bow, if he's considered to be holding it.

-- Thank you, you are very kind, -- Liu nodded.
"Resilient... It's like you're talking about an animal. Although a mental imprint is not really a person's soul, but it's still offensive... The dead see everything, feel everything. But okay, they'll understand someday. They are also good people, and some truths just need time to mature."
The Lich went to spend the night at the "Wild Bull," eating ice cream on the way. He was very tired today; let's see what happens tomorrow. I suppose, skip to the morning of the 4th day?

— Good day, — the Collapsian smiled, standing in place near the exit of the room and simultaneously beginning to read the mind of her future employer. — My name is Maylin, and I would like to become part of your expedition as a mage-mentalist.

Quint stepped onto the threshold of his house, angry and tired, as if he had been awake for three days straight, and yet the day was only just beginning to fade. Taking off his boots and throwing off his coat, Grelli walked into the living room. No one... good. He could only hear his wife rummaging through the closet upstairs. Allowing himself a moment of solitude, Quint called out to his son.
-- Decimus!
-- I didn't hear you come in, father. -- Decimus came down, holding a magazine in his hands. He would have liked to know about the fate of that girl, but his father had made it clear to him long ago: he would find out what he needed to know without asking, and what he didn't need to know, he wouldn't find out at all. Therefore, Decimus silently handed the magazine to his father and sat down opposite him, intently looking at his father's face and contenting himself with only guessing what had happened.

Quint, opening the document, is looking for the owner of a Zhuan or Hain name who purchased a shirt one or two weeks ago. Ideally, also his address.

from the camel
- The Lafir, damn them, - said the elf. - We were escorting a caravan and were ambushed. Hence the corpse. Luckily, we didn't all die there. They captured Lifeport, according to the refugees, so we had to return to the city with them.

Yes, I'm skipping it.