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Yeah, that's quite possible.

That's not what I meant when I said I was leaving the game (and I thought Lock would be able to continue using my character as a combat unit and a subject for occasional sadistic amusement), so I think Revan can easily rewrite it, for example, to say that Viola fell off her horse and broke her neck.

She tried to hold onto Ivan as he fell into the abyss and fell with him.

That's quite like her...

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Just a reminder that Mirastir has 0 intelligence, so if there's a desire, it won't be difficult to play down this moment (or rather, not focus on it), especially since the soldier himself refuted his own story.

That's actually a very good idea! If, of course, there's someone to return to the griffin...

To be fair, Mirastir has 4 intelligence, which is slightly below average, not 1 or 2. You could come up with an excuse like "he was so shocked by Viola's sudden death that he didn't hear the soldier's words," but that's just a minor detail.

Man, his intelligence stat is even higher than Shane's. In that case, it would be difficult to simply ignore such a statement. Unless you come up with a way to explain that Mirastir was "busy at the moment." But that's also a stretch.

Alright, a short role-playing post, and then we'll see what happens.

Mirastir was shocked by the death of his comrades, no matter what caused it, but what could be done? All that remained was to hope that the Artery would accept them into its halls (and he prayed to both the Artery and Leilana).
The strongman wasn't particularly interested in politics, so he didn't react much to the rumors of war with Lisliar and the squabbles between the church and the Airisufir. If something like that is happening, then those in power will sort it out. His task, as a Helionite, was to participate in grand and glorious deeds, to be a hero. Although, to his regret, he wasn't getting much opportunity for that – instead, he had rather boring work, helping people out (but what could he do, he wasn't a medic?), working in the mines (not very healthy, but better than doing nothing). And yet, for the sake of his beloved nation, he persevered, and there was always hope that he would get to fight evil enemies in the glory of Airisufir, the Artery, Leilana, and, of course, Mila, who, with all these wanderings, was undoubtedly getting closer and closer.

Did I have enough air for the squid rings, Revan? Count it up.
And all the prayers for everything that has happened. I prayed every day.

It's a pity that our training session at the gym was a waste of time.

even higher than Shane's

even

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It's a pity that our training sessions in the gym went to waste.

Yes, we should have taken the dumbbells and exercise machines from there to the army.

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It's quite amusing to see this coming from a player whose character had a 2 in intelligence. :)

It's quite amusing to hear this from a player whose character had a 2 in intelligence. :)

That's right, Viola was a bit of a ditz, and I even showed it through roleplaying.

Remaining days of the first month:

Raphael opened his eyes, coughed, looked at Kaya curled up beside him, and then at the shutters – almost no light penetrated through them, which meant he had woken up in darkness again. In recent weeks, he had been sleeping little and poorly, and even alcohol hadn't helped. Every new sip or cup only intensified the oppressive atmosphere in his head; the unnatural silence in headquarters was unnerving, and the newspaper articles didn't bring joy. Many evenings, the merchant spent silently filling out accounting books in the dim light of a single lamp, counting piles of currency.
During one such moment, he decided to overcome this depressing feeling and channel it into something more productive. For the first time since arriving, he retrieved his art supplies, set them up, and locked himself in his office for several days with a large amount of alcohol and tobacco, emerging only occasionally for basic needs.

The result was a painting with the following characteristics: In the foreground is a narrow brick parapet, on the edge of which stands an unknown traveler in a hood, with a black cat sitting at his feet. Before them lies a vast view of a city shrouded in gray mist. Tall buildings rise like a wall towards the sky and are completely abandoned; their windows are broken. The lower floors of the buildings are hidden by fog - the streets cannot be seen, but it is clear that they are completely empty. There are no birds in the sky; the last faint yellow rays of the autumn sunset break through the clouds to the right of the observer on the parapet, while on the left, darkness gradually envelops the city. In the distance, in this gloom, you can see a tornado forming.

After applying the final stroke, exhausted Raphael lost all strength, collapsed onto the bed as he was, and fell into a deep, painful sleep, from which he saw nothing.
The next day, he got up only in the evening – Garmiid sat drowsing in a chair, apparently not having woken Raphael during the entire day, and in the center of the room stood the canvas with the painting. Brushes, paints, palette, bottles on the floor, bottles on the tables, cigarette butts, rags, papers, even scattered trails of tobacco – all the mess was arranged in a peculiar way around the canvas on the floor and furniture throughout the room, creating a perfectly converging spiral on the painting. How he did all this, and how he painted it – Raphael couldn't remember at all. On the back of the canvas, he found an inscription, obviously made with a trembling hand, and heavily diluted with paint that had spread down: Wisteria.
- Not very original... - the artist shook his head and grimaced at the heaviness in it.

Nevertheless, he felt that something inside him had changed after this episode. Having poured out the oppressive feeling onto the canvas, analyzing it with his gaze, mind, heart, soul, and all synapses, he somehow tamed the demon that threatened to consume his entire being.
His thoughts turned to his comrades from the "Golden Griffin," to all the problems they had faced and overcome, and to his own tasks facing him here and now, to Rish, Alma, Eyma, and Viola, to Valdemar and Rogdan.
- Well… I can do everything that is required of me, and even more. Understand? - he said to Garmiid, who had woken up from the noise and still didn't realize anything. - When they return, I will make them live like kings, without fail. Look how much money I have already saved for this bright day. And there will be much more. Gold, silver, wine, women, and glory. You’ll see. And besides – you will personally see how we will all drink together with the baron.
Raphael cheerfully approached the curtains and pulled them open, greeting the bright sun of a new day – but since he woke up in the evening, there was no sun anymore. This did not bother him at all. He decided to spend the beginning – the remainder – of the day taking a walk around the city, and then return to headquarters and finish all urgent matters.

During his walk, he even ventured into the library of the local church for variety, about which he had heard so many casual conversations from the Griffins, previously only causing him to roll his eyes. The book covers evoked amusing associations in him – as if he had walked into an entertainment establishment back home. Guided by this association, he chose the most attractive one and decided to see what the local "spiritually rich" population was interested in.

so that Lok's character doesn't get too upset about Viola, when he arrives, we can say that she was beaten by soldiers, raped, and then killed.