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Can I have a map of where we are standing, please.
It's 12 tiles away from you (firing range). There's no point in a map here. You can only shoot, and even then you need to move one step closer (your range is 11).
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
Can I have a map of where we are standing, please.
It's 12 tiles away from you (firing range). There's no point in a map here. You can only shoot, and even then you need to move one step closer (your range is 11).
Nah) I want to play a little game of tag on the tiles)
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Can I have a map of where we are standing, please.
It's 12 hexes away from you (your shooting range). There's no point in a map here. You can only shoot, and even then you need to move one step closer (your range is 11).
Nah) I want to play a little game of tag on the hex grid)
Huh?
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
It's 12 hexes away from you (range of shot). There's no point in a map here. You can only shoot, and even then you need to move one step closer (your range is 11).
Nah) I want to play a little game of tag on the hex grid)
Huh?
With her speed of 15 and mine of 10, catching up is possible under certain conditions.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
-- This is a valuable gift. I thank you greatly, -- Ambrose tries to open the book immediately, but fails. -- Hmm, it seems I am destined to use it only if I fight desperately. Tormented by curiosity, Ambrose tests the book in the very first battle. The internet is garbage, spent half an hour trying to post this. Maybe the battle will be tomorrow
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
In some unnamed location, four grim-looking men gathered.
The Knight of Smoldering Henpeckery — a warrior of Revnland, who had been such even before the birth of Carnea Kaikunia Iretiret. He earned this ridiculous title due to his excessive form of devotion, perfect perfectionism, and inability to go against his sense of duty to achieve his heart's true desires. "You do everything flawlessly, I have nothing to punish you for. Aren't you ashamed to be such a boring person, huh? Where is your dignity? You're nothing but a slug, ugh." — this is how the Mistress speaks to him. Nevertheless, even insults and a look full of contempt were desirable to this man — the main thing was that they were directed at him. They say that even when being intimate with his wife, he glues a drawing of the Mistress onto her face. However, contrary to such a reputation, no one dares to underestimate the Knight of Smoldering Henpeckery — of all the knights of Revnland, perhaps except for the mysterious newcomer, he is the strongest, most competent, and wisest.
The Knight of Scorching Ordeal. Once, when Carnea was leaving a carriage, he offered her his hand, but she stumbled and fell — for failing to prevent the Mistress's fall, the knight lost his eyesight. Despite such an injury, however, he remains a dangerous man — like a dungeon myrdar, relying on other senses.
Where the natives of Kamkam are masters of bed pleasure, the Knight of Alcove Frenzy is an expert in bed suffering, responsible for a variety of specific punishments intended for those who have wronged Carnea (or simply caught her attention). His broken jaw is the result of him appearing with an urgent report in the Mistress's chambers, forgetting to take off his shoes — that day, his face took the blow of a heavy wine goblet.
The Knight of Oppressive Melancholy. A boring man who tries not to attract unnecessary attention. By nature, he is a great romantic, sincerely desiring pure mutual love, but he has long since accepted his place in the world and stopped trying to swim against the current.
- So, let's sum up the results. — In contrast to his title, the henpecked man's voice was full of authority.
- A small detachment of Sordgardians was returning from a deep raid, we ambushed them under the cover of night, and this is what we managed to obtain. — The Knight of Oppressive Melancholy unloaded bags of Ifillium. — Nine pieces.
- My results are more modest. — The Knight of Scorching Ordeal displays five units of Ikazkan. — This dungeon is a godforsaken maze, and I chickened out from going deeper.
- Are you sure you didn't pocket any for yourself? This metal is in high demand on the market.
- You wound me, boss. I already learned my lesson for the rest of my life.
- That's true. — The Henpecked one shifted his gaze to the Knight of Alcove Frenzy. — And what do you have?
- ... — The gathering's eyes beheld 11 units of Aconium, taken from various private individuals of the kingdom. — ...
- Excellent. Considering the total sum, the Mistress and Lord Genburry should be pleased.
Can I have a map of where we are standing, please.
It's 12 hexes away from you (range of shot). There's no point in a map here. You can only shoot, and even then you need to move 1 hex closer (your range is 11).
Happy Life
Небо
