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Ambrose shouts at the top of his lungs, drowning out the din and clang of the melee: -- Drive him off! Mock him! Cowardly Orvald, Florensa's son, He'd hide within a tower if he could, But all he can do is cower in a corner!
- Brother, - Lester replies from the other end of the battlefield. - He is, after all, our colleague and a faithful defender of the Crown and our order. There are plenty of real scoundrels here whom we'd rather not see. At the very least, my lord employs no strange methods — surely, in your opinion, does he not deserve understanding for that alone? Such is his strategy, and such is how he envisions his victory in the contest — unpredictable as it may be, yet he gazes with a cool mind at the horizon he seeks to overcome. I understand perfectly well where this comes from, but I implore you: do not lose your temper, allow him and us to preserve our honor. We still have extremely serious contenders, and as for what comes next — fate will sort it out. War is a chaotic affair.
-- Worthy of praise is he Who is ready both to strike and fall! The only knight who pleases me Is one who boldly on a spirited steed Strives to be the first to receive And to deliver many terrible blows, And by his own example He pours the oil of blood into the forge of battle, And a mountain of fallen bodies rises, Groaning in agony — such is a knight's lot! I love chaos and rivers of blood! This — these are the joys of war! My soul rejoices when Countless shattered bones lie In a terrible heap of horse-men, Then the feast is sweet to the eyes At the sight of battle sketches, When all eagerly rush into the thick of the fray Rather than stand aside like little rats. Our first task here is to multiply our glory, And the second — to bring delight to our lady. And both of these endeavors are doomed to fail If we are poor in courage.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
I have an insanely difficult choice between creating an elderly Normestrian warrior and a man who is handsome beyond his years, whom Aldelion will look at with no less, if not more, interest than at Hatarait.
I have an insanely difficult choice between creating an elderly native warrior and a man handsome beyond his years, whom Aldelion will look at with no less, if not more, interest than at Hatarait.
Well, if he inherits after Adalard, then Stefania will have a prospect of calling Aldelion her second daddy.
I have an insanely difficult choice between creating an elderly normal warrior and a man who is handsome beyond his years, whom Aldelion will look at with no less, if not more, interest than at Hatarait.
Well, if he inherits after Adalard, there will be a prospect for Stefania to call Aldelion her second daddy.
My Lord Avesom de Superior, Knight of Virtuosity from Nebula, servant of Lord Berseria Secretgarten, follower of the Spirit of Ceres. Equipment Right hand: Schön (spear), Damage: 85, attack range +1, if all character stats are equal to each other, +10% to accuracy, evasion and crit. chance.
I just noticed it now. Is this a reference to who I think it is? ☺️
05.03.297 — a brawl in honor of Deus Mariarnelia's birthday
Round 2
As soon as the gong struck, Drosdrand immediately gave some order to Ferlutz. He instantly rushed with his wyvern at Alsira's pegasus, thereby bringing her down to the ground. He tried to hurl a nail at her, but this time he missed.
Feeling she could do nothing more for now, the Knight of Moon Shadow ordered Axel to shoot an arrow at Anastasia. And while the Knight of Gloomy Sky made his two shots, one of which flew wide, the coalition of Albus's knights decided to finally get rid of our leader.
Seeing that Knight Alsira was left without the Moon, Avesom took advantage of the situation and defeated her with a precise spear strike. He didn't just hit the girl, but, having spoken rudely to her, threw a rose into the woman's body. Having lost our commander, we were somewhat disheartened, but the opponents had to pay a higher price for such a vile maneuver.
While Albus's knights were focusing on Alsira, Lester crept up to their leader Drosdrand and defeated him with two deft strikes. The Knight of Dawn Steel grinned, as if saying "1-1," and, under the disappointed gazes of his opponents, raised a cloud of dust in which he easily disappeared.
Meanwhile, Orvald, watching Axel's actions, attacked Anastasia right after him. And when the Knight of Cold fell, and the Ice Tiger disappeared along with her, the Knight of the Golden Tower rode on. Watching him go, Albus's knights grew disheartened once again. The singed Bigchad even tried to strike him, but to no avail.
While the enemies hesitated, I drew my bow in the gildarian combat style, so as to now be able to shoot at anyone who tries to strike me. Nelia, disappointed by the loss of her leader, struck Avesom. She didn't finish him off, but seriously weakened the braggart with the little rose.
Amvrosy, meanwhile, decided to focus on a different opponent. Instead of one of Albus's knights, he attacked Darkrushsh with a ramming strike, leaving the Knight of Destructive Might not a single chance.
Alaria hurried to help him, but seeing that the dragoness had already been defeated, she fell into a battle frenzy, as she had done in fights with Deus's knights and the Northerners. The Knight of Catharsis seemed very seriously determined to win.
Meanwhile, the wounded Rezara delivered a series of five strikes against Ninahisami, who had struck her earlier. With her crushing power, she not only caused bleeding in the Knight of Truth, but also shattered her flask of healing potion and her boots. The battered warrior of Albus fell, having failed to accomplish anything more. She and her comrades were not very lucky this round.
While her comrade was striking Ninahisami, Gingkink and Tarantos simply walked forward, not even trying to attack anyone. Vaitkalm, meanwhile, shot at Rezara. She endured it, but looked very bad. At that, the judge announced a break.
I have an insanely difficult choice between creating an elderly native warrior and a man who's handsome beyond his years, whom Aldelion would look at with no less, if not more, interest than at Hatarait.
I don't remember which number child Stef is supposed to be, but shouldn't her dad be at most around fifty? That's not quite what I'd call an elderly age.
I have an insanely difficult choice between creating an elderly normal warrior and a man who is handsome beyond his years, whom Aldelion would look at with no less, if not more, interest than at Hatarait.
I don't remember what number child Stef was supposed to be, but shouldn't her dad be at most around fifty? Not exactly what I'd call an elderly age.
She's the eldest daughter, but a late child. So he's past fifty, closer to sixty. I don't remember exactly, I even noted his age somewhere, I need to look it up.
Maybe we go by scripts? If A then B, if X then Y, etc. If everyone is going to carefully play out every turn separately, we'll be fighting for a long time.
Let's start with you. When is "neVesta" supposed to sink an axe into the hound for her former comrades-in-arms, you say?
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
Граф Орлов
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