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Revan, when a lord is replaced, do all his traits and actions transfer to the successor or not?🤔 If the lord's "gimmicks" are the region's "gimmicks" — that's one thing. But if the lord's "gimmicks" are the "gimmicks" of a specific character, then that's a whole different story, by Karna-Rez...
Figure traits are figure traits, not region traits, but there may be events that grant (or remove) them.
— The only one mocking our "futile audacity" is that one-eyed traitor. If this world were cold or hot because of our presence, we would have all either returned home or simply died in the explosion. But overall, I understand what you mean — it's terrifying to imagine what secrets lie hidden in these lands. It's precisely the thought of what unimaginable creatures we might encounter here that makes me uneasy.
- Well... It turns out we're encroaching on the home of these unimaginable creatures, so they have every right to dislike us. Maybe we should try to convince His Bravest to wait until the rubble is cleared, instead of testing everyone's fate?
— I'm afraid there's no turning back. We've already discussed this — the rubble is too large, it would require too many resources, which His Wisest does not see as prudent. Rather, believing that our kingdom would pour a mass of resources into this. Of course, my father and the young lord are surely indignant right now and are probably contemplating rushing to save us, but unfortunately, the rubble is so massive that even they would be forced to admit the futility of that plan. Nothing remains for us but to take matters into our own hands and get out on our own.
- Perhaps you're right... Stefania, if anything happens, you can use me to throw or use as a shield, okay? Of the two of us, you are more needed by His Wisest, and unlike me, there are those up above to whom you are dear.
"Look at you, all puffed up, you louts" — my lord assessed disapprovingly, but without irritation. Without slowing his pace, grasping the situation in a couple of moments, he sharply turns 180 degrees — but with enough agility that his squire neither collides with him nor loses balance — and snaps his fingers with a ring: - Not forgotten!.. Right! Dash off to fetch the package while it's still open there, I nearly forgot about it. Go on, lad — and in the same whisper-private manner, unheard by any extra ear, he relays the next piece of information a second later. - Under the arch around the corner there's an inconspicuous spot; from it the entrance is in view. If I don't return within a reasonable time, let our people know, then fall back to the estate. Quietly, confidently, and without risk, as I taught you.
Giving the lad a boost with a pat on the shoulder, he finishes his path to the bar counter, drawing level with the characters. - The crowd here can be the most motley sort, and yet such words are rarely heard at the doorstep, - grinning, Vargas nods to the bartender. - Something cold, - he returns his gaze to the avatars. Giving a brief, approving nod to the stylish masculine bows, he leans on the counter as is his habit: - Generally speaking, my schedule calls for a glass of Borjomi in the middle of such a busy day, and then off I run, - a light and effortless smile, like a spring breeze, drifts toward the third. - But the metaphor sounds intriguing. Whom do I have the honor of addressing?
- Yes, sir, - the squire blurted out and ran off in delight. If he could just bum a cigarette off someone, the day could be called a success.
- My colors are deep and dark, yet they honor me as the Pastel Inspirer. - With her monotone facial expressions and inexpressive body language, the blue-haired interlocutor resembled a life-sized doll, but her words carried no artificiality. - This is Captain Falias, - she indicates the big man with a glance, - he kindly agreed to provide protection from the sea's elements, and this is Mistophos — he's needed so that I don't get lost. - When you put it that way, it doesn't sound very impressive. I'm also "needed" to keep those simpletons from having their minds blown when they covet your attractive appearance. Perhaps we should outline the details of our mission? - Is it necessary? The gentleman didn't ask about it, and sometimes it's more interesting to dive into a matter knowing nothing about it, wouldn't you say?
-- I wish that this day's visit had but a single purpose -- to send a couple of modest works to press... Alas! The days of turmoil are upon Kanamia's threshold, and in these days the plague grows in the hearts of men throughout our land. And so I must ask: have any treacherous writings appeared, such as the dark ones might have brought to the doorstep, and is there any place of secret struggle waged quietly through the lines of books? I would fain know what the books breathe nowadays; perhaps I shall uncover something hidden among the lines.
- With crimson blood and wood ash, my lord may lose faith in men by learning their true moods at this historic hour. The woman hands the guest a book bound in black leather, on the front cover of which was written "Tezothborn" in scarlet letters. - An ancient work by Spline Deus, which has found great demand among the younger generation.
-- What a man knows not, he cannot lose, -- Ambrose smirked in response to the words about "losing faith." -- Strange it is and even unhealthy -- that was a ruler from a quiet era, his words are of no use to us in our storm-laden age, as if... Ambrose estimates how long it will take to skim through the text.
- "The visible rests upon illusion, and the form is deceitful while the essence remains hidden," -- apparently, the interlocutor's response to Ambrose's comment was a quote from the very book they were discussing. The knight may acquaint himself with its (the book's, not the interlocutor's) contents on his faction's turn.
She has 10 base stats, and the clothing goes in parentheses 🤔
That's the whole point — the clothing gives +5%, not +55%. Otherwise, some Alsira would already be racing to Florentine at full speed to strip off the fashionable gear.