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Eugene Grimm was not found in his tent, but locating him proved easy — the knight was leaning over a creature felled by Adalard's tactic, doing something to it... Drawing closer, Stefania discovered that he was not, in fact, engaged in anything indecent — only something revolting: first he sawed off the horns growing from the woman's head, then he cut out both eyes. The warrior women standing around (who, apparently, he had earlier ordered to clear the rubble) grimaced, groaned and sighed at such a spectacle, but nothing prepared them for the next act. The lord's nephew brought his neat long fingers to his own eye socket and, overcoming a fleeting hesitation, removed his own eye. During this action, only a barely audible groan escaped his lips. - Aa-a-a-aaaah! My lord, what are you doing! The eye! Your eye! - Shani fell to her knees and clutched her head. - Stop! - Are you stupid or what? - asks Murdera, the only one of the five who did not lose her composure. - It's too late to stop anything now. - My lord... - Shevretta burst into tears at what she saw. - Why would you do such a thing... - Silence. - The short but stern command of the Knight of the Rusting Soul was carried out instantly, though not perfectly — the weeping ones had to cover their mouths with their hands. Next, the knight placed the eye previously taken from the Ikazkan woman into his own socket. Pressing one palm against the wounded side of his face, he addressed Manka. - Heal me, or it won't fuse. - A-as you command. The Silian spell does its work, and after some time Eugene returns to normal. First, he ensures he can move the new organ without pain and checks his vision. - Excellent. It will take some time to get used to, but no unforeseen difficulties should arise. - Having finished his activity, he finally acknowledged the existence of the Knight of the Wind. - Stefania, the left one remains, would you like it for yourself?
Shinma's Right Eye -5 to Aesthetics, -5 to Intellect. At the start of the turn, explodes enemies within 12 cells of the character without the possibility of healing (Spirit check). On the surface, the range of this effect is reduced to 6.
At the sight of all this happening, Stefania wanted to grimace in disgust, but with great effort she suppressed the impulse, maintaining a cold-blooded expression on her face. Eugene had surprised her before with his penchant for doing all sorts of crazy things, but this was too much. Most importantly, he hadn't thought about the possible consequences. However, thanks to Manka's efforts, the "prosthesis" fit well. But it looked, to put it mildly, not very encouraging.
— I'll pass, — the girl replied dryly to the Knight of the Rusting Soul's offer to perform a similar operation on herself. — I prefer my own eyes.
- A fair point. Take the horns, at least, they might be useful to you. - Eugene hands Shinma's Horns to the Knight of the Wind. - I think a good craftsman could make a fine bow from them. - Having passed this gift to his fellow knight, the Knight of the Rusting Soul cast his gaze, with both the new and old eyes, over his five subordinates. - Be grateful, Manka. Today you will be honored to share a part of my fate. - My lord?.. - At first the girl became embarrassed, thinking what was said had a romantic context, but seeing the second previously removed eye in the knight's hand, she immediately grew frightened. - My lord... You're not thinking... - She backed away. - My lord... Please, no!... The knight knocked the girl to the ground with a sharp lunge and pressed his knee into her chest. - Hold her. - The other four, though reluctant, obediently grabbed the unfortunate woman by the arms and legs. - My lord, I beg you, not that! I'll do anything for you! I'll even clean your feet of dirt with my tongue, but please don't cripple me! Aaaah-aaaaaaaah!! KYAAAAAAAHHHHH!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!111
Shinma's Left Eye -5 to Aesthetics, -5 to Intellect. AP is not expended during battle.
— Thank you, — Stefania accepted the gift with a slight smile on her face. It remained to be seen if there was a craftsman in the camp who could make her a bow before the expedition.
Before she could fully react, Eugene decided to implant the Ikazkan eye into Manka, who pleaded with all her might for him not to do it.
— Eugene, stop! — exclaimed the Knight of the Wind, trying to prevent what was happening. But he acted too quickly, and his four warrior women surrounded him and Manka so tightly that Stefania could only do something by using her bow. And attacking her own allies right now, especially in such a situation, was not the best idea. All she could do was silently watch the girl's agony as the leader literally forced his gift upon her.
— Are you sure this whole eye trick is safe and won't come back to haunt you or Manka? — Stefania asked once it was all over. — You could have at least given her a chance to think about whether she wanted it.
-- This story is as old as the world, yet forever relevant. I confess, I expected other oddities—plots perhaps more occult, or ones concealing intrigue within themselves. So, it's for an idea, not for gold? I wouldn't mind taking a look at the sketches.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
"Not taken down by a gang of thugs, not by a 360-degree assassin, but by some random maramoyka. What a bunch of country bumpkins" - not so much with disgust or disappointment, but with weariness, Lester concluded, pondering the punishment he would devise for this blunder.
- Height, weight, accent, how she was dressed, demeanor - a prostitute, a flirt, a lady? More information, - neither in his voice nor on the Knight's face could any emotion be read. He twirls a business card between his fingers. - What is this doing here?
- I think... I think she was about 30 tin. Roughly. Only I don't remember if that's with heels or without. Oh, right, she had shoes on. About 1 tin high. A gray form-fitting dress below the knee. With a deep neckline, did I already mention that or not? And it wasn't just the neckline that was deep, if you know what I mean. She also had a mask on her face for some reason, maybe she's sick with something, I don't know, but when she beckoned me over, she pulled it down a bit, and you should have seen the fangs she had. Sir, do you happen to know any skinny ogres among your acquaintances? I think that would make everything much simpler for us.
Stephania could only do something using her bow. And attacking her own allies right now, especially in such a situation, is not the best idea.
That's how it is. They offered to share their fate, to become a superhuman, and then still gave materials for a great bow, yet Stephania is thinking about betrayal. That's why the Guild expedition is doomed. 😔
"— Thank you," — Stefania accepted the gift with a slight smile on her face. It remained to be seen whether there was a master in the camp who could make her a bow before the march.
Before she could properly react, Eugene decided to insert the Ikazkan eye into Manka, who was begging with all her might for him not to do so.
"— Eugene, stop!" — exclaimed the Knight of the Wind, trying to prevent what was happening. But he acted too quickly, and his four warrior women surrounded him and Manka so tightly that Stefania could only do something by using a bow. And attacking her own allies right now, especially in such a situation, was not the best idea. All that remained was to silently watch the girl's agony, as the leader literally forced his gift upon her.
"— Are you sure this whole eye trick is safe and won't come back to haunt you or Manka?" — Stefania asked once it was all over. — "You could have at least given her a chance to think about whether she needed it."
- In our family, it is customary to say that indecision is death. In this current endeavor, none of us has time to ponder every step. - Eugene did not voice that the fate of a random warrior woman with default stats and an AI-generated portrait was indifferent to him, and there was no reason to let good things go to waste. - Well then, shall we rest a bit and hit the road?
It's a good thing Sarnissa was captured by Telanius rather than Eugene. Otherwise, he wouldn't just have cut off her head — he'd have put it on his own shoulders.
they're both still far from Erebus
Is that the son of the Sword and Sonata? A pity we won't meet, it seems. Or maybe not a pity. Depends on the circumstances of the meeting.
If only we could drop hundreds of Margels across all of Tezoth, so we wouldn't have to live in a world where even a Knight can't afford to buy a toy anime figurine..
Roderick is greeted by the pointy-eared merchant Milik, who shows him his wares.
Elvielphyria 1, unit production speed doubled, hidden effect, 100 gold.
Elvielphyria 2, +5 to AP, hidden effect, 50 gold.
Elvielphyria 3, the character and his subordinates ignore the defense and barriers (bonus HP) of enemies, hidden effect, 75 gold.
Elvielphyria 4, +5 to SP, hidden effect, 30 gold.
Elvielphyria 5, +10% to accuracy and evasion, hidden effect, 50 gold.
Elvielphyria 6, extra turn, hidden effect, 100 gold.
Elvielphyria 7, the character attacks based on morale rather than accuracy and evasion, hidden effect, 50 gold.
What, his stock never refreshes? Well, screw him then. Just wasted an action for nothing.
Looking at the portraits of the Sith leader, Roderick replied with restraint that the artist had done a fine job. But he still didn't buy anything from the selection.