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Where do we end up when we save the world?
Is there anything valuable left from the golem?
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I wanted to do something good, but maybe, on the contrary, he'll start drinking even more.
Just to forget the pupils of Gungnir.
Of course, he could have put on a show and suggested that they, under Veserod's command, deal with the machine themselves, but the prospect of a reward somewhat dampened the enthusiasm of the one who had given up hope of 200 silvers (or rather, 50, since the reward would have to be divided by four), so Daniel did not offer any resistance. On the contrary, he readily agreed to help – and he didn't regret it!
Inspired by the excitement and the fact that his bolts dealt more damage than anyone else's attacks (and perhaps also slightly inspired by Anselm's uplifting lyre playing), the guy easily shot at the golem, and sometimes even made extremely hasty shots together with Andreas. So, by Grimwald's standards, this battle was a piece of cake (if you don't count how badly Calentia and Röhey got hit). And in a matter of seconds, he was standing near a pile of stones, hoping to find something valuable, besides the upcoming reward and a little experience from the successful shooting.
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In the end, it turns out that no experience is given for the battle.
Veserod carefully collected the fragments of arrows sticking out of the cracks and joints of the golem, scattered and trampled on the ground, and also collected other people's bolts.
- Sorry, buddy, - he muttered to the already dead automaton. - You shouldn't have crawled out of your hole.
Their acquaintance turned out to be short, filled with suffering and sorrow, although not without its warm moments. The way they chased each other with the golem, and how diligently it tried to find Veserod "in the house" - this is what will remain in the hunter's memory first of all.
Having collected all the debris to later take it to the landfill, he squatted down, felt and turned the stone in his hands, from which their friend was made, in order to understand what it was. "Just a stone," the hunter decided. Apparently, the golem was another creation of the mountain that spawned it in order to teach armed humans a lesson - you can't really shoot at a stone, stab it with a spear, or chop it with a sword, especially when it smears you on the ground with its club in one swing. Another question is how it ended up here, in the eastern forest? Veserod examined the surroundings in search of a clearing from which this "golem" came. Perhaps it simply fell or rolled down the mountain and could not return home, and wandered off somewhere. A sad fate, but there were no other options. Usually, a single spirit, having ended up in the territory of another, dies due to its unsuitability to foreign conditions, but this one turned out to be stronger than what the forest could offer it. It had already destroyed a considerable area, deprived the local fauna of their usual habitats, and angered the spirit of the eastern forest. Every day of delay meant an ever-increasing rage of the deity, the result of which could be completely unpredictable for these places and the town of people, as well as for all these vast lands. Spirits and gods of nature are, although entities of a different order, far from human passions, but in the matter of the integrity of their possessions, they are like a typical capricious "arrest-crazed" person, playing tricks on a neighbor.
Having finished examining the battlefield and completing his mental chain of thought, Veserod stood up, brushed off his hands, and coughed loudly to attract the attention of the fighters.
- This... - he looked at everyone. - Well done! Good hunt.
Satisfied, he nodded to himself for this speech, full of leadership, born from long training sessions with Gungnir, and stepped aside to the road, began to rummage through his pockets and bags, checking his equipment, waiting for everyone to be ready to return to the city.
Let's hold a tournament for the remaining extra coin.
Oh, I made a mistake twice. The experience is actually 166.
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
The Golem attacks Rohey.
Rohey takes 100 damage (40/80)
Rohey nobly and bravely runs away from the golem. Just in case.
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Should we role-play and loot the reward from the NPC, or just let the engine award it so we don't gather in a large group? If it's not necessary, then after this role-playing session ends, we can probably go straight to the red zone after dividing the loot. What do you think? (I hope the engine or its executor, Gulveig, will heal the injured).
Let's have a tournament for the remaining extra coin...
Memories.
Where do we end up when we save the world?
Having finished his training, Renold was resting in his modestly furnished room when Ilva burst in, as usual. Her brother was already used to such unceremonious visits; he was glad that they were no longer arguing over the events of last week.
“So, did you manage to help Claudia?” Renold asked, watching as Ilva spread some books on the table.
“Yeah.” Her sister nodded briefly, then approached her brother and handed him a bag of boots. “Here, this is for your help.”
“Uh… she could have just given me money…” Renold scratched his head, examining the purchase.
“You could at least say thank you! Look at what you’re wearing.” She glanced with disdain at the half-broken clogs that served as the young man’s shoes. “I almost died of embarrassment watching you try to run in those last week.”
“They’re good enough for me,” the young man shrugged, then quickly added: “But I’m not complaining, thank you very much! And… what are you reading?” He decided to change the subject, nodding towards the books his sister had spread out.
“Well, someone has to broaden their horizons, not just swing a stick all day.” Ilva smirked. “Although this one,” she ran her finger over the cover of “Visterian Currencies,” “is the most boring thing I’ve ever read.”
“And the second one?” Renold flipped through “Airisufir” in his hands. “Sounds interesting, can I borrow it? I’ll take a look when I have time.”
“Okay. Well, I don’t have time to stand around here, I need to go to the market.” Ilva quickly gathered her things and headed for the exit. “See you tonight.”
Renold watched his sister leave and stood thoughtfully in the middle of the room for a few minutes. Then, with quick steps, he headed to the meeting place regarding the golem. Now he also wanted to prove that he wasn’t wasting his time in the training hall for nothing.
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However, during the battle, the command assigned him to… guard the trees at the edge of the arena? Renold was slightly upset by this outcome, but he perfectly understood that he wouldn’t be of much use in this battle anyway, and in a sense, he had even imposed himself on the others. Be that as it may, they gained experience working together, the battle ended without casualties, so overall, the young man was satisfied with the result. Waiting for the others to finish their business, he silently headed back to the village. He didn’t feel like raising his voice after today’s “heroism.” The words of old Gungnir came to mind. Renold sighed heavily and shook his head. Of course, the baron was right. He will always have time to die. Take, for example, the task of exploring the western forest, which he had previously seen on the notice board – they will definitely have to deal with it.

