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Against attacking, whether it's a gray area or, if it comes to that, based on role-playing. But I definitely wouldn't vote for it; it would look a bit silly. We could do it so that Wes looks at everyone and reads their expressions. And Anders is just staring into the cat's eyes.))))
- Ugh, you're so ugly, - Anselm reacted, first looking at their new companion, who was without his mask. After that, he turned to the opposite side, where he saw Ilva in a torn dress, through the slits of which some parts of her body were visible, - Oh my... - the guy blurted out.
If we're being serious, I have an idea for a line and an action (for some kind of role-playing scenario, I think), but there's a chance that he'll do something again, and then I'll get flamed, after which I'll have to leave the server...
I'll write it now.
Revan, and is the eastern forest a completely closed-off area? Should random players not be allowed to enter, or can there be random travelers?
Life in a civilized and prosperous land is undoubtedly good for everyone, but for a mind unaccustomed to luxury, it also carries a certain threat. Divided by appearance and means, the Baldurians quickly began to lose the unity and commonality they had accumulated. And the mysterious disappearance of Alessia also had its unpleasant effect here. As a result, the squad gathered for the forest patrol not as a group of well-trained mercenaries, but like a class of school graduates: each is thinking or talking about something of their own, some are still worried about the disappearance of one of the sisters, and some are discussing recent purchases. The reconnaissance conducted by Ilva's eagle completely dispelled all concerns: the guys entered the forest thicket in a disorganized formation, without a clear plan of action or strategy. First, an ugly goblin suddenly jumped out at them, and then a strange gentleman shrouded in demonic energy. And in both cases, these encounters seemed to come as a complete surprise to the Baldurians: the guys thoughtfully scratched their heads, trying to figure out what to do and how to act. And if Ren himself saw approximately the same threat between the first and second stranger, in the first case the patrol engaged in peaceful negotiations with the goblin; in the second, they opened fire without any warning. A wave of energy emitted as if from the body of the unknown almost knocked the guy off his feet. Somehow regaining his composure, he discovered that his armor had fallen to pieces, and his clothes had turned into a pile of rags. Turning to his frightened and puzzled sister, Ren quickly took off the remnants of his cloak and helped the girl wrap herself in the tattered fabric. After that, he looked around at his comrades and realized: if the stranger had wanted to, they would have been left without weapons, completely at his mercy.
There wasn't much time left to make a decision, but the stranger apparently wasn't going to finish off the hapless patrol just yet, so Reynold boldly stepped forward:Author
— Hey, hey, hey! — He pulls a foreign object out of his eye socket and emits a wave of devastating energy from his body. — Is this how you greet travelers in the west?!
—Sir," Ren raised his palm, stopping his comrades, "please, let's not escalate the situation. The fact is that this area is currently under increased surveillance, which involves questioning and, in the event of resistance, appropriate measures for possible violators. Unfortunately, one of my comrades lost his nerve, which led to a violation of subordination. For this blunder, I, on behalf of our patrol, offer you my sincere apologies." The guy politely bowed his head. "If you are still willing to talk, you can rest assured that the above-mentioned offense by our squad will be considered with all due responsibility, and we will be ready to financially cover your treatment, if, uh, you need it."
“It will heal on its own.” The unexpected change in mood of those who had been attacking him a moment ago caused the stranger’s eyebrows to rise in surprise. “But, of course, all of this was very inhospitable on your part… My name is Zeno, and who are you, soldier of the local army? Why don’t you introduce your silent friends as well?”
Sensing that yet another, and certainly not the first, potentially extremely dangerous misunderstanding had occurred, as well as the extreme vulnerability of their group to this obviously difficult and very strong individual, Gulveig simply gripped the shaft of her spear tighter. Initially, she was somewhat surprised by the behavior of her companions, but, deciding that they knew something, she inwardly agreed with this attack, although she said nothing outwardly. Now, it was even stranger – the fight did not continue, but negotiations began, and this happened after an aggressive action was committed by their side, the Baldr's. However... not that it was bad; it's always better to resolve things with words, but the feeling of danger still lingered.