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Why? Did you feel sorry for him?

Gungnir with Yua and the GM's character, of course... And also Ryohei. Probably the most intense epilogue of all of them.

I thought the Game Master was like that before creating each expansion.

There was one like that in the previous one.

Gungnir with Yua and the Game Master's character, of course... And also Ryohei.

So, everything was planned in advance? Wow...

And does Faith no longer grant elemental resistances?

Only for followers of Arteria.

Lester Vargas

- Hey, listen... do you know what time it is? Well, roughly, can you feel it? No?... I don't give a damn what time it is... Whatever hour it is - doesn't matter... You know, ever since I sailed away from home, I've been feeling this melancholy. Didn't think it would be like this. Don't feel like sleeping, don't feel like drinking, don't feel like smoking... I don't feel like doing anything. But if I remember something good, my heart warms up a little. And there was plenty of good. Where are you from yourself? Also from Royenthal, huh? No kidding! Brother! Well, this calls for a toast! So... Cheers... to living well in this world... Well!.. Ughhh, that's strong as hell. Yeah, I didn't recognize you at first. You're a citizen of Royenthal too, Yakov Palych. Did you serve? Of course you served, you're wearing a striped undershirt. We all serve. And I just got back from service myself. Honorably discharged on my own, ha-ha-ha! What's wrong with me? Well, this... Traumatic syndrome. I wake up in a cold sweat every night, seeing dreams where my squad was wiped out and I crawl out from under a pile of corpses alone... Dark stuff... Huh? Why was I just sleeping like a log and snoring so loud the whole ship shook? Got seasick... I can tell you a story, but it won't fit in a couple of words. Though where's the rush? We've still got time before we arrive. Want a cigarette? No? Well, I guess it's awkward for you. I'll light one up myself. So anyway, listen... My old man is an officer. Served in many places, beat the Serberian scum, chased down non-humans, a real hard case. My folks thought I'd become the same. An officer dynasty, the oath, the honor of the uniform, all that. You know how it is. But it so happened that I didn't get into the army on time. I developed some illness, you know... Like some kind of inflammation, or cancer, or anemia, or something with the heart, or something like that... To some extent I'm an expert myself, but I can't tell you exactly... Sooo... The doctors didn't know what was wrong, couldn't find the cause. I tell them I feel sick, they nod, take the money, take the tests too, but can't help with anything. They write a paper - exemption from the army for such-and-such a period, and I sit at home. I couldn't work with this ailment either, that's obvious. I sit around, read books, take walks outside, though rarely. And my old man was on a deployment at the far frontier all that time, so me and mom just sat at home. Well, "at home" - she goes to work in the morning, comes back in the evening and bustles around the house. And I'm self-improving. We had lots of books, a whole bookcase. What else is there to do at home? Lots of boring stuff. I mean - complex scientific books. I read them all and came to the conclusion that our Royenthal is rather backward. Hey, hold on, hold on! Why are you looking at me like that? I'm not saying the country is bad, I'm actually more of a patriot than you. It's just, like, sort of... It lacks innovation, you understand? In my city, most people have an outhouse in the yard, a hole in the ground. And that's normal for us, but in Serberia - people already have special devices right in their homes, you press a button and the water flushes everything away by itself. Science, brother! Fine mechanics! It should make our lives easier. As long as a man is carrying out the slop bucket all day long, what talk can there be about expanding territories? Exactly right - none. I can see from your smart eyes that you understand it yourself. That's why those bastards drove our boys out of Elheim... Well, whatever. What else?.. Ah, then they brought all sorts of cool magazines to our shops, about the adventures of warriors and mages, about hand-to-hand fighting tournaments, with pictures, and many issues... I really liked all that too. Mostly foreign ones. Ours, you understand, don't write much of that stuff. At most - novels about how an officer with his modern knowledge goes back in time, becomes a Valkyr and changes history so that both our Elheim and the whole continent benefit. That's cool too, I read plenty of those. Yeahhh, those were good times... ... ... ...I got distracted. So anyway, I sat there, developing myself, decided - if not with military valor, then at least I'll shine with brains and education. Sat for a long time. And then my old man comes back from the hot zone, finds out I haven't even been in the army yet, and starts laying into me so hard I went through the window and flew out into the street. My old man is a real beast! With his left hand he can wrestle down a Valkyr, while with his right he's saluting the Chancellor. So even despite his age and the fact that I'm his son - he gave me a solid beating. And so I went off to compulsory service. Didn't really want to anymore, but duty is duty... I don't know if it was a coincidence or if he pulled some strings, but I ended up in a brutal training camp... Hey, look at this tattoo - airborne, damn it! Reconnaissance! Special forces! Now you understand, Palych, who you have the honor of meeting?.. That's right. Guys like you, I eat ten for breakfast. Ha-ha, alright alright, I'm just joking. Let's have another one instead, to our acquaintance. Ughhh!.. This one goes down easier. And let me light a fresh cigarette... You sure you don't want one? Well, suit yourself... So... What was I talking about?.. Ah, right. So, they were training me for a special unit that gets inserted into Serberia. I'm telling you this brother-to-brother, but damn it, you better not tell anyone! Got it? This is serious business, brother, you understand. I can see you're a decent guy since we got talking, but this is a state secret. Even though we're buddies, if the order comes - you'll be eliminated. And it might even be me who does it. So not a word. Sooo... Yeah... Well, anyway, they ran us through hell in that training camp. But I, you understand, was already a bit past conscription age, I had quite a few years on me by then, and I'm smarter than those snot-nosed kids. So they made me a sergeant right away, which makes sense. And what's it like being a sergeant? The main thing is that the enlisted men are properly drilled, and the rest doesn't matter. You don't do guard duty, you rest a lot, the rookies run errands for your cigarettes. In short, for a big guy like me, the army was good. I didn't swing swords or run drills much. Basically, the main thing is to stay out of the officers' sight and everything's hunky-dory. And then they sent us to Serberia. Again, brother - not a word outside. On paper we all went on leave, but in reality we went on a mission. We visited many places there, in all sorts of districts. Have you been to that shithole yourself? No? Let me tell you - they live well-off, the bastards, rolling in clover. And the people themselves are garbage, but with our resources and their technology... But that won't last long. I noticed a lot of things there that will be a surprise for them in the coming years. Those idiots - they studied neither history nor political science. They've cobbled together God knows what and expect it to work without a hitch, yeah right. Well, I've gotten carried away... I just feel offended for the motherland, you understand? Why are we eating the last crust of bread while they're going crazy with excess? And I'll tell you, brother. I'll even show you. I've got a little magazine... Oops. Recognize who's on the cover? Their slut of a queen. ...That's what I thought until I got first-hand knowledge of the situation. Turns out - she's the only wise woman in the entire government and the entire population. Woman or not, she doesn't give those bootlickers and foreigners any slack. She's all for science and progress with both hands, and those hands are iron-fisted. Just the kind needed to run a state. ...And those tits, look at those tits! They're bursting! Almost falling out! It's like they couldn't find a dress in her size, but I'm sure that's intentional. Listen... there are no prettier women than ours in Royenthal, but I'll honestly say - I've never seen such breasts on our women. That's Serberian food for you. In short, brother, this is a serious opponent for us, and as a learned man, I took upon myself the burden - I mean, the task - of studying the enemy. Again, this is classified information. You understand, for such a magazine they'd ask us seriously back home. And the fact that I'm a scout and my duty is to push the limits - nobody will listen to that. Like I said - our people are great, long-suffering, chosen, but sometimes so damn backward... Well, we'll manage somehow. And you know what else I saw there? What did they teach you in the army? Stabbing with a spear, swinging a sword? Have you even held a musket? We barely held one, and didn't even get to learn. Once every six months you'd go out to the field to fire three shots, and even those were imaginary - they didn't bring bullets, you see, and there was one rifle for ten men. So we never learned, damn it, even though on paper everything's covered up. I didn't learn much from things like that... You understand - it's not a sergeant's business to participate in drills on the receiving end. But in Serberia, I went to no-rules fights. That's when men and women come out and hack each other into blood and meat with whatever they can. And I saw this one guy there... I immediately understood - that's It. The thing I've been predisposed to since birth. That guy's name was something like... Renard or something, or Raynor, or Reinhard, or Ricard... Something like that, I've forgotten already. And so, everyone's standing there with swords and axes like cattle, frowning, and when he was being introduced, he whipped out a knife, spun it vzhzhzh vzhzhzh, and ran his finger across his throat - hrrrrk, like, you're all screwed. And I think - man, that's cool, and I see the women squealing, of course. And so I decided to become a master of that style, to become an elite scout not just in brains but in combat too. I searched for a mentor for a long time - through all sorts of back alleys, and martial arts schools, and never found one. Had to study on my own. I'm far from my peak form yet, but I can already destroy you with a hundred quick cuts in a single strike. Don't believe me? Watch what I can do, ooop-tsa!.. ... Damn!.. Missed it, but it's all because the ship is rocking! On land I can juggle and do any tricks with a blade, we'll get out and I'll show you. By the way, I've got this callsign, I mean, codename - the Night Blade. So if we end up on a mission together, that's what you call me! No names! They don't think twice and hang you for that. The scout's code, damn it. And I never saw that Ricardo guy again, I guess he beat all the locals and went off to a tournament somewhere else. ... ... Did you hear that? Something's running around up top? Looks like we're arriving soon. And I haven't even told you the main part yet. What was it about? Something about the Shengkai people, was it? Or what?.. Ahh, why did I even come here! Right... So, are you sailing on leave? Lucky you. My situation isn't so great. So I was reconnoitering the situation deep in the middle of F*ck-knows-where, gathering data, making plans, writing reports. And then the order came to reassign me to the front - to the Elheim unit. I won't explain, you've served yourself, you know what processes we have there. And my cushy rear-area job was over. Oh well, someone has to do the dirty work too. A specialist and veteran of my caliber - just wastes away in the backwaters, the epicenter is exactly where he belongs. So I arrived, got attached. The squad was small, about five to seven men. We worked with the population, so to speak, and we had some special orders. I wouldn't tell you about them even under torture, it's a serious secret, and you'll be healthier for not knowing. And so, in short... The day D came, the hour H came, and the local forces crushed us. They broke into our headquarters in the sewers and slaughtered all the guys like dogs... They could afford it, the vermin, the scum, the beasts. I was the only one who wasn't there at that moment... I spent the whole week laid up with severe food poisoning. Stomach cramps, fever, vomiting - the whole package. No, not an illness. My own mistake - I drank something I shouldn't have. I just didn't know. Again, I won't go into state secrets, I'll just say it was meant for our enemies, but it ended up in my hands by mistake. It would have killed anyone else on the spot, but me, the big boar, it just took me out of commission for about ten days. And it turned out that the Artery itself saved me from death. I'm not a believer by the way, I'm just saying it as a saying. No man of science and reason would obviously believe in some old woman on a cloud. If she's so benevolent, then why did they take Elheim from us? With all due respect, if you believe it yourself, brother, then you must not be very well-read. ...So what, so what. That's it. My guys didn't rat me out, even if they were interrogated before execution - I'll live a hundred years and be grateful to the brothers for a hundred years. No one came for me. And I was left without a unit, with a failed mission. The options, by regulations and logic, were two - either stay at my post at my own discretion and continue the work. That's what I did at first, but it was getting really tough lately - tons of patrols, the front, and I had classified data. I obviously won't say anything, but what if they have some magic to dig around in my brain? Or go home in disgrace - the command will find out someone survived that operation, pin all the blame on me, and my old man at home will beat the breath out of me, and he'll suffer reputational damage in service because his son didn't die fighting shoulder to shoulder with his comrades. A lousy choice, in short. I quickly realized things were bad, then wandered around the continent a bit, and now I'm sailing with you. I decided to head east. You're on leave, and I'm, so to speak, going deep undercover. So, Palych, you have the honor of knowing a veteran of the airborne reconnaissance forces. Didn't think you'd meet me in this hold, did you? Eh, you! Palych the washrag! That's how it is!
The monologue came to its end, and at that very moment joyful shouts and the stomping of a huge number of feet rang out on the deck.
- We've arrived, - the shaggy fellow nodded to the monkey in the striped undershirt, which had also sensed the arrival and was happily hopping around its cage. - Well, take care, soldier. Maybe we'll meet again.
Picking up his few belongings, he climbed up the ladder and left the hold.



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Strength: 5 | Endurance: 8
Agility: 10 | Perception: 8
Speed: 15 | Intellect: 5
Spirit: 5 | Faith: 2
Charisma: 5 | Beauty: 5


1. +1 to perception
2. +1 to perception


Poison
Camouflage

Equipment: quality field uniform without insignia, inconspicuous traveling cloak, comfortable scout boots, balaclava, a dagger customized for intense hand-to-hand combat - the Widowmaker, a table knife customized for finishing off unsuspecting targets - the Pigsticker, a pocket knife customized for concealed storage and lightning-fast deployment - the Tick, a flask of spirits, cigarettes, long-lasting provisions, several stimulants, a magazine with a huge number of articles and explicit pin-ups of Sophia der Grosse.

Weapon	Power	Damage
Rapier	3	20+2
Saber	4	20+3
Spear	4/6	20+3 | 20+5
Musket	4	120
Two-handed Sword	6	20+5
One-handed Sword	5	20+4
Halberd	5	20+4
Battle Axe	5	20+4
Battle Hammer	6	20+5
Mace	5	20+4
Bow	4	20+2
Crossbow	3	35
Staff	2	20+3
Club	3	20+3
Dagger	2	20+1
Pistol	2	60
Unarmed Combat	-	5
Roman Sword	5	30+4
Katana	5	25+4+1

Is the battle axe a two-handed or one-handed weapon?

Two-handed for those who aren't tough and brutal enough to use it. In previous games, the axe was one-handed, and I don't remember any two-handed versions – Klaus ran around with a shield, and the build focused on axes also implied that.

a magazine with a huge number of articles and candid pin-ups of Sofia der Grosse.

Too much

Too much... At least hide it under a spoiler tag if you can, or put it in a link.

Is the battle axe a two-handed or one-handed weapon?

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Didn't find anything new for myself.

Too much... At least hide it under a spoiler tag, if possible, or put it in a link...

What's too much?... It's very mild erotica by today's standards...

Ment, someone just doesn't like the anime style (thin mouths, noses, etc.), so he tried to draw realistic lips.

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