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— Hello, elder. — Overcoming her inner reluctance, Kotori introduced herself. — I happened to hear that your village is facing some difficulties, some kind of trouble. Could you tell me more? What is this creature, what is it known for? What does it look like, how big is it? What is the reward?
-- Aaa... So, are you taking the job? Well, listen: it's not very big, it's kind of... maybe the size of a young birch tree. Though, who knows. I haven't measured it. And it's not very fat, maybe as wide as a cow, even smaller. So, it's like a big snake, but with small legs, a large and scary head. It eats any livestock we have – from chickens to sheep. It also ate a young boy. And two girls. And old Jacques. Or maybe Jacques just drowned, or something. It lives in the pond near the village, usually comes out at night. I don't understand anything else – you city folk are smart, you study all sorts of nasty things in universities. We'll collect fifty silver coins, probably. No, forty.
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- What, not ready? I'm ready. Just need to empty my bowels, - Kraight stretched his limbs, which had stiffened after the burning potion. - Listen, since we're talking about it, there's some kind of creature outside the city, near the village. A hacker or something like that. I was going to give it a good beating. Now I'm thinking – maybe I can burn it with your potion. That would be cool.
-- May I be boiled in a cauldron if I know what a hacker is. But we can try. We just need to see how powerful the fire is first. Ahem. Can you shoot? Can you use a sling? Maybe you're good at throwing axes?
- Uh... - Krayt picked his nose. - Maybe I do... Haven't tried it. A normal guy gets close enough – within the length of a spear – and sprays any bitch that gets in his way.
-- Hmm, -- the burly man leans over the counter and looks intently at Duncaniel. -- You have quite a face. But we have room for everyone here, so what will it be: something stronger or weaker, more or less?
-- Thank you... Yes, something stronger, but just a little for now, I don't know how strong it is, -- the elf lied without batting an eye.
-- I don't need to hear about the dangers of fornication. My second son from the sifaka died... Well, alright, goodbye then. And make sure you're not late.
After saying goodbye to his new employer, Unus began to think about where the village elder, in whose village a monster had appeared, might be. After some thought, the paladin concluded that he was in one of the inns. Spotting the first person in the crowd, the preacher asks about the most popular establishments of this kind.
If you don't want to role-play, you can send me straight to "The Boars".
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A normal guy - gets close enough to the length of a longboat and sprays any bitch that gets in his way.
And the bitches are happy with this development.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Having listened to the menu, Ruven noted that even foreign wine was served here. You won't find that in every tavern. It's a bit expensive, though, not for ordinary people... And the rich selection of food also pleased him; he wouldn't have to snack on moldy bread here.
A large mug of good dark beer is just what you need on a March day. It only slightly intoxicates, but noticeably increases strength. The chicken is bony and lacks culinary finesse, but it's still a whole roasted bird, a large piece of meat that isn't rotten or raw – most people only see something like this during a holiday. A generous slice of bread accompanied the chicken, so Ruven is now full until tomorrow. +30 HP until the end of the day. Permanent effect - misfortune.
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After noon...
Gathering his thoughts, Ruven got up from the bench. People were dispersing; it was time for him to go too. Passing by a small group listening to a preacher loudly speaking about human vices and the blessings of the Almighty, he glanced at the speaker for a moment, as if considering whether to stop and listen. But saving his soul could wait; right now, it was time to learn more about the tournament and the Stronghold. So, without lingering any longer, he left the square and headed there.
The Stronghold is what Tirren started with long ago. The lord of these lands built a donjon and a wall around it, the settlement grew, and it was surrounded by a new wall, and then again, until finally, the city, where merchants, workers, and all those who profit from them began to flock in large numbers, expanded faster than foundations could be laid. The wall surrounding the city was last rebuilt, and Tirren took on the form that it presented to Ruven. Now, the Stronghold – that very concentric circle of stone walls that gave rise to the city – is the home of all Tirrenian knights. The wealthiest and most noble can have residences in the corresponding quarter, but most of them spend much of their time here: training, dining, praying, and receiving the latest news and orders when needed. The guards let Ruven pass without unnecessary questions. A page, a boy of about thirteen, leads him to the commandant, asking for his name and giving a brief instruction: "The Commandant of the Stronghold, Count Rudolf du Sartori, ordered me to personally introduce people like you to him. I presume your family's nobility is significantly less, so don't forget to bow." The contempt in the young man's words is purely formal. He probably doesn't like either his job or Ruven himself, or rather, both. The named count is in the middle inner courtyard, where an arena for foot combat has been set up, and Ruven notices that the knights have already begun their duels. "Count du Sartori," the page gives his lord a somewhat crooked bow – whether due to illness, clumsiness, or simply carelessness. "Ruven Aiketir, a warrior from Fendrin, has arrived." "Good. Return to your duties," the count says slowly and quietly – there is no need for this given his status. "Well, Ruven, we've introduced ourselves, now let's see what kind of person you are. How do you rate yourself as a warrior? Are you ready to fight?" Fragment, you rarely show up, and battles, especially with strong builds, are long. Write down approximately a plan - when to auto-attack and when to retreat while provoking a free attack. Attachment 66527 Attachment 66528
-- Thank you... Make it a bit stronger, but just a little, I don't know how much I can handle yet, -- the elf lied without batting an eye.
-- Alright... How about the money? I can pour you some of that swill that our idiotic alchemist makes. If you add some pepper or make a berry liqueur, it's almost good, but it's more expensive. There's whiskey from reliable sources. And a potent herbal liquor. And for food, we can have something from the communal pot, or I can get some meat and pickles.
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- Uh... - Krait picked his nose. - Maybe I can... I haven't tried. A normal guy gets close enough to touch and sprays any bitch that gets in his way.
-- It's bad that you can't do that. Well, at least you can throw it further than I can. Otherwise, if you don't throw it far enough, we're done for. Anyway, I'm ready anytime. If you don't have anything else to do, we can go right now, or we can go later.
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After saying goodbye to his new employer, Unus began to think about where the village elder, in whose village a monster had appeared, might be. After some thought, the paladin concluded that he was in one of the taverns. Spotting the first person in the crowd, the preacher asks about the most popular establishments of this kind.
If you don't want to role-play, you can send me straight to "The Boars".
Yes, these runs are unnecessary here. We're already moving slowly. Having successfully completed his deduction, Unus finds the village elder drinking and eating at "The Boars". You decide how to handle the cooperation.
"Yeah, right, use a potion when I'm completely out of stamina. No way..."
-- M-maybe I have enough for a flask? Yeah, I haven't tried that one yet, let's do it. And since I'm out and about, I'll get something with meat.
[Hopefully, it'll cost no more than 10 silver. If not, then no food for me.]
"Alright, Marfa! Bring the meat over here," he shouts loudly to someone in the adjacent room, from which slightly dubious smells emanate, and crawls under the counter, returning with a wooden mug containing a relatively generous portion of whiskey. "I poured a little extra. You'll pay a bit more, but you'll drink more, right? Ah, you'll ask for another refill anyway. And maybe you'll ask for something else... look around, heh-heh..."
All this splendor cost him a whopping 5 silver and 5 copper coins. Now that he has food and drink, he just needs to find a place to sit. From his spot, he can see the following options:
Join a large group of plainly dressed and generally unremarkable people, except for their tendency to shout and bang their mugs loudly. They have occupied several tables at once, but you might be able to squeeze onto a bench in the corner.
Sit near the players. There's a crowd of people around them, and you'll have to sit almost in the corner, but they're unlikely to bother you.
Find a spot among the diverse crowd. There's bound to be a place somewhere, but besides the actual crowd of girls hanging around them, two people are currently beating each other's faces in. A dubious gathering...
Settle into the darkest corner and try not to draw attention to yourself. But someone is already sitting there, and they might not be happy with the company.
Finally, you can stand at the edge of the counter. Chat with the bartender, and get insults from everyone.
Find a spot among a large group of plainly dressed and generally unremarkable people, except for their tendency to shout and bang their mugs loudly. They've taken up several tables, but you might be able to squeeze onto a bench in the corner. Sit near the players. There's a crowd around them, and you'll have to sit almost in the corner, hunched over, but at least they probably won't bother you. Find a spot among the diverse crowd. You'll find a place, but besides the real crowd of girls hanging around them, there are two guys beating each other up right now. A dubious gathering... Settle into the darkest corner and try not to stand out. But someone's already sitting there, and they might not appreciate the company. Finally, you can stand at the edge of the counter. Chat with the bartender, get insults from everyone.
Assessing the likelihood of getting useful information from the shouters, players, or fighters, Dunkaniell decided that it was best to be at the edge of the counter. Of course, the blows might affect his work tomorrow, but so what? He's not a superior race, can't he handle some monkeys? And even if there weren't reasons to be stubborn, there are. As long as his family is missing somewhere, there are definitely reasons to endure.
This, of course, flashed through his mind unconsciously as the "goblin" shifted, settling in more comfortably and preparing to dodge the blows. Not too obtrusively, of course, so as not to provoke his tormentors. He could occasionally make funny movements or even stumble and fall to the floor; it doesn't really matter.
-- They're bullying me, -- he said to the bartender after another "incident." -- Oh, if I could just fight, I'd give them a piece of my mind, and they'd leave me alone, but who would teach me... -- the ugly creature sighed.
Yes, these runs are just unnecessary here. And we're already moving slowly. Having successfully applied his deduction skills, Unus finds the headman drinking and eating at the "Boars" tavern. You guys figure out how to cooperate.
Unus notices that the headman is talking to a woman. He approaches them, introduces himself as an old man, and asks about the monster, ignoring the woman's presence.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Having assessed the likelihood of obtaining useful information from the hecklers, players, or brawlers, Dunkaniël decided that it was best to stay on the edge of the counter. Of course, the bruises might affect his work tomorrow, but so what? He's not a superior race, can't he handle some monkeys? And it's not like there's no reason to be stubborn, but there is. As long as his family is missing, there are definitely reasons to endure. This, of course, all flashed through his mind subconsciously as the "goblin" shifted, settling in more comfortably and preparing to dodge the blows. Not too obtrusively, of course, so as not to provoke his tormentors. He could occasionally twitch amusingly or even stumble, falling to the floor – it wouldn't matter. -- They're bullying me, -- he said to the bartender after another "incident." -- Ugh, if only I knew how to fight, I'd give them a piece of my mind and they'd leave me alone, but who would teach me... -- the ugly fellow sighed.
"Not a single lazy passerby paid any "attention" to Dunkaniël. For the most part, it was limited to rough shoves, and he managed to dodge serious attempts to harm him, but one of the patrons took a particular dislike to him and landed a strong blow to his kidneys. Dunkaniël [47/60] The whiskey they poured him is a potent drink, harsh, strong, it burns his throat, but it warms him from the inside. The piece of pork leg doesn't seem entirely fresh, but it's been cooked well enough, so he probably won't get poisoned. At least, it will allow him not to get too drunk. +10% unique damage absorption for all damage types until the end of the day. (additional multiplier, does not stack) Permanent effect -- misfortune
-- Ehma! They're bullying him, the one sitting in the aisle. See those fine fellows, -- one of the "fine fellows" is currently slamming the second one against the wall with his foot and is now applying makeup to his face with his fists. -- They'll teach him a lesson... He paused, took a sip of beer, and suddenly continued, quieter. -- I see you're not poor... Did you hear about the new decree? Now we can all walk around with daggers or swords. But those who needed to, already did, and those who didn't, won't be able to handle it anyway, and they'll be beaten to death even with a stone. The king, it seems, really likes to indulge our brethren with freedoms so that it's easier to reach into their pockets. And what am I getting at? I can point you to people who can teach you a thing or two about using sharp objects. But information is also a currency.
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Unus notices that the elder is talking to a woman. He approaches them and, introducing himself as an old man, asks about the monster, ignoring the woman's presence.
The elder looks at Unus with confusion, then at Kotori, then back at Unus, takes a swig from a bottle of strong liquor, and, in a very polite tone, but with the same awful accent, tells the "noble knight" the same thing he just told Kotori.
“I accept,” the woman replied sharply to the elder’s previously asked question, and then turned to the man, “I hope, sir Knight, you will not refuse to help.”
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