Posts from Horizon of Darkness

- That's a shame, - Zeikin agreed.

I have nothing more to say to her


also, I'll try to log in tomorrow, but I'll probably be less active, so you can lead me around on a leash

you can lead me around on a leash too

- Don't cry, little one, there's enough for every miner. - the kind pirate encouraged the girl. - I had my hand bitten off by a shark, and I didn't cry, or the guys wouldn't understand. And here, you just took a bath in the mud. But in general, I would advise you not to wander around aimlessly, you might stumble upon a cyclops or something... Maybe I can escort you to the miners or wherever you need to go?

2. The Talking Well. The residents of the town of Vidensa, located in the north, are complaining about a talking well, believing that they don't need another chatterbox like the one in Orige. It is necessary to determine the cause of the well's verbal activity and eliminate it.

I put the letter in my pocket. – Nice to meet you, Nina. We are mercenaries from the "Northern Claws." The talkative one is Henry, the one in armor is Kalimor. I am Nikta. We came here from the south to spread good and bring justice. I see there is a lot of work for us here.

-- Well, my legs are almost falling off anyway, so let's go. But first, let's send a message to our people.
He takes (or finds) paper and a pen and writes: "Formally, you forgot someone," Kven thought.
"Oh, right, the sword too."
He crosses out the last one, writes:
He calls Nikta and gives her the letter for her pocket.

- Hello. Are you by any chance mercenaries?

"Once upon a time, a strange man, an underground dweller, and a magnificent sword with a pet golem walked into a village. Almost immediately, an old man approached them and asked, 'Hello. Are you, by any chance, mercenaries?' It's like a joke, but it also reflects our current reality."

So you have patches, everything is taken care of. 😎

-- Hiiii! Well, you know. We've already worked for free today, so now we only do quests for money.

Sword to the point, why ask...

I write down the names, sign the document, say goodbye to Natashka, and head to the tavern, waiting for the guys to return. Afterwards (when everyone has finished their tasks, if they still have any), the whole group goes to the public bathhouse, where we exchange information and discuss the next course of action.

-- "We are the Claws of the North," he replied, scratching his ear.
"Even I have remembered it now, although I initially confused it with the claws of death. Old age..."