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After fierce battles with several more groups of rats and their leader, the slightly scratched elf put away his flute and approached the skeleton, which likely belonged to their victim.
"Nightmare claims you for its realm. Accept this rest, unknown one."
The undead stared back impassively with the black voids of empty eye sockets. With a wave of his hand in a magical gesture, Radiell absorbed the spark of residual death energy, barely flickering in these bones, healing the wounds inflicted by the rats, and the skeleton, gnawed by the sewer creatures, crumbled into dust – it had given everything it had and finally ceased to exist in this world.
The performance was over, and the corruption had left the collectors. For how long? The mercenaries discovered the source of the summoned creatures – something like a small figurine on the ashes of the largest destroyed rat, but not the one who left it. Perhaps they would meet this sorcerer again, but for now, it was time to return upstairs and report on the completion of the task.
And in the tavern, news was already waiting about Calimor's departure and the arrival of Davalia. In the morning, it turned out that Faiblupp had transformed from iron into a hairy creature – apparently, he had caught the same curse as those trolls, only in reverse. With all these ubiquitous spells, something definitely needed to be done, and Radiell, meanwhile, had new tasks on the agenda. Someone had stolen the hunting arsenal in Viden, so he set off there with Nikta and Araell.
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- M-maybe someone is in the lighthouse and s-saw them? - Araell asked.
"From there, there should be a good view of the area, and that shed is definitely visible. I think it's worth going, maybe the watchman really saw something, if he wasn't asleep, of course."
- M-m-maybe someone is in the lighthouse and s-s-saw them? - Arael asked.
- From there, you should have a good view of the area, and you can definitely see that shed. I think it's worth checking out; maybe the watchman really saw something, if he wasn't asleep.
- Good idea. If anything, we can take a look ourselves... you guys, that is. I don't see any point in me going anywhere; just the thought of it gave the huntress a bout of agoraphobia.
Nikta and her companions headed towards the lighthouse.
Remember that slimy creature that spat on you? He actually regrets it.
/group - I don't regret it, - the jelly stated firmly. Author
- Heh, so it seems this is one of the strongest types of mages there are. I don't think he's evil, otherwise he would have simply split the trolls into pieces, but the fact that he has a terrible sense of humor is immediately clear. Perhaps he wasn't lying, and singing really does make hair grow. And Miss Fay grew hair because she attacked the trolls; the curse passed on to her. This is just a side effect, of course; it's unlikely that the "Magus" foresaw this.
- Yeah, a strong mage who didn't foresee it. So he's not that strong or not very smart. True masters have any plan go according to plan, without any side effects.
ps when I write that I thought about something, etc., I really did think about it, and didn't just "say" it.
Opening his eyes and beholding the marvel of the otherworldly realm before him, Zeikin stood up and went outside. Taking out a pack of cigarettes, he leaned against the wall of the house and spent some time in contemplation, smoking one after another – until his head became clouded with nicotine – looking at his feet, pondering the fleeting nature of existence, and leveling up his faith stat by one point.
And then it turns out that it wasn't suicide after all, but the guy himself coldly and deliberately killed her, and now he's putting on a dramatic show because he's facing the consequences...
The American waves to the trolls, heaves Fai onto his back, and they head down, first to the nearest village. There, Henry searches for someone alive (or not quite) to ask about the sorcerer.
- Wait, wait! I'm coming with you! - said the woman who was singing to the trolls. - It's not very pleasant to wander alone in the mountains. My name is Skitelzia, I'm from Radovud. Arriving in Uver and questioning the locals, the Claw managed to find out that the townspeople had seen a man who matched the description of Henry. One of the residents reported that the mage wanted to "take a steam bath" and was likely heading to the hot springs south of the monastery and cemetery.
- Are you looking for a sorcerer? - one of the residents of Uver asked the mercenary.
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- Well... This is quite unusual. I suggest letting these two talk in private, as it's not appropriate for outsiders to listen to this, but you, - he addresses the man, - if something goes wrong, let us know.
Morning
Widening his eyes and seeing before him a miracle of the otherworldly, Zeikin got to his feet and went outside. Taking out a pack of cigarettes, he leaned against the wall of the house and reflected for a while, smoking one after another - until his head was spinning from the nicotine - looking at his feet, pondering the transience of being, and leveling up his Faith skill by one point.
The mercenaries left the man and went on their way, not forgetting to collect their reward at the town hall.
Each of the mercenaries receives 150 experience points.
I don't think it's worth leveling up the Faith skill by one point yet, maybe you'll level up something else?
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And in the tavern, they were already waiting for news about Kalimor's departure and the arrival of Davalia. In the morning, it turned out that Faiblupp had turned from iron into a hairy creature - apparently, he had caught the same curse as those trolls, only in reverse. With all these ubiquitous spells, it was imperative to deal with them, and meanwhile, Radiell had new tasks on the agenda. Someone had stolen the hunting arsenal in Videns, so he and Nikta and Araell headed there.— From there, there should be a good view of the area, and I'm sure you can see that shed. I think it's worth going there, maybe the watchman really saw something, if he wasn't asleep.
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Damn, I was really reading the thread wrong. - Good idea. If anything, we can take a look ourselves... You can, that is. I don't see any point in me going anywhere, - the thought of it caused the huntress to have an attack of agoraphobia. Nikta and her companions headed to the lighthouse.
After paying the ferryman for crossing the river, the Claw found themselves on the opposite bank. When they knocked on the door of the lighthouse, an old man opened it.
- Good morning.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
- Wait, wait! I'll join you! - said the woman who had been singing to the trolls. - It's not very pleasant to wander alone in the mountains. My name is Skitelzia, and I'm from Radovud.
-- Okay, -- Henry didn't object. He decided not to ask the woman about her life, figuring it was just a minor side quest involving escorting her. And if anything came up, Davalia could handle the chatting without him...Author
- Are you looking for a sorceress? - one of the inhabitants of Uver asked the mercenary.
-- Well, not just any sorceress, but a specific one. Healthy, wearing a skirt... Do you know her?
-- Okay, -- Henry didn't object. He decided not to ask the woman about her life, figuring it was just a minor side quest involving escorting her. And if anything came up, Dalia would handle the conversation without him...-- Well, not just any sorcerer, but a specific one. Healthy, wearing a skirt... Do you know him?
- I haven't seen him. But my husband... come with me, and you can see for yourselves.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
- I didn't see him. But here, my husband...come with me, take a look yourself.
Henry exchanges glances with Dávalia, his look as if saying: "Everyone here has some kind of trouble or problems, aren't they tired of it? This place is clearly cursed; living here is some strange form of masochism, I'm telling you." He sighs and follows the woman.
Henry exchanges glances with Dávalia, his look as if saying: "Everyone here seems to have some kind of trouble or problems, aren't they tired of it? This place is clearly cursed; living here is some strange form of masochism, I'm telling you." He sighs and follows the woman.
- Here, look, or rather, listen. Hey, John!
- Moo! - the man drawled. - Moo, ooo(( - And now our sheep-cow is talking, can you imagine? - Ahahaha! - Dávalia burst out. - Oh, I'm sorry. - Only a Warlock could do something like that.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
- Moo! - the man drawled. - Moo, ooo(( - And now our sheep-cow can talk, can you imagine? - Ahahaha! - Davalia burst out. - Oh, excuse me) - Only a warlock could do something like that.
-- Lol, -- Henry commented. -- And does this only apply to speech, or is his mind also... well, horned now? "Ahaha, horned now!" "Stop laughing at someone else's misfortune, Henry!" "The guy fulfilled his dream and became a cowboy!" "Have some decency :(" "Ahaha, now I'm sure we're in Poland! Remember? Tylko Jedno W Głowie Mam!" "Henry!" "Now everyone in the village will bully him! Ahaha, you get it, Gwen, BULLY?!" -- So, can he write on paper what happened to him? -- the American asked, after managing to suppress his hysterical laughter.
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