Posts from Horizon of Darkness

- So much time wasted on wandering around when the answer was already known... - Faiblupp grumbled happily, then pondered how much time living creatures waste throughout their lives, engaging in all sorts of unnecessary nonsense.

If there are no suitable candidates in the tavern, Henry goes to the administration and increases the reward for singing to 10 gold (if necessary, he pays a silver to have the advertisement corrected).

I would look for the ingredients to finish this quest. The river is close, but there are some issues with the mountains. Will I have time to go there and back in one day?

Just to the river and back.

“We shouldn’t have brought the body with us,” Joe suddenly said. “Now that these fish-men, or whatever they are, return to their lair, they’ll find out that we’ve figured them out. And Petro and Kolyan are good guys, of course, but they don’t have iron tongues – I bet half the village knows about the cursed statue now. We should have set up an ambush right there; maybe we would have caught the bandits by night. But now, I doubt we’ll ever find them, unless they’re complete fools.”

- If he died recently, I could try to find out who he was... - suggested Faiblupp.
...or rather, who took his head?

– Oh, really? And what will you tell the alchemist when she asks where the head is? “Sorry, we forgot the head at home”? “A dog ate the head”?

—In this state, it hardly makes a difference whether you hit them in the head or not; it’s all the same. But we are missing out on a real opportunity to deal with this swamp scum, and believe me, wise Joe knows what he’s talking about.

-- T.c. Common sense dictates that you should at least ask the client, -- said Henry, picking at his ear as if to say, "But frankly, I don't care anymore, and neither does the alchemist."

In reality, under normal circumstances, Joe wouldn't have cared either way – getting paid was good enough. But in seeking revenge for the alchemist, he had a personal interest: the old pirate believed that if the miracle-worker had survived, he would have brewed a potion to restore his lost limbs. Now, due to the actions of unknown maniacs, the hopeful mercenary was left with nothing, and he yearned to find the scoundrels and reward them with the same fate they inflicted on the poor alchemist.

– Oh, come on! And what will you tell the alchemist when she asks where the head is?! “Sorry, we forgot the head at home”? “A dog ate the head”?

– But what does she need it for? It would be one thing if she hung it on the wall or made it into a nightlight. But no, she’ll bury it in the ground, and it will still be eaten. So what difference does it make if it’s worms, a dog, or someone else? You’re weird.

"You know, it reminded me of a joke..." Zeikin decided to lighten the gloomy atmosphere a bit: He chuckled, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, and scratched the back of his head. "What was I saying? Oh, it's a pity he didn't drown; it was a terrible way to die. But I don't quite understand – why? Cannibals would have killed him right away. But they just cut him up and left him. Were they preparing for some kind of ritual? Or just for fun? And most importantly, if there are such villains living there who can simply kidnap a random person from the shore, it means they can also snatch a grandmother or a child from the city. We need to bring this to the attention of the administration. In my opinion, they should just blow up that statue with cannons." Added 18 minutes later "...Or maybe they wanted to make some kind of products from the bones?" Zeikin snapped his fingers, struck by a brilliant idea. "We had one guy like that in our block; he called himself a 'tendon carpenter, a craftsman of torment.' He made furniture from people. He was completely crazy; it was hard to serve time with him. When he finally annoyed everyone, they locked him in a solitary cell and poured fuel through the window in the door and threw in a burning rag. It's the same here. Who knows what kind of creatures roam our vast lands."

We need to inform the administration about this.

-- Yes, everything has already been reported. Where were you, Zeik? As for the executions, I don't really care, but if there really are merfolk there, as Joe says, then flooding the statue won't hurt them much, but it will help us.

- ...Or maybe they wanted to make some kind of artifacts from bones? - Zeikin snapped his fingers, struck by the brilliant idea. - We had one such guy in our block, he called himself a "tendon carpenter, a craftsman of suffering." He made furniture from people. Completely insane, it was hard to serve time with him. When he finally annoyed everyone, they locked him in solitary confinement and poured fuel through the window in the door and threw in a burning rag. That's what happened here. Who knows what kind of creatures roam our vast lands.

*suppresses a bout of nausea*

- Let's not resort to barbarism... Leave the head alone.

but if there really are fish people there, like Joe says, then flooding the statue won't hurt them much, but it will hurt us.

- When you're sitting in a house that's being blown to smithereens, gills won't help you.

"Well, everyone's so sensitive," the huntress thought, "the soul has long since left this body and is with its god. It doesn't care what happens in the mortal world, but we could certainly use some extra information." - Perhaps the inhabitants of the head were guarding their home, or wanted to bury the great shaman with honors according to their customs. Did anyone know that something was wrong there before us? But I agree that we should deal with this trouble as soon as possible. Nikta pondered, considering what to do with the free time. - The ingredients won't gather themselves, will they? I plan to take a walk to the river and gather some riverweed. And I'll stop by Naebi's. I can go alone, but if anyone wants to join me, I wouldn't mind the company.