Posts from Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

Separator.

If there are any living players, it would be better to post it.

I'll sing and get to it.

Added 19 minutes later
I can post everything in one PDF document. It's not difficult for me to quote each post, but I think it will be less readable that way.

Silenthia Merchants
Master Arbalist's Shop
Alchemist's Shop
Bookstore
Wine Shop
Clothing Merchant's Shop:
Exquisite Dress (F): 2 gold
+4 to Etiquette,
Black: +2 to Willpower
Colored: The character can use the Charisma stat instead of Etiquette in dialogues

Exquisite Vest (M): 2 gold
+4 to Etiquette
Black: +2 to Willpower
Colored: +1 to Strength, +1 to Resistance

Priest's Robe
Void: +5% chance to avoid negative effects
2 silver
Cult of Fire: +2 fire spells per day, +20% damage for them
1 gold
Cult of the Sun Father: defense does not consume a turn
1 gold

Gold Ring with Stone: 4 gold
+1 to a stat of your choice

Earrings (F): 4 silver
+1 to Charisma and Etiquette

Gold-Embroidered Cloak: 4 gold
+5 to an existing skill

-- Indeed... It's sad when a noble family declines so drastically, -- the viscount drained his cup, lamenting the fate of the Cassius estate. -- All that remains for you is to enter the service of a powerful lord and prove yourself. Perhaps, when you manage to restore your fortune, you won't be too old. In general, and especially for marriage.

I'll add new abilities later.

Go to PDF.

Do we have a new fighter class? Are we adding a PDF enthusiast to the list of violent offenders, cannibals, and dead inside individuals?

Northern Merchant
"Icebreaker"
Medium Armor
+2 to Strength, Willpower, and Stamina
+25% Defense, +25% Cold Resistance
Immune to all forms of paralysis, slowing, and control in combat
10 gold

Round Shield
Block (Melee): 20%
Block (Ranged): 40%
+10% Defense
5 silver

Terrible Horned Helmet
Useless in combat, -2 to Etiquette and Charisma, the character's madness is obvious to everyone, and its presence reduces sanity (in combat -1 per round)
5 silver

Northern Helmet
+5% to Defense, 25% chance to resist decapitation
5 silver

Decorated Northern Amulet
???
5 silver

Northern-Style Jewelry
+1 to Stamina and Willpower
1 gold

"Skofnung"
One-Handed Sword
Strength: 7
Damage: 80
+20 to Accuracy
Spends a full turn drawing the blade
-1 Attack per round
Cannot be blocked or parried, ignores chances to completely avoid damage
10 gold

"Egill"
One-Handed Axe
Strength: 8
Damage: 60
-4 to Accuracy
Each attack has a chance (Strength*2) to sever an enemy's limb or head
2 gold

"Dyrokol"
Two-Handed Spear
Strength: 8
Damage: 50
Ignores 75% of armor
4 gold

"Cormac"
Two-Handed Bearded Axe
Strength: 9
Damage: 100
-6 to Accuracy
The merchant claims the axe is cursed and will sell it for a symbolic price of 1 gold

Bitter Herbal Beer
+1 to Strength and Stamina until the end of the day, 5% permanently, restores sanity
5 copper per unit

Dried Meat
Does not spoil
3 copper per unit

Whale Fat
Used as fuel and food, +20% Cold Resistance and -2 to Etiquette if used as a balm
5 copper per unit

Slaves
For every taste and budget

Added 27 minutes ago
Added Arandor magic to the general list.
The sky sends the file, and we begin. I will finish the rest later.

Pursuit of the Sun - Страницы 66-84

Emptiness. Emptiness. Emptiness... Fragments of images and words appear and disappear one after another. Spider legs on a crimson cloak. A hand clutching a heart. A fragile brunette in chains. Three young men surrounded by flames. A sword and a goblet. The strings of a lute crumble into broken icy threads. No more real than ants in stone nests, no less real than a star that has died in the endless Void. The fragments coalesce into a fabric, an ugly, tattered canvas made up of many disparate pieces. Patterns appear on it, form into figures, and then disappear again. One day they will solidify. One day they will vanish. But not today. It's time to chase the Sun again.

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-- Yes... It's sad when a noble family fades away like that, -- the viscount drained his goblet in a toast to the unfortunate fate of the Cassius estate. -- All that's left for you is to enter the service of a powerful lord and prove yourself. Maybe, when you manage to restore your fortune, you won't be too old. In general, and especially for marriage.

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Gautier returns to the table. -- My brother told me everything. Imagine, almost last! He thought I would abandon him? Or that I would refuse the most audacious scheme since the Empire? Pfft. Of course, I'll go on the expedition.

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-- Or one of us could check out the brothel... -- Arno pondered. It's unlikely, but possible, that people are being lured from there as well. -- Do you know anyone there? Hargen can, in principle, leave the next day.

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-- Feel free to contact me. There are too few musicians in this world to let talent go to waste. -- I swear, he has a grudge against me, -- Amadeo, who finally retrieved his lute, returns to the orchestra, as usual, with a goblet in his hand. -- I just don't understand why. But let's give the scoundrel credit – he has a good ear. Alright, let's get back to the program. Gunnlaug, are you ready? -- More than ever. Let them start crying.

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-- Indeed... It's sad to see a noble family decline so much, -- the viscount drained his cup, lamenting the fate of the Cassius estate. -- All that remains for you is to enter the service of a powerful lord and prove yourself. Perhaps, when you manage to restore your fortune, you won't be too old. In general, and especially for marriage.

- A man is never too old to marry, - Cassius will reply. - As for the lands... the regent's offer will help me with that. And will you and your men participate in the campaign?

Take down the most observant one first... sounds like a plan.

– No problem, – Ottar nods and prepares a potion according to his grandmother's recipe. At the same time, he checks what herbs are in it... – By the way, I have one medicine... it's for my illness, which I've had since birth, but it sometimes helps others too... try it! Maybe it will make you feel better. And if it doesn't, it won't make things worse, I guarantee it. And here's another thing... you said first or second... but who else was among the first victims of the plague?

The Bloodsucker hands the hunter one sample of the medicine. And finishes preparing the potion.

-- Perhaps one of us could check out the brothel... -- Arno pondered. It's unlikely, but possible that people are being lured from there. -- Do you know anyone there?

- No, no, no, - Voldemar waved his hand with a smirk.
- I don't "know" anyone there, and I don't "want" to know anyone. You can go there yourself if you want.
- However, I doubt that anyone is being "lured" from there. Unless our "clients" are not only interested in commoners...

- Maybe he has his eye on "madam," that's why he's so nervous, - the abominant didn't see who they were talking about, but the assumption was likely correct. - Let's play. The instrument is decisively taken over, eyes intently follow the feasting, the strings pause for a few brief moments, preparing to inflict damage on sanity.

In a fleeting dream, the events of the day flash before Hargon's eyes. Here he is, barely aware of the futility of his efforts, fighting off the encroaching drowsiness, thanking the virtues that have sheltered him, and continuing on his hopeless journey. Along the way, he encounters a trio of paupers; of two quarreling men, one receives a knife in the throat, and the woman flees. The city guard greets him with a frown, pointing him in the direction of the arena. After participating in a pointless brawl, his reward is a spear thrust from a northerner, but even so, his absurd wielding of a two-handed weapon earns the approval of the constable and an invitation to the regent's court. After aimlessly wandering through the market, he improves his armor, crosses paths with a strange female scholar, and inexplicably acquires a black book. After washing up in the bathhouse and downing a mug of ale, the berserker reaches the lord's residence for the grand spring festival. After offering a prayer to the Void, he soon finds himself caught up in the monstrous feast that has erupted. Wine flows like a river, pork melts in the mouth, and the music plunges everyone into a dark, energetic trance. New acquaintances, in addition to the constable, the knight-champion, and the scholar, include the seneschal, the northern jarl, and the regent himself. The wandering knight is offered a journey to the edge of the world, a journey that is almost certain death. An offer that he accepts without a shadow of a doubt. Decision and choice are nothing more than an illusion of paths, all leading to the void. And so, Hargon, a landless knight from Legran, ends his first day. Having eaten his fill, drunk his fill, danced his fill, with bruises and scrapes from the recent brawl on his body, and ancient, eternal scars on his soul. Taking advantage of the lord's mercy, he spends the night in the castle...

So, did anyone save my magic? Too bad I refreshed the page that day...