-- Excellent. Would you like to borrow a harness for mounted skirmishes?
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
New here? I'm Roha — want a quick tour?
-- Excellent. Would you like to borrow a harness for mounted skirmishes?
- Of course. What's the price?
The Bloodsucker reached out to touch her hair.
-- Well, you're quite the scaredy-cat... You can put your sword away, you probably won't need it. Alright, who's going first?
The Craftsman volunteers.
Voldemar can observe the throws of only one player, as everyone is hiding their dice behind glasses.
Ottar was a strange man. His greatest fear and his greatest desire coincided: to meet her. He always imagined his savior as a volatile mixture of beauty and horror. As something that no one remains the same after. And yet, he had only seen her once in his life... and knew nothing about her as a person. And even now, he wasn't sure that she existed. Even now...
– You... – Ottar gasped... – my... savior... my... queen... my... goddess...
The Bloodsucker reached out to touch her hair. To the beautiful crimson curls... How beautiful she is...
– I... am so pathetic, – Ottar suddenly blurted out. – Is it true that we met at the moment of my utter worthlessness... I need more blood... someday I will be worthy of you. Give me a chance, I beg you!
Somewhere deep down, Ottar was tormented by suspicions. What if he was being deceived? What if this was a delusion of the disease, and everyone who was infected saw something similar? Then... then... then his anger would be great! No one dares to tease him with her! But for now... as long as there is a chance... oh, how he wishes it were all true!
Having made a mental note to find Raimund later for a rigorous male training session, Hargon says goodbye to the high society of the capital. The path of the empty knight now lay back to the city – it seems that today the second day of the festival is coming?..
Players sit in a circle clockwise: Warrior, Merchant, Craftsman, Commoner.
Reinforcing Heavy Armor
6 silver
+5 and +5% defense
Savings:
5 silver, 90 copper coins

Even if Ottar meets his fate tonight, he won't regret it!
"You're on your own now!" – Ottar's mind declared and went to celebrate the beginning of spring.
Blood... what is his blood needed for? If not to quench her thirst? There's no better use for it...
– Ah... thirst... – Ottar whispered. – For you... I would sacrifice anything!
Her body... hot as a flame! No creature in this cold, Void-ravaged world possesses such warmth! Blood is life! A crimson ray of perfection amidst a realm of death and despair!
A bestial growl emanates from the Bloodfiend's throat. She responds to her with the passion of a creature that has slumbered for many years, awaiting this moment. No niceties, no preliminaries! Only thirst and lust! Even if tonight Ottar experiences the fate of a praying mantis, he will have no regrets!

- Will you lower the price for reinforcing heavy armor? - Cassius addresses the craftsman.
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He will sooner experience the fate of soiled sleepwear.
Tentacles wrap around limbs and crawl into every orifice.

-- Noble sir, we will be left completely penniless... Polishing is just labor, and now there are also materials to consider.