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#151
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-- Excellent. Would you like to borrow a harness for mounted skirmishes?
- Of course. What is the price?
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт

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- Of course. What's the price?
-- Phaa! -- the jarl laughs, and his booming laughter echoes through the stronghold.
-- Uh-he-heheh, -- the constable's restrained giggling makes the goblets ring.
-- Ah-haha! -- Geoffrey's loud and clear laughter makes the eardrums of everyone present dance to its rhythm. -- You're going to die with me, Baron Cassius; you can't charge people like that, especially not for using the public equipment for just one tournament day.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
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#153
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- I'm just from a Slavic country; there, you have to pay to die.

Having paid all due respect to the esteemed lords, Cassius heads to the city in search of a master who can reinforce his armor.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт

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Ottar was a strange man. His greatest fear and his greatest desire coincided: to meet her. He always imagined his savior as a volatile mix of beauty and horror. As something that changes everyone who encounters it. 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 if she even existed. Even now...

– You... – Ottar gasped – my... savior... my... queen... my... goddess...

The Blood Drinker reached out to touch her hair. To the beautiful crimson locks... 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 just 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... while there is still a chance... oh, if only it were all true!
Карты для героев 5

"Плата за любовь"
"Путь некроманта"
"Темные грани"
"Рок Гримхейма"
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#155
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The Bloodsucker reached out to touch her hair.
Reach for the shoes instead; you still need to earn the right to touch her hair.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт

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#156
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Count Orlov
-- 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.
Voldemar observes how the players are seated. Specifically: who is to the left and right of the commoner, and who is opposite him.
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно.
Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.

(Закон сохранения).
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#157
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The players are sitting in a circle, clockwise: Warrior, Merchant, Craftsman, Commoner.

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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!
-- Shhh!.. Your thirst is great, but it is nowhere near mine, -- the woman pushes Ottar's furs and cloak off with her left hand, while the sharp nails of her right hand dig into the back of his neck. The dress slips slightly from her shoulders, and she leans even closer.

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Cassius easily finds a suitable craftsman in the Craftsmen's Quarter. -- Only today and only for the champion of the first day -- we will polish the armor for 1 silver together with any other service. Polishing medium and heavy armor 4 silver +1 to Will and +2 to Etiquette Armor decoration 4 silver +2 to Etiquette and Charisma Reinforcing light and medium armor 4 silver +5% protection Reinforcing heavy armor 6 silver +5 and +5% protection Armor crafting The price depends on the desired quality. From 10 silver for light armor, from 15 for medium, from 20 for heavy Armor purchase Depends on quality

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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?..
Hargon leaves the Stronghold... But where exactly should he direct his steps next?
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
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#158
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"I'll handle it from here!" – declared Ottar's mind, and it went off 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... – whispered Ottar. – For you... I'm willing to sacrifice anything!

*Her* body... hot as a flame! No creature in this cold, Void-devoured 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. He responds to *her* with the passion of a creature that has slumbered for many years, awaiting this moment. No formalities, no preliminaries! Only thirst and lust! Even if tonight Ottar experiences the fate of a praying mantis, he will have no regrets!
Карты для героев 5

"Плата за любовь"
"Путь некроманта"
"Темные грани"
"Рок Гримхейма"
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#159
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Count Orlov
Players sit in a circle clockwise: Warrior, Merchant, Craftsman, Commoner.
During the first "circle of politeness," Voldemar observes the Commoner's gameplay. At the same time, he discreetly watches the behavior of those standing behind the Craftsman and the actions of the Merchant and Warrior.
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно.
Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.

(Закон сохранения).
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#160
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Reinforcing Heavy Armor
6 silver
+5 and +5% defense
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Savings:
5 silver, 90 copper coins



- Will you lower the price for reinforcing the heavy armor? - Cassius asks the craftsman.

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Even if Ottar meets his fate tonight, he won't regret it!
He's more likely to regret soiling his sleepwear.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт

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#161
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"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!
She bites into Ottar's upper lip, growling in unison with him. The Bloodfiend feels unable to move – a force greater than his holds his hands. At the same time, he feels claws digging into the back of his head... how strange.
His pants and underpants are pulled down, and now he is fixed, like an animal at a slaughterhouse. Once, twice. Warm and soft. Three, four. Slippery and cold.
– Don't struggle... – she growls, biting into his lips again. Something is getting into his eyes, and he cannot open his eyelids unless he wants to go blind.
Something long and slippery touches his tongue... palate... throat, and goes further. Below the belt – a terrible itch and cold. Something grabs and pricks his short sword, as if he had stuck it into a centipede's nest.
– Rrah... you are mine.
Finally, Ottar finds a moment to look at the beautiful stranger... Is she beautiful?

Larvae crawl over his face, tentacles wrap around his limbs and crawl into all the openings. If he wants to lose consciousness, he can't. The nightmare lasts forever... Again and again, he opens and closes his eyes, but he sees the same image.
And then he wakes up. And he feels very bad.
Ottar loses 10 sanity.
Ottar receives: mysterious disease.
Strength, endurance, and willpower are halved.

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- 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.
– Noble sir, we will be left completely penniless... Polishing is just labor, and here there are also materials.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
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Tentacles wrap around limbs and crawl into every orifice.


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-- Noble sir, we will be left completely penniless... Polishing is just labor, and now there are also materials to consider.
- Only 10 coppers.

If 1 silver = 100 coppers, of course.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт

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#163
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R raises: 5 1 1 3 3 R: I'll raise to 3 P: I'll call V: I'll call K: I'll call R re-raises 5: 6 R: check V: check K: check P: I'll raise to 5 V: fold K: fold R: I'll call R: two pairs P: poker The Commoner takes 30 coppers. -- We just can't let Sir win, guild solidarity demands it.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
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#164
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I came up with a character idea, just in case Nebok or someone else decides to run an experience event again with the option to create any character. It will be a creature with tentacles and medic/healing skills, and when using these skills, the tentacles will be inserted into various orifices, justifying this by saying that this is the only way the healing will work, but in reality, it will be a lie, and the character is just a fetishistic maniac.

Be strong. Believe
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#165
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1 silver and 10 coppers, the same applies to gold.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers