Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

1 silver, 10 coppers, the same applies to gold.

– We just can't, sir, workshop solidarity demands it.

– I understand. Will you take part of it in coppers?

"It doesn't matter how the goal was achieved. The main thing is that it was achieved!" (c. Ottar Hentainy)

Well, Master Gas's task is complete. This is a powerful monster with tentacles that possesses an extensive set of abilities. A healer is powerless here. A mighty warrior with high willpower is needed, one who is capable of defeating such a creature. Or several such warriors... For once, the indifferent, true nihilists are not useless.

Of course, Ottar was annoyed. Rather, he was angry. How dare this worm take her form?! This thought was much more important to the Blooddrinker than the fact of a pleasant night. He didn't value himself very much when it came to her.

Probably, this creature sleeps or hides somewhere during the day... and hunts at night. It turned out to be quite simple. It's good that he showed weakness and didn't resist. He wouldn't have been able to fight back anyway.

Ottar uses his last available spell cast for partial willpower restoration, takes medicine for the disease, and drinks euthymia. After that, he rests a little, changes into simple clothes, and heads back to Gas. The road will not be easy... but what can you do. The healer's duty calls.

Of course, he could distribute the medicine to the whole village, but it doesn't really make sense as long as the creature is alive. Now she has a tasty hunter with refreshed blood for dinner. And the rest of the peasants are doing well anyway.

-- Of course, sir. So, polishing and reinforcement?

came up with a character in case Nebok or someone else runs an expedition again with the option to create any character. It'll be a creature with tentacles and medic/healing skills, and when using those skills I'll insert the tentacles into various orifices, justifying it by saying that's the only way the healing works, but in reality it'll be a lie and the character is just a maniac-fetishist 😊

I'll run the expedition as soon as I marry a rich lordess who'll support me. So keep the concept in your head. 

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-- Of course, sire. So, polishing and reinforcement?

- Reinforcement only.

-- Well, don't be surprised later if all the attention is focused on someone else... We'll finish the work in about three to four hours.

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Astral, you have 2 casters; they round up.

Then the second to last one.

Since Ottar's sanity leaves much to be desired, instead of casting a spell, he collapses like a felled sheaf and bangs his head on the floor.
Ottar takes 10 damage and is stunned for half an hour.

R discards: 5 1 1 3 3

R: Raise to 3
P: Call
V: Call
K: Call

R re-raises 5: 6
R: Check
V: Check
K: Check
P: Raise to 5
V: Fold
K: Fold
R: Call

R: Two pairs
P: Poker

The commoner takes 30 coppers.

Uh... Voldemar was actually watching the commoner's game, while only glancing at the craftsman, to see if anyone was making any signals behind his back...

He observes the next "circle of politeness"... He follows his initial plan...

Simply continues to perform actions in the same order.

Ehh... Voldemar was actually watching the game of a commoner, and he was just glancing at the craftsman, to see if anyone was making any signals behind his back...

He's watching the next "circle of politeness"... He's following his first plan...

Damn, I'm sorry

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Ottar's hands are shaking desperately. First, he dropped the vial, then he struggled with the cork for a long time, but finally he drinks the "evtheumia" and now feels better. At least, morally.
The journey to Gassa passes without incident, although it seemed twice as long to the Blooddrinker as the journey to the village.
-- Oh, Ottar. You look terrible, -- the healer is in his place. -- Have you already been infected?

By the time he met the master, Ottar was so exhausted that he could no longer speak in his usual manner. – Aha... – he replied. – Spend the night there... it's contagious... one hundred percent... although if you're very strong, it might be less... By the way, tentacles. Having said this, Ottar collapsed to the floor. – Tentacles... it's good to have tentacles, but it's not very good when tentacles have you, – Blooddrinker muttered to himself. – Were they there? If it hurts, then they were. He wasted quite a few valuable potions... but, well, what difference does it make?

– Tentacles... it's good to have tentacles, but not so good when tentacles have you

If I had tentacles - that would be something.
If tentacles had me - I'd probably... lose my sanity...😂

Arriving in the town, the pair of travelers headed towards the center. This was their top priority upon arriving in a new settlement, although Aidan didn't rule out the possibility that Sandar had already been here before. It was unknown how many places he had visited during his travels, and the sorcerer didn't want to bother his companion with such questions. Aidan himself wanted to head south because he had already lived his entire life in Aranne, and this country no longer held any interest for him, especially since most of its inhabitants were followers of the Void. But at the moment, their goals were different: namely, to find accommodation and replenish their finances, preferably without too much effort. The northerner might be used to an ascetic lifestyle, but the artist wanted comfort and coziness, at least while in the city, and besides, he hadn't studied magic just to continue living in poverty, as he had in his childhood. Let's go to the bulletin board. (If anything, the sorcerer has normal ears. It's just that the picture was generated that way...)

- This is a good, neutral choice to soothe weary minds, - the Lady approves of the flute. - I have a favorite. It's about how a boy, inspired by dreams, went to war with other men from the village, but didn't get what he expected. With each new step, his soul died, his hands were covered in blood and suffering, and his face was wrinkled, - her eyes slowly scan the stern warrior-knights-nobles and all sorts of soldier mothers one by one. - No one survived from his squad. And the village was burned. I suppose this will touch the hearts of such an audience.

Hargen leaves the Stronghold... But where exactly should he go next?

At first, he heads to the central square to see what the festival crowd is up to.