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Cassius's skill level is low. Stacie G. is out of his league. Count Orlov
-- Anytime! Can you fight? -- He managed to get out of the meat grinder alone yesterday! -- Champion! That's him! We're rooting for you! -- middle-aged female fans wave at Cassius, and one even gets slapped for her enthusiasm – presumably by her husband. -- So, can you fight with your fists? Who will you fight – a newbie or someone experienced? Wrestling, legs – yes, no?
- I used to fight with my fists, but it's been a while. I'll start with the lower ranks. No wrestling, but I can use my legs.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Looking at those present: - I'm not sure what you want to achieve, sir... Fulrad? But if you think this is the only right thing to do, then... - a hand rests on the hand of the novice, her gaze pierces his eyes. - I have nothing to hide. Nothing I said is untrue. The Void is witness to that, although such matters are not of interest to it. Just remember one thing - your personal perception does not always correspond to reality, - the gaze softens, the fingers tighten slightly around the palm. - And therefore... However, that remains on your conscience.
—You can't stop or speed up time, whether you learn or not. —nodding, the Voidwalker decides to explain: —Deal, Wind—err, Master. I'm here this week, so I hope to learn something useful.
— What kind of master am I? I still have a lot to learn. Just call me—Sigheber. You can find me here or at the tavern.
Added 4 minutes ago AstralLein
Ottar's Fortress of Reason certainly raised doubts, but not to this extent... on the other hand, anything is possible in this damned world. Even incredibly realistic mental intrusions.
—It's actually better for us if it's a monster, —Ottar objected. —If it's a mage capable of sending visions indistinguishable from reality and simultaneously draining half the blood from a human body, then we're really in trouble. We can still do something about a monster. As for the children... there are two theories. First: they simply died, or their blood is not suitable. Second: the monster's mental powers are based on the sexual preferences of its victims... whether it's the carpenter's apprentice from the village, or I, who saw the object of my romantic desires... I figured out the deception and deliberately fell into the trap, but who knows... maybe the monster does this to everyone. With men, with women... But I assure you: I felt the consequences of the blood being drained by the tentacles quite physically. A disgusting feeling.
This creature doesn't go into the city... I wouldn't want to be in the village again. And if I have to, then only with Gas! Let the Master show how to fend off the tentacles! He still doubts his words, damn the Void!
— You deliberately gave him... your blood? M-yes. Why did we equip you as if for war, remind me?... Never mind, your help is invaluable. A real detective, the case is almost solved in a day. But I'm thinking... What if it lives there under someone's guise?
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Q: Raise to 5 K: Raise to 10 R: Fold P: Fold Q: Call and raise to 10 K: Not 10, but 20 Q: Fold
The merchant takes 45.
"The craftsman lost 35 coppers. Not bad, though... You could say it's half the amount of... The one I unlocked from the Academy this morning. And the commoner - what a lucky guy. Out of 4 tries, he drew one poker and two four-of-a-kind hands. What are the odds... Yes, yes... Sleight of hand and nothing else..."
- Yeah, guys... With luck like yours, I have nothing to do here...
He goes to Arno.
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
He fought... but the enemy immediately played its trump card! It was unfair! Ottar would have lost like that... several more times!
“The chances weren’t great there... that creature would have finished me off, and the investigation would have ended in nothing,” Ottar shrugged. “But your idea, master, is excellent! Among the healthy people in the village, there are only children and a healer. The elder looked not as bad as the others, but he advised me to run. This behavior is not typical for a monster. And everyone advised me to, actually. The carpenter’s apprentice and the hunter were the first to get infected. All three, including the carpenter, are bedridden. I also saw some woman who asked for help carrying water... that conversation was the most meaningless of all. If you think about it, no one seems more suspicious than anyone else... but the monster knew where I was staying and came shortly after dark. He was clearly watching me.
The elder, the healer, the woman with the bucket of water... where does the confidence come from that the monster is one of them? In theory, he could have set up a lair even in the forest, not far from the village.
Looking at those present: - I'm not sure what you want to achieve, sir... Fulrad? But if you think this is the only right thing to do, then... - a hand rests on the hand of the virgin, his gaze pierces his eyes. - I have nothing to hide. Nothing I said is untrue. The Void is a witness to this, although such matters are not of interest to it. Just remember one thing - your personal perception does not always correspond to reality, - the gaze softens, the fingers tighten slightly around the palm. - And therefore... Well, that remains on your conscience.
Fulrad takes her hand, his face becoming even more stern at the touch. He takes a dagger and makes a small cut on her palm, and, after waiting a couple of seconds, he grimly announces: -- That's what needed to be proven. This is not a human! Whatever the clergyman wants to say or do next, Geoffroy stops him. -- Incredible... Calm down, Sir Fulrad. After all, we are not all frightened peasants here, so there is no need to panic. -- Indeed. Let's first listen to what this creature has to say. This is really something I didn't expect in my old age, and I intend to find out the whole story first. So, again: who or what are you and what is your goal?
Added 19 minutes ago The Newbie enters the match with Cassius. -- I still have all my teeth...
Cassius attacks the Newbie The Newbie takes 21 damage (99/120) The Newbie attacks Cassius Miss Cassius takes 20 damage (509/610)
Cassius attacks the Newbie The Newbie takes 21 damage (78/120) The Newbie attacks Cassius Front Kick: Cassius takes 35 damage, slow (-30% speed and initiative for 2 rounds), paralysis: failure (474/610)
The Newbie attacks Cassius Cassius takes 20 damage (454/610) Miss Cassius attacks the Newbie The Newbie takes 21 damage (57/120)
The Newbie attacks Cassius Miss Cassius attacks the Newbie The Newbie takes 21 damage (36/120) Cassius attacks the Newbie The Newbie takes 21 damage (15/120)
The Newbie attacks Cassius Miss Miss
Cassius attacks the Newbie Miss The Newbie attacks Cassius Front Kick: Cassius takes 35 damage, slow (-30% speed and initiative), paralysis: failure (429/610) The Newbie attacks Cassius Miss Miss Cassius attacks the Newbie The Newbie takes 21 damage
The Newbie is unable to continue the fight Cassius receives modest applause - the fight dragged on too long
Added 1 minute ago Heroist
Hargen nods again. -I was just about to go to the tavern later. But... anytime, I'm ready.
-- We can start right now - you want to fight the day after tomorrow, right? Then we'll go have a beer.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
– He volunteered to fight, but he’s not using his legs… While the bald bore is distracted – are you ready to test yourself against my kicks? – it seems another opponent is eager to demonstrate his kicking skills on Cassia.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
"The craftsman coughed up 35 coppers. Not bad, but... you could say it's half the price of the one... the one I unlocked in the academy this morning. And this commoner is a lucky guy. Out of four tries, he pulled one poker and two full houses. What are the odds... Yes, yes... sleight of hand and nothing else..."
- Yeah, guys... with luck like yours, I have nothing to do here...
He walks over to Arno.
Arno is already leaning in, talking to the most gloomy-looking of the drunks, and waves his hand to his comrade.
-- Voldemar! Glad to see you! Go get some beer for the three of us, hang out with us. Ask for the best! -- he winks.
Added 3 minutes ago Heroist
—That is truly so. Combat and drinking are the first and last things that smooth out our useless shells. Let's do it now.
-- If I were literate, I would write down this wise thought. Well, let's start with how not to fall when hit and how to move so that the opponent cannot break the distance...
After 4 hours of sweaty training with a half-naked man, Hargen begins to understand something about fist fighting.
-- Well, after that, a beer is in order.
Hargen gains +1 skill points for unarmed combat skills.
Added 3 minutes ago AstralLein
He fought... but the enemy immediately went for the kill! It was unfair! Ottar would have lost like that... several times!
– The chances weren't great there... that creature would have finished me off, and the investigation would have ended in nothing, – Ottar shrugged. – But your idea, master, is excellent! The only healthy people in the village are children and the healer. The elder looked not as bad as the others, but advised me to run. That's not like a monster. And everyone advised me, actually. The carpenter's apprentice and the hunter were the first to get infected. All three, including the carpenter, are bedridden. I also saw some woman who asked for help carrying water... the conversation with her was the most meaningless of all. If you think about it, no one seems more suspicious than anyone else... but the monster knew where I was staying and came shortly after dark. He was clearly watching me.
The elder, the healer, the woman with the bucket of water... where does the confidence come from that the monster is one of them? In theory, he could have set up a lair even in the forest, not far from the village.
-- I once read about creatures that change their form, and I can tell you: their poison is potent. Well, never mind! So, the healer... is she old, or what? Does she live alone?
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
-- He volunteered to fight, but he's not using his legs... While the bald bore is distracted, are you ready to test yourself against my kicks? -- another opponent seems eager to demonstrate his kicking skills on Cassia.
If kicking doesn't require skill, then let him kick.
- I'm ready.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Arno has already sat down next to the most gloomy-looking drunkard and waves to his comrade.
-- Voldemar! Glad to see you! Do us a favor and get some beer for the three of us, hang out with us. Ask for the best! -- he winks.
He nods in response and heads off to get two portions of "the best beer," while simultaneously remembering how much the beer costs in the tavern...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
-- If I were literate, I would write down this wise thought. Well, let's start with how not to stumble when hit and move in such a way that the opponent cannot break the distance... After 4 hours of sweaty training with a half-naked man, Hargen begins to understand something about fist fighting. -- Well, after that, a beer is in order.
Hargen gains +1 skill point for unarmed combat skills.
An empty head, just as an empty body, contributes to spiritual emptiness. It is much better than suffering and torment.
—I don't feel like I've become more agile or resilient yet, but I definitely don't swing my fists in vain. —wiping sweat from his forehead, Hargen assessed the training. —Thank you, Sig. Ah, it's time to appreciate the second day of the festival, judging by its name.
Небо
Злобный Ящур