Posts from Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

- You talk as if everyone doesn't care about anyone, and only "sometimes" you come across people who do care. Has everything really degraded so much? I just can't believe it...
- What's your name? It's a bit awkward to have this "impersonal" conversation. I'm Voldemar. Although Arno already introduced me...

-- Degra-what? I don't know those words, buddy.

Everyone has always cared only about themselves, except for family. And there's no family left... I'm Grig.

-- Where do you guys get all your intelligence from? -- the bartender grumbles, but pours Sandar a dark drink.
-- I taught them everything, -- Sigheber continues to tease the bartender.
-- Find yourselves a corner and don't crowd around. Let me pour you another round.
Sandar, Sigheber, and Hargon receive two mugs of liquid happiness and should find a place away from the bar.

Cassius is handed a towel with a bar of soap and allowed into the hall. In the bathhouse, they not only wash and steam but also a small group of enthusiasts practice Northern Naked Wrestling – they wave to Cassius in greeting.
– Will you wrestle with us, champion?

She exists, the Void will grab you with its tentacles! She exists! Real! And not a monster in her guise! She definitely exists! He knows! He knows! He's sure! No doubts! She exists!

– It doesn't matter... – Ottar blinked sharply. – Excellent idea, Master! But we are again returning to the need to find a candidate for this agile and brave one...

Now, Blooddrinker was even a little glad about the illness... sending him with such low physical stats is pure suicide.

- Okay, forget it... - What happened?

-- Will you fight with us, champion?

-- Out of seven children, only one daughter remained, but she fell ill in January... and died.

And my wife told me a week ago – she said... I can't stay, that's it! And she left...

My brother died, my sister, I don't even know where she is, I'm the only one left.

So here I am, wandering aimlessly, watching people. And they watch me. Some even help me, like you.

After fistfights, no one takes anything away.

-- Where do you get all this intelligence from, -- the bartender grumbles, but pours Sandar a dark drink.
-- I taught them everything, -- Sigheber continues to tease the bartender.
-- Find yourselves a corner and don't crowd around. Let me pour you another round.
Sandar, Sigheber, and Hargon receive two mugs of liquid happiness and should find a place away from the bar.

new acquaintances

Holy Fire
The character's attacks deal +(willpower*5) fire damage x4.

With each question, the lackey becomes more and more frightened, but he holds on with all his might. He is just over a meter seventy tall, with gray eyes, a narrow jaw, and an ordinary, unremarkable chin.
-- Ralph. Is this what life is all about? I'm content. Well, when they're not too old or sick, I guess. I like beer, and when the regent holds feasts. A son was born a year ago, and so far, praise the void, he's alive... Probably not. Let there be resilience... The void exists, we all came from it and will return to it, it is everywhere, and it must be respected. Beer and roasted pork. I'm afraid of them; they're poisonous. I... That can't be, I'll probably faint. If not, I'll take it to the regent.

-- Indeed. Let's first listen to what this being has to say. This is truly something I didn't expect in my old age, and I intend to hear the whole story first. So, again: who or what are you, and what is your purpose?

Well, if wrestling skills aren't needed, then go ahead.
- Why not? He waved his fists, so let's wrestle.

- What's going on? Is something wrong? Things don't just happen like that... all at once...- Really? Just like that? Out of nowhere? And before that, everything was fine?- How so? Did she leave somewhere and didn't even say where? Probably went to work in a brothel...- And how long have you been... "wandering aimlessly"?

Does this also work in fist fighting?

the reaction will be appropriate