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She exists, the Void reaches out to you with its tentacles! She exists! Real! Not a monster in her guise! She definitely exists! He knows! He knows! He is certain! 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...
Right now, Blooddrinker was even a little glad about the illness... sending him with such low physical stats would be pure suicide.
- 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...
-- Degraded? I don't know that word, buddy. Everyone has always not cared about anyone, except for family. And there's no family left... I'm Grig.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
-- 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.
—Intelligence, or rather, the lack thereof: just ephemeral meanings invented by humanity. In life, other qualities determine everything, and after death, there is no difference for the void. Raising his glass, he toasts his new acquaintances, while simultaneously looking around for a free spot: —To your health and eternal peace in the embrace of the Void.
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?
- OF COURSE!
Will he get beaten up, considering how much health he has left?
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
It doesn't get taken away after fist fights, you have 529.
Added 10 minutes ago AstralLein
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.
-- I don't have anyone like that among my acquaintances, unfortunately. You have to look for him in the slums or in a tavern. The old man died at the wrong time; he would have given me a hint. There are three options left: you find someone like that, I'll give you a horse-sized dose of medicine, and you'll go yourself, and the last one is that I'll go and catch the creature using bait.
Added 3 minutes ago Zlobny Yashchur
- Okay, forget it... - What happened?
-- Out of seven children, we have only one daughter left, and she fell ill in January... and died. And a week ago, my wife told me that she couldn't stay anymore, and she left... My brother died, my sister is who knows where, I'm the only one left. That's why I wander around aimlessly, looking at people. And they look at me. Some even help, like you.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
-- 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.
- Thank you, - Sandar replies and takes his mugs. Author
new acquaintances
is it me or them? If it's me, then I respond with the same gesture and, addressing the bartender, - And to your health too. We look for a free spot.
If he is given a lot of medicine, there will be a good chance of seeing Master Gas in *her* image...
– I need to think carefully. Maybe I'm missing something... – Ottar raised his head and looked at the ceiling. – Or could a hunter play the role of bait? I gave him the medicine. And what does that mean? His blood composition is now the best in the village! The healer doesn't count. Who else could this creature target? We could set up an ambush at the hunter's house! Yes, there are no guarantees... but the chance is high enough.
The encounter with *her* not only saved Ottar from being stabbed in the ribs and gave him a thirst for blood, but also revealed the gift of foresight. Unfortunately, he could only use it infrequently. At best, once a month. And he didn't want to waste such an opportunity on a case that was already almost solved. Moreover, there were much more important questions. For example, where *she* is and who *she* is.
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.
- What if a caring fairy noticed your efforts and decided to reward you in this way? You don't have to answer that, just food for thought. Okay, last question - how many questions have I asked you during our conversation, and how many of them have you answered?
- Ouch, - comments the Lady as she cuts into the creature's skin.
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-- 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?
- I have a very special and secret purpose, and I cannot reveal it. But now that I have been discovered, the higher-ups will have to accept it, - she says, nodding. - Hard times are coming, and only the direct heir of Sir Fulrad will be able to help humanity overcome them. However, according to all records, he will remain unmarried. Therefore, the court sorcerers sent me back in time to help Sir Fulrad improve his communication skills with women. Otherwise, you will not succeed if you continue to call them "creatures."
She looks at the grumbling man for a moment:
- This is humor. To lighten the tense moment a little. Don't take it personally; I understand the meaning of your questions. You were expecting to hear a story like this, only darker, - she adjusts her hair with her hand. - And who are you, and what is your purpose? What is the purpose of a peasant who has been tilling the fields from birth to death? Not everyone can answer that, and those who do will be wrong, because they have invented a false purpose in an attempt to temporarily escape from the cold and empty reality. I am who I am. I walk, I observe, and I play. I have noticed that people react well to tragic-lyrical stories; they are willing to part with silver and copper if you tug at the strings of their souls in such an intricate way - but it's not as if I need it. Perhaps they are glad that all these events are not happening to them, or perhaps they are naturally drawn to the feeling of unhappiness. Another person's mind is a dark place. What else are you interested in?
Well, if wrestling skills aren't needed, then go ahead. - Why not? He waved his fists, so let's wrestle.
-- Welcome to the club, wrestler! After an exhausting wrestling session, in which Cassius had to endure all sorts of holds, throws, pain, and chokes, the baron deserves the respect of the wrestlers for his resilience and agility. It's time for the athletes to take a break, and the most experienced of them turns to Cassius. -- You wrestled well, come again. Many of our techniques are also useful in combat – we can teach you if you're interested.
Bonuses from wrestling: Strength (1/6) Endurance (1/15)
Added 4 minutes ago Evil Lizard
- 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"?
-- But how can things not happen? Today he's alive, tomorrow he's sick, the day after tomorrow he's dead – it's a common thing in winter, especially for children. Well, how can it be normal... we lived somehow, we endured somehow, and besides, you can't just abandon a child. And his sister got married and moved to another city... And I've been wandering around since the Day of Hmel – I started, and I haven't sobered up since... It's scary to sober up.
Added 1 minute ago Author
Does this also work in fist fighting?
Yes. Only in the case of fire/magic/cold damage, HP will be reduced, and the reaction will be appropriate.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers