Posts from Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

Why... why did these peasants fall to some stupid cluster of tentacles... he is much more worthy of their flesh and blood! Pathetic little people... devour them all! What difference does it make to them... they believe in that stupid Void anyway... They don't want to live? Then they don't have to! Let them be food. At least they will be of some use.

This world does not belong to humans. There was no fire here originally. It was all him, the Emperor, who interfered with the natural course of things. He believed in these frail creatures. And what did they do? Ha-ha-ha. They lost everything. Humanity has little time left to live. It will destroy itself. If not... it will be helped. This world will return to the darkness from which it was born.

Flesh and blood... power... authority... might... life! The strong devour the weak. That is the law. A weak, fragile shell can always become something greater. Absorb, devour, digest... Transcend the mortal body and attain its true form. The form of a monster. Man is helpless, but the beast is all-powerful.

Ottar, I will kill you and take your body. Because I am your hunger!

The Bloodletter woke up in a strange mood. He felt bitterness from another nightmare, but at the same time, a strange delight. In his dream, he was truly powerful! He saw himself in the body of a terrifying creature, next to which the village tentacle was just a harmless collection of tentacles. Oh yes! Limitless opportunities to obtain blood! These little people... they will all be his... even her! Magnificent...

Visibly cheered up, Ottar got out of bed, tidied himself up, greeted the Augur, and went to the master's bathhouse gym.

Did this "fiery add-on" miss?

He disabled it for this turn.

I should take a look at the current location...

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He disabled it for this turn.

And what happened when it missed?

I should take a look at the current location...

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What happened when it missed?

Second attack

Having finished her morning inspection, Tifa steps out into the fresh air – are there any ants in sight that deserve her attention?

- Where are you going, sweetie? The evening is just beginning! - Voldemar shouts after the "lady". He considered it the height of foolishness to chase her and leave the wounded Arno alone against two thugs, so he approaches the second one and uses Immolation on him. He attacks from the highest cell.

No one – most of those who got up so early are heading towards the artisans' quarter: hurried, with a brisk pace and a vacant look. Few, more composed, are heading towards the merchants' quarter: wrapped in cloaks and carefully watching their steps. Finally, the most ragged and emaciated are shuffling towards the tavern.

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Voldemar incinerates a dweller of the slums 2. Two guards appear. The last remaining scoundrel throws down his weapon and surrenders. – I swear, I was forced to!

Burn the guards.

Voldemar incinerates a dweller of the slums 2.
Two guards appear.
The last remaining scoundrel throws down his weapon and surrenders.
-- I swear, I was forced to!

- Well, go on, buddy, tell me quickly... Who are you, how many of you are there, what are you doing to people, and most importantly... WHY are you doing it???
- I suppose we should search the house... - addressed to the guards.
- See what they're putting in the beer "out of the goodness of their hearts" and so on...
- What about the woman, Arno? Should we chase after her? Although now, we probably won't catch her...

Tilting her head to the side by a certain percentage, the Lady moves towards the tavern.

By the way, what kind of armor is Tifa wearing now?

Purchased.

By the way, what is Tifa wearing now?

Naked...? Why does she need clothes?

Tilting her head to the side at a certain angle, the Lady heads to the tavern.

Early in the morning, the tavern is almost empty. A bard is sleeping on a bench, a player is rolling dice against himself, and people are gradually arriving for a pint of beer – first, the poor wretches who have been waiting since dawn, then the merchants hurrying to have a drink before the customers arrive, and finally, travelers and warriors. Which of them is of interest to Tifa?

Why is everyone so hesitant? I went up against some unknown monster, and it turned out to be an easy fight!

Now I want to participate in a fist-fighting tournament...

Just in case, I'll remind Art that Aidan has money.

Yes, but it's his money...

Sandar and Aidan silently watch the conversation between Hargon and the girl who approached him. At first, the sorcerer mistook her for a courtesan, but it seems he was wrong.
- I think we should go wash up and then find a place to rest, - suggested the blond, finishing his second mug. - Guys, do you happen to know where there's a good inn around here? One with reasonable prices, and where we don't have to sleep on straw.

We could gather a small group, break into one of the homeless people's houses that Yashur kills, and spend the night there. What's he going to do? We're stronger. And if he calls for guards, we'll persuade them with magic.