Posts from Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

And she successfully manages to get there... The assortment hasn't changed since last time.

Zurich is awakened a little later and told that Gauthier is waiting for her for breakfast.

And she, coming to her senses, sets off there.

- Uh-huh... That bitch... I mean, that witch, tried to get into my head. Luckily, as soon as her goon was exposed... in a literal sense... she immediately forgot about her spells and preferred to "make a run for it"...
- And what EXACTLY did you see when she got into your head? Can you tell me?

By the way, was Voldemar able to recognize her appearance? He was quite close when he was taking care of her "partner"...

GM was waiting for Revan and Nebos, and he was also summoned to the unit. Today, we continue at the same pace.

The Red Knight's breakfast before the tournament is a glass of wine and an apple, but for Zurich, the servants prepared a proper meal. Gautier is already wearing his armor and spurs, and the rhythmic clinking of his spurs echoes the upcoming battles.
-- Please, join me! -- the knight invites Zurich to the table. -- I must admit, the healing potion you gave me yesterday was as surprising as Gnosis... And both were undoubtedly beneficial, so I owe you a debt of gratitude, -- he hands Zurich a small pouch. -- Oh no, it's better to open it in private. Today is a big tournament -- I would be glad if you were present.

Hm? Do I need to do something?

-- Oh, there was all sorts of things... Chests exploding, killer fruits, an avalanche, and tentacles...
Voldemar will recognize her when they meet; I won't give you a portrait.

Stay calm! The GM's character, Gauthier, will win anyway. Chad always wins.

The Stronghold, which from a distance resembles an ugly, jagged boulder, turned out to be even more repulsive up close: just a pile of tasteless gray stones that decided to compensate for the lack of any external appeal with their size. Typical architecture for the Voidlings. What else could you expect from them? However, perhaps the Stronghold once truly inspired awe. The last generations of lords turned it into a miserable monument to the Void. Although, according to rumors, some of the Stronghold's inhabitants still resisted the belief in the futility of all things. It's even surprising!

– Greetings, Lord Camille, – the Bloodsucker politely bowed his head. – Yes, I am Ottar, the healer. I arrived at your invitation. In my profession, it is important to maintain good physical shape, so I would prefer dinner. With your permission.

By "physical shape," Ottar meant the fact that he constantly forgot to eat while on adventures, and that is not good for his health. The fact that even in the Stronghold he was greeted by an old man no longer surprised the Bloodsucker.

600hp... it will take a while to defeat
it's great that my skills aren't considered magic ☺️
by the way, can I use Denial during combat?

Em? Do I need to do something? I thought Cassius was waiting for the start of the tournament.

- So, you and these... how do you call them... Steph and Tom, you three "worked" together? And you got 3 silver coins each? Ehh... I don't understand... 3 silver coins for the three of you for each "victim"? Or 3 silver coins each, that is, 9 silver coins for each "victim"?
- Ah yes, do you even have a name, or what?

Well, what if he forgot... Here, Girych played through the campaign, Girych is great.

When Aurelius tightened the straps on his armor, preparing for the tournament, he remembered the past. His last tournament was ten years ago: a sunny day, a helmet that was too heavy, and a mind yearning to inflict and receive pain. Back then, he thought that the sweet life of an aristocrat would last forever. Now, looking at his reflection in the tarnished helmet, he doesn't see a carefree young man; he sees a penniless vagabond, counting every penny. And yet... the deeply ingrained desire for pain is rekindling in his mind. Pain, pain will take him far, far away from thoughts of his cursed life and his murdered beloved.

He aims at the helmet.