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So, I approach and attack twice (preferably NOT targeting the shield). And I continue to attack on the next turn, most likely. That's my tactic – to attack.
Preparations for the foot tournament are beginning.
Shouldering his battle-worn sword onto his equally worn shoulder, Hargon waits for his turn to engage in a non-lethal duel. He doesn't place any bets, not out of fear of losing his non-existent savings, but simply because the emptiness in his head hasn't conjured up any desire or specific names. He also doesn't assess his upcoming opponents, as he has equipped himself with gear and a fighting style that doesn't require him to strain himself with tactics or strategy.
- Who knows, I don't remember my father. Maybe he was good, maybe he was bad. But he was still my father, wasn't he? And you're not perfect either, and he wasn't either, and all other fathers and their offspring are the same. And even with such an imperfect father, we have you. Shouldn't you show the world that your lineage deserves more? - he asks sincerely, tilting his head slightly and shrugging his shoulders. - I don't know what I'm talking about. Maybe it matters more to someone else. As for me, it's like clinging to something that has nothing to do with you. The sooner you break free from it, the better, and in any case, the void will take over before you have time to regret anything.
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- But I won, - Gunnlaug remarks phlegmatically. Count your pennies, Amadeo. I made eighty-seven silver. - Against my forty-three... Damn it, go buy a pie, I don't know. - No, I'm going to prepare for the walking tour. - What?! What prevented you before, or why didn't you say anything earlier? - Why the hell not? - Indeed. Now there are only three left in the orchestra.
- My boy didn't win... What a pity. What should I do now? Should I go to the walking tournament, disregarding all possible complications? Maybe there's a way for the ladies to get their revenge there?
-- No, no, no, hold your horses, lad. You tell me — you caught this scum, right? -- the sheriff grabs the lowlife by his unkempt hair. -- And where's the base?
- That's right. But judging by everything, he's just a "pawn" in their gang and apparently doesn't even know what "they" were doing all this for or why. - The witch managed to flee "there and there" - Voldemar describes the direction the witch ran from the site of the "skirmish". - Do you know where the base is? - the question is directed at the lowlife. - Where did you pass the "orders" to the witch?
Added after 6 minutes Count Orlov
Status: Zurikha 60/60, 17/18, 🍙+ Casts 4/4 Ottar 143/143, 8/12, 🍙- Casts: 3/3 +2 to etiquette until the end of the phase Day 6 Kassius 631/611, 12/12, 🍙+ +2 to etiquette and charisma and +20 hp until the end of the day Day 2 Voldemar 140/140, 20/20, 🍙- Casts 2/5 Day 3 Hargen 141/141, 12/12, 🍙+ +2 to etiquette until the end of the phase Day 3 Tifa 40/40, 22/22 Casts 6/6 Day 3 Sandar 161/161, 22/22, 🍙- Casts 6/6 Day 3 Aidan 121/121, 20/20, 🍙- Casts 5/5
Looks like Aidan and Zurikha "snuck off" somewhere and lost track of time, while Kassius is sitting in the tavern chugging beer. And all those jousting grounds and what's happening on them are nothing more than the fruit of his drunken imagination.:D:D:D The 20 hp, apparently, were already left somewhere "yesterday"?
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
Cassius vs. Gunnar -- We meet again. Gunnar attacks Cassius Block, block, block Cassius attacks Gunnar Gunnar takes 62 damage Gunnar takes 62 damage (66/190) Gunnar attacks Cassius: hook Cassius takes 86 damage, paralysis: failure Cassius takes 86 damage, paralysis: failure (439/611) Cassius attacks Gunnar Gunnar takes 62 damage Gunnar takes 62 damage
Cassius wins
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
A breathless servant runs up to Sandar before the battle. -- Sir! A noble lady sends you this silver chain as a token of her favor and, if needed, will provide armor for the Tournaments.
Added 8 minutes later Melody merely nodded impassively, convinced that the beautiful and perfectly human Tifa would not understand the problems that come with having the wrong kind of ears.Author
- My boy didn't win... What a pity. What should I do now? Should I go to the foot tournament, disregarding all possible complications? Maybe there's a way for the ladies to get even there?
-- If I were a woman, I would say to choose someone else, but since I'm not, I suggest waiting until he wins the foot tournament. I'm also hoping for that, I bet on him... I also bet on Gunnlaug – not that I believe in his victory, but he would be offended otherwise, even if he pretends he doesn't care. Funny joke, huh," Amadeo smiles belatedly. "You have quite an interesting sense of humor." -- If I were in that situation, I would play something specifically tailored to his image when he goes into battle," Melody suggested.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
- That's right. But he seems to be just a "pawn" in their gang, and it looks like he doesn't know what "they" were doing or why. - The witch managed to escape "there and there" - Voldemar indicates the direction in which the witch fled from the "scene". - Do you know where the base is? - the question is addressed to the scoundrel. - Where did you give the witch "orders"?
-- I don't know anything, she was taking the poor people from our house... -- It should have been clear that preachers are not good at interrogations, -- the sheriff slams the scoundrel's face onto the table, and with his other hand, he pulls out a knife. The sound of cartilage cracking is heard, and the criminal's left ear detaches from his body. -- Tell me where she went, you scum. Next will be your nostrils, and then your testicles, neither of which will be needed in the mines. -- Aaa! No, no, -- the scoundrel's composure disappears faster than the morning mist, blood floods his fingers, with which he tries to cover what remains of his ear. -- Give me the map, give me the map! After receiving the map, he points to the same place where Raul marked the lead he received at the church. -- She lives there! -- That's not right, I know for sure, -- the knife touches the nose of the interrogated man. -- I swear, she's there! I don't know anything else! -- It seems like she really is there, -- the sheriff waves the knife, separating the nose from the face with one blow. -- This is a lesson for you in the future, young man. -- You went too far with the nose, -- Raul grumbles disapprovingly.
Added 33 seconds ago First phase until April
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Is it March now?
Is Sandar already near the arena?
The guys could open a shop with armor so we can see the stats, if such a thing even exists...
I hope the amulet isn't cursed and that my religion will protect me...
-- I don't know anything, she took the poor souls from our house... -- Should have known preachers aren't good at interrogations, -- the sheriff slams the scum's face into the table, drawing a knife with his other hand. A crunch of cartilage is heard, and the criminal's left ear separates from his body. -- Tell me where she went, filth. Next will be your nostrils, and then -- your balls, neither will be needed on the gallows. -- Aaah! No, no, don't, -- the scum's composure vanishes faster than the morning mist, blood drenching the fingers he desperately presses over what's left of his ear. -- The map, give me the map! Receiving the map, he jabs his finger at the same spot where Raoul had marked the lead obtained at the church. -- She lives there! -- Not there at all, I know that much, -- the knife touches the interrogated man's nose. -- I swear by everything, she's there! I don't know anything else! -- Seems she really is there, -- the sheriff flicks his knife, severing the nose from the face in one stroke. -- This is a lesson for the future, youngsters. -- A bit much with the nose, -- Raoul mutters disapprovingly.
The sheriff must have done his internship with Ginza in Calcite...🤣🤣🤣
"Hmm... A sharp and solid 'potion' in a sheath is no worse than a liquid one in a vial. And maybe even better in some sense..." — thought Voldemar. He himself had never learned anything like that, except "straight to ashes". And he should have. Probably...
After standing for a while and observing what was happening, he just shook his head.
- Well then, shall we "move out"?
Of course, the thought of visiting the alchemist hadn't left his mind...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
So is it March now? Is Sandar already near the arena? The guys could open an armor shop to check the stats, if there is one at all.. I hope the amulet isn't cursed and religion will protect me..
Yes, March 3rd Yes Stats of base medium: 25% protection, -10% dodge Light: 15% protection
Added after 4 minutes Злобный Ящур
The sheriff probably did an internship with Ginza in Calcite...🤣🤣🤣
"Hmm... A sharp and solid 'potion' in a scabbard is no worse than a liquid one in a vial. And maybe even better in some sense..." — thought Voldemar. He himself had never learned anything like that, except "straight to ashes". And he should have. Probably...
After standing for a while and observing what was happening, he just shook his head.
- So, "shall we move out"?
Of course, the thought of visiting the alchemist hadn't left his head...
-- Now yes. On the way, a squad of four preachers, a sheriff, two sergeants, and six soldiers disturbs the alchemist. -- What do you want at this hour? -- a sleepy, unkempt man of about forty opens the door. -- Ah, Mister Sheriff... I'm always ready to help the servants of the law.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
– Sir! A noble lady sends you this silver chain as a token of her favor, and if you need it, she will provide armor for the tournament.
– Thank you, – Sandar takes the chain and then asks who this lady is and whether this gift and the armor obligate him to anything. Regarding the type of armor, the mage also asks, explaining that he will lose mobility and combat advantage in heavy armor. – And I thought that only at knightly tournaments do they give out ribbons and similar things.
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