Posts from Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

-- Thorstein! -- the northerner calls out loudly. -- Come here, someone has a question for you about your area of expertise.
From behind the counter, the same shaggy man that Sandar drank with at the tavern yesterday emerges.
-- Ah, my friend! -- He wipes his beard, which is stained with beer, and extends his hand to Sandar. -- I see you've made progress. We get all sorts of things here in the north, some of them worth five silver pieces. Some we even take from graves.

. Two beers, ten pieces of meat.

If your roleplaying doesn't look like this, don't create a character in my expansion.

- Hmm, so you're not entirely riffraff, and it shows. It's strange that you weren't taught to read and write.

- I need to dress you properly. Your rags cast a shadow of poverty on me. And I'm already drowning in it.
After going to the bathhouse, Cassius goes to the market and buys:

I wonder if the Mage Guild has a scenario prepared in case the player refuses to participate in the expedition...

I wonder if the GM has prepared an alternative scenario in case the player refuses to participate in the expedition...

- Who are you, or what are you? - he asked the talking creature...

-- What a strange question. Are there words to answer it? Ask it to yourself first, and once you find the answer, ask yourself what you are really looking for.

-- I'm just a simple peasant. Literacy only brings sorrow and impairs one's judgment, sir.

-- Oh, I love gifts... My birthday is in mid-March, by the way, sir Baron.
Cassius successfully acquires everything he planned.

I was intoxicated by pain - and the day darkened forever,
It wasn't an enemy that fell, but the light of my delight.
Her breath is quieter than oaths,
It froze where my armor clashed.

Since then, love is sharper than a blade:
I kissed that wound - not with courage,
But with the fear of living without pain, without reward,
Where memory is judgment, and I am my own prophet.

My name whispers what has become ashes,
I dream of a gaze that forgives me,
As if agony strives to become love.

I am alive - and in this lies a heavy guilt:
She is stronger in me than the pain itself,
And I carry her like an eternal sentence.

K.A.

The gray walls and the gray faces of the guards in their gray armor greet Sandar and Aidan with the warmth of very distant and unloved relatives. If it weren't for the reassuring presence of the Void within the almost deserted walls of the castle, such a reception might have affected their sanity. A servant leads them to the marshal without unnecessary formalities.
-- Welcome, -- the marshal sits at an oak table in a room that is slightly more richly decorated than the rest of the fortress's halls. -- In the short time you spent in the arena, Sandar, your combat skills became obvious, and, if I may say so, your material need as well. And I am ready to offer you a task where the former can be of great use, and the reward will be such that the latter will no longer bother you. Do you consider yourself a brave man?

- How pathetic I am, - he muttered to himself, then carefully folded the leaf and put it in his inventory.

- True. But you have to, otherwise you won't become a healer.

Walking through the Castle, Aidan looked around, assessing the surroundings, noticing various details, and trying to remember the path they were taking, just in case. Sandar, however, was not burdened with such things and calmly walked on the stone floor, thinking only about the reason he was invited.
- Bravery is useless when your heart has long embraced the void, - the mage replied without irony. - As for the tasks, I am used to making decisions based on the essence, not the size of the reward.

Can I throw a fire bomb onto the pedestal? There are exactly 7 squares there. Or are there special conditions for the elevation?