Second
Ulf
Sandar
Bison
Sigeber
are we standing together now, or where are we?
ps I've eaten, just in case, and my status is good
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Second
Ulf
Sandar
Bison
Sigeber
- Sigh... - Voldemar sighed, looking at the body of the second halberdier.
- I'd take these to the academy for experiments. - He nodded towards the corpses of the outcasts.
- But it seems there's nothing left of their brains...
- Sigh... - Voldemar sighed, looking at the body of the second halberdier.
- I'd take these to the academy for experiments. - He nodded towards the corpses of the outcasts.
- But it seems there's nothing left of their brains...
- Her? - Cassius put his hand on the head of the slave and turned her towards the mage, who was always with Sandar. - She doesn't take a step away from him and looks at him so devotedly. True love! I'd think it's worth 5 gold.
-- Yeah, I guess I don't stand a chance.
Alas, the witch loses consciousness as soon as the vial touches her lips.
—Finally, a chance to fill others and even my own head with emptiness.
Exhaling a thick cloud of air from his overheated lungs, Hargon glances at his group—not out of interest, but to know with whom fate has decided to bring them together in this battle.
- Ugh...
- Can you bring her back? - Raoul to someone.
-- I can, but... -- Raoul slightly opened the witch's eyes, checking if there was any life left in this frail body. -- If the patient doesn't want to recover, medicine is powerless, you know? In short, with such injuries, a strong will is needed to avoid passing out. Here, some kind of potion or a more knowledgeable healer would be helpful.
Sandar vs Ulf
The extraordinarily ugly northern giant silently nods to Sandar
Sandar attacks Ulf
Ulf takes 96 damage
Ulf takes 96 damage
Sandar attacks Ulf
Ulf takes 96 damage
Ulf takes 96 damage (-44/340)
Sandar wins
A large wardrobe falls loudly...
- Wounds can be healed, injuries can be treated, nerves can be strengthened, the spirit can be filled with new meanings, and only when left to swallow the earth, - the lady glances at the arena, - there is nothing more to be done and nothing to hope for, no one and no one to rely on. I am glad that you returned from there unharmed and I hope that, despite the result being different from your expectations, you still managed to have a great day.
- Despite all the practicality of nobility, their caution keeps them neutral in the matter of preserving sanity - how should this be interpreted? Or is it preserving their reputation in the eyes of the servants? - the headgear returns the straps to their place and the load to the inventory. - I will use these rooms, - the body moves along the planned route - there, there, and then to the destination, up to the location of the sheriff.
- Okay, let's take her to the burgomaster, let him do whatever he wants with her... We have completed our task... - Voldemar instructs the "young one" to carry the witch.
- But first, let's inspect the house... Be careful, let's go along the "proven path"...
- How are you doing? - Voldemar assesses the condition of Gratin, Durtan, and the pikeman 1 after their "recovery"...
-- It seems I will be gasping for air until the end of my days, -- Gratin sighs. -- I hope the burgomaster's gratitude was worth it.
-- Hang in there, boss. -- Durtan replies, speaking for himself and his subordinate. -- Don't worry, Master Gas will get us back on our feet in a few weeks...
The house is shrouded in darkness, and the bald man is no longer here...
-- **I... -- Rigobert kicks the door in frustration. -- None of you say anything to the sheriff, he'll tear us apart if he finds out we let him get away so stupidly...
Besides worthless household items, nothing can be found in the house.
Grig takes 26 damage (1/260), but the alcohol in his body allows him to last another two rounds.
Praise Voldemar and Arno...🤣