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Yes, a short break, plus or minus until the second day. Maybe Revan and Lock will join.
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I'm going to the tavern. To drink beer, eat meat, and think about something of my own.
Not a life player, I repeat, NOT A LIFE PLAYER.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
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Not a life player, I repeat, NOT A LIFE PLAYER.
Well, I just went to the store. But the breaks until the second day and the pull-ups are exactly what life players need...
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт

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Saraba
Lifers might have things to do during the New Year holidays...
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Hmm... Play the expansion?
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Yes, a short break, plus or minus until the second day of the new year.
Count Orlov
Not a lifer, I repeat, NOT A LIFER.
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Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.
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Amalia

Attributes:
Might 3
Endurance 4(5)
Reflexes 6
Intellect 6
Will 8

HP:  102 
Sanity: 16
Defense: 25(cold)

Parameters:
Damage(CC): 120%
Accuracy: 22
Evasion: 22
Stealth: 6
Perception: 6
Initiative: 6
AP 3 (4)
Etiquette: 6
Charisma: 8
OU: 0

HP: 60
Sanity: 16
Defense: 

Origin: Legran
Conviction: Void

Skills:
Aggression
1.+10 to accuracy, +25%(multiplicative) to CC damage x3
2. Attacks drain 1 point of sanity from the enemy x3
Self-Preservation
1.+10 to evasion x2
2. Parrying (accuracy vs accuracy) x2
3.+5 to any defensive attribute rolls x2

Inventory:
Decent clothing
Traveler's boots
+1 AP
Fur cloak
+1 to endurance, -25 cold damage
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"Good grief," the witch exhaled as they approached the castle. "Up close it's even more terrifying. It's like climbing into a monster's maw. If the gates drop on our heads now, there won't be anything left to bury."

Contrary to the witch's fears, the stone giant is motionless and silent, and its guards are polite and benevolent—or successfully pretend to be so in their careless bows and greetings. Through empty halls, still kept in order but already touched by decay, a lackey escorts them to the seneschal—a stately, sturdy old man with the face of someone who has sworn never to be surprised again.

"Greetings, worthy guest. My name is Kay Camille, and I am the seneschal of this stronghold," the old man beats out words learned decades ago, just as a soldier beats a march. "Messire Regent will receive you shortly for dinner, Lord Voldemar, and if it pleases you—you may spend your wait in prayer. Likewise, if you wish, you may entrust your slave to our supervision, should you feel that her company would hinder your communication with the regent."
The witch already wanted to speak up about this, but she was clever enough to remain silent. The word was left to Voldemar.
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- Good evening, Mr. Camille.

"Well, well... My name is known to everyone here..." - Voldemar thought.

He thought about it and decided that the slave would be better off "under the supervision of the seneschal" when communicating with the regent. And he decided to spend the waiting time in prayer. If, of course, there is a place to pray to the Fire in the stronghold...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно.
Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.
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Gita remains, consumed by anticipation and curiosity – she might have dismissed the entire conversation between the regent and Voldemort, but now, having lost the chance to hear it, nothing could be more interesting to her. And Voldemort is escorted to the Chapel of Fire – a small room at the top of one of the towers. A layer of dust indicates that the place is not popular, and when the servant who escorted him leaves, lighting so many candles that they could illuminate a room ten times larger, Voldemort is left alone.
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The dust around didn't surprise Voldemar at all, nor did the "popularity" of this place. Where could this "popularity" come from in a city where the vast majority have "nothing in their heads"?

Inspired by the new building provided by the burgomaster, and inspired by the hope that this will help fill the "void in the heads of the common people" with the sacred Fire, Voldemar began to pray, as he once did in Aldor-nere...

Alas, the text of the prayer remained within the walls of the Chapel...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно.
Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.
(Закон сохранения).
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Nah, Yashur was crawling between snowdrifts, thinking, "When will these lifers finally regain their sanity and crawl out of the snowdrifts?"
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно.
Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.
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Unfortunately, the text of the prayer remained within the walls of the Chapel...
In any case, time spent alone with the silent higher beings strengthens the spirit – Voldemar receives +1 to Willpower. After the prayer, a servant escorts him to the dining hall. Voldemar is briefly introduced to the regency couple, the marshal, and the chaplain, but he will have to eat not at the table with the noble persons, but among the ordinary Knights and squires, the food is quite modest, but hearty – power does not leave those on whose shoulders it rests hungry. He is offered bread, vegetable stew, a large piece of fatty pork, and, of course, beer. After the meal, the regent and the marshal finally invite him to talk without unnecessary ears. “We are glad to welcome you to our home, fiery stranger,” – despite the stern look with which the regent regarded him, the latter’s voice sounds friendly, and he extends his hand in greeting. “Whatever your motives, you have already greatly helped our city.” “It’s not so easy to find a person capable of challenging and defeating an abomination,” the marshal nods. “Tell us, Voldemar, about your past and your intentions for the future – you seem to be a man who has seen a lot, but what are you looking for now?”

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Today, Hargon and Cassius will not train alone – the constable is already driving squires and soldiers around the parade ground. In the meager rays of the March sun, several dozen people fight with wooden swords and staffs, hit targets on horseback and on foot, lift stones and sandbags, and Raimund, walking among them, dispensing motivating speeches and disciplinary blows, feels like a king. “Cassius! Hargon! That’s right – why listen to bards when these sweaty guys are already putting on a concert of blissful agony of training? Watch carefully, pups – if you train as hard as these men, maybe you will one day win a Tournament. Or at least not die in the first real battle. So, what are we going to train?”
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Voldemar greets the regent and the marshal.
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-- It's not so easy to find someone capable of challenging and defeating an abomination, -- the marshal nods. -- Tell me, Voldemar, about your past and your intentions for the future -- you seem like a man who has seen a lot, but what are you looking for now?
- It wasn't easy, considering that this "chill" wasn't just playing around, but could easily drive you crazy... - The past? Oh, that's a long story... - My ancestors went to Aldor-Ner a long time ago. But not out of cowardice, contrary to popular belief, but to bring the Flame to that land. Voldemar tells about his not very successful "activities in Aldor-Ner." He decided not to talk about his "relationship" with the witch (not the one named Gita, but the one who was once "at home"), as he considered that it was not relevant to the question... - Now? Now I hope to "try my luck" here with my fellow preachers. I hope I will succeed better here than at home... Together is better than alone...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно.
Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.
(Закон сохранения).
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Today, Hargon and Cassius won't be training alone – the constable is already drilling squires and soldiers in the parade ground. In the meager rays of the March sun, several dozen people are fighting with wooden swords and staffs, hitting targets on horseback and on foot, lifting stones and sandbags, and Raimund, walking among them, dispensing motivational speeches and disciplinary blows, feels like a king.
-- Cassius! Hargon! That's right – why listen to bards when these sweaty guys are already putting on a concert of blissful training agony right here? Watch carefully, pups – if you train as diligently as these men, maybe you'll win a tournament someday. Or at least not die in the first real battle. So, what are we going to train?
- Strength, as usual. And the slave will train endurance. GUARDS, SILENCE! - Cassius addressed the soldiers.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт

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Today, Hargon and Cassius will not be training alone – the constable is already drilling squires and soldiers in the parade ground. In the meager rays of the March sun, several dozen people are fighting with wooden swords and staves, hitting targets on horseback and on foot, lifting stones and sandbags, and Raimund, walking among them, dispensing motivational speeches and disciplinary blows, feels like a king.
-- Cassius! Hargon! That's right – why listen to bards when these sweaty guys are already putting on a concert of blissful training agony right here? Watch carefully, pups – if you train as diligently as these men, maybe you'll win a tournament someday. Or at least not die in the very first real battle. So, what are we going to train?
Hargon had not seen slaves undergo military special training before. Perhaps, in Cassius's house, everyone, from young to old, had to have giant strength.
—Endurance (or whatever increases HP), he says in response.

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- Strength, as usual. And the slave provides endurance. "HUSSARS, SILENCE!" Cassius addressed the soldiers.
The soldiers would very much like to make a few dozen lewd jokes, but understanding that it is not worth joking with such a noble fellow as Cassius, they refrain from them, only glancing sideways and quietly chuckling. The training lasts for eight hours, and when the sadistic baron, the empty warrior, and the slave finish their torment, it is already getting dark.
Strength: Cassius (5/6)
Endurance: Cassius (0/15), Amalia (0/4), Hargon (2/8)
Reflexes: Cassius (0/10),

Amalia receives +1 to endurance

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- Now? Now I hope to "try my luck" here with my fellow preachers. I hope I will do better than I did at home... Together is better than alone...
-- I know many people who are ready to argue the opposite... You seem to be a worthy person, Voldemar. We could use people like you, and you could try your luck in lands where they have hardly heard of your faith. We are looking for people for an expedition to the west -- I am sure you will be interested. To repeat the path of our ancestors, to clear the world for humanity, to conquer new lands and bring order and faith there... Not bad, right? If you agree, be sure that the reward will be worthwhile.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
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