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You ignore the merchants for a couple of generations to avoid starving, and then, following their advice, you eat bugs and provide shelter for migrants.
-- Maybe we should just push it into the Void? What if we accidentally step on it?
- Hmm... Well, then we won't approach that trap. Let's just take one of the barrels with spoiled pickles and kick it towards the right side edge. Let it roll until it hits the trap...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
The Lizard can't wait to spoil the fun for the choppers 🙄
Absolutely not planning to... Chop away to your heart's content. Just chip in a bit of coin for the "room rental" and that's all there is to it...🤑 Or maybe we can work something out some other way...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
Excellent, now there are only real men left, and not a single idler.
Ottar is asking the foreign workers at the market about the demand for unique books with empty content. At the same time, he explains to his companion his motivation: well, you never know, maybe they'll get lucky. If not, they'll go to another place where the chances are higher, but so are the tastes of the potential buyer.
Absolutely not going to... Go ahead and fight all you want. Just chip in a bit of coin for the "venue rental" and that's all there is to it...🤑 Or maybe we can work something out some other way...
Cassius can order Amalia to deprive Voldemar of his virginity. Fair trade?
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Cassius can order Amalia to take Voldemar's virginity. Is that a good trade?
Voldemar isn't a virgin; he's just a guy who's disappointed in women. Maybe it would be better to order the witch to remind Cassius that he loves "old ladies"?
By the way, I remember that the portrait wasn't of Gita. There are probably a lot of these witches in the slums...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
Having reached the basement, Voldemar and the witch hear strange clanging, moans, and cries coming from within... -- Holy void, -- Gita hides behind her master, just in case. -- Maybe we should just forget about it, huh?
Added 21 minutes ago Heroist
Orders an upgrade for the new armor from the armorer, an upgrade for the balance from the weaponsmith, and then heads to the church.
This morning, the human flow moves in unison, as if an unknown puppeteer is pulling each person in this city along at the same time. The dregs slowly crawl out of basements and alleys, the townsfolk briskly shuffle their feet, the wealthy drag the tails of their cloaks and robes, but they all move in a single stream towards the church, forgetting in the silent rhythm of steps and the touch of shoulders their differences and themselves. Hargen arrives at the massive building surrounded by graves as one of the first. The church attendant gestures for him to go inside, but it is not necessary -- several dozen pits were dug in the ground for those who wanted to rest. And stay there, if there is no reason or desire to leave the hospitable embrace of the grave.
Added 3 minutes ago AstralLein
Great, only normal guys are left, and not a single Voidling.
Ottar asks the foreign merchants at the market about the demand for unique books of Void content. At the same time, he explains his motivation to his companion: you never know, maybe he'll get lucky. If not, they will go to another place where the chances are higher, but so are the tastes of the potential buyer.
Since the Northerners and Legranians were all illiterate, the only one who could satisfy Ottar's interest was the Silvanian bookseller. -- Hmm... We don't have much demand for that. I wouldn't give more than ten silver for it -- and that's in the best case. You should have put it up for auction yesterday...
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Hargen arrives at the massive building surrounded by graves as one of the first. The church attendant gestures for him to enter, but it's not necessary – several dozen pits were dug in the ground for those who wanted to rest. And to stay, if there is no reason or desire to leave the welcoming embrace of the grave.
Hargen quickly felt the soothing breath of the human flow – too many thoughts, conversations, actions, and efforts in recent days. It was pleasant to immerse himself again in the maternal embrace of emptiness, where everyone momentarily became equal, united in their profound desire for doomed eternity. For starters, he agrees to enter the church, leaving the extra pits for other willing participants.
Having reached the basement, Voldemar and the witch hear strange clanging, moans, and screams coming from the depths... -- Holy emptiness, -- Gita hides behind her master, just in case. -- Maybe we should just forget about it?
- What the... Who would need to dig around down there...? Wait... Could it be that the bald guy is back??? Is he trying to start his cult here? - No... Where would he get that many followers in just a couple of days? - Wait... Are you sure all "your" people were here? Maybe you have another couple of dozen "souls" "living" somewhere else? - What do you mean "forget about it"? Something strange is happening right under my nose, and you say "forget about it"... Maybe I should call the guard? What do you think? Who could be down there? Your guy, what's his name... Tomasz? What would he be doing down there???
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
Hargen quickly succumbed to the soothing influence of the human throng – too many thoughts, conversations, actions, and endeavors in recent days. It was pleasant to once again immerse himself in the maternal embrace of emptiness, where everyone became equal for a moment, united in their profound yearning for doomed eternity. For starters, he agrees to go into the church, leaving the remaining spots for other interested parties.
At the entrance, black cloaks are piled up – extraordinarily comfortable, almost weightless, and cool to the touch, but capable of both isolating the wearer from the cold and depriving them of external individuality. Each visitor can don one of these for the duration of their stay. The meager March sun, reluctantly filtering through the few narrow windows of the ancient building, provides just enough light to avoid stumbling and bumping into other parishioners, but there is nothing to look at here – there are no decorations, not even candles; the only thing that adorns the gray stone is a carpet covering the entire floor, muffling the sound of footsteps. At the end of the hall is a colossal staircase leading down, its steps disappearing into the darkness.
Added 2 minutes ago Evil Lizard
- What the... Who the hell needed to dig around there...? Wait... Is that the bald guy back??? Is he trying to start his cult here? - Nah... How could he gather so many followers in just a couple of days? - Hold on... Are you sure all "your" people are here? Maybe you have another dozen or so "souls" "living" somewhere else? - What do you mean "forget it"??? Something weird is happening right under my nose, and you say "forget it"... Should I call the guard? What do you think? Who could be there? Your guy, what's his name... Tomasz? What would he be doing there???
-- He doesn't have anything to do there... At best, there are some homeless people, maybe some Blood Knights. At worst... I don't even want to think about it. There are definitely no more of ours alive. Well, except for the bald guy, yeah. And what are we going to tell the guard?
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
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