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-- Look how we handle things in the slums -- we often don't record who owns what there. In other words, your basement isn't in our records. So, use it to your heart's content, but if you want the law to be on your side when a crowd of riffraff moves in, you need to register it. And for that, you need to pay a fee. Five silver coins.
Voldemar thought for a moment...
- Well, five it is... Let everything be done according to the law. Go ahead and register it.
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
A fair market price. Only novels about powerful empresses cost more.
– No, that's something for our academics. They love that kind of thing, – Ottar reassured his companion. – I just need a couple of vials of blood for medicinal purposes. That's all. I need something to work with.
The Bloodsucker hands over twenty silver coins and three small vials, similar to the one he used to collect blood from the sick townsman last time. Three portions, three days of peace. Well deserved.
– The book will go to one of the gentlemen from the Citadel. My master has excellent connections! – Ottar added casually.
That's how we live. Not everyone is born a commoner with a blood addiction.
-- Wow! Usually, you have to pay for bloodletting, but here, they pay you instead, – the man readily bares his forearm.
Added 14 minutes later Heroist
A pitiful entity picks up a sword. For there is nothing in the remnants of its consciousness that is more complete, just as there was nothing in this empty man's life except for battle.
Possession brings with it sensations, and those – suffering, for the noise and brilliance of the world no longer blind the entity, and any feeling penetrates the transparent shell, wounding from within. Blood. Pain. Dented armor and notches on the blade. The whistling of punctured lungs, the lascivious gurgle of a neck severed in half. Warm, cozy slime from the intestines that have left their Asylum. This is wonderful – but it shouldn't be in the Void, and it will suffer for its desire, for its indifference. Hargen(?) HP: 7 Sanity: 6 Damage: 5 Images gather around him again, like moths around a single lamp. Next, from this monstrous vortex, appears armor – not chainmail and not plate armor, bearing neither the owner's coat of arms nor the master's mark. Armor as it should be in the entity's perception.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
The entity selects this shell as well. Clinging to a meaningless existence, these colorless, ephemeral armor plates will help it mete out retribution among the lost souls.
"It's better to overpay than to underpay." (said some misunderstood genius)
Ottar silently collects the blood in the required amount, just as he did in the distant past, aka four days ago.
– That's it! The capital's medicine thanks you for your cooperation, – he announced shortly. – Well, I'll take the book and wish you a pleasant spending of your honestly earned money.
Ah, it's good to be a doctor. Not always, of course, but... right now, it's quite good.
– Thank you, thank you, sir! – As soon as the silver is in his hands, the man bows deeply to the kind doctor. It’s hard to address someone informally when they so readily part with an amount that would take you months and months to earn.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
This is the full extent of a healer's compassion, without a doubt.
Having received three vials of blood and a book, and having lost 20 silver coins, Ottar bids farewell to the fortunate fellow and waits until he is completely alone.
This is undoubtedly due to the breadth of a healer's soul.
Having received three vials of blood and a book, and having lost 20 silver coins, Ottar bids farewell to the happy fellow and waits until he is completely alone.
Considering the empty day, it took only a minute to be sure that no one would disturb him.
Added 10 minutes later Heroist
The entity chooses this shell as well. Clinging to meaningless existence, these colorless, ephemeral armor will help it to enact vengeance among the lost souls.
The new shell will help to gain resilience, but every feeling of possession leads to an extra chain on the soul and wounds the mind. HP: 15 Sanity: 4 Damage: 5 Greed and attachment to metal will cost the entity dearly – the third form arises from the Void, a colossal sphere of chaotically fused armor and weapons. Swords and spears, sharp and rotten, chainmail and plate armor, gleaming alongside rusty ones, fused into a bristling, bladed monstrosity, slowly approaches the entity. It will have to fight... or not, because it can run, run towards the dim light, flickering on the opposite side from the monster, or try to fall back into the chaos and hope that it will bring consciousness among more pleasant images.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
There was no desire to return to the desolate void that had rejected her; nor was there any desire to fight her embodiment, where the concepts of victory and defeat are meaningless. The remnants of this character's consciousness are trying to ascend, towards the light.
Voldemar is finally going to see the new fire temple...
If Voldemar had hoped to see something like the halls of the Citadel or the church of the hermits, he was in for a disappointment. If, however, he expected something more like his home in the slums, he should have been pleased, as the new church was a rather spacious, rather bright, and not too dilapidated building, where his companions had already managed to establish some order. The premises included only three rooms, the largest of which was decided to be used as a place for preaching and prayer, and the purpose of the other two remained undecided. -- Volodya! How's it going, what's it like in the Citadel? -- Arno is trying to attach a torch to the wall and can't yet come over to greet him. -- It's a decent place, right?
Added 1 minute ago AstralLein
In this case, the cautious Ottar drains one of the three vials of blood and hides the other two in the depths of his inventory.
Ottar fully restores his health and sanity, and no one notices him doing so. Probably.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
-- Volodya! How's it going? What's happening in the stronghold? -- Arno is trying to attach a torch to the wall and can't get close enough to greet him yet. -- It's a decent place, right?
- Yeah. It's a decent place. - In the stronghold? Well, how should I put it... They're organizing an expedition to the west. And they invited me... As a reward, they promised me another building for sermons and a hundred gold. I thought about it and agreed. They also said that I can take whoever I want. So, if anyone is interested...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
Ah, what a bliss... and the world doesn't seem so gray anymore, and the troublemakers no longer make me want to kill them... all it takes is a little blood.
There was no desire to return to the void that had rejected her; nor was there any desire to fight her embodiment, where there are no concepts of victory or defeat. The remnants of this character's consciousness are trying to reach upwards, towards the light.
He almost succeeds, but an unexpected obstacle gets in the way. For now, it shows no signs of aggression, nor any other signs of life.
Added 1 minute ago AstralLein
Ah, what bliss... and the world no longer seems so gray, and the Voidlings no longer make me want to kill... all it takes is a little blood.
Smiling to himself, Ottar returns to Master Gasu.
-- Where have you been? -- Judging by his tone, the reason for Ottar's sudden absence interests the master less than the price of cabbage.
Added 5 minutes ago Злобный Ящур
- Yeah. It's a normal place. - In the Citadel? Well, it's hard to say... An expedition is being organized to the west. And I was invited... As a reward, they promised me another building for preaching and a hundred gold. I thought about it and agreed. They also said that I can take anyone I want. So, if anyone wants to...
-- I've already spent more time here than I planned, -- grumbles Gratin. -- If you go, I'll be the only Fire Mage here... -- Arno mused. -- Maybe if I send a letter home, they'll send someone else, but that won't be quick. Very not quick. -- So, it's just me, -- Raul smiles. -- Well, there's hardly anything in my life that would deter me from an adventure that has a greater than fifty percent chance of leading to death in the abyss... You can put me down, then.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Злобный Ящур
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