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Katharina looks around and finds a clutch of good lizard eggs (+3). - That's about it.
- Oh, really?
Jingo looks around for eggs of friendly lizards, repeating Katharina's actions.
I'll take what she found. If she doesn't give it up, I'll look for my own "share"...
Added 2 minutes ago AstralLein
What, what... The great kingdom of furies, where thousands of human slaves build pyramids in honor of the god-chieftain Kofa the Fluffiest! There, in the wonderful forest, full of game and the most delicious fruits, furry champions are preparing for the final war against humans.
No, no... There, a tribe of humans eats "special" furry cheese and, "high," cuts down trees for Kofa...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
– That’s good, – said the seasoned sorcerer wearily. – Tell me, what’s there?
- Gold, jewels, weapons, a locked chest. A beacon of the Middle Earth. - What kind of beacon is that? - Vatagash asks. - It’s needed so you don’t get lost on the way to the Middle Earth – someone turned it off in the previous location. - That’s why we couldn’t get out of here and ended up here by mistake the first time?? - Gaal is shocked. - Yep.
- Warriors aren't mandatory, no. Those who know how to fight are mandatory, yes.
- Yes, perhaps, - Ukon thought for a while about whether it made sense to take all sorts of "mages," "archers," and "casters" to such a tournament - and decided - alright. After all, in a dungeon, each of them would use what they are capable of, wouldn't they? - He leaves the following announcement on the Board in a slightly clumsy but diligent handwriting:
The Dungeon Warriors Community is planning the only tournament in its history in honor of Kanau - our beloved teacher and elder sister. To all who wish to participate in this event for personal reasons, or perhaps to test their skills, or simply for fun - if you are a strong and honest warrior, we await you in the community. You can sign up for participation in the Community as well, either with me or with Bruxelles. Ukon
Returning to the community, he nods to himself and sits on a chair waiting, while wondering whether he should personally try to invite player characters who could participate in this? But he thinks that perhaps the time for that has not yet come.Author
- Only once? - Usa frowned. - Poor thing, I can only sympathize with you. Hm... Well, in short. Óna's voice is wonderful music, solemn and tender, the reason why we all need ears. It is both a lullaby that plunges one into a gentle sleep, and an inspiring hymn that stirs the blood! Óna's appearance is a reflection of everything beautiful and bright in the universe, the reason why we all need eyes. Her great eyes are more wonderful than any gemstone; they are deeper than the Soul Mirror, hotter than the Path of Crimson Tongues, and richer than the Mineral Rivers. The whole of Ikazkan rests upon her magnificent wings, as do the hopes of everyone who lives in it! Her graceful silhouette gives meaning to our existence and guides us toward a happy path! To contemplate her beauty is precisely why we all need a mind.
- Hm-hm, - nodding for a long time, Blueberry retreats to the gallery, spinning a quill between her fingers for quite a while, pacing back and forth and occasionally rubbing her forehead. Until she finally returns to Usa. - I have composed a parable - not just for entertainment and praise, but also for the enlightenment of generations, - she presents the manuscript. - Well, here... depending on how ready you are to read.
Once Óna decided to make all the inhabitants of Ikazkan happy by descending from the Infernal Throne and appearing with Her magnificent bright countenance before the faces of its residents. To this day, historians among Her most devoted admirers struggle to unravel what She intended at that moment - any one of their versions, despite their differences, makes sense, because although Her ways are inscrutable, they are infinitely benevolent. Therefore, Her admirers - in other words, all inhabitants possessing even some reason and eyes different from those of the Bagruks - decided to arrange for Her the most grandiose welcome in history. "Light hundreds and thousands of lamps! Let us illuminate Her path and leave an unforgettable impression!" - such was the general desire. And indeed - in what other way, other than a banal layperson's one, can a follower unequivocally express their love if they are not necessarily highly skilled in all accompanying manners that they could express through action rather than word, but nevertheless keep Her solemn-tender image in their heart?
And so, all the followers gathered a lavish procession: each lit an incredible flame, illuminating even the most remote corners of Ikazkan previously hidden by shadow, all for the purpose of showing that Her bright countenance would dispel any darkness, and even that kind which had been present since primordial times, helping it pass into a harmonic bosom. Only one weak, frail, sickly human old woman stood with a barely burning lamp in her trembling hands... According to the rumors of whispering neighbors, this elderly woman was on her last breath - having by nature neither the blessed rebirth of the ivilaes nor even the slightly longer lifespan of the elms, she had lived a righteous and honest life, but a hard one, not simple at all. She had no relatives left - such are the harsh conditions of life - and the reaper intended to take her soul many winters ago, but something kept her in Ikazkan, driving her day after day to prayer addressed to the Infernal Throne, the words of which no one could decipher even over decades, so quiet - yet so full of certainty - they were. According to eyewitnesses, this venerable woman was ashamed to ask others for help that she could never repay, in order to participate in this manifestation of Óna in the maximum sense possible for her own position; however, the longing of this old woman's heart could not be extinguished in any way - she even used her own hair for the lamp.
And then... Óna finally descended from the Infernal Throne. Casting glances here and there, She illuminates with a smile all Her numerous - or rather, countless - admirers, lovers, and simply rational beings. Her one-eyed blade hovers over Her shoulder, squinting slightly, as if having something to say, but not doing so for now. Suddenly, a strong wind rises - a veritable storm stretches from the direction of the Soul Mirror! Who knows what initiated it! A wild gust rises from the Abyss and extinguishes all those lamps so tremulously created in Her honor. Absolutely all Her admirers fall to their knees, tears stream from their eyes, their teeth gnash, their fists beat the ground. However... - So that's how it is, - they hear a voice - wonderful for those who know it. For others hearing it for the first time, it turns out to be the voice of Gekizo, the eye-razor-sharp tool that does not leave Óna for a second. The believers open their eyes and see that light has not left Ikazkan - the only lamp that remained burning is the lamp of that old woman. Descending to human level and folding Her wings, Óna embraces the old woman: - This lamp burns because it contains the infinite love and longing of your soul. Even if the storm were stronger, it would not have extinguished it. Great fires burn from pride, small ones - from a pure heart. And even from this tiny flame, all others can be rekindled.
Added 16 minutes ago - So, the heart of the monster... For now, we have the Mammoth Rider and the Bat-Kun among the monsters... - Mammoth Rider... I'm afraid that maybe a dozen Sorcerers could handle it. That's one thing... And secondly, we're not some poachers to exterminate an "endangered species"... - Bat-Kuns...
Jingo tries to remember how big the Bat-Kuns he saw were and estimates how many "such specimens" one person could carry...
Added 6 minutes ago By the way, can you search for any resources from the list? Or only those that are in the character's known recipes? Can Jingo search for, for example, Abyss Beetles?
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
If I return alive, I’ll give you the heart of a monster, Yashur.
A beacon... what a magnificent structure. Could this also be part of the Claw defenses? Hardly. No matter how good Kof is, even he wouldn't be able to freely play with such indescribable phenomena as portals.
“How interestingly everything is arranged here,” Rurek admitted. “Is the beacon working now? Can we return and get back on the right path?”
What an adventure! There will be something to remember. If he doesn't die, because there are still plenty of chances and opportunities.
—Good boy... —even if he didn't remember the instructions himself, he definitely saw how the late Hat did it: cut the palm of his hand and touch the wall and the floor nearby.
This procedure helps Dorian avoid a fight with a terrible monster, and now he has a choice: go back to the base or turn in the other direction.
As it turned out, creating poetry is not as easy as it seems. After dozens of written, torn, and crumpled sheets, Osh finally finished. - Here! - the elf proudly shows Usha his brilliant work. - A Hymn to Ona! The Author
Hymn to Ona
Praise Ona, bright and eternal light, Your voice is wondrous, like a lava tide! You lead us on a carefree path, Granting meaning and otherworldly peace.
Praise Ona, beloved Ivilai, And the light and delight to the eyes - Your flight! The party of lackeys is a deep force Leading us to the triumph of Onanism!
Through worlds where there are anxieties and shadows, You sound like a quiet vow: You caress moments like a lullaby, And call us to feats and light!
Praise Ona, beloved Ivilai, And the light and delight to the eyes - Your flight! The party of lackeys is a deep force Leading us to the triumph of Onanism!
Your gaze is deeper than the mirrors of creation, Hotter than paths and richer than all rivers, In it is the beginning, the end, and knowledge, And the fate that protects our age.
Praise Ona, beloved Ivilai, And the light and delight to the eyes - Your flight! The party of lackeys is a deep force Leading us to the triumph of Onanism!
On Your wings is the world of Ikazkan, And the hopes of those living in it, You lead us through darkness without deceit, Tearing apart the doubts.
Praise Ona, beloved Ivilai, And the light and delight to the eyes - Your flight! The party of lackeys is a deep force Leading us to the triumph of Onanism!
You are the reason why we strive, You are the answer to why we live, In Your beauty, we will dissolve, And find our way behind You!
Praise Ona, beloved Ivilai, And the light and delight to the eyes - Your flight! The party of lackeys is a deep force Leading us to the triumph of Onanism!
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
- Hang in there, Mr. Hat! - Cabbage brings a man back to life. - Mr. Barley hasn't gotten everything he needs from you yet! The squad returns to the location with the statue. - Well, well, - says Faith, - it wasn't exactly as planned, but can we say that we completed the mission?
- Yes, the tasks have been completed. You did a good job. Now we need to report this to Uss, and at the same time, take this prisoner to the city and interrogate him. Just shut his mouth with something so he doesn't yell along the way, - having gathered all the things, Barley led the group to the city.
Barley’s squad returns to the lairs just as Chernika and Osh are reciting their works to Usa. - It is so extraordinarily joyful to see how the different peoples of Ikazkan come together to thank Óna for her warmth! - Usa wipes away a single tear running down her cheek, feeling that same warmth both in her chest and in her lower abdomen. - Wonderful! How blessed we were to find ourselves in this beautiful underground world! - She takes out two consecrated magic scrolls from her cleavage. - Everything in the Dungeon comes from one source and will return to it!
Absolute Incineration Deals 9999 magic (fire) damage to the target, ignoring protective effects.
Phoenix Kiss Revives the selected character; can be used later than ordinary methods.
Apparently, each of the two needed to choose one of the scrolls, and both were one-time use and did not require a spellcasting skill.
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Jingo tries to remember how big the batcoons he saw were, and estimates how many "such specimens" one person can carry...
You can loot as much as you want on the spot, but if you carry it... Well, let's say 1.
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- How interestingly everything is arranged here, - Rurek admitted. - Does the beacon work now? Can we return and get back on the right path?
Now Dorian stands before the Dragon Utopia, a place forbidden to ordinary travelers. Does he want to break this rule and challenge the dragon to a fight? If not, he can go back to the chimera or continue on his way.
Absolute Annihilation Deals 9999 magic (fire) damage to the target, ignoring protective effects.
Upon seeing the first scroll, Osha's eyes widened even more than usual. Without much thought, he grabbed it. - Eh, glory to One! Hmm, tell me, Osa, are you a woman, a person? And could I somehow learn the magic that you, the servants of our beloved One, possess?
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Злобный Ящур
Небо
