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Gorok kept his word. This time, Zulak's opponent was some weakling from the Clans faction.

"Why are all the opponents in this clan always buff guys?"



THE BATTLE BEGINS

Round I

Warrior moves

The opponents were separated by one cell.

Turn order:

Warrior [10] (80/80)
Zulak [10] (90/90) <<<

If you like indulging yourself, then you should also enjoy tormenting beggars.

The skeleton rattled its bones. It hadn't been outside the settlement of scholars before.

- Fair enough. Sarabas drinks a potion that boosts strength, increases agility, rests, consumes Terror, and together with the skeleton follows Lidar's lead.

What I got from the Sarabash dig site: a tamed skeleton.
What Ida would have gotten if she had answered the ad for a girl with beauty 4: she would have ended up trapped by Sirens and their zombie harem.

Will there be any drawbacks?

Aristarch arrives at the house of sages, where a small ceremony has already been prepared in his honor. “So, this is your young talent, Augur,” whispered an old man with a crazy look to the sage. “I expected more.” “Come on,” Augur rolled his eyes. “I haven’t seen such talented students since Jungo, may he rest in peace!” “Are you talking about that guy who went to explore distant caves and was eaten by Murkeys?” “Exactly him.” A powerful-looking elder walks into the center of the hall. The other elders bow their heads before him. “Aristarch, you have served the Clan of Knowledge with distinction,” said the first among the elders, approaching the novice and attaching a nice badge to his unremarkable clothes. “Therefore, I, Lerad Frosty, declare you an acolyte! You are free!” The first sage leaves. Faceless elders, a crazy old man, and the sage Augur remain in the hall. Aristarch reaches the rank of Acolyte (+2 to Intelligence and Dexterity)

Sarabas gains 50 experience points.

Sarabas reaches level 2 (+1 attribute point for free allocation).
Sarabas restores all action points.

Slightly more agile, Sarabas remembers that he has no supplies.

Nimble presses his face against his palm – yes, exactly like that, and not the other way around. “After talking with you, I completely forgot that people need to fill their bellies to move,” he says to the skeleton. “Otherwise, we’ll just stand here like a stone and that will be it.” Then he tries to come up with some way to spend an action point in order to get supplies.

Kikki looked intently at Hryashch. She clearly saw something appealing in the grenadier’s proposal, but…

“The idea of going to catch a couple more snow ratlings is pleasing to my cursed soul, but who will then take care of the three cute little ratlings in my basement? Ah! Let's meet tomorrow. Just find someone else. You aren't so stupid as to suggest that we go into a monster-infested lair together, are you?”

The girl smirked crookedly and returned to her cute ratlings.

“Annoying Hryashch! And how does the earth bear such freaks!” Kikki complained to Ide, two warriors, and snow foxes simultaneously. “Come to me, sweets! I need gentle oblivion!”

Or not quite gentle... because Kikki threw off her robe and jumped straight into the warrior sandwich, which had been hungry from long waiting.

Unfortunately, the warriors were not previously introduced to Ide, but she did know their little secret: they were brothers, although they didn't often tell strangers about it.

Let's assume that the beloved Kikki really had a personal collection of cosmetics. In this case, medieval shampoos must have been supplied by knowledgeable alchemists.

Let's assume that the people's favorite Kikki really had a personal collection of cosmetics. In this case, medieval shampoos must have been supplied by knowledgeable alchemists.

But how would Ida even identify them?

Hearing that Kikki was back, Ida decided not to stay in the bathroom any longer. She climbed out of the water and threw a robe over herself. The clothes treacherously clung to her wet body. But it seemed to make it look even better. Without much thought, Ida headed to the bedroom party.

Swordsman and Zaya drink, while everyone else fights.

Alas, the skill of cooking was strictly guarded by higher powers, so Sarabas could only go and beg for supplies at the house of sages, an alchemical laboratory, or somewhere else.

A powerful-looking old man walks to the center of the hall. The other elders bow their heads before him.

“Aristarkh, you have served the Clan of Scholars well,” says the first among the elders, approaching the novice and attaching a nice badge to his unremarkable clothes. “Therefore, I, Lerad Frosty, declare you an acolyte! You are free!”

The first sage leaves. In the hall remain the faceless elders, the crazy elder, and the sage Augur.

"Now that’s what I call… quick and efficient. No unnecessary long speeches accompanied by elem."

“Thank you,” Aristarkh managed to say as the chief elder quickly disappeared.

“So this is your young talent, Augur,” whispered the mad-looking elder to the sage. “I expected more.”

"Judging by appearances, wise one? How foolish!"

“Never mind,” Augur rolled his eyes. “I haven't seen such talented students since Jungo, may he rest in peace!
“Are you talking about that guy who went to explore the distant caves and was eaten by the Mra?
“Exactly him.”

- Hmm... Here? - Aristarkh points on the map to the remaining unexplored part of the caves.
- There must be something interesting there... It's a pity that all our warriors are busy patrolling the excavations.
- Although, here's what I think... If we clear out all the lairs, then there will be no need to patrol later. Right, teacher?

- Yo, I'm heading back to the alchemists. By any chance, do you have any supplies here that you could sell to a trading partner? If things go well, I might bring some other interesting items for trade later.