Posts from ? Planet Flerantorus, shards of humanity ?

“I came here to read books and kick some ass. As you can see, I’ve already read the books.”

You can borrow rare books from Rumik that are hard to find for wrestlers. But there's a catch…

— Greetings, noble Rumik! I have come to borrow the most beautiful of your books!

Ruk-Shator listlessly watches as Khryashch spends another 2 action points waiting.

After the wait, the grenadier doesn't notice anyone, but the weak throwing bomb that has disappeared from his pocket clearly indicates an encounter with a snow fox...

-- Damn it... The fox is worse than a ratling – the bomb is useless either way; there’s nothing to loot even from its corpse. Unlucky. Well, maybe I’ll have better luck tomorrow morning, and if not, we’ll manage together in three.
Khryashch goes to sleep.

– FIGHT ME! – Rumik suddenly shouted and rushed into attack, menacingly swinging two battle axes. **THE BATTLE BEGINS** **Round I** Rumik moves. The opponents were separated by one cell. **Turn order:** Rumik [10] (110/110) Berserker Tsulak [10] (90/90) **<<<**

So you want to pick up a book, develop yourself, but they beat you for it.

While Zaya and her squad stood in the middle of the settlement of experts, lost in their own thoughts, a suspicious, hot-blooded man approached them. “What an abominable monstrosity… give me the offspring, and I will reward you generously!” said the stranger, who was clearly a vagrant.

Khryashch returns home and goes to sleep. On the floor, because Ruk-Shator rightfully occupies the bed of the strongest.

Khryashch restores all action points.

"It's time to hit the road. Where should we look for the third among us?" Vardan asked early in the morning.

The weather was beautiful outside. It was snowing, gurps were chirping, and snow rats were squeaking.

Meanwhile, Ida was engrossed in playing Heroes of Might and Magic and thinking about something else.

Ida is being worked on. There’s just a post with a really big image.

Понятно. Deep dark fantasy from dangeon master.

Corvis Clan of the Suffering Rank: Raised by Pain Bonus: +2 to Agility, three additional skill slots, +1 action point. Male Level: 8

Attributes Strength: 5 Endurance: 5 Agility: 5 Willpower: 5 Mind: 4 Parameters Health: 100 Damage: 35 Evasion chance: 25% Hit chance: 15 (23)% Chance to reflect a negative effect: 17% Initiative: 15 (20) Speed: 4 Action points: 8 Skill slots: 6 Beauty: 5 Skills Ranged Combat II No penalty when using ordinary ranged weapons. +25% accuracy with ordinary ranged weapons. Literacy II Allows reading and writing. Reading books grants experience depending on the book's rarity.  Combat Training II +1 to Speed, +5 to Initiative. Diplomacy II Increases the weight of the character's dialogue lines in the eyes of NPCs. Allows an attempt, through a difficult check (the attribute depends on the situation), to convince an NPC in a situation where success would normally be impossible. Leadership II Allows granting an ally, in exchange for the character's turn, a) an additional attack in the round, b) immunity to Provocation, Shackles, and Stun until the end of the round. Exploration II Grants 50 experience upon entering a new location. 20% chance not to spend an action point.

Equipment Weapon 1: "Expeditor" (longbow) Bow. Accuracy: 80 (105)%. Damage: 100%. Range: 5 Deals damage twice (requires an additional arrow). Weapon 2: - Head: - Body: Deputy's suit (reduces the difficulty of checks for diplomacy) Hands: Deputy's gloves (+8% to hit chance) Legs: Deputy's boots (+5 to Initiative) Accessory 1: Deputy's signet ring (leadership abilities can be applied to two allies simultaneously) Accessory 2: - Inventory Supplies x3 Writing kit x1  Arrows x50 Improved healing potion x5 (restores 75 health points, ends the turn if used in combat) Spirits x3 (+1 to Beauty until rest) Reward Experience x40

When you see two overpowered heroes on your team at once (not weaklings, of course), you realize that an intense battle awaits you.

Pale flesh takes a step forward. Alluring and gentle, it bore little resemblance to the decaying bodies that had given it life.

"They all found a helping hand, clung to it with greedy fangs. Why did you remain alone?" The voice didn't come from the pale flesh's lips but from its very core. A majestic and terrifying whisper echoed everywhere. Even if one plugged their ears, no one could escape the words of the chthonic forest. "Was it out of loyalty to principles? We have spoken many times. Either humanity will bow before a higher power, or the higher power will consume humankind. To reject the lords of universal emptiness is unforgivable arrogance. Why did you refuse them all? Do you hope to defeat me alone? No, the answer isn't stupidity. It's impossible. You are not stupid."

The voice addresses Corvus. Pale flesh surrounds the bodyguards frozen in fear, approaches the deputy closely, takes his hand, and looks directly into his eyes. Corvus doesn't have time to flinch. Is he terrified? Is he desperate? No! On the contrary, the deputy's face shines with determination.

"Lords of universal emptiness... these arrogant beings, self-proclaimed gods," Corvus lets out a hoarse chuckle. "You, cultists, Sortorian witches, even that scaled warrior... you all want the same thing – to conquer the world. You invent beautiful justifications for yourselves, but the truth is simple! It lies on the surface. Even the biggest idiot can see it. I won't lower my head before a parasite, no matter how powerful it may be! If the price of help is servitude, I will choose the path of eternal solitude. I will not sell the soul of my people for a phantom chance at gaining power. Better death. Death free! Death by my own choice!"

Man and abomination stare at each other for a long time. A battle ensues between them. Invisible, intangible. A clash of minds, a confrontation of wills. An insignificant speck against a cosmic demigod. Finally, pale flesh averts its gaze. It clutches Corvus' palm in a mortuary grip. The deputy's body becomes covered in frost; he tries to break free, but cannot. The abomination is too strong.

"Do you feel the void? That is the void of your aspirations. So much pride and so little logic. Will pride save humanity? Will pride make all those who hate humankind flee in tears?" Pale flesh tilts its head to the side. "Meaningless. If my bleeding heart perishes, inevitable forces will bring it to reality. You created them yourself by rejecting those who should not be rejected. Let us list your achievements! Corvus, second-in-command of the Clan of Sufferers, rejected the grace of the Lady of Vice, insulted the Shadow Mistress, executed an envoy from the tribes of the wasteland, dared to defy the Sortorian witch! And all within a month! Not to mention the countless victims of his expeditions. He has helped humanity in no way. Only harmed it. Time and again."

The alchemical saw reaches for the flesh. It craves to dissect, to annihilate the abomination of the chthonic forest, but it turns out to be faster. Pale flesh, enveloped in a breath of frost, retreats backward. It screams into the heavens shrouded in dark clouds, and at its command, long, tenacious roots burst forth from the white snow. Warriors and swordsmen die on the spot, torn apart by the tendrils of the chthonic forest. Few manage to avoid such a fate and take up defensive positions next to the strongest warriors of mankind – the fierce alchemist Utar and deputy Corvus.

"Come to me, last defenders of men!" exclaimed Corvus, drawing a bow from behind his back. "Beings from other worlds believe in their right to own our souls. They have long ceased to take us seriously. For them, we are food! Slaves! Insignificant worms! So let us show today what humanity is truly worth! To the glory of our ancestors! In the name of the ancient empire! For the last of us!"

At the call of the icy flesh, monsters gather on the field infected with the chthonic forest. Snow rats, thorn claws... they are all ready to fight for victory over hated humans. But even more terrifying creatures appear following the roots. Disfigured human bodies consumed by flowers. Victims of the chthonic forest cursed forever. A true nightmare come to life.

"Watching your meaningless struggle is my favorite pastime," admitted the Twisting Mind. "No one can brighten my cycle of evolution as much as you do – people. But nothing lasts forever. It's time to end this dispute."

THE BATTLE BEGINS



Round 1

Mountain beasts and forest spawn arrive on the battlefield. They miss their first initiative.



Turn order:

Corvus [20] (100/100) (5 potions, 50 arrows) <<<
Snow Rat 1 [20] (35/35)
Snow Rat 2 [20] (35/35)
Snow Rat 3 [20] (35/35)
Snow Rat 4 [20] (35/35)
Icy Flesh [15] (90/90)
Frosty Thornclaw 1 [15] (60/60)
Frosty Thornclaw 2 [15] (60/60)
Utar [10] (110/110) (5 "Tenderness", 5 "Madness", 5 "Cowardice")
Mahra [10] (120/120) (3 "Tenderness", 5 bombs)
Ida [10] (80/80) (2 "Tenderness")
Warrior 1 [10] (80/80) (3 potions)
Warrior 2 [10] (80/80) (3 potions)
Warrior 3 [10] (80/80) (3 potions)
Warrior 4 [10] (80/80) (3 potions)
Swordsman 1 [10] (90/90) (3 potions, 25 arrows)
Swordsman 2 [10] (90/90) (3 potions, 25 arrows)
Swordsman 3 [10] (90/90) (3 potions, 25 arrows)
Flower-cursed 1 [10] (110/110) Reflection
Flower-cursed 2 [10] (110/110) Reflection
Flower-cursed 3 [10] (110/110) Reflection
Frost Eye 1 [10] (40/40)
Frost Eye 2 [10] (40/40)
Frost Eye 3 [10] (40/40)
Frost Eye 4 [10] (40/40)

Oh, you gave me the most difficult battle possible.

Corvis shoots at Needleclaw, who is closest to Ide. Now we wait to see what those ugly creatures will do.

If one of the swordsmen moves away, can Ida pick up their weapon during battle and use it?