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🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊Auto-translation in progress
Aristarchus on the left attacks Chrot with 12 damage. Warrior 3 moves one step diagonally up and to the left and drinks a potion. Fighter 1 on the right attacks Chrot with 19 damage.
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
Behind a scarlet door in the caves near the settlement of scholars lurked a powerful hedonistic cult. Only the worthy could enter these halls and receive aid from the followers of the Mistress of Vice. The cult hideout was overseen by an influential priest named Renardo Vollens. The Great and Beautiful.
A unique skill can be learned at the cult hideout. An open slot, 1 action point, and 100 experience are required.
Fanaticism
Tier I 10% chance to deal 1.5x damage with an attack, ability, item, or spell. Tier II 20% chance to deal 1.5x damage with an attack, ability, item, or spell. Tier III 30% chance to deal 1.5x damage with an attack, ability, item, or spell.
Sarabas enters the Crimson Halls. A loud melody from unknown instruments assaults his ears; a haze hangs in the air, and cultists in crimson robes walk around. They are not happy to see an outsider here, but they don't rush to drive him away either.
"Don't disrespect the master!" warned Sarabas's guide before disappearing in an unknown direction.
The former dodzik stands before a half-naked priest with a red headband on his head. Presumably, he is the leader of the cult.
The mistress of the mountain clan smiled gently at Tsulak.
“That’s wonderful! The expedition led by Corvis’ deputy is an important matter,” Tisa leaned back on her throne. “You will depart tomorrow at noon. Gorrus will be in your squad, so you won’t get bored. Now go! Rest and gather strength, young warrior of the Fighters Clan.”
After a short audience, a cultist approaches Tsulak.
“Tisa Gentong is merciful. She gives you a chance to prove yourself, my son,” said the man in red, stating the obvious. “I will also go with you.”
The cultist’s physique clearly indicated his exceptional usefulness in battle.
The mistress of the mountain clan smiled gently at Tsulak.
"Excellent!" The expedition led by Corvis' deputy is an important matter," Tisa leaned back on her throne. "You will depart tomorrow at noon. Gorush will be in your squad, so you won't get bored. Now go! Rest and gather strength, young warrior of the Fighters Clan."
After a short audience, a cultist approaches Tsulak.
"Tisa Gentong is merciful. She gives you a chance to prove yourself, my son," said the man in red, stating the obvious. "I will also go with you."
The cultist's physique clearly indicated his exceptional usefulness in battle.
— It shall be done! I will return victorious, or else my name did not deserve to be mentioned in this story, so it doesn't matter. — Tsulak pounded his fist against his chest once more.
"Gorush and you, master! With such company, we will shake even the snowy peaks themselves, ha!" he added to the cultist after the meeting: "I will do everything to meet your expectations."
Perhaps someone interested should have thought about and asked more about this "important" expedition, but the fighter wasn't particularly interested in that. They took him there for his fists; let others use their heads.
Sarabas enters the Crimson Halls. A loud melody of unknown instruments assaults his ears, a haze hangs in the air, and cultists in crimson robes walk around. They are not happy to see a stranger here, but they are also not eager to drive him away.
I'm glad that in a parallel universe, the Rammstein band has become an important part of the cult and is doing well for itself.
A former dodzik stands before a half-naked priest with a red headband on his head. Probably the leader of the cult.
– Are you slowly becoming a fan? – he asks the priest, having learned about his local skill. – That’s right, it’s better to be a fan than not to be one; strong emotions are what life is all about, without them we are nothing more than river stones waiting for the current to carry us away or time to destroy us. My name is Sarabos Nevereverland, and I am always happy to meet new people.
The bum recoiled backward.
“No… no…”
“Who would defend you, vile creature?” exclaimed the Gachi stranger. “In the name of the Lady, perish, hideous beast! Let blood and steel cleanse this settlement from your corrupting presence!”
??? attacks target Bum with weapon "Scourge of Monsters"??? gains status FanaticismBum takes 126 damage (-36/90)
Bum dies
Having finished his deed, the monster slayer sheathed his blade.
“The world has become a little cleaner. Thank you for not interfering.”
The monster hunter respectfully placed his hand over his chest.