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Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно.
Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.
(Закон сохранения).
Злобный Ящур
Posts from Knights of Tezoth
Злобный Ящур
Злобный Ящур
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Me, even before all regions were published: I want to create an archerWho's to blame that there are no decent sorcerers, the men lack learnability, and an axe is less logical for a woman than a bow...
Everyone else: creates archers
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно.
Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.
(Закон сохранения).
Ple-Sen
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Alright then. You've convinced me. I'll bring back the most long-suffering character of all expeditions. Let's do an interview with Alaria, since that option exists. I might have considered Shanaz or a new character from some Faregia, but the temptation is just too strong.
Heroist
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From this interview, I've realized that anyone who takes rebirth instead of materialization isn't just a loser, but a loser without a cool painting—basically, exactly my kind of thing.
Whatever
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Who am I? Where am I? There are no answers to these questions—you do not know yourself, and others do not remember you. You should not exist; this universe had no need for you. The only one who cares about your fate is the torturer who assembled you from a myriad of shards. Your soul is a kaleidoscope of suffering. You find yourself at the edge of the universe. Just moments ago, dogs were tearing you apart; now you are drowning in magma; shortly, you will be transported to a happy setting, but only so that moments later everything that managed to become dear and precious to you would be taken away in the cruelest manner. In rare moments of mental clarity, you realize that everything happening—aside from the vast black hole—is nothing more than a mirage, but this realization does not help soothe the pain. The torture continues for millennia. But then one day, you blink and find yourself in an unfamiliar place in a disembodied form; all around is darkness, and there is no one except you and another person within it.
Her gaze inspires no trust; it is frightening, and you want to look away, but you realize that you have no eyes. The temporarily returned fragments of memories only make things more terrifying.
- Hello, friend! It's time for a change of scenery, don't you think? My name is Revaniel, and what is yours, do you remember?
Her gaze inspires no trust; it is frightening, and you want to look away, but you realize that you have no eyes. The temporarily returned fragments of memories only make things more terrifying.
- Hello, friend! It's time for a change of scenery, don't you think? My name is Revaniel, and what is yours, do you remember?
Небо
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Who am I? Where am I? There are no answers to these questions - you do not know yourself, and others do not remember you. You should not exist; this universe has no need for you. The only one who cares about your fate is the torturer who assembled you from a myriad of shards. Your soul is a kaleidoscope of suffering. You find yourself at the edge of the universe. Just recently, dogs were tearing you apart; now you are drowning in magma; shortly, you will be transported to a happy setting, but only so that moments later everything that managed to become dear and precious to you would be taken away in the most cruel manner. In rare moments of mental clarity, you realize that everything happening, aside from the vast black hole, is nothing more than a mirage, but this realization does not help soothe the pain. The torture continues for millennia.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
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Ple-Sen
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Alaria would have been glad to blink, but she had no eyes for that. There was nothing. Only sharp flashes of disjointed events from her life surfacing in her mind.
— A guest? Here?
She tried to look around, wondering if this was some new form of torture.
— Good...
The warrior quickly stopped herself and smirked.
— ... time of day, if such a concept even exists here. Pleased to meet you, Lady Revaniel. Alaria Doran, a woman of many fates, at your service. Please forgive me for not setting the table for your visit. As you can see, I have ownly little to offer you.
She unsuccessfully tried to survey the surrounding space with a theatrical gesture.
— The environment around me changed, and more than once. But in the end, everything inevitably crashed against the unrelenting cliffs of cruel fate. Over time, I even grew used to it and began to wonder what would be in store for me this time. One of the few diversions permitted to me in this place. But, I presume, you are offering me something else?
— A guest? Here?
She tried to look around, wondering if this was some new form of torture.
— Good...
The warrior quickly stopped herself and smirked.
— ... time of day, if such a concept even exists here. Pleased to meet you, Lady Revaniel. Alaria Doran, a woman of many fates, at your service. Please forgive me for not setting the table for your visit. As you can see, I have ownly little to offer you.
She unsuccessfully tried to survey the surrounding space with a theatrical gesture.
— The environment around me changed, and more than once. But in the end, everything inevitably crashed against the unrelenting cliffs of cruel fate. Over time, I even grew used to it and began to wonder what would be in store for me this time. One of the few diversions permitted to me in this place. But, I presume, you are offering me something else?
Злобный Ящур
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Age: Amalia - 30, Emilia - 25, Elsa - 20.
Clothing... Well, as usual for me, "cute-and-shy," so there shouldn't be any naked breasts the size of their heads or thighs... The rest is probably not critical.
Facial expression... Idk... Emilia - Knightly, Amalia - medical, Elsa - the face of a kind sorceress...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно.
Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.
(Закон сохранения).
Ple-Sen
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Heroist
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as in the pic above
Whatever
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How does that work?
Like in the pic above
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно.
Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.
(Закон сохранения).
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FMD, you were asking what exp is 👆
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно.
Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.
(Закон сохранения).
Heroist
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Not a "muzzle," but an anti-COVID mask, citizen; watch your language.
Whatever
Небо
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Hair: Emilia and Elsa are blondes, Amalia is a brunette.
Age: Amalia - 30, Emilia - 25, Elsa - 20.
Clothing... Well, as usual for me, "cute-and-shy", so there shouldn't be any naked breasts the size of their heads or thighs... The rest is probably not critical.
Facial expression... Idk... Emilia - Knightly, Amalia - medical, Elsa - the face of a kind sorceress...
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
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