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Here, towards the end of the fight, another necromancer arrives, clearly not from around here. He starts entertaining the crowd with jokes and stories...
However, engrossed in searching for his next idea, he doesn't notice that he's already become tiresome. As they say, everything is good in moderation...

and while the others were busy fighting each other, the Dark Elf calmly sipped his beer and ate some fish.

Wow, what a story you have... you really went off-topic! =)))))

OKAY! DEAR "WRITERS"! PLEASE STOP FLOODING THE FORUM IN THE FUTURE!!! (REGARDLESS OF THE SECTION NAME!)

This phrase struck everyone in the tavern like a bolt from the blue...

An epic tale about the confrontation in the library of the fourth heroes (and the fifth ones too:)).
There lived a hydra (:)) named N in the library. He sat at a table all day, rereading books about racing in the fourth game and about the turbulent races in the fifth. He decided to add to the book "Bad words about the 4th game." But then, a former elementalist, M, burst into the library and started throwing elemental creatures at the hydra. The hydra responded with a volley of gnolls, attacking the elementals. The battle was long and grueling, but then a necromancer, X, arrived and reconciled everyone.
THE END:)

N - Knight, M - Kid(?), X - Hacker - is that right?

N - Knight, M - Kid(?), H - Hacker - is that right?

Almost:)
Knight, Magnus, Hacker:)

Yeah, I realized later that I messed up... The kid wasn't on the forum before.

Oh, what a story you have... you really went off-topic! =)))))

It's more like a song flowing, although something very strange was happening with the cyclops:eek:.
Only in that tavern is there silence and peace; you rarely encounter two or three drunk or sleepy guests... How did I end up at the edge of the world...? And who is the owner, where is the mug...? :D

The clouds gather, and the sky takes on a fiery hue. All eyes are fixed on the traveler approaching from afar. No one can understand who it is, and a terrible fear grips everyone, with many reaching for their sword hilts, preparing for a fight. But no... a greeting rings out from afar... "Ah, yes," everyone exclaims with delight, "It's Medvaldo – our old friend..." Now, everyone heads to the tavern to discuss their travels and share their experiences.

A knight, just returned from a campaign, also enters the tavern. In one hand, he holds a sword covered in dried blood, and a fresh wound is visible on his face. Entering the tavern, he casts a sidelong glance at the necromancers and approaches the tavern owner, asking for a mug of ale.

A blizzard raged in the North that night. The tavern was filled with weary travelers seeking shelter and a place to stay. Merriment reigned supreme; music played, and beer flowed like a river. But suddenly, a howl could be heard—the howl of a beast. Someone was approaching the tavern door, the crunch of snow audible beneath their feet. The door swung open, nearly blown off its hinges by the wind. The patrons shuddered slightly. A traveler in a cloak appeared before them. He entered quietly, closed the door, and cast aside his cloak as he walked toward the bar. Everyone looked at one another and whispered: it's Varg, Varg-Nar. "Welcome," said the innkeeper. Varg tossed a purse stuffed with coins onto the counter and told the innkeeper to ensure the patrons didn't have to worry about their drinks; then he clapped his hands and shouted to the musicians, "Play! It's going to be a wild night here...:)"

Varg-Nar was followed by Sneg, who continued to crack his knuckles, ignoring the glares he received from the other patrons of the tavern on Pyatnitskaya Street, all thanks to his crooked gait. "Damn it, who just tripped me?! I'll kill them all!!" Sneg shouted and fell to the floor. He was completely drunk.

The dark elf frowned in displeasure; he never understood the habit of his light-skinned brethren to boast. However, the appearance of such a well-known figure in the tavern suggested that something interesting was about to happen. The elf ordered another beer and a delicious Heresh pike, while also considering that, besides necromancers, there were several other things in Heresh that were worth paying attention to.