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Knight, you suddenly notice a blurry shadow darting towards the Barbarian – a banshee ghost... But instead of draining him, it throws him to the ground... Suddenly, something happens to the altar... A-a-a!!! It's a Night Hound!!! What do you do?

Run for your life and head towards the exit of the dungeon. You need to reach the nearest town...

Off-topic (just between Masters)

That one, who doesn't care about the position of Supra(1)...
Supra, and you read my posts too (for the sake of completeness!!!)

I draw my dagger and creep toward the entrance of the living room. The moaning repeats; I peer inside — the room is in complete disarray, in one corner the blacksmith is half-sitting, covered in blood, a terrible wound in his right side, his hand still gripping a battle axe. I approach him; he does not seem to notice me, but a strangled wheeze escapes his mouth:
- Stolen, the shard was stolen, there were too many of those demo... — blood gushes from his mouth, his head finally falls onto his shoulder. The half-dwarf died without finishing his sentence.
The other rooms are in as much chaos as the living room, with hoof prints visible here and there on the floor. Demons, I realize, and where! — in Irriloth, the capital of humans! An unheard-of crime! Well then, this murder will not go unpunished. I run out into the street; there are no tracks on the cobblestone pavement, so I cast a tracking spell — there it is, a trail leading down one of the narrow alleys. I dash off in pursuit, trying my best not to make too much noise.

to Sage, Home
Suddenly, a vampire attacks you from the darkness. You clash and fall to the ground... His face is lifeless, but he doesn't seem bloodthirsty, rather exhausted... Suddenly, five demon guardians appear behind you... Chains in their hands restrain hellhounds, which snap their terrifying fangs and try to tear you apart... What do you do?

I am Inquisitor, a paladin of the Imperial Order - the knight replied. Well, it's a pleasure to meet you - I replied. However, something about him didn't sit right with me... Suddenly, I noticed the same warrior running out of the tavern, the one I had seen there yesterday! I was about to go after him, but "Inquisitor" stopped me. Stop! He is a servant of Kha-Beleth, disguised as a human! See, he ran out of the tavern? Just a minute ago, he slaughtered everyone inside! Let's kill him before he causes any more trouble You have rather radical methods for a paladin - I said. - What makes you think he's a demon? Because I... - suddenly, the "paladin" was overcome by an unbearable convulsion. A monk passed by and, seeing the paladin, was delighted and, with a cry of "blessed be, defender of the faith!", sprinkled holy water on the demon to bless him. His reaction was natural. In these times, paladins are not often encountered. These are warriors of a secret order, in which only the chosen ones are trained. Of course, the demon didn't like that. He had to shed his disguise and knight's clothing so that the water would stop burning him. I suspected this and, in a fraction of a second, summoning my Rainbow Sword, I cut the imposter in half. Ignoring the astonished looks of the crowd, I headed towards Sage. Suddenly, I noticed that Sage was standing next to... It was Howie! What is he doing here? It seems I'm not the only one who has encountered demons today... With that thought, I headed to help the warrior and the vampire, clutching my Rainbow Sword in both hands... Note: My sword is a part of myself, of my strength, so I don't carry it in a scabbard, but summon it when needed.

Without hesitation, I hurl one of the shorter daggers at the head of the demon guard leader (it wasn't hard to identify him – he was the only one not holding chains with hounds). He falls to the ground with the dagger in his eye socket. I doubt I killed him, I thought, but I knocked him out for a while, and he won't recover anytime soon. At the same time, with my other hand, I grab the second dagger and, rolling to the side, manage to slash at the face of one of the hounds. It falls onto the cobblestones with a deathly howl. I manage to get to my feet before two more of them lunge at me. I cut one down in mid-air, but the second snaps its teeth at my side, grinding them against the chainmail shirt I'm wearing under my leather jacket. If it weren't for this gift from the dwarves, I would already be dead! I kill this hound and the last one, which one of the demons, slightly delayed, didn't manage to unleash in time. Thus, I am left facing four demons. Fortunately, in this narrow alley, they can only attack two at a time, and even then, it will be cramped for them. I launch a sharp attack, and the demon on the right falls with a severed head (the dwarven dagger, made with special craftsmanship, can kill even such a creature; it's not just ordinary iron). However, the second one manages to block my attack. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the vampire, staggering, getting to his feet. Another demon takes the place of the one I killed. Together, they manage to fend off my attacks, but suddenly, one of them falls, struck down by the vampire's lunge. The vampire also falls, having spent his last strength. The second demon falls from my dagger. The last one, apparently assessing his chances, uses the gating ability, teleporting away to an unknown location, and even takes his seriously wounded commander with him. The vampire lies motionless. He still helped me, I think, and, hoisting him onto my shoulder, I drag him to the tavern I already know. And there, about fifty city guards are already investigating who killed the bartender. I trudge upstairs, where the tavern owner catches up to me and hands me a crumpled piece of paper, stained with blood in places, saying, "This is for you." The paper reads, "You will find me in Mistrade." I wanted to ask who passed it to me, but the tavern owner was already gone. After spending a peaceful night in the tavern, I and the vampire, who seemed to have recovered but wasn't very talkative, left in the morning. As we left, we saw a warrior with a rainbow-colored sword cleave a demon in half and head straight for us. Only then did I notice that he had a strange sphere in place of his left eye, and it seemed to even change color...

Here, I noticed that two demons were standing behind them, one with a serious wound in his eye. The demons raised their swords above the heads of the two... Just in time, I used the power of the earth. Two spikes burst from under the pavement, killing both "horned ones." Not the most pleasant sight. Putting away my sword (it seemed to crumble into glittering dust), I approached the brave warrior and, apparently, the unconscious Howie:
Well, I finally met you! - I said with no small amount of joy. - My name is Novizard, but my friends call me Wiz. And what's up with Howie? - Catching the questioning look (while noting that this man's gaze is far from that of a 30-year-old), I explained to the swordsman: - That's the name of the vampire you're holding.

- He's very weak and not very talkative, - I replied, - nevertheless, he helped me yesterday evening in a skirmish with demons, or maybe I helped him get rid of them, who knows? My name is Sage, some call me a "wanderer," and thank you for finishing off those two that I didn't manage to kill yesterday. I assume you wrote this? - I said, handing him a note stained with dried blood.

Yes, I am, but it no longer matters. You must come with me to Hikamu. Time is running out, so anything that is unclear to you will be explained there. You can also bring Houmi. Wait a minute. - I took a bottle of wine, which I had acquired for free at the tavern, sprinkled some of my "powders" into it, and held it out to Houmi so he could drink. His strength gradually, but quickly, began to return. - So, what do you say? Are you coming with me? - I said to Seiju.
Suddenly, a voice from one of the guards came from the tavern:
That's the warrior with the strange sword on his back! Yes, it's him! I saw blood on his hands!

"Yes... I haven't been in such a situation for a long time; without my magical power, I'm practically useless... all that's left is to defend myself," I decide, watching as a mighty Barbarian tries to fight the beast alone.
"But the best defense, as they say, is attack!" and I rush at the night hound, hitting its spine with my magic staff... which is now just a useless stick...

Yes...
Okay, forget about that... Gotta kill this thing...
Where... Has this girl completely lost it?... No, there'sno point in casting a spell on the creature... She's decided to hit the creature with a stick... Although, the creature doesn't seem to like that...
She needs to hit the creature on the head with an axe... That should do the trick...
I manage to land a solid blow on the creature's head... The head splits in half... The creature staggers and falls... Hopefully, this creature won't recover like that "main" one...
"Damn... The creature..." I notice a nasty wound on my right arm... "Heh... I was so engrossed that I didn't even notice the wound..."

Suddenly, a voice from one of the guards echoed from the tavern:
That's the warrior with the strange sword on his back! Yes, it's him! I saw blood on his hands!

- Great, here we go again...

There wasn't a soul around us anymore. All the onlookers had scattered, probably sensing that something was about to happen, when two demons suddenly appeared out of nowhere and were struck down by my new acquaintance. With a sword on my back, I was the only one left, and there was no doubt about what the guard had said about me. These guards! They'll blame the first person they see for every sin, but they won't admit that demons are roaming the streets of Irrilot, attacking peaceful (and not-so-peaceful) residents. Never mind, I can't start a bloodbath here – these thoughts flashed through my mind in a split second, and my legs were already carrying me towards the tavern entrance. I'll have to use a spell that I always try to keep ready in populated areas (because people are prone to all sorts of rash actions, and if I were to behead every such idiot, I could wipe out half the city) – the spell of forgetfulness. I cast it on everyone in the tavern, feeling a wave of weakness and nausea (-20 HP – there were too many people, and the spell will likely leave most of them with vague memories of this morning), and I approach the guard – the very one who was talking about me. "So, what is it, sir?" I say to him. "You wanted to sell me your dagger, didn't you?" And I hand him 12 gold coins. "What? Oh, yes, yes," he replies, slightly puzzled, but nevertheless grabbing the coins and handing me the dagger. As I leave the tavern and catch a slightly surprised look from Novizard, I say, "I'm not just good with a sword." But we need to get out of here quickly; the spell was a bit off – there were too many targets. You said we needed to go to Hikamu, so let's go. A dark elf, who had been watching the scene from one of the nearby houses, smirked with satisfaction. We traveled through the entire city without any problems, but at the city gates, we were stopped by the guards. One of them stepped forward and said: ............

No one will leave the city until the murderer who committed yesterday's massacre in the tavern is found. Order of the city governor.
What? There was a massacre in the tavern? - I feigned surprise. - What a nuisance! Isn't that right, dear friend Sage? (I glanced at him and winked). - he nodded understandingly.
Could you tell us more about this incident? - I asked, subtly casting an illusion on the guard.
I wasn't an eyewitness to what happened, but we know that...
And we left the city without any obstacles while the city guard stared at our water phantoms...

After a while, we stopped to see how Howmi was doing.
How are you? - I asked.

What? I'm fine! - I said my signature phrase...