Posts from RPG on the Portal. Auto-translated

"Let's hide behind those bushes for now and see how many of them are coming"
I looked at Saruman "Smok, put him back in the bag; he's an impulsive old man, he might do something reckless.... and besides, he's probably already used to the bag"

...but then Saruman emerged from the stupor caused by some spell and began trying to get out of the bag...:)
"hey, let me out of this bag..." - I cried piteously (generally, others' pity often helped me; after all, how could you not feel sorry for an old man!;) )! while thinking to myself "why did I even agree to this job, I would have lived as comfortably as before..." But then the mage remembered his precious dagger, and it wasn't with him; apparently, the kidnappers had taken it. "Let me out, and you will receive a great reward from me!" - Saruman decided to resort to a method of avoiding problems as old as time itself:) , and it worked - someone cut the bag and let me out...

I saw the undead advancing from the left flank and noticed that Sage had been knocked off the wall by a shot. I wanted to help, but the undead army wouldn't let me through. The skeletons were the weak part of the army; they crumbled like straw under the steel swords of the Knight units. But then, an undead figure loomed over the Paladin. The Paladin entered the fray. A scythe knocked me back a meter. Fortunately, I managed to block the second strike with my shield. Then the undead stepped on my shield and prepared to seize my soul. Its fingers reached for my heart. Defending myself was impossible; my sword lay far away. I tried to hold its arm back with both hands, but it drew closer... Its fingers began to penetrate through the armor... I was already saying goodbye to my life. But then the herald suddenly jumped back. One of the Knight units had plunged an axe into its back. I took advantage of the moment and stood up. Meanwhile, the knight held the undead from behind. All that remained for me was to pierce it with my sword. A swing. A strike. And the undead's earthly journey came to an end.

However, you, Inquisitor, were thrown back and struck by Darkness (-10 HP) – after all, it was a Herald, not a Death Knight, as you thought... Actions?

The Herald is already dead. I rushed to the Sage, whom the skeletons thought was dead.

We wait until the squad moves to a safe location, and then we head towards Wolfjord. “Well, Saruman, where is the promised reward?!”

We are waiting for the squad to move to a safe location, and then we head towards Wolfgard. "Well, Saruman, where is the promised reward?!"

I got up, brushed myself off, and squinted, as it was quite bright...
After adjusting to the light, I looked to see who had released me... it was a ghost!
- "Thank you for saving me," I said with false respect:) and handed over 5 coins to the undead.

No, the path to it is cut off by liches. The skeletons have breached the wall. And what if the Sage is dead? This thought pierced my soul like lightning. I shouted the command: everyone, to the inner stronghold! Holding the wall was impossible. I hoisted a wounded knight onto my back, the one who saved me. It will be difficult to reach the stronghold with such a burden. But how else? After all, he saved me! And I desperately began to move forward...

"Sorry I can't give you more, but this is all I have left," I said. "But I'll be able to pay you back as soon as we reach the nearest village – the peasants are not very bright, and it won't be difficult to convince them to give up their savings)." I really didn't want to fight right now...

"Grandpa, listen, I've carried you so much, I've saved you from death so many times, and you want to get away with just a thank you?... No, I expect a reward!..."
I say to Saruman, looking at him angrily...

"Grandpa, listen, I've carried you so many times, I've saved you from death so many times, and you want to just say thank you?... No, I expect a reward!..."
I said to Saruman, looking at him angrily...

"Hmm... I don't have anything else, but I'm a good mage and I can help you in some way..." I replied to my "savior" "but not with money - I don't have any myself...:(, but I think we can come to an agreement! ;)"

I woke up and opened my eyes – I was surrounded by undead. The last of the humans had just disappeared behind the gates of the inner stronghold. Fortunately, the undead hadn’t noticed that I was alive and were standing with their backs to me. I carefully rolled towards the wall of a half-destroyed house and decided to hide inside. After entering, I stepped on a burnt floorboard and with a crash, fell down. There was some kind of passage underground beneath the floor. “The undead are probably already coming into the house,” I thought, and walked down the corridor into the darkness...

"Alright, let's go," I sighed, interrupting my companions' haggling (but I took the coins; they've become greedy!).
"I'd rather be in the city, in civilization; I'd give all the coins for a good tavern and a young recruit to drink with and liven things up," I laughed, but judging by the grim faces, not everyone understood my dark humor....

"Yeah, that would be nice..." I said - "I can also drain things, just a little differently, because I'm alive :)". Hmm, a ghost-mage, a barbarian, and an elf... what a campaign!:confused: But it's still better for me to go with them; it will be safer, I thought.

Meanwhile, I managed to reach the Stronghold. The situation was extremely serious. We had about twenty Swordsmen, 7 Archers, myself, Arthes, the commander, and a Monk left. The undead were already battering down the Stronghold's gates. Half of the warriors were holding the gates, while the rest began to pray.

Deciding to ease the atmosphere a bit, I decided to ask a classic question – “Well, since we’ve met, let’s introduce ourselves – my name is Saruman, and what’s your name?”