Posts from RPG on the Portal.

"I, in turn, greet you, mage..." - I reply to Saruman...
"I spent the night well enough, but I don't think it's necessary to go into details..."

But they are advancing! We came not only for the wolves but also for some good advice. What should we do? I have an idea! Let's turn the undead against the demons! Let them fight each other! Then we'll finish off the winner! But this is extremely difficult. We'll have to send people into both armies.

Paladin: Let them quarrel on their own territory, but not on ours!

"I, in turn, greet you, mage..."
"I spent the night well, but I don't think it's necessary to go into details..."

- "Yes, I already feel what you were up to," I replied with a sadistic grin. The Barbarian clearly smelled of death...
...as did I!:)
Deciding to change the subject, Saruman asked: "Well, morning has arrived, what will we do now?"...

Paladin: let them fight on their own territory, but not ours!

But they are all here!

And they call themselves paladins. So, what are we going to do?

My turn to roll!:) Let's teleport!
We appear at the gates of Irrilot.

Probably in case of a siege. The enemy is approaching. And who is it? Undead or demons?

Demons, of course! Necropolis is waging war with the Academy.

But why did they attack our Stronghold?

Let's enter the city! Let's buy something!
We enter the city. There are many people there and we see...

Added after 12 minutes
As a merchant selling healing elixirs passes by us. 10 s = +50xp

Me too. And then I saw an old acquaintance...

And we went to the nearest tavern.
- There I ate for 10 ser.(health restoration)

Paladin: That's no longer your concern. Go with God. When we need you, we'll call. Have a good journey!

It seems no one is listening to us here, I said to Artes as we left the fortress.

I'll have to wander through the tunnels. Let's head towards our capital - Irrilot.

Wow! The city has been fortified! Let's go in and see what's new.

Probably in case of a siege. The enemy is approaching. And who is that? Undead or demons?

Of course, demons! Necropolis is at war with the Academy. I hope the strengthening of the walls is just a precaution.

But why did they attack our stronghold?

The stronghold is on the border.

I bought myself one.

We needed a place to stay. I told Artes about it.

"I don't know about you, but I'm going to continue on to Wolfjord..." I reply to Saruman.

"I don't know about you, but I'm going to continue on to Wolfgard..." - I replied to Saruman...

- "For now, I don't have anything else to do (I lied to the Barbarian), so I'll join your merry band!" the mage smiled. - "As for my debt - we'll settle it with our own people!" - Saruman winked ;) ...

"Hmm... I don't have anything else to do..." I thought - "Something tells me he's lying..."
"Heh... we'll settle the score, we'll settle the score... there's nowhere to go... Anyway, it's time to get ready for the journey..." I replied to Saruman and got ready to go and hurry Knight and Ada along...

"Hmm... I have nothing else to do..." - I thought - "Something tells me he's lying..."
"Heh... we'll settle the score, we'll settle the score... there's nowhere to run... It's time to get ready for the journey..." - I replied to Saruman and prepared to go and hurry Knight and Ada...

- "Alright, Barbarian, once you've gathered the rest, let me know, and I'll take a puff on my pipe in the corner," I replied to Smok, filling my pipe with fresh tobacco that the innkeeper kindly "gave" me... :)

"I'll call... I'll call..." I replied to Saruman and went to gather Ada and Knight for the journey...

After talking to the barbarian, I sat in a quiet corner of the tavern, peacefully smoking my pipe. This went on for about 10 minutes...
Suddenly, a group (6-8 people) of disheveled peasants stumbled into the tavern, clearly hungover from the night before (they must have gotten drunk yesterday! :D). At first, I didn't pay much attention to them, just glanced over and that was it (people come here to nurse their hangovers – there are plenty of them). But then, when the guys ordered a whole barrel of beer, I sensed a conflict brewing, as they started haggling with the tavern keeper...
...and then, suddenly, one of the onlookers standing near me threw an empty wooden mug at one of the peasants, hitting him right in the head.
He turned around, glared angrily, and started walking towards me!
“Hey, old man, did you throw that mug at me?” the peasant roared.
“No, it wasn’t me,” I replied calmly.
“You’re lying, you bastard!” the peasant exploded... and threw the same wooden mug at me!
The mug hit me on the shoulder, which immediately enraged me! I stood up, cast a Shock spell, and a small energy bolt shot out of my hand, stinging the peasant. But his drinking buddies rushed to his aid, and a fight broke out...

Because you’re a glutton. Okay, I’ll also do it for 10 gold.

Having almost emptied my water flask, I felt better. My vision cleared, and I saw two elves standing next to me. And a black dragon lying nearby.
- Greetings, esteemed ones, - I said, - I heard that you want to head down the corridor from which I came. It leads to the city, which is now probably occupied by the undead. I heard that you called me a "wanderer"; in some places, I am indeed known by that name. But my real name is Sage, and what are your names...?

(Note: After encountering a creature that drains the fighting ability from its opponents, I became a weak warrior - this was before I arrived at the Irrilot tavern. But my ability is gradually returning.)

Waking up in the morning, I decided to go to the city. Feeling refreshed, I was in a good mood.