- Don't worry, I know the way. And as for the animals, don't fret. We have a strict ban on hunting for sport, as humans do. Animals can only be killed for food, but not for fun. My people received this commandment from Silanna herself, and she received it from someone else... I don't remember who... Now, let's look for a deer somewhere, but don't touch the elk; these animals are sacred to us, and to hunt them, you must be a druid and a follower of Silanna. - Verdan walked a little deeper, moving slightly away from Givi, and suddenly felt as if someone was sneaking up on him... He heard a strange voice behind him, speaking in the common language with a dwarven accent - "If you want something done right, do it yourself..." The elf put his hand on the hilt of his throwing dagger... A second later, a black shadow with a long, but very narrow sword, designed for a "stab and run" tactic, jumped out of the bushes. Verdan jumped aside, but the black blade still grazed his right shoulder. Givi ran over to the noise and...
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Machete.
- Recently, demons attacked a nearby village. I witnessed the battle. If it weren't for the paladin and a few other warriors who arrived in time, many innocents would have perished.
Well, that happens. (thoughtfully) You said there was a paladin... who was he?
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- Diggly-f-aboo! - said the many-eyed purple-black spot to him, having just driven away the shadow.
- Heh... - replied Verdan and lost consciousness.
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Machete.
- I don't know. Try asking the wounded. - replied the priest.- And now, if you don't mind, I need to go to the temple to perform the last rites for the deceased.
- I don't feel so good...- mumbled Verdan. The blade's strike didn't inflict a wound (-30 HP), plus the blade was coated with something. Apparently, a hallucinogen.
- Diggly-vo-abo! - said the many-eyed purple-black spot to him, having just driven away the shadow.
- Heh... - Verdan replied and lost consciousness.
- Hu-inbl-haliprie! Oshokhor-toch-ya-echalpom-ogudor-nymikras-tamelen. Un-f-tpu. - came from somewhere...
- What a clumsy child! - grumbled the old man. - Always getting into trouble. Who attacked him? Maybe some beast, a Serpent?
- He needs to be taken to the capital; they will help him there. Tell your people.
The old man was silent for a moment, looked at his grandson, and then said:
- He needs to be taken to the capital; they can help him there. Tell your people.
Sage, Artes, here's the thing, Verdan was poisoned with a venomous blade. We need to take him to the capital. So, what do you say? Let's go!Givi paused: By the way, where is the capital?[/COLOR]
Machete.
- I don't know. Try asking the wounded.- replied the priest.- And now, if you don't mind, I need to go to the Temple to perform the last rites for the deceased.
I decided to follow his advice and go to the wounded. Some were in very bad condition. I approached a man who could at least sit and asked him how it all happened and who was involved...
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You forgot about me(((
- Y-yes, I'm l-looking... and... here... it's... it's... AAAAA!!! DON'T COME NEAR ME!! I DON'T NEED IT!!! - the peasant sobbed and fell onto the bed, curling up. He lost his mind...