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-I've lived on the swamp my whole life, so I can swim and hold my breath very well, as well as navigate in murky water. I don't think there will be much risk here.
- You can try, but it's better to find a partner for such a task. I'm not going to do it, as I don't want to swallow poisoned water. Maybe you can suggest it to her? - the elf pointed to a solitary female serpent person sitting in the corner.
Well done, Archi, very clever. I hope he won't refuse. --I agree. This person is certainly not from my tribe, but I think that snake people in all tribes should have similar abilities. Nokou approached the snake person's table. --Aren't you afraid to get your hands a little dirty, and possibly your respiratory system too?
"If the victim died recently, the spellcaster can resurrect them, using all of their magical energy for this." A few hours is normal for "recently," right?"
No, that's not "recently." Everything that could have stopped has stopped, everything that could have decayed has decayed, the brain is dead, and so on. You can try to resurrect them, but it won't be a person anymore. That's how it is; the wonders of magic are not as powerful as they might seem. "Recently" is a maximum of thirty minutes. And, by the way, it doesn't work if the person, say, was blown to pieces or burned.
As for all the mana – is it all the remaining mana, however much there is, or all 100% of my mana in general?
It depends on the current amount, although this will affect the health of the resurrected person.
One look inside the tent was enough to confirm what was happening. Bai Feng smiled wryly and followed the retreating figure of the assassin, keeping his weapon ready.
Thus, Bai Feng reached the forest and watched as a man took a basket with a bird – a pigeon – from an inconspicuous tree. Then he climbed a small hill, released the pigeon, tied a small note to its leg, and then tossed it slightly upwards; it soared into the air and headed towards its destination. After finishing this, the man headed north, through the forest.
Having finished her meal, Lei Lan decided to leave the tavern and go somewhere, for example, to see the ruins. She chose the Temple. But, unfortunately, the girl didn't make it there. On the way, she met a strange woman in tears, who kept repeating something about her daughter. Lei Lan's pure heart wouldn't let her pass by, and she decided to approach the grieving woman to find out what was bothering her.
In general, Arandor and Thor are right; that is, players cannot control the behavior of NPCs or determine their location (this would bring chaos to the game), except for those that are easily predictable. That is, for example, some "stinky guys with axes" are quite common in the local tavern, and it is quite possible to use them in a conversation with someone or in a description of one's own actions. But even in this case, there will be no feedback from the GM.
Ты страшился тысячи вещей... Но все это были лишь маски, лишь видимости. На самом деле страшило тебя только одно решиться сделать шаг в неизвестное, маленький шаг через все существующие предосторожности. И кто хоть один раз оказывал великое доверие, полагался на судьбу, тот обретал свободу.
Мы не свободные, вольно танцующие автобусы. Мы – привязанные троллейбусы и трамваи
You can try, of course. But either the dove will fly far enough away before you wait for the person who released it to leave, or, if you act immediately, they will notice you.
- My dear Nel, my name is Fang Pei, - the young man said politely. - If you mean the stories about the treasure, then yes, I came here because of them. Fang paused for a moment, then continued: - I would like to find companions. You, it seems, have come here with the same goal. Could you tell me what kind of warrior you are and how you can be useful on the journey?
- Yes, of course. I am a field medic and also a specialist in antidotes, - the assassin replied with a smile. - And I am skilled in using a rapier. Nel took another sip of her beer. - I doubt we will get in each other's way, but we can definitely help each other. Another burst of laughter from the drunken barbarians came from somewhere behind them. Nel sharply grabbed a salt shaker from the table and threw it over her shoulder. The shaker hit one of the warriors in the back of the head, but he didn't seem to notice. Another wave of wild laughter swept through the tavern. - Gods, what a bunch of idiots, - Nel threw up her hands. - What do you think, Fang Pei, shouldn't we report this to General Catherine? As if remembering something, the girl turned to her previous interlocutor. - Man, what do you think about it?
Tomorrow holds no promises Except the ones we've made
The dwarf left his room in the tavern. "Wow, there are a lot of people here!" he thought. Since his arrival, the number of visitors had indeed increased several times. There were representatives of different races, which made Heimír's eyes widen. He decided to satisfy his curiosity and chose the most diverse group for this – two serpent people, who were sitting in the corner of the tavern (Ment and Drakkosha). Since they were engaged in a conversation, the dwarf didn't interrupt and stopped nearby, curiously examining the representatives of races that he was seeing in person for the first time. "I'll choose the right moment and definitely introduce myself!" he thought. Did I get anything wrong? :)
- Yes, of course. I'm a field medic, as well as a specialist in antidotes," the assassin replied with a smile. "And I also know how to use a rapier. Nell took another sip of her beer. - I doubt we'll get in each other's way, but we can definitely help each other. Another burst of laughter from the drunken barbarians came from somewhere behind them. Nell quickly grabbed the salt shaker from the table and threw it over her shoulder. The shaker hit one of the warriors in the back of the head, but he didn't seem to notice. A wave of wild laughter swept through the tavern again. - Gods, what a bunch of idiots? - Nell spread her hands. - What do you think, Fang Pei, shouldn't we report this to General Katherine? As if remembering something, the girl turned to the previous speaker. - Man, what do you think about it?
- If the monk doesn't mind, let's go to the general," Matthias shrugged.
Отдай свои прошлые сны, В сомненьях себя обрети, В бешеном танце душа кружится! Не думай, что будет потом, Здесь и сейчас мы живем, Стань хоть на миг сам собой, слышишь!
Baaalin, I'm a bit worried. But... Revan, how do you use spirit points?
Ты страшился тысячи вещей... Но все это были лишь маски, лишь видимости. На самом деле страшило тебя только одно решиться сделать шаг в неизвестное, маленький шаг через все существующие предосторожности. И кто хоть один раз оказывал великое доверие, полагался на судьбу, тот обретал свободу.
Мы не свободные, вольно танцующие автобусы. Мы – привязанные троллейбусы и трамваи
Those mushrooms must be potent; while I was sleeping and couldn't write anything, Hossi and Crab managed to flood this place with a ton of stuff, as if a lot of time had passed: Hossi had time to go get a girl, and then these two almost divided Vincent's corpse, so now I need an in-game excuse for why I didn't resurrect the deceased in time. I'm not a hardcore gamer to play at night; you guys were writing here until five in the morning, how do you even sleep? Let that be the excuse. Faëlvir could try to resurrect Vincent, but it wouldn't help much – the poison is still in the corpse's veins, and even if Vincent returns to life, it will only be to suffer and leave it. After all, Faëlvir doesn't have the mana for an antidote, and there isn't a suitable antidote among the medicines in his bag. Therefore, Faëlvir simply recited a prayer.
The man, lying in the dust, extended a handful of blood-stained coins to Siegfried with trembling hands, but Siegfried kicked him in the face and continued to beat him. - Your money is of no use to me, plebeian, - Siegfried hissed. - I have more than you can imagine. The man lost consciousness. Satisfied, Siegfried looked around - no one had seen him. He took off his mask and checked to make sure there were no bloodstains on his clothes, then, whistling calmly, he headed towards the tavern in the twilight: he always felt a sharp hunger after his evening exercise. The desire to play spy had vanished, and he, unbuttoning his cloak and discarding his disguise, entered the Haven with a smile on his noble face, letting in the cool evening air. The atmosphere in this tavern was no different from hundreds of others: poor half-men, ruffian half-men, non-human half-men. Some thugs at a table in the back, bullies at a table in the front, a mixed-race group secretly discussing something near the bar. The only free table was next to them, and Siegfried headed towards it, calling out to the bartender along the way. - A roast, a hodgepodge, and something to drink, and make sure it's not swill! And be quick about it! Sitting down and giving the bustling bartender a stern look, Siegfried stared at the mixed-race group secretly discussing something at the next table, amusing himself by imagining how he would kill each of them.
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