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Hostor was pleased to see the nix appear from the darkness, just in time. Redram, who had gone into the forest with a slightly different purpose, didn't miss the opportunity to cause a little mischief. At the academy, there was an entire course of lectures on the topic of "Where and why you shouldn't use fire spells." And the swamp was one of the first "forbidden" places. Therefore, a single branding mark had a rather devastating effect. The hunters didn't care; they were all lying around at a distance from the hydra, so the mage didn't hesitate to approach the monster's corpse and collect trophies. There was no point in cutting off the heads... And then Hostor had an even better idea – he cut out all the hydra's eyes. *Even if these fools survived, eyeless heads are proof of their second-class status.* And then things went wrong. Some idiot was not only alive but also grabbed his bardiche and threw it. Accurately. The wound was quite noticeable; it felt as if his chest had been placed on an anvil and struck with a hammer. Not wanting to stay in this dangerous place, Redram grabbed the bardiche and, leaning on it, hurried to leave the swamp and the forest. The mage coughed and spat out blood. "I'm damn glad to see you, Siegfried," Hostor said, surprised by his hoarse voice. "Thanks for the help. As you can see, things didn't go exactly as planned, but I got my trophy. Two trophies," Redram handed the bardiche to the nix. "The one who threw this thing at me is now unarmed. And it's more useful to you now than to me," the mage grimaced for a moment, his insides burning unpleasantly. "We need to get back to the city quickly. A healing potion will help me. And another ugly creature saw me; it's not daytime now. I need to shave my beard and mustache and get a haircut." *The Abyss! I'm talking too much!* "Let's go," Hostor pulled the hood of his cloak over his head.

No-no, I found a battle axe! Check out my earlier posts.

Nokou woke up. The first thing he did was curse loudly in his native language, and he did it repeatedly. Then he suddenly realized that while he was unconscious, he had managed to finish watching the previous dream. It turns out that these river hydras had turned into zombies that were sucking the brains out of people, but Nokou's scales prevented them from doing the same to him, so Nokou ate them all and released the human brains. "Are you all alive?" he asked. It looked like they were, but not everyone was okay. The water around the lizard's neck helped him reduce the damage, but not everyone had fire protection... Although some of them managed to wake up earlier, and he overheard a conversation.

"Thank you, but my magic, uhm, isn't that destructive. And it would be good to cut off the hydra's heads as proof of our work. If we're lucky, we'll do everything according to the law. If not, we'll clench our fists," Reynold said with a sinister grin, while helping Mayu search for survivors.

"Yes, we need to do that... Heymir, are you okay?"

- That's just a scruffy, pathetic excuse for a mage. I tried to stop him, but... well, you can see the result, - the battle mage said, wincing slightly.

- Never mind that for now, we'll deal with it later. Just hold on a bit. - Heimyr examined the fracture - it was closed; then he found a longer and straighter branch (thankfully, there were plenty scattered around after the explosion) and returned to Reynold. - Here, hold this behind your back with your elbows if you don't want complications. You can't strain your shoulders; we need to get back to the city and find a healer as soon as possible. I hope we don't encounter any more problems on the way back.
Heimyr approached the charred corpse of the hydra, hoping to find something that could serve as proof of its death.
Revan, can fractures be treated with potions?

Alko coughed heavily and tried to stand up. What seemed like a routine task now felt like a real feat, but, as befitting a true hero, he accomplished it. Looking at his comrades, some still lying down and others already standing, he struggled to speak:
-That scum is probably running to the place where he needs to deliver the order, and after that, he will most likely try to leave the city as quickly as possible. I suggest we cut off their heads, and if their necks turn out to be too strong, then just one head, and then go to the same place. We probably won't get a reward, but if we show a little intelligence, we can find out who this bastard is.

Revan, can fractures be healed with potions?

It depends on the potions. Their capabilities are described in their descriptions.

Siegfried admired the fine weapon and made a few practice swings. - We don't use polearms much, but I know how to handle them. I think I remember who it might belong to. We need to get back to the tavern as soon as possible. *** *** *** LONG OR SHORT. Well, so that I don't have to write it later, especially since I doubt Revan will describe the return to the city, as he hasn't mentioned anything like that before, and the location is close. The companions quickly made their way out of the forest; thankfully, Siegfried remembered the path well, and his night vision allowed them to move quickly through the undergrowth, even with the wounded man whose shoulder was wrapped in a cloak to hide the wound and rags. Meeting the innkeeper downstairs, Siegfried wished him a good night and strongly asked the staff not to disturb them for the next few days.

--Yes, that's what we need to do... Heimyr, are you alright?

- I'm doing better than everyone else here... Glad you're safe. - Heimyr stopped poking at the shapeless remains of the hydra. - If the hydra's heads haven't melted, we'll take them with us, but that mage who orchestrated all this probably took more substantial evidence for himself, so we should hurry to claim the reward. And if the mage shows up there, Reynold will be able to identify him.

-That scum is running there right now to deliver the order, and after that, he will most likely try to leave the city as soon as possible. I suggest we chop off their heads, and if the necks turn out to be too strong, then just one head, and then go to the same place. We probably won't get the reward, but if we show a little intelligence, we can find out who this bastard is.

- I completely agree. The hydra still has its heads, you can chop off a couple. I suggest that the three of us, along with Nokou, immediately go for the reward... The others can recover and go for the healer. I just don't remember Kerlian mentioning who we should go to for the reward... - Heimyr looked around at those present with a questioning look.

- Yes, I'll be the healthiest one here... Glad you're okay. - Heimyr stopped poking at the shapeless remains of the hydra. - If this hydra's heads haven't melted, we'll take them with us, but that mage who arranged all this probably took more substantial evidence for himself, so we should hurry to claim the reward. And if the mage appears there, Reynold will be able to identify him.

--He would have been half as strong without his water amulet. There's no point in rushing; he'll be there before us anyway. I think our burns will be significant evidence that we had a tough time, not just with the hydra. And now we need to take care of the wounded.
With these words, Nokou picked up the extinguished lanterns from the ground and soaked a rag in kerosene.
--Heimyr, let's go. We can't allow infection to enter their bodies through the burns.

Anter was the first to regain consciousness. He looked around for the attacker, but he only saw his companions. Some were already awake, while others were still unconscious. He approached Kerlian and helped him to his feet. Then, he took two healing potions from his backpack. He gave one to Kerlian and drank the other himself.

--Heymir, let's go. We can't let the infection get into their bodies through burns.

The dwarf kicked the hydra's carcass in annoyance.
- Okay, let's go...
*We cover everyone in kerosene*

- I'll definitely recognize that scoundrel; he stole my weapon! - Trust exclaimed angrily.

"Okay, who else are we missing?" May began counting on his fingers. "Only Matthias is unaccounted for; I hope he recovers soon. If you want to know what I think happened: the attacker really messed up, and that's because it's night. I don't know how quickly he'll make it to the city with his injury, but the point is that he won't be able to show his face to the 'White Ravens' before dawn! And besides, he's unlikely to go to their headquarters while bleeding. So, I think this is our chance. Let's cut off the hydra's heads and quickly regroup. I can just imagine the look on that scumbag's face when he sees us on the Ravens' doorstep. What do you think?" "By the way, if anyone wants one, I can share a health potion," May added. "Unfortunately, it doesn't heal fractures, but it will help you recover after the battle." "You held up well, big guy. Will you help me with something?" May grinned and patted Heimarr on the shoulder, then went to gather and chop off the remaining heads of the hydra.

Get me out of the game somehow. Because I won't be playing.

What's up?

Alko glanced at the wounded Trast and sympathetically offered him one of his healing potions: "It's good that you recognize him. But first, we need to find him. If he's local, it means he's been hunting for bounties before, and we'll learn his name, and maybe even where he lives. If he's not local, we'll search all the taverns and inns, and that's where your memory might be useful." Having said this, the mercenary from the Free Cities began to help May in decapitating the corpse.