Posts from Divine Journey

"Damn it, not again! And now there's nowhere to hide!" - channeling all his energy into his stone-like skin, Reynold thought frantically. Holding the bar in both hands, he nevertheless hid in the chamber, preparing something like the ambush he had planned before. At the same time, he was ready to support his cellmate, who suggested extinguishing the torches.

lol.
You should have leveled up the Air Mage!

Top-top-top-top – the sounds of footsteps were becoming increasingly distinct!

Here he is, grinding!

Alko retreated to a corner of his cell and tried to pretend he was dead.

Who knows! Maybe the prison is located in a swamp!

Torches don't cause explosions, so everything will be alright.

Nell hung on the bars of her cell and began to softly sing a vulgar song from the repertoire of Selenite soldiers.

Alright, decide what you’re going to do while they’re approaching.

- "Who is singing that awful song? And they can't even sing it in tune!"

Hearing the sounds of the song, Alco regretted that he was only pretending to be dead, rather than being truly dead.

- Any suggestions on what to do? I'm sure no one will support me with magic. - Redram nervously paced the cell, preparing for a possible attack.

- "You can count on me if it comes to close combat," Morgan replied, without getting up from the floor.

- I can beat them with my iron. As for magic... mine is of a different kind, let's just say.

GM: If a battle starts, I buff myself first, and then I engage.

- Hey, who's here? I suggest we all quickly pretend that nothing happened, and then when the jailer comes in, we suddenly attack him from behind with whatever we have. Who knows, maybe he'll have the keys.