Posts from Divine Journey

- So, what do we have here? You're free now, I see

lol. Now, please, definitely remove the chains.

-As you can see, Alco gripped the sledgehammer more firmly and tensed up, preparing to attack at the slightest movement from the bald mage.

Kerlian looked around, searching for any weapon or anything that could help him defend himself.

Florian Assange’s right hand flared up again with blue flames, and his face showed even more seriousness than before – he is very dangerous! – the hunter exclaimed, but he failed to repeat his trick – at the whim of the mage, the ground beneath Florian’s feet opened up, and he fell into the dark abyss.

-Not everything is done yet, as you can see - Alco slowly and cautiously walked around the room and approached Hostor - but it can be fixed.
After that, quickly and briefly, so as not to waste time, he punched the mage in the stomach.
Seeing what happened to Florian, the mercenary shouted loudly: "ATTACK!" and quickly, but at the same time cautiously, preparing to dodge the spell, he moved closer to the pale warlock.

Anpeytu considered whether she could buff her own fists with the Flame skill.

Hostor awakens.

...or rather, Alco tried to lunge at the Warlock, but the numerous wounds finally took their toll, and he fell to his knees:
-Damn it - he hissed - Reynold, Heimyr, someone, take my weapon!

Hostor awakens.

and realizes that he is in deep trouble, as his hands are chained.
damn, I feel bad for the teacher. Who will teach me now?

--Yes, Heimyr, my friend, I just checked on the mage. How are you feeling?

- I'm feeling better now... - then Heimyr saw the mage and heard Alco's cry. Without hesitation, he rushed at the enemy from the other side.

-Curse! - he hissed - Reynold, Heimyr, someone, take my weapon!

:D
*Heimyr stopped, confused.*
I don't have enough OD).

Hostor awakens.

THANK YOU!

A sharp pain in his stomach threw Redram out of the dark abyss and back into reality. Hostor let out a muffled groan and struggled to open his heavy eyelids. A hazy veil stood before his eyes, merging images from such a...strange dream with reality. The mage tried to clear his mind of oppressive thoughts, but it was barely possible. Only after a moment did he realize that he was chained to cold stones. His hands, weakened, ached noticeably, and the shackles on his wrists itched.
Where am I?
Redram wanted to voice the thought, but he didn't hear his own voice. Only the haze before his eyes became clearer, allowing him to at least assess what was happening.

Hommy, take the sickle from the table, the one that belongs to Plesen, and I'll take Amkin's knife.
Kerlian approached the table and tried to discreetly take the knife (if the table is behind them, and not in the center).

Guys, your stuff is on the table!