Posts from RPG on the Portal.

- Verdan! Lord Verdan!
- A... what? No, I don't want any more...
- I have important news for you!
- Let me see... the Imperials... the dwarves... destroy... DESTROY?! - The dagger thrower sobered up in an instant after reading the message. He rushed to the tent of She Who Must Be Obeyed to warn her about the betrayal. Not noticing a branch sticking out to the side, he ran into it. The branch acted like a catapult and threw the elf towards one of the tents. Voices could be heard from the tent:
- So, it's decided. We will arrest both the paladins and these vile dwarves who sheltered the traitors this very morning. - It's even amusing how successfully Almaran tried to sow discord among the troops. If Verdan knew this, he must have been surprised, but it only made him hurry. He ran to the sorceress's tent...

They are still very young; they need to grow stronger to become powerful warriors. I left them in the camp... Besides, they have nothing to do with me nearby at such an unfavorable time... I need to go to the forest; you shouldn't follow me... I sense a dark force here... most likely, it's a Necromancer.

Ink, Machete, you stood over the defeated emperor, but felt a strong blow to the back of your head and lost consciousness. You woke up in a prison cell...

Hmm...Dyaaa...Here it is, that familiar turn of events...Processing everything that happened today...
"If you don't want to, I won't follow you," I replied to Lin...Hmm...Only a few days left until the battle with the demons...Soon it will be midnight...

*I bid farewell to the werewolf and head towards the forest... I wander through the forest, lost in thought.* What happened to me? Why can't I remember anything? Oh... *Suddenly, I hear a heart-wrenching cry, and forgetting everything, I run towards the sound.*

Hmm... either Lin attacked someone... oh, I'm starting to talk about myself as if I were someone else... Anyway, she attacked, or something happened...
I ran towards the scream, silently but quickly.

*I run out into the clearing, and in the light of the full moon, I see a figure. The wound reminds me of itself, but I manage to notice that this someone is pulling a long, shimmering blue-flamed sword out of a person, or an elf, I don't know, I can't make it out. Damn, what the hell is going on... My wound is hurting badly, and I lose consciousness...*

Meanwhile, other rumors began to spread throughout the camp – about an army approaching from Mistrad to aid the demons. And no one really knew where it all started, whether it was true or a lie. There were rumors of hundreds of thousands of skeletons spotted nearby. They spoke of several dwarves who had been killed by skeletons within the city itself. The atmosphere began to escalate.

Here I stepped out of the tavern: the fresh air hit me! I felt much better... But I still didn't know what was going on... "I need to find Smok" - I thought, and decided to ask someone around about the young and strong Barbarian with a tattoo on his face.

Someone is shouting again. I ran towards the source of the noise. -What the heck is going on here? - I said, arriving at the scene.

Hmm... I stumbled upon Lin's body... Hmm... Strange... Then I saw some guy... Yes... A human... Not an undead... And it doesn't seem like he's a Necromancer... I also quietly carried Lin to a tree, and I rushed towards the mage... He turns around and slashes the air with a sword with a blue blade... I jump in time, and he misses... Now he's looking for me with his eyes... I stand in front of him and knock him out... Hmm... A strange guy... I think I'll take his blade... I took the blade and the rest of his weapons and magic scrolls... I hit him on the head again... Hmm... I heard Lin groan... Hmm... It seems she woke up...

Here I come running. -What happened here again?

Hearing the voice, I quickly turn around and see...Givi...
"Nothing special...Just someone decided to make me angry," I said coldly to Givi and walked over to Lin...

Almaren wandered through the camp, simply amazed. Everywhere people were strangling and stabbing each other. And they consider themselves champions of good? Hmm... Where is this world heading...
At that moment, a terrified dwarf ran up to him: "Lord Mage, something—something terrible is happening! Skeletons are marching toward the camp by the hundreds, and behind them come undead, bone dragons, and other same-kind creatures! Woe to us, woe!"
- Now, don't panic. Where are the skeletons?
- Over there, - the dwarf waved his hand vaguely. - Or maybe there? - he gestured in another direction. - They are everywhere.
Almaren smiled. Rumors continue to spread through the camp. And now, clashes with the paladins will begin. At this rate, by morning, this camp could be taken with bare hands. Although, it wouldn't hurt to add some panic.
(mentally summons Smoke).
- Smoke, if you can hear me and still want to help OT. Could you pretend to be a shaman for a bit? Let them hear you preach about the imminent retribution of the Barbarian.

Some old man said he knew where I could find Smok, but he demanded 1 silver coin from me... I had no choice! I gave the old man the silver, wished him well... and headed in the direction he showed me...

(-1 silver coin)