Sure...
Okay, maybe you can give me some fresh bread from the mill?
I continue on my way. (The "Travelers' Club" music plays)
New here? I'm Roha — want a quick tour?
Sure...
Okay, maybe you can give me some fresh bread from the mill?
I continue on my way. (The "Travelers' Club" music plays)
You were already in Paradise, but suddenly a druid told you: wait, you are still needed in this world, it is not yet time for you to disappear. I will grant you life. You woke up. There is no one around. What do you do?
Respected Jomalunga awaits you in the imperial palace, said the messenger, and vanished. What will you do?


I woke up far in the mountains... I don't know how I got there... I'm weak, alone, and I don't know where I am... My weapon is with me, but I can't use it... I barely remember the past... but my future is also unclear!
I wandered somewhere, not knowing where, staying put was pointless. After walking a little, my head started to ache terribly, and I fell asleep...
I don't know how long I slept, but it must have been a long time... Vultures were landing on my body, I found the strength and waved my hand to drive them away, then I got up and started walking again, but my steps were weak, my vision was blurred... The vultures were chasing me, waiting for my death, I don't know why I was still alive, but something was keeping me here...
But the power of these forces was small compared to my condition, I couldn't take it anymore and decided to give in to death... but I wasn't ready to give up yet, I walked, walked, walked until I finally ran out of strength, I fell, and started crawling, but there were only mountains and wasteland around, my enemy is myself, who is overcoming me, and I reluctantly admit my defeat... I'm falling, slowly, the vultures are gathering around my body, preparing for a feast... I'm losing consciousness...
Somewhere in the distance, there are cries, laughter, voices... it's getting closer and closer to the dying body, and here, in front of two old men, lies the body of a dying warrior, besieged by a horde of enemies.
The old man drives away the birds with his stick, for the umpteenth time, dissatisfied.
and carries the warrior to the dwarf mines, to his haven, to his home...
I went there.
Jomalunga, you're finally back. Where have you been? You went to the inn and disappeared. Where were you?
I came from the dwarves!!! :smile12:
I'm making a mental note to cause a scandal with the city's forestry service, rearing my horse and waving my staff.
First, I eat Melnikov's bread (+10 HP) and go to the mages' guild.
From the Dwarves. Then who came before them?:confused: