Posts from RPG 2 – The demons are coming!!!

- And hey, are you by any chance a werewolf? [The man was surprised, but not at all scared. It was clear that he was an experienced warrior who had seen a lot.]
- Listen, you forest chips, our newbie... eh, Smog, it seems, is not as simple as he looks. I advise you to cover your skinny bodies, otherwise he might bite you... ha-ha-ha [the imperialist burst into self-absorbed laughter].
- Don't be offended by our not-so-bright friend... Smog. My name is La-Elshti, and I am from the Morning Dew clan, just like my friend. And there's not much to tell. Dark Elves adore the art of war. To graduate from the Assassin's School of Killing or the Fury's School of Blood, a Dark Elf must pass a test in the arena. And worthy specimens for this are taken from other races... In general, it's one or two of us, for example... those who are sitting here.
First, the candidates for this "honor" undergo trials in battles with various animals, and then they fight each other... Those who pass... Heh... natural selection get a chance to "take" an exam from a Dark Elf Graduate, so that he can demonstrate to the teachers how he has learned to kill...
Hehe... they are such cunning creatures... [La-Elshti said sadly].
- But it's not that simple... [the dry voice of the vampire unpleasantly rustled in the air...] The masters of the schools evaluate us while we fight these beasts and each other. [The vampire spat], and then, if the "examiner" is too strong for the graduate, he takes the exam from a group of assassins or furies, depending on luck. And they demonstrate how they can work as a team... exhaust and kill a stronger opponent.
- And they know how to evaluate - the second elf interjected - Very few graduates fail the exam.
- But there is a plus: if you do fail against a crowd of these professional killers, - the man said with a smirk - then you are released... sort of.
- In general, they are bastards, they are having *** fun ***, and I would like to get to their pale faces and roast them properly. Ha-ha-ha [after a long, rolling laugh, the demon added].
Well, but you won't be allowed to fight us anytime soon. First, you will be tormented by various creatures [slightly maliciously, or just differently, demons don't talk...].

“R-r-rah!!!” roared the minotaur, straining, and ripped the bars apart. “Now they will pay!”
He leaped towards the succubus and the witch, striking both on the head with the bars (2 corpses), after which, with a decidedly unfriendly expression, he turned to you, Knight…
Sar, what’s the point? An imp rushed past you, carrying a vial in which a spell was sloshing, sounding very briefly like this:
“A Sphere of Pure Flame, Exploding with Magical Flame a Moment After Appearing…” It seems the imp was about to break it…

- "Hey, Knight, are you still alive...?" - Saruman quietly called out to the assassin from his hiding place...

After a moment of silence, he said:
"Nothing... I'll get to you, and to these creatures too..." - I said angrily.
"And you, Arthur, be quieter and think before you speak..." - I added a little later, still with the same anger.
"The art of war... Well, nothing... I'll show them the art..." - I murmured almost in a whisper... then I heard a noise... Someone was coming here.

- Twenty more steps... one, two, three... ...eighteen, nineteen, twenty! - But all around was only desert, and his camel, also acquired in the city of mages, Halirabe. - well, where is this pile of rocks?! - Verdan suddenly sank into the sand and found himself in some kind of well, which at first glance seemed bottomless. He fell and fell, until...

A Fury entered the corridor. Two Minotaurs barged in behind her. The Fury looked at you, Smog, with a curious gaze. Her red eyes radiated curiosity... the curiosity of a predator wanting to have some fun with its prey.
- Take this one and put him in the ring! Let's see what he's capable of...
The Minotaurs roughly but carefully dragged you out of the cell and pulled you towards the ring...
You were shoved into a narrow corridor, about 2 meters wide. The gate behind you slammed shut. The Fury pressed her face against the door and said.
- Good luck hunting... prey. Release the beasts! - Licking her white teeth, she turned on her heel and, clearly pleased with herself, walked away...

I looked back at the Fury... Yes... what a great figure... Damn... I have to fight now... but I'm thinking about the figure... Hmm... They're releasing creatures... I love creatures!... Okay... a little more enraged (I didn't know what I was about to face yet), I prepared for the battle...

The cheerful innkeeper, noticing the two silver coins gleaming in Almarren's hands, nodded happily.
- I always have a room for such esteemed guests. Anything you desire. And wouldn't you like to have a bite to eat after your journey? Perhaps you'd like to hear the latest news? Or maybe you could tell me how the siege of Krag-Tah ended? I can see you've experienced a lot.
- I'd be happy to tell you. The city was taken. But it would have been better if they hadn't. Now one of the demon lords has been released. And hordes of demons are now spreading throughout the area. They will soon arrive here too. So you better prepare yourselves.
The innkeeper's face suddenly turned pale, and his smile disappeared. Almarren, pleased with the effect he had produced, placed the coins on the table and took the key from the innkeeper's trembling hands.