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

Knight, Sir, the elf in armor looked at your face (Knight) more closely...
- Young leader, is that you? Forgive me, we didn't recognize you right away. In your absence, I was appointed to impersonate you. It's been a long time since we've seen you. - the elf climbed down from the traon and gave way to Knight.

Heh... The clan leader is unhappy with you... yes, the clan leader, Rean the Shadowbringer. He has returned... And...
An elf approached you and whispered in your ear: "Leave here, welladre Knight, leave, they want to kill you! I will lead you... to the person who is waiting for you... he is dressed..."
And then another elf entered the hall - in a dark, deep blue-black cloak, quite tall and with burning eyes...
Actions???

Knight.
- It doesn't matter! The main thing is, leave and do it quickly!

Machete, it's truly strange: the necromancer hadn't even managed to free himself from the roots when the sorceress, still in a trance, gave him a solid whack on the nose (or whatever liches have).
Actions?

Tanya, waving her arms, trying to break free, felt an almost imperceptible shell or boundary. And at the same time, a growing desire to drift away with the dolphins to the coral caves, admiring the beauty of the seabed...
- Wake up! Wake up!

And this one, the one in the cloak, rushed towards the elf.
"Kamzo-o...arrrhh!!!" the elf screamed. You turned around...
And saw this elf in a cloak pulling a couple of scythes out of another elf's body...
"Stop, Knight!!!" a voice sounded from within your mind... a voice you had never heard before...

Wanderer
"Tex... While there's still some time, I'll contact Ravenna – after all, she was the one who built the portals... hmm... the ritual of transformation... hmm... WHAT??? Her??? They must have completely lost their minds..."

Ravenna (temporary name)
Damn! The ritual is almost complete!!!
"HOLD THE LINE!!!" And... a voice!!!
— Master?
— Yes, Ravenna! And I think I warned you what I would do if you tried to forcibly transform someone!!!
— But, Master, she did it herself...
— Yes, yes, keep lying! Stop the ritual! I'm just ordering you for now!
— No! I DID IT MYSELF!!!!!
— Oh, is that so??? Hold on...!!!" (I lost the ability to communicate telepathically forever – Wanderer)
And a blast of Black Wind, a high-level antimagic, struck Ravenna... Ravenna, half-dead, collapsed on the floor, convulsing, and with her, 3 of her guardian death messengers... but two necromancers remained... although the bindings were weakening...
Wanderer
"Damn! That's it... I'm burnt out... and how will I guide those fools now??? I don't even have any strength left..." – and I passed out.

Special for Homie
You woke up at night near the walls of the Demon city, feeling someone gently pecking at your hand. It was a Falcon. Not far away, lights flickered on the city walls ("Did we lose?" you thought). Almost on the horizon, many more lights were visible... it looked like a huge demon camp. A voice appeared in your head.
- Well, did you get some rest? Heh-heh. But there's no time to lie around... The demons are attacking, and we decided to stop them. Don't you want to join us? Clench the medallion in your hand and use your teleportation ability. The medallion will enhance it to a higher-level spell once. So you can easily teleport to any city in the Empire. If you join us, teleport to some city, take a look around, and buy whatever you want. In a day or two, someone will contact you. - the voice disappeared. A falcon sat nearby, looking at you hopefully.

The one you see: Two thin blades flash, and both necromancers are split into four pieces. In the raging wind, an elf appears with his left arm strangely dangling... Nearby, Machete lies unconscious. Suddenly, a vampire appears out of thin air and strikes the elf in the side with his flamberge. Good armor absorbed the blow, but the surprise and the powerful strike did their job. The elf flies towards the altar (on which you are lying). The elf mumbles something, and the wind around intensifies... the vampire is thrown somewhere far away... in the rising hurricane, nothing is visible... You lose consciousness, The One.

The chirping of the forest Simu (small birds found in the southern forests of the Empire) was a pleasant sound... The fragrant scent of forest herbs was divine after the stale air and decaying bodies you (The One) inhaled in the Necropolis. Opening your eyes, you saw a clear blue sky above you... endless and beautiful... Something gently licked your hand...
(Describe your actions, The One. The situation is as follows: you are lying in a forest on the southern border of the Empire, in a clearing. Nearby lies Machete, still unconscious, and... the elf is seriously wounded. Machete is constantly restless in his sleep, as if fighting someone, constantly tossing and turning but not regaining consciousness. Nearby, some forest animal has just licked your hand.)

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