Posts from Black Ice Auto-translated

– Okay, let's go through this step by step, – Torvar began to speak slowly and with pauses. – I asked you for beer, right? I asked you for meat, right? And I gave you money after that, right?

- You came into my tavern, didn't you? You ordered a beer and a venison leg from me, didn't you? You asked me why people are disappearing, didn't you? I answered you, but you didn't pay for the order, did you?

Torvaru didn't like the tone. Besides, he began to suspect that this innkeeper might be a cunning vampire. So, just in case, he gave him a hearty punch in the jaw.

- I am Sister Agatha, it’s a pleasure to meet you. - The priestess took David’s hand and smiled again. - Let’s go quickly, Elizea is waiting!

The priestess’s hand seemed tiny compared to the hermit’s palm.
- Of course, let’s go! - said David, and then added in a voice that brooked no disagreement, - tell me about yourself on the way, I’m interested in everything.

Outside the temple, boys were playing a game of ninepins. David couldn’t resist and asked to “throw once.” But he miscalculated his strength and threw the bat too far beyond the foul line. Whistles and jeers followed him.

Nergui and Joseph's attempt to fight the king's retinue one-on-one was unsuccessful. Using unique Vaironian techniques, the two men fended off the attackers' attacks, not letting them get close enough to strike. Helligkaites had to use the water arrow spell to at least hit the opponent somehow. Things got better when the other wardens joined the battle. A cloud of fire exploded above the Vaironians, stunning them with its unexpectedness; they could not have expected Theohar's appearance. Meanwhile, Mariette and Nergui overwhelmed one of the two enemies with their onslaught, while Joseph and Theohar tried to deal with the second. Thanks to Aurora, they all managed to survive a considerable number of wounds and stay in the fight. Since all the enemies were engaged in close combat, no one paid attention to Lugus, and yet, the spears he threw inflicted considerable damage to the opponents. Wounded and exhausted, they still managed to defeat their rivals, but... the First Warden was already lying in a pool of his own blood. The wounded wardens posed no threat to him. A couple of moments later, only Lugus and Aurora remained standing. The representative of the free people, who had been supporting his allies from a distance, died after two swings of Vaironis's sword. Aurora, who had not been harmed at all until that moment, tried to help one of her comrades, but she could not. The king took one of Lugus's spears and accurately struck her with a single throw. He either saw no point in finishing off the dying wardens, or simply considered them unworthy of his time. He picked up "Peace," picked up Richard's head, and then cut off Hartmann's head. Taking them both, he sat on his horse and rode away. It is difficult to say how much time passed, and it is unlikely that any of them expected to see the next dawn, but fate had something else in store for them; today was not the day they would leave this world. Joseph was the first to wake up, followed by the others in turn. It was clear that they were in someone's house, who had brought them all here and who had treated their wounds - this remained a mystery. Besides them, there was only one man in the room, sitting by the fireplace. He was about forty years old, and his scarred face revealed him to be an experienced warrior. For those who are not in the chat: I thought it would be silly to describe the battle literally, according to how everything happened according to the numbers, so I only briefly showed the essence. I don't think anyone would be interested in reading dozens of repetitive phrases about how someone tried to attack and someone dodged or deflected with a shield.

/And I thought you were just describing the fight with the tavern keeper in such detail... )/

The innkeeper collapsed on the floor and cried out in pain. He jumped to his feet and began to shout at the top of his lungs about what a scoundrel Thorvar was, but then he calmed down and continued the dialogue, - perhaps if you pay me, I will forget about this incident and not report to the authorities about the rowdy barbarian who came from distant lands to attack honest citizens.

For those who are not in the chat: I thought it would be silly to describe the battle literally, according to how everything happened in terms of numbers, and therefore I only briefly conveyed the essence. I don't think anyone would be interested in reading dozens of repetitive phrases about how someone tried to attack and someone dodged or blocked with a shield.

:eek: what chat?
I think it would be great to attach a battlelog.txt text file.
For example, I would be interested in looking at it. It would be good for history, and it wouldn't clutter the topic.

A chat in Skype.
It's not such a bad idea, but unlike Mental, I don't record anything during calculations except for the fact of receiving damage and buffs/debuffs (so I don't forget). To be honest, I'm too lazy to bother with it.

Ugh, damn it. I should have stayed invisible. That's not fair. Flesh cannot withstand magic. I won anyway.

Theohar came to and tried to sit up. He managed it with great difficulty. His vision was blurry, his whole body ached, but it felt like the pain was fading with each passing minute.
The mage tried to focus his eyes and look ahead, but he could only do it with great effort. However, he finally realized that he was aware of his own consciousness, which made him feel a little better.
"-Yes, unexpected..." - was Theohar's first thought. "-How stupid. I've never lost to anyone before! Well, of course, I knew that there were mages more powerful than me, but that some kind of maniac, who doesn't even know the simplest spells, could defeat me like that!" Theohar strained to rub his eyes and looked around. He was surprised that so many participants in the battle were still alive. Then the mage turned his gaze to the man.
"-I've seen his face somewhere... Or am I just imagining it..." - the mage tried to remember. "-No, I definitely know that..."
An unexpected thought struck Theo, but he decided to remain silent, deciding that he couldn't fully trust his feelings and memory after the battle.

Anyway, don't go too far without me, I'll be following everyone on autopilot if anything happens, until I return tomorrow)
And if I sent the message about waking up too early, I apologize.

“Listen here, you freak of nature,” said Sirkhan, grabbing the tavern keeper by the collar. “Do you even realize who you’ve messed with, you pathetic extortionist? The authorities won’t touch us, but if we tell them you tried to cheat us, then I wouldn’t be in your shoes. Am I making myself clear?”

yes, what kind of chat is this? I would like to read it/participate

Joseph stared at the ceiling for about half a minute, coming to his senses. When the haze in his eyes more or less cleared, Joseph tried to sit up quickly, but almost fell back onto the bed because of the pain all over his body. With a groan, he finally managed to stabilize his position. He felt a little better knowing that most of his comrades were in the room - and they were alive.
- Who are you? Should we thank you for saving us? - Joseph asked the stranger, while simultaneously scanning the room in search of his diary.

Torvar approached and took the tavern keeper from Sirkhan's grasp. "So, you're a vampire, huh?" he said, clenching his fist menacingly. "Are there many of you, these kinds of creatures? Are you responsible for all of this?" he asked threateningly.

The pain made Aurora realize that she was still alive, although her memory vehemently disagreed. The girl lifted her head from the pillow and looked around. Noticing that the members of her squad were here and even showed some signs of life, the angel calmed down slightly and put her head back down. She remembered that she had initially intended to rush to headquarters and report what had happened, and only then rushed to help her comrades. But... How could she look any of her comrades in the eye after that? At least now everything was fine, and the squad was relatively safe – this room didn't resemble the prison of the deranged king. However, it didn't hurt to ask. Aurora turned her head towards the man by the fireplace, without lifting it from the pillow – the dizziness after the first time hadn't completely subsided.
– Where are we? – she asked in a weak voice.
And in the chat, we mostly have trash, fun, and chaos.
And yes, I didn't see Sareta's post when I was writing, so, it's something like that.

– I don’t think he’s a vampire, but just to be sure, let’s take a look at his fangs.