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

The sword passes through the robe, which is strangely viscous like jelly, and stops somewhere in the middle of the Herald's "body." A terrible shriek pierces your eardrums. The Herald begins to glow from within... brighter... even brighter... the light slowly begins to be absorbed by the sword.
- The Soul Hunter has accepted you! - a voice echoes as if from all sides. You break out in a cold sweat.
Darkness descends.
(From your perspective during the battle, your body was constantly twitching, and various emotions were constantly changing on your face. And finally, peace came.)
You sleep peacefully for some time and can wake up without any visible consequences.
In your hand is a sword.

The "Soul Catcher" Sword
You cannot part with it. If it is even a short distance away, you are immediately overcome with a fit of rage, and you try to get it back without thinking about anything.
The sword provides a +2 bonus to attack. Upon hitting, the opponent receives spiritual wounds. If the sword remains in the creature for a long time (10-20 seconds), the creature's soul is absorbed into it. This increases the attack by 0-3 (depending on the soul). The bonus attack decreases by 1 each day.
You are obligated to fulfill the tasks of the Soul Hunter.

Here, Lizia appears before you... Her red eyes blaze with fury... she takes a step... and seems to blur in the air... two purple flashes in the hurricane of the moving beast flash before your eyes and with an unpleasant crunch, strike you in the legs... you fall to the ground, tumbling, without feeling any pain... a dull blow to the head plunges you into darkness. (you can wake up later. you are in a cell. a terrible pain in both legs, it seems that tendons have been cut... a wound on your back aches) Offtopic: Too many actions in a row. The simplicity of the battle with pumped-up enemies, a quick run after being hit by a spear, etc.... Warning... I advise you not to do this again.

At this time, Night and Sar were looking in amazement at the elf hovering in the air with a fireball and were finishing their tenth pipe. No one could understand what was happening.
"Well, by the time this ball reaches us, Kha-Beleth will be resurrected again and conquer the whole world..."

Steam began to billow from the armor... something sparked... and a small burst of flame shot out from one of the nozzles... Small, but enough to throw you back against an inconveniently placed tree, where you hit your back hard... some black sludge began to leak from the engine...

Machete, outside your window, the cheerful laughter of elves playing in the street was a pleasant sound.
- You're awake. How wonderful - just in time for breakfast! - An elven woman in a housekeeper's apron, slightly stained with berry juice, looked at you.

- They are with the elder now. The elf is badly wounded, and the elder is tending to him. And the respected Ta asked you to provide shelter somewhere. We volunteered. Please, have a seat. - the hostess indicated a spot on the floor next to the tablecloth, on which various forest "delicacies" were arranged. Three or four plates with venison roasted over a fire and four wooden mugs with a berry drink. In the corner of the hut, a tall, strongly built elf (apparently the father of the family) was kneeling, praying to a small wooden dragon, surrounded by candles made of strange wax, and muttering something to himself. The elf woman looked out the window and shouted.
- Analar! Come and have breakfast!
- Coming, Mom! - came the reply.

I got up from the ground, covered in something black and unpleasant, but it had stopped flowing. "What the heck is this?:smile35:", I thought, taking off my armor – the armor, "understanding" that I wanted to take it off, immediately removed the pauldrons and knee pads.
I walked up to Tanya again:), cursing the armor:
- What is this they gave me? Couldn't they just give me regular armor?... By the way, Tanya, could you read this?:) - I took out the instructions from under my tunic and handed them to the sorceress...

Yes... poor Howie looked quite something!!!:D :D (sorry... but I couldn't help but laugh!)
- Hmm... who gave you that armor? Come on, what's the story... let's read... hmm... Instructions... Wow... very interesting - instructions for using the armor:eek: yes... it seems they definitely have a secret - probably gnomish work? I've heard of one master... hmm... a bit of a prankster. =) He likes to play around with things like that! But you know what's interesting - if you follow all his instructions, the armor or whatever else he made will "work" perfectly and even better!! They reveal amazing properties...