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Greetings, Gnome! Help me hide! I need it urgently! They are hunting me! I will pay you in silver if you help!
New here? I'm Roha — want a quick tour?
100 silver??? Are you kidding me?? Oh, alright... lead me to (-100 silver)!!!!!
Heh... Weakling. I'm disappointed in you, Markel. You really turned out to be a coward. Hmm, I wonder where I am? Shadows are trying to perform a ritual to turn me into a zombie (since I refused to become a lich), but something is interfering with them. Every time a crypt acolyte (like a student at the academy of magic, only he's learning to be a necromancer instead of a mage) held a scalpel to my forehead, a strange force knocked it out of the student-necromancer's hand.
- Give it here. - a necromancer-teacher approached the student (obviously, they made me a necromantic visual teaching aid "do it yourself") and took the scalpel. But the result was exactly the same - a reddish flash and the scalpel flies out of the necromancer's hand.
- Backa... - I said ironically in my native language. - Didn't the vampire bite experiment teach you anything? - I watch and wait to see what they will do next. Heh, backa...
A gnome throws sand in your eyes and runs away with the money in an unknown direction. You see that priestesses are walking about 100 meters away. What do you do?
I manage to grab the Paralysis Rune and cast paralysis on the Gnome! Boago, the Liches don't have eyes)) I approach him and take the money! I slit the Gnome's throat and head towards the priestesses head-on! Save me, Ash!
In the cave near Iginigar, there... he doesn't finish his sentence before a demon's blade destroys him.
Forgive me, goddess!! It won't happen again! Bless me for the battle against the Priestesses!!!! I took out my staff and prepared to attack.
Excellent.
I'm going to the Elven Queen to ask her to give me a witch to help.
While the assassin is getting up, I throw a dagger and lightning at him, overturn the table, and the thugs grab their swords and rush towards him. A classic tavern brawl begins.
But there was such an elegant opportunity to poison him...
- Weakling - I said to myself and, smiling, wiped the blood from my mouth. It was a dark but beautiful night. Orienting myself by the stars, I head north. Maybe I'll meet someone, or stumble upon a town.