Posts from Magnus’s RPG empire on the portal.

Allow me to activate the obelisk; I'm completing a quest for the Archlich to destroy the Empire... I haven't lied to you about anything.

Now I know it's Orcs. Excellent...
- What am I doing here? What's going on? Untie me! - Let's play a little game.

It's commendable that you're being honest, but we must protect the empire; we have a duty, so we won't allow evil to touch what is sacred. They (the angels) are attacking you - 50 HP, what will you do?

I'm pretending to have lost consciousness. Good, now I won't interfere with your productive conversation.

Alright, Angels... kill me if you can, and in the meantime, I'll start reading the signs on the obelisk... but first, *I cast Dark Inquisition and Vampirism (restoring the health spent by the Angels)*.

You see the symbols appearing on the obelisk:
ЬХТТКОАЯЕРНН (obelisk #6 activated), the guardians disappear, but you feel a heaviness, you have received the curse of the pale master, what are your actions?

Ugh... this is tough! I use a teleportation scroll and find myself right near the 5th obelisk... The main thing is that there are no problems, I thought.

I assessed the situation (all thoughts in a split second). I am in some kind of hall, the air smells of soot and ash. A demon sits on the throne. Good, so I'm either in Schism or in some of their secret lairs. I am surrounded by a field of matter. Clever. Like, so I don't cause trouble. Where is Biara?
- This is a question you should be asking me. - I said. - Isn't she from your camp?

I approach the cave, and I see a lake nearby, with these Satanists around it, and a whole horde surrounding them. I thought, I blessed the warriors and said, "I'm sneaking up on them. Inquisitors, attack the demons; they will run towards you, and the archangels will help you." So, the demons leave the Satanists unprotected, I go around to the back and fight them.

I'll go for a walk... around the city... but first, I'll put on a hood and hide the Lich's staff...

You walk, everywhere it rains, the beauty of nature, water, a giant Kersyls tree on which the elven city stands, sunlight passing around you. Suddenly, a Ranger stops you, "Sir, who are you? I haven't seen you before, and why do you smell of death?"

Satanist #2 casts a magic fist on you, dealing -30 HP, but an angel, appearing out of nowhere, slays him. What do you do?

Alright, just wait, someone will help you; a druid is coming. What are you complaining about? What problems do you have? Maybe I should examine your wounds?