Posts from Magnus’s RPG empire on the portal.

I teleport to a quiet place and kneel down... I pray to Ashera and then try to remember all the symbols on the obelisks... hmm... it's very difficult to put the word together...

Well, something interesting happened to a Barbarian on a neutral territory... You know, right?

You stand there and watch as the summoned skeleton finishes off the last militia member... The Necromancer won, but seeing you again, he cast a spell, and now 3 skeletons are heading towards you... I don't think they're coming to get your autograph... Action??


Suddenly, you close your eyes, and you're already standing before the Head of the Dark Brotherhood... Welcome... I offer you to serve the Dark Brotherhood. We have very few good warriors! Will you agree? If so, you must undergo an initiation ritual... kill the peasant and place his soul in the Soul Stone... Here's a dagger and a stone...

"Do I even have a choice?!" quickly ran through my head.
With almost closed eyes, I grab a dagger.
"And the Necromancer doesn't seem so bad... He's practically bursting with life :D".
With a cry, I rush at the peasant and slit his throat!
And finally, I complete the ritual!

You run towards the town, but suddenly a bandit appears behind you, or is it an artifact or a life potion? - he says.

- If you know where he is, that's enough for me.

Hmm... on the island of Niktvulf, which is located between the islands of Cranirahnomy and Ginigrom!!! Damn!! Askh, answer! Are there even such islands???

Artifact and life, sorry it's not yours
With these words, I plunged my sword into his stomach. He died, but managed to wound me -15HP.

- I wonder, do emperors always wander through forest huts, asking peaceful villagers about the size of the Dark Brotherhood's army? - A giggle echoed from the next room. The old elf smiled and bowed.
- Greetings, Emperor.

- By the way, who is "with us" here? - I said, looking at the elf.
- This is my granddaughter, Laya. - the old woman said, and Laya entered the room... that's when I saw her... Snow-white, long hair cascading over seemingly defenseless shoulders... Smooth, milky-colored skin with a slight bluish tint... a cheerful, carefree smile, and eyes... shimmering with pink and crimson, eyes that intoxicate you like red wine...
- Greetings, Emperor. - her voice is like the flow of a stream on a spring moonlit night... It's impossible to describe.

You continue on your journey, and suddenly spikes appear in front of you, and a Lich appears. Give up the artifact, or you will be a zombie forever, and I will try to prevent that.