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-- This is Rkul, you know him. We can hardly stop him. And, as I understand it, someone is already working on it.
- Vincent! - he turned his attention to Agnet. - Oh, Agnet. I thought you had found yourself a husband and had children, living peacefully in your family estate, but you're still killing yourself.
-- Amos, and you... Oh, something needs to be done!
- What can you do here? Well, you grab a bucket, run to put out the fire in the city. Ten people will do it, twenty, but they still won't be able to help in any way. Here, you need some kind of powerful cold magic, otherwise it's impossible. Besides, I can't even imagine what the source of these destructions is. And what if the story with the distant Shabet is repeating itself? Soon, there won't be a single stone left standing here.
[+3 to Intelligence, +2 to Constitution, +1 to Speed, +1 to Perception.] Just a couple of hours ago, nothing foreshadowed trouble. Adrian was sitting in a decent restaurant with a pretty girl, relaxing from his righteous labors. Afterward, he went to buy a dozen doses of dream dust, went outside... and hell began. A fiery storm descended upon the city, burning houses and people. Adrian ran to the port, realizing that the captain would immediately order the ship to set sail. --What are you doing here... Oh, never mind,--said Adrian, interrupting the conversation between Amos and Agnet.--The old man is right. It's pointless to play the hero here.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
-- Anastasia, Saeros is still there. He wasn't at the arena today, and I don't know where he is.
--What? Your husband chickened out and didn't go to the fight, and now he's hiding from your anger in some back alley? Is that it?-- Adrian suggested the most obvious explanation.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Bursting into his house, Horus found Maria unconscious on the floor. He rushed to the herb cabinet, took out a small vial, and then held it to his sister's nose. Maria immediately woke up and coughed.
- Are you okay? - Brr... what happened? - Later. Horus grabbed his sister's hand and dragged her outside.
Near the "Breeze," Horus stopped, told his sister to "go to the ship," and ran to Ivy's workshop.
Tomorrow holds no promises Except the ones we've made
Ment
Heroist
