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But it would also be nice if you waited for me. Okay, I'll try to describe the actions from my phone... Radimir, along with Taola and Lewis, had only managed to move a couple of hundred meters away from the "House of Sanex" when a fiery storm descended upon the city. In an instant, everything around them burst into hellish flames, and cries of horror and despair filled the air. Tiriez looked around and saw Taola lying motionless. -Lewis, help her! -Radimir handed the slave two potions of life and several elixirs and dream powders. -Run to the "Breeze," I'll be right behind you. Then, Radimir used the Veil and hurried to the "House of Sanex," using one elixir along the way, heading straight to the room where he had met the girl from the arena. -It seems that soon nothing will remain of the city! I think Tyler Ironfall is already dead; I saw the Fort ablaze... Anyway, we need to run, and I know only one place where we have a chance to survive. Are you injured? -the Tiriez offered the girl an elixir. -Or do you want to burn alive in a brothel?! Let's go, quickly!
*Potion - Restores all lives (4) *Elixir - Restores a small amount of life, I don't remember the name anymore (20)
Maria successfully reaches the ship.
Ivisha's workshop, like all other buildings in the city, was ablaze. Horus was unable to find Ivisha inside.
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Elite Warrior 4 and Elite Warrior 5 reach the "Breeze," carrying on their shoulders... a coffin.
- Master Vincent, the master requests a favor, - said Elite Warrior 4.
- Damn bloodsucker, - Vincent replied quietly, chewing his lip. - Mmm, take this... thing, to the hold.
Many Atraxians joined the order after long adventures in the Old or New World; they were tired of the filth of this world, and the honest, noble, sometimes naive brothers were a breath of fresh air for them. Others, like Amalia, were raised from an early age in the best traditions of the order, as her parents were righteous people themselves. In such cases, a person looks at everything from a different perspective, compares all the shortcomings of society from the position of an observer, rather than someone who has personally suffered injustice. And, strangely enough, such people may not follow the tenets of faith as zealously as those who have come from outside. Of course, the darkness in Amalia's soul did not arise immediately; initially, she was one of the most diligent members of the order, at least compared to her peers. However, gradually pride took over, methods became harsher, and her vision of the Emperor changed. If before she saw him as the only true savior, the true leader capable of leading humanity to prosperity, then over time she began to see him as the only one capable of more or less successfully controlling this dirty herd called humans. She began to consider him her patron only because there was no adequate alternative. Naturally, neither her parents nor her brethren could fail to notice the changes in Amalia's behavior. Nor could she ignore the fact that they tried to correct her more and more often, trying to tell her that her actions were not the best option. And then it dawned on her: the order had become too soft! And it certainly wouldn't back off until she returned to her former, blind self. And Amalia saw no other way than to flee, to carry out the will of the Emperor as she sees fit, without being lectured. During her travels, Amalia came across a reconnaissance detachment of the Vasanti Empire. And although she fought valiantly, Amalia was not destined to win – numerical superiority was on the side of the Vasantians. They saw potential in the Atraxian woman, as well as the doubts hidden in her soul. This, combined with her recent defeat and the eloquence of the squad leader, was enough to convince Amalia of the weakness not only of the order but also of the Emperor himself. For some time, she stayed with the Vasantians, learning from their experience and helping them carry out their tasks. But when news arrived about Vincent Agares' expedition, it was decided to send Amalia there undercover. The journey to the Border held great potential; it would be foolish not to take advantage of the situation. When an explosion occurred in Nevermore, Amalia was just shopping for the expedition. However, what happened forced the girl to change her plans: she took advantage of the situation and, disguised, burst into a store, taking all the remaining ambrosia and everything else that she could reach.
Items: "Conqueror" – Amalia's favorite weapon, a two-handed sword forged by Atraxian blacksmiths. For practical reasons, it was enchanted in such a way as to serve its owner longer – it is very difficult to destroy it by ordinary means and impossible to damage with magic. Once upon a time, "Conqueror" was blessed by the Emperor, but now its steel has turned black due to Amalia's devotion to the new deity, Vasanta. Plate armor Expedition supplies Money Remaining ambrosia from "Pleasures of Life" + other goods, at the GM's discretion
Since demons and the emperor are not working out, their common enemy will work - Vasanta!
On his way to the ship, Horus noticed Ivis across the street. She was talking to a thief, the same one they had recently planned to rob a bank with. The thief was armed with an "Ivis" – presumably a weapon. The inventor handed her some object, which reminded Horus of a bomb from the workshop, and then they said goodbye and ran in different directions.
Panting after a long run, Amalia stood on the deck of the Breeze, searching among the group of refugees for someone who could register her for passage. Fortunately, as she could see, the ship was intact. However, this did not negate the fact that what had happened had disrupted all her plans. Amalia could only guess at the cause of the explosion, but she had definitely heard about something similar before. Something like this happened three years ago, in Dal Shabet. "At this rate, there will be nothing left for the empires to conquer – only ashes."
Arandor
Wistrit
