Posts from RPG 2 – The demons are coming!!!

- "Are you sure you want to go back?..." - the werewolf asked again, but seeing that the elf truly wanted to return, he said:
- "Then I suppose I must... sigh... but what will they do to you when you return?..."

Oops :o :o :D Who's there? In any case, my apologies - I didn't mean to... And you won't be able to knock off any horns - I'm not a demon, and I don't have any ;) And besides - swearing is not good, dear:D :D
A druid emerged from the bushes with a bump on his forehead... He looked such that I struggled to hold back my laughter. The offended druid looked at me reproachfully, applied some kind of potion to the bump - and it vanished almost before my eyes.
- You see, I need moon flax - and the stone was in the way of getting it. I had to teleport it. By the way - what were you doing in the bushes? ;) Weren't you spying on the fairies?:D :D

Well, this is something... In fact, things took such a sharp turn that I didn't really have to think or even feel - like being scared or worried - everything just went on its own, as always happens to me in critical situations.
Waiting for a peasant, pursued by a pair of imps, to dash past me, I stood up and immediately, without looking back, struck backward with my sword by chance - a useful technique if there's something unknown, but definitely something bad, behind you. A human scream and a demonic howl rang out simultaneously - it seems that with my longsword, I hit both our side and theirs...
Cracking my staff over someone else standing in my way, I ran toward the church. Fortunately, the demons were too busy with the peasants, and the peasants with the demons, so I only suffered slightly from the blast wave of a nearby exploding fire demon, scared off a couple of cerberuses, and I think I actually killed one imp while clearing my path. Once, a real devil stood before me - huge and terrifying, with a strange but clearly lethal weapon in his hand. Before I even had time to be frightened, I hit him with a long-prepared lightning bolt and bolted at full speed while he was recovering.
However, I thought on the way to the church, what a mess is going on here! In none of the other cities had such a thing happened to me...
It seems, I thought, that this attack was planned by the demons long ago - it's going too abruptly and successfully, and no one noticed them. Surely the censer was stolen specifically in connection with this attack - it's clearly dangerous for demons in some way. Well, all the more reason to find it... And, it means, someone in the city helped the demons - since the censer is so dangerous to them that they couldn't even attack while it was here, they certainly wouldn't have been able to steal it themselves.
Thinking this and constantly looking around, ready to repel any attack, I approached the church. Unfortunately, I had no energy left for spells today, and the strength for speed spells was already starting to leave me. I turned the corner and saw the church...

At dawn, to cover as much ground as possible before the heat. Then we'll "chat" with the little people.
And what about you, do you want to be an archmage yourself?

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- Thanks, something to chew on along the way!:D - and I, with a bag of haggises in hand, rushed out into the street!:smile14: :smile04:

- In that case, I'll stay with you for a while. You can ask if anything is interesting, and I'll have a snack...

Lysia was silent for a moment, then burst into tears. It seems the Templars meant more to her than just a clan. Damn, more female tears...
- Okay *sobs*, I'm with you...

In ruins... Only the bell tower remained, but the bell no longer rang. Even from a distance, it was clear that the bell was stained with blood...

What if I offer you such an opportunity? I've long wanted to have a friend who is an archmage.

...Damn... Now what should I do...? The werewolf was battle-hardened, but still...
- Well, alright, let's go back...

M-yes... These demons have really gone wild! Barely managing to compose myself so as not to panic, I tried to assess the situation calmly.
So, first - I need to hide so that I can think everything over in peace and at least a little bit gather information about the situation, so that I have something to think about. I quickly glanced into the church - it seemed empty, but there was nowhere to hide... Pressing against the remaining part of the wall, I ran to the passage to the bell tower - it will be easiest to defend myself on the stairs, and from above I will have a "wonderful" view of the former city. I will be able to see which parts of it have survived, where any resistance has survived - if it has survived - and where I can run. Yes, it would also be interesting to at least roughly estimate the number of attacking demon hordes.
I ran up the bell tower stairs. It was quite high, I was wounded and tired - I was mainly holding on thanks to my magic staff - but I reached the top quickly. And I saw...

Not an army, but a river... a fiery, boundless river, marching from the south. Far on the horizon, one could see that the neighboring villages were also ablaze. No, this wasn't an attack... it was a true invasion!

Maybe it was wild and crazy... but I laughed – a hysterical laugh. However, I quickly stopped and started thinking.
Maybe I've ended up in hell? – that was my first thought. I don't know, I replied to myself, but if so, I need to try to get out of here!
So, three options opened up before me: try to escape while the river of fire hasn't surrounded the entire city; try to help the surviving people; die at the hands of demons. Whatever you say, the last option seemed the most likely... But I chose the second.
I started looking for surviving parts of the city where people were probably still resisting the invasion. I need to try to get to them and somehow help them escape from Belsturn. If there are no such places, I just need to get out of here and run to the nearest more or less large city to warn everyone about the danger.
Still looking at the city, I felt someone's gaze on my back. I jumped sharply, turning in mid-air to face the unknown creature and holding my sword forward. Before me...

A tall, blue-haired elf with one eye appeared. The second eye lacked a pupil and glowed blue, as if it wasn't an eye at all, but an ocean... A bottomless and mysterious ocean. By inertia, the sword flew towards the elf's shoulder, but he easily deflected it with his vambrace. He was dressed in beautiful elven armor with a silver castle engraved on it. A long emerald cloak billowed in the wind, like tree leaves. The elf held out a diamond the size of a fist. Mountains could be seen inside the diamond, and above the mountains towered a mighty fortress of stone and metal. Apparently, this diamond is one of the ways to teleport; you read about such stones in the imperial libraries. The elf slowly nodded at your questioning look.