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

Quick footsteps were heard. Several guards rushed out of the corridor from which you had emerged.
- Kill the traitor! Take the Barbarian alive! - Lizia immediately stopped crying. Even if she was sensitive, she was a Fury and could pull herself together when necessary. With a gesture, she called you towards the exit, and the two of you finally escaped from the castle through a secret passage.
- Well, now I've lost my home... - she said calmly, but with sadness. - I'm sorry I cried. This is the first time this has happened to me...

I had a different idea of how the archmage's main rival would behave... I thought he would fight to the end. But since that's not the case, I guess I was wrong...

In general, he didn't explain the situation to me very well, because the surprised look was caused not by a specific question, but by a complete misunderstanding of the situation. Only after about half a minute did I realize that the nod referred to teleportation - as if I wanted to teleport, I could do it... Damn the archdevil, I wanted to get out of here!
But first, I had a few questions. I understood that this elf was clearly very powerful - power simply emanated from him, like some kind of radiation - and that he seemed to wish me well; I didn't want to abuse his time, but I still wanted to know something. In one breath, even forgetting about politeness, I blurted out:
- What's going on here? Where did all the demons come from? Who are you?

Throughout breakfast, the little elf kept pace with you, peppering you with questions about the world beyond the forest and the adventures you had experienced. After eating, you decided to take a short walk. Outside, a swordsman in black stood with a large bag filled with something.

- I will explain everything to you, but first we must get out of here. I am sorry, but there is nothing more we can do to help this city. - meanwhile, demons have already overrun almost the entire city. A group of hell legionnaires has begun climbing the stairs to the bell tower... - Decide quickly.

Wow, what a popular resort!
- Hey, soldier! What brings you here?

Nervously glancing at the staircase – it’s clear that many feet are already climbing up here, but there’s still a little time left... And it’s not worth wasting it on conversations! Who knows how much time it will take to cast the teleportation spell?
- I’m sorry, I completely forgot about manners. My name is Silvanis (I made a small ceremonial bow), and I am very grateful that you came to my aid... I would be glad to get out of here as soon as possible...

- Okay, I guess I should go...- I said to the elf...

- But where to? - It's obvious, she's a city dweller...;)

- Ah, hello, hello! - I quickly greeted the approaching person, - This village is simply a meeting place for all the distinguished participants of the assault, like... And do you happen to know where I can find a quiet place to grab a bite to eat? - I asked, patting my bag.

Ah, I was hoping she knew the caves... well, let's think of something...
- Sigh... Well, we can't stay here...

- Hmm... I'm currently staying with an elven family. They cook amazingly. And if you have something with you, come to the clearing and set up a picnic. By the way, my operational pseudonym is Machete...

You and the elf teleported to the city of dwarves. Everywhere, there was the hum of machinery, the rustle of iron plates, the cursing and laughter of the hard-working dwarves, and the loud clang of hammers on anvils. The fortress resembled one giant forge.
- Allow me to introduce myself. - the elf bowed. - I am Lord Nowizard, although in these times, it's hard to call me a lord.