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And I reached a little girl, and we played tag in the field of blue medusa, right?
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Heroist
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Heroist
Небо
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I reached the little girl, and we played tag in the blue medusa field, right?
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
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KindShaman
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I reached the little girl, and we played tag in the blue medusa field, right?
Ment
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Don't worry about me, I'm determined to see this through. But I need to rest. I don't know how the others are feeling.
Anyway, Ment, Gordian took Sarael's body, and you guys returned to the ship.
Небо
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Sure, take a break.
Are you on your phone? x)
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
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MedjersoN_HP
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I think we should take a break for a couple of days. I'm starting to get a little tired of all this writing and calculating.
В тихой однообразной жизни всегда так бывает: каждый отдельный день бесконечно долог, но месяцы и годы мчатся с непостижимой быстротой.
I wanted to offer you some flowers, but a crown would suit a princess like you much better
Смысл жизни в том, что жизнь на тебе не заканчивается
KindShaman
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Oh, and one more thing, I hope that dark elf doesn't kill us when she finds out that Sarael is the one.
Небо
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Oh, and one more thing, I hope that dark elf doesn't kill us when she finds out that Sarael is the one.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
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kcfgogbfalgfl
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Actaeon of the White Snake Clan
The clang of dancing steel echoed across the training ground like a song performed not with lips, but with the swings and collisions of sharp blades. At this moment, for the two young warriors, nothing and no one existed except themselves; their gaze was locked on their opponent's eyes, and their spirit was forged into their weapons. This was a practice bout between the two sons of Jason, the leader of the White Snake clan. The two youths of the same age held their own, but Amon, the elder son, eventually yielded to the younger Actaeon. These fights took place every day, and every day ended the same way: the calm and patient son of a slave always defeated the hot-tempered and impulsive heir.
— Enough, — the White Snake said coldly, having watched the fight intently. He slowly approached his mud-stained and sweating sons. Without saying a word, he struck Amon with all his might—a son not only of his own, but also of a noble Hysteosian woman warrior. — Get out of my sight. — The boy followed the order without one word of protest. — And you, Actaeon, follow me.
Father and son, along with several ordinary clan members, left the grounds of the White Snake estate and set off for a walk through the city. Mesitapatum was a typical southern Hysteosian city, and therefore guards were never superfluous here.
— Where are we going, father? — the youth finally ventured to ask, clearly fearing his father for one reason or another.
— When I can no longer fulfill the duties of clan leader, Amon will take this post; you understand this perfectly. And although I do not wish to admit it, despite this fact, you surpass him as a warrior. Today I want to give you a gift for your achievements in the martial craft. And finally make a man out of you.
Actaeon's handsome face became even more attractive when he smiled. His father had finally praised him; it was the first time in his entire life. But where was he leading him?.. When they reached their destination, all the young warrior's good mood vanished: it was a slave market, his least favorite place.
— Choose. — his father said, gesturing with his hand toward numerous young girls bound in chains.
— O... Father. — Actaeon was afraid to say what was on his mind.
— What is it, Actaeon? Can you not decide?
— N-no, I... I... I think... — the boy's voice cracked. — I-I don't l-like how our people treat these w-women and o-other s-slaves. They are also hum... — Actaeon did not have time to finish; Jason struck him exactly as he had previously struck Amon.
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Six years later, Jason the White Snake died, and his son Amon took the post of clan leader. Despite everything, Amon remained an excellent warrior, and therefore yielded this position to no one else; furthermore, during their childhood, he managed to become friends with Actaeon (the future leader was able to overcome his complexes resulting from constant defeats), and the latter, to the best of his ability, helped his brother maintain his title and keep his head on his shoulders.
— Eh, I envy you so much, Actaeon. — Amon admitted as they both admired the night sky, sitting on a hill near their clan estate. — Your wives and servants adore you, and would rather die for their master than try to escape if given the opportunity. But one of my maids recently tried to stab me while I was sleeping, can you imagine?
— That is because you are a scoundrel. — Actaeon replied without any emotion in his voice. They both remained silent for some time, and then laughed.
— Well, I admit, perhaps I overreacted slightly when I ordered half of our clan to discipline her when the girl, in her clumsiness, spilled wine on me during lunch.
— Slightly? — Actaeon's question was rhetorical. As in childhood, he could not stand the lifestyle of the peoples of Hysteosia, but he still made peace with his brother; they were too close for him to hate him. — Amon, I am leaving.
— Where to? Don't tell me you're going raiding, ha-ha.
— You don't understand. I am leaving for good.
Silence hung in the air.
— I suspected that this day would come eventually. — sighing, Amon replied. — You are my best warrior, so as leader of the White Snake clan, I cannot simply let you go, but before that... You are my favorite little brother, and therefore I am ready to accept your decision.
— I have a request besides this.
— Hey, now you're just being greedy, — his brother replied with a smirk.
— Amon, please, — Actaeon turned, knelt, and bowed his head to the ground. — be lenient with my wives and servants.
— May your heart and soul remain in peace, Actaeon.
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Since Actaeon left his hated homeland, his character and views have changed little, but he gained experience and at one point became associated with the Order of Sethranomicon. He felt lucky to become one of them. He believes that under the leadership of the order there will be more order in the world, and he himself, to the best of his modest abilities, will make the world even a little bit better.
He trains constantly and keeps his body in shape; he is modest in his desires and kind to other people; not arrogant, does not despise others (although he may try to convince them that their views are wrong), but conducts himself with a firm hand, never doubting the correctness of his actions. His mastery of the sword is a symbol of his determination to overcome obstacles on the path to a better world; his skill with the shield is a symbol that he protects others.
Despite all his "righteous" character, he does not make himself a monk and does not deny himself human pleasures.
He often finds himself where he is not supposed to be, following his own concept of justice.
Childhood psychological trauma forced him to become a classic "knight on a white horse" when it came to the opposite sex.
For a long time, he has worked as a pair with another member of the order — Keldrim, a genius Letian archer. Since Actaeon himself prefers to fight in close combat and is completely ill-equipped to face opponents firing from a distance, the addition of Keldrim's shooting skills made them a truly effective and deadly team.
At the present time, the order has sent both on a ship to Lutiel, without providing details of the mission.
Origin: Hysteosia: +10 Constitution; +7 Strength; free combat skill; four free combat ability points.
Beliefs: Order of Sethranomicon: +5 points to all characteristics; +2 skill points; immunity to mind-affecting spells; reading the thoughts of other order members without spending magic energy; the character, regardless of the player's wish, is obliged to follow the orders of the order.
Characteristics:
Constitution: 46
Intelligence: 10
Strength: 46
Dexterity: 50
Speed: 25
Will: 10
Perception: 10
Skills: one-handed weapons (V), Shields (III), Battle Mage.
Equipment: heavy armor of dark metal (or painted, lel), long one-handed sword, shield matching the armor, White Snake dagger, a certain sum of money, several healing potions, Seasickness Remedy (2), Southern Fever Remedy (2), Universal Antidote (2), something that the order might issue if such is their custom.
White Snake Dagger - a family heirloom given by Amon; Actaeon uses it mainly as a souvenir of memory. As for what it actually is, let Heaven determine; it could even be an ordinary piece of iron, just beautiful.
The art may be slightly provocative and inappropriate, so corrections to it: the hair is simply blond, and the eyes are of a normal color. The face fits very well, so I don't want to change it.
The clang of dancing steel echoed across the training ground like a song performed not with lips, but with the swings and collisions of sharp blades. At this moment, for the two young warriors, nothing and no one existed except themselves; their gaze was locked on their opponent's eyes, and their spirit was forged into their weapons. This was a practice bout between the two sons of Jason, the leader of the White Snake clan. The two youths of the same age held their own, but Amon, the elder son, eventually yielded to the younger Actaeon. These fights took place every day, and every day ended the same way: the calm and patient son of a slave always defeated the hot-tempered and impulsive heir.
— Enough, — the White Snake said coldly, having watched the fight intently. He slowly approached his mud-stained and sweating sons. Without saying a word, he struck Amon with all his might—a son not only of his own, but also of a noble Hysteosian woman warrior. — Get out of my sight. — The boy followed the order without one word of protest. — And you, Actaeon, follow me.
Father and son, along with several ordinary clan members, left the grounds of the White Snake estate and set off for a walk through the city. Mesitapatum was a typical southern Hysteosian city, and therefore guards were never superfluous here.
— Where are we going, father? — the youth finally ventured to ask, clearly fearing his father for one reason or another.
— When I can no longer fulfill the duties of clan leader, Amon will take this post; you understand this perfectly. And although I do not wish to admit it, despite this fact, you surpass him as a warrior. Today I want to give you a gift for your achievements in the martial craft. And finally make a man out of you.
Actaeon's handsome face became even more attractive when he smiled. His father had finally praised him; it was the first time in his entire life. But where was he leading him?.. When they reached their destination, all the young warrior's good mood vanished: it was a slave market, his least favorite place.
— Choose. — his father said, gesturing with his hand toward numerous young girls bound in chains.
— O... Father. — Actaeon was afraid to say what was on his mind.
— What is it, Actaeon? Can you not decide?
— N-no, I... I... I think... — the boy's voice cracked. — I-I don't l-like how our people treat these w-women and o-other s-slaves. They are also hum... — Actaeon did not have time to finish; Jason struck him exactly as he had previously struck Amon.
______________________________
Six years later, Jason the White Snake died, and his son Amon took the post of clan leader. Despite everything, Amon remained an excellent warrior, and therefore yielded this position to no one else; furthermore, during their childhood, he managed to become friends with Actaeon (the future leader was able to overcome his complexes resulting from constant defeats), and the latter, to the best of his ability, helped his brother maintain his title and keep his head on his shoulders.
— Eh, I envy you so much, Actaeon. — Amon admitted as they both admired the night sky, sitting on a hill near their clan estate. — Your wives and servants adore you, and would rather die for their master than try to escape if given the opportunity. But one of my maids recently tried to stab me while I was sleeping, can you imagine?
— That is because you are a scoundrel. — Actaeon replied without any emotion in his voice. They both remained silent for some time, and then laughed.
— Well, I admit, perhaps I overreacted slightly when I ordered half of our clan to discipline her when the girl, in her clumsiness, spilled wine on me during lunch.
— Slightly? — Actaeon's question was rhetorical. As in childhood, he could not stand the lifestyle of the peoples of Hysteosia, but he still made peace with his brother; they were too close for him to hate him. — Amon, I am leaving.
— Where to? Don't tell me you're going raiding, ha-ha.
— You don't understand. I am leaving for good.
Silence hung in the air.
— I suspected that this day would come eventually. — sighing, Amon replied. — You are my best warrior, so as leader of the White Snake clan, I cannot simply let you go, but before that... You are my favorite little brother, and therefore I am ready to accept your decision.
— I have a request besides this.
— Hey, now you're just being greedy, — his brother replied with a smirk.
— Amon, please, — Actaeon turned, knelt, and bowed his head to the ground. — be lenient with my wives and servants.
— May your heart and soul remain in peace, Actaeon.
______________________________
Since Actaeon left his hated homeland, his character and views have changed little, but he gained experience and at one point became associated with the Order of Sethranomicon. He felt lucky to become one of them. He believes that under the leadership of the order there will be more order in the world, and he himself, to the best of his modest abilities, will make the world even a little bit better.
He trains constantly and keeps his body in shape; he is modest in his desires and kind to other people; not arrogant, does not despise others (although he may try to convince them that their views are wrong), but conducts himself with a firm hand, never doubting the correctness of his actions. His mastery of the sword is a symbol of his determination to overcome obstacles on the path to a better world; his skill with the shield is a symbol that he protects others.
Despite all his "righteous" character, he does not make himself a monk and does not deny himself human pleasures.
He often finds himself where he is not supposed to be, following his own concept of justice.
Childhood psychological trauma forced him to become a classic "knight on a white horse" when it came to the opposite sex.
For a long time, he has worked as a pair with another member of the order — Keldrim, a genius Letian archer. Since Actaeon himself prefers to fight in close combat and is completely ill-equipped to face opponents firing from a distance, the addition of Keldrim's shooting skills made them a truly effective and deadly team.
At the present time, the order has sent both on a ship to Lutiel, without providing details of the mission.
Origin: Hysteosia: +10 Constitution; +7 Strength; free combat skill; four free combat ability points.
Beliefs: Order of Sethranomicon: +5 points to all characteristics; +2 skill points; immunity to mind-affecting spells; reading the thoughts of other order members without spending magic energy; the character, regardless of the player's wish, is obliged to follow the orders of the order.
Characteristics:
Constitution: 46
Intelligence: 10
Strength: 46
Dexterity: 50
Speed: 25
Will: 10
Perception: 10
Skills: one-handed weapons (V), Shields (III), Battle Mage.
Equipment: heavy armor of dark metal (or painted, lel), long one-handed sword, shield matching the armor, White Snake dagger, a certain sum of money, several healing potions, Seasickness Remedy (2), Southern Fever Remedy (2), Universal Antidote (2), something that the order might issue if such is their custom.
White Snake Dagger - a family heirloom given by Amon; Actaeon uses it mainly as a souvenir of memory. As for what it actually is, let Heaven determine; it could even be an ordinary piece of iron, just beautiful.
The art may be slightly provocative and inappropriate, so corrections to it: the hair is simply blond, and the eyes are of a normal color. The face fits very well, so I don't want to change it.
kcfgogbfalgfl
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I think we’ll take a break for a couple of days. I’m already a little tired of all this writing and calculating.
Regarding the quest:
It wasn’t necessary to put everything together in just a couple of hours.
I needed to fill the void in my heart after my character’s death.
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TO BE HONEST, I adjusted a little, no, a lot.
kcfgogbfalgfl
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Ah, and here's another thing, I hope that dark elf doesn't kill us there when she finds out that Sarael is the one.
kcfgogbfalgfl
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I'll say even more: I was getting impatient.
Boo-hoo, thank you for your attention ;'(
Ment
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Plans for the future, when Nebok returns from his break. Just in case, I might also need to take a short break myself.
-- Bruttiy reports to Lutiel on the situation.
-- Saraela is most likely burying things in the sea. She leaves everything the dark elf had there, taking only the coins of the Order.
-- She gets her tools – most likely, she asks Zalatov, as he collects junk. Also, she takes a weapon, but I don't really know about that. If Tiberius left his crossbow in the cabin, she can take it, shedding a few tears for the deceased.
-- She should give the treatise on golems to someone, but I'll think about it later. Either to the Shaman or to Lucia.
-- Bruttiy reports to Lutiel on the situation.
-- Saraela is most likely burying things in the sea. She leaves everything the dark elf had there, taking only the coins of the Order.
-- She gets her tools – most likely, she asks Zalatov, as he collects junk. Also, she takes a weapon, but I don't really know about that. If Tiberius left his crossbow in the cabin, she can take it, shedding a few tears for the deceased.
-- She should give the treatise on golems to someone, but I'll think about it later. Either to the Shaman or to Lucia.
Heroist
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Don't forget to deliver my notes to Madinia at the university on the south coast, and send the letter to Sarael's daughter!
Whatever
kcfgogbfalgfl
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Leaves everything the Dark Elf had there, taking only the coins of Haven.