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How long do the buffs last? I thought they lasted for the duration of the battle or the completion of the game "day"/act.

If we're talking about potions, then Nebo mentioned somewhere that they last for "several hours."

It seemed to me that it only consumes mana when taking damage.

No, it drains all mana to 0 when it activates, no matter how much mana there is, and converts it into a shield of hit points.

That day, Lucina woke up quite early and, with some displeasure, concluded that she had somewhat gotten used to not being on sea voyages.
Her cabin mate turned out to be a quiet elderly man. She liked this, as he didn't disturb her sleep and, fortunately, didn't snore (???), but at the same time, his taciturnity was a little unsettling: since they had set sail, they hadn't really had a chance to talk.
"Hey, bunny ears," she said to him, waking him up if he was asleep. There was still a long voyage ahead, so getting to know her companion would clearly not be superfluous, or at least, it wouldn't hurt. Well, and she was just plain bored.

Caldrim seemed to have dozed off again. This voyage had been terribly tiring for him, and he was already dreaming of landing on shore as soon as possible. He wanted to find out, to learn what was really happening in the Haven. He was extremely displeased by the fact that the higher-ups continued to keep important information secret. Why couldn't they tell him? Did they not trust him? This remained a mystery.
The elf woke up because his cabinmate woke him up. He remembered her excellent shooting skills, demonstrated during the histeos attack on the ship, but at the same time, he understood that this person was obviously reckless and rarely thought before acting. Nevertheless, he really needed to distract himself from his thoughts now, and the elf was rather glad that he had been woken up.
"What is it?" asked Caldrim. "My name is Caldrim, by the way."

"— I am Lucina," the girl introduced herself before answering why she had woken him up. "— Tell me about yourself." Her request was just that trivial; however, it never occurred to her to apologize for ruining his sleep. She smiled. "— You know, every elf I've met so far has been a bit odd in one way or another; I really hope you aren't like that."

"How accurately she noticed that," thought Kaeldrim. He remembered a similar question being asked of him during one of his early assignments. The elf was ready to sink into the ground; he couldn't directly state that he was a member of the order and was, in fact, in love with a dark elf. But with the years came experience, and a well-rehearsed life story was already prepared in his mind. It was as dull and tedious as the stories of most of the planet's inhabitants, and he always started telling it after such a question was asked.
"Are you really interested?" the lieutenant smiled in response. "Well, listen. My name is Kaeldrim, I was born into a simple merchant family in Madinia, but for some reasons, I decided not to follow in my father's footsteps. Apparently, I didn't have a particular talent for it. And I decided to learn what was in our blood – archery. As you can see, I earn a living as a mercenary, guarding various merchant ships. That's all."

— So, a merchant’s son, now a mercenary archer… I know firsthand about your people’s innate talent for archery, so perhaps there’s nothing surprising about that. — *“What a boring biography.”* — And what’s the story behind the scar? I’m sure there’s a tale to tell.

-Of course. A wonderful story about encountering an equally wonderful pirate ship. I was lucky enough to dodge the blow at the last moment, otherwise, I think my face would have been split in two. - Kaeldrim said with a feigned smile. -But what about you? I'm sure your life story is much more interesting, isn't it?

“Ah, my story is very similar to yours,” the girl said with a sly smile. “You know, my mother taught at the Academy, training future wizards, and my father, like yours, was involved in trade. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a knack for magic, and I never got along with business, but at the same time, I really loved guns. And then everything happened just like with you.” Whether this story was true or just a lie was anyone’s guess. Changing the subject, Lucina showed the elf her pistol. “This toy, ‘butterfly,’ as I call it, was custom-made by one of my acquaintances. It may not be a powerful weapon, but it’s very beautiful. It suits me, don’t you think?”

"Excellent name; this weapon truly suits you," Kael'drim remarked. "But, to be honest, I'm not a big fan of these fiery contraptions. Of course, they're powerful, and these projectiles are much more dangerous than arrows, but still... I wouldn't want them to completely replace all other types of weapons."

Alaina

At first, I thought Revan had created another character.))

Reliable elven bow - damage 35-115

Butterfly, pistol - damage 40 (range 40) (+5 to ranged attack evasion)

Of course, they are powerful, and these projectiles are much more dangerous than arrows.

:D

This morning, Brutti woke up to find someone sitting on him. When he opened his eyes and tried to lift his head, a dagger blade pressed against his throat. But despite the uncomfortable position, he could still see Ravella.
- Good morning, - the elf said to Brutti.

-- Good morning. Ravella, I presume?

:D

You know what I want to say.

— Hmm, that reminded me... I had an orc acquaintance who was very skilled with many types of melee weapons; he could chop off someone's head with a single blow, or throw an axe accurately, he was good at that kind of thing. So, do you know what he used to say? That his craft, as well as the art of a simple archer, requires many years of training, while with a gun, you just pick it up and shoot.