Posts from Erthenia

You still won't be able to sleep with the horned-winged ones.

Okay, that's it, let's wrap it up.
I hope that at least we'll be able to fully loot the corpses!

You still won't be able to sleep with the horned-winged ones.

But, FAITH! How...(((((((

You can be influenced even without magic, just with words.

Why is this damn Tatar bothering me?

But, FAITH! How could it...(((((((

If it has come to this, it means that faith has been broken.

The will is broken, but not the faith. THESE ARE DIFFERENT THINGS! Well, never mind, I won't insist.

Ah, if only I could edit a character and take a chariot right now.

Take the Karu and go jungle.

Revan, has gunpowder been invented in this world yet?

No. And they won't invent it either.

I changed the character's skills.

Origin: Yan'Shi (Immunity to cold spells, their magic of this type is twice as effective; cold resistance of all surrounding characters 10 (except for the character themselves and other Yan'Shi) is reduced by 1%*magic power; Yan'Shi deals damage to all surrounding enemies equal to magic power every turn; any melee attack made by the character can apply a freeze effect to the enemy for one turn and in any case will deal +30% cold damage. Immunity to mind-affecting effects. The character does not need air (they cannot drown, die from lack of air, etc.). Fire damage received is increased by 50%. Free cold magic specialization (without free skill))

Characteristics:
Strength: 7
Endurance: 12
Agility: 7
Perception: 7
Speed: 7
Willpower: 25
Wisdom: 25

Skills:
Sorcery

Destructiveness.Each unit of magic power additionally increases magical damage dealt by 0.5%

Cold Magic

Freeze.Completely paralyzes the character until the end of the battle or until they take damage (the first attack will deal triple damage), after which their evasion/accuracy is halved for the next two turns.
80 | 20 | W
Ice Shard.Deals 40-120 units of damage.
20 | 45 | E
Ring of Cold. Deals 90 units of damage to the chosen character and 180 to characters near them.
50 | 25 => 5 | E
Ice Armor.The chosen character gains 40% damage resistance. 10 turns.
80 | 1

Energy Management

Magic Barrier.Magic energy absorbs incoming damage (passive skill).
Negation.The caster has a chance to ignore received damage. 10 turns.
75 | W

Inventory: yan'shi combat robe, ice ring, mana potions, money, crystal for storing (or even transferring) collected information (if any exist, otherwise simple notes and the like)

Hope I didn't forget anything.

A gust of wind blew in from the entrance – and the old Ing saw his burly son dragging two bodies into the yurt. Judging by their silhouettes, they were a woman and a child, both covered head to toe in ice and snow.
-- What have you got there?
-- A catch... I was hunting an animal, but found this instead!
-- People...
-- More like it, some kind of girls. Either frozen or beaten up. This one," he pointed at the woman, "is completely cold. And that one is still warm," referring to the girl. "Well, I’ll have some fun today..."
-- She's so young. Son, you have no discernment.
-- It will do! And look at this one!" The brute wiped the blood-stained snow off the woman's face, revealing her dead features. -- Well? Isn't she beautiful!
The elder couldn't disagree; the woman was indeed striking. But something about her made him uneasy... Suddenly, the "corpse's" eyes opened, and the hulking figure leaning over the body received a punch to the jaw. The Ing touched his chin in confusion as it began to quickly become coated with frost until the savage was completely trapped.
-- Frostbite! -- cried the old man, rushing out of his dwelling. The woman stood up and started towards the same direction, but then saw the child. Leaving him to be torn apart by barbarians would be unwise...

The Ings chased after the fugitive for a long time, and under different circumstances, they undoubtedly would have caught her. But fortunately, during a blizzard on the snowy mountains, Yan'Shi had a significant advantage over the savages who didn't even know how to dress properly.
When it became clear that no one was chasing them anymore, the girl found a cave and carefully laid the child down there. The little girl was alive, but clearly unconscious. Nimrilnil (that’s what the daughter of winter called herself, or maybe she just decided that this was her name) wanted to help her, but had absolutely no idea how. What exactly are people like this small creature? Can they die from the cold? If so, how did this girl end up freezing to death? Nimrilnil couldn't remember any of this, nor whether she had anything to do with the girl's current state. So, what should she do?
At that moment, the daughter of winter felt a light touch on her elbow, and a childish voice said something quietly and indistinctly. It took Nimrilnil a moment, but she understood the words: "You're so warm, almost like Mom." Probably delirious...

Several days passed, and the daughter of winter finally left the cave where the lifeless body lay. Apparently, the baby would never speak again, although all this time, Nimrilnil continued to hope for it. Now what? Perhaps she should find her own kind, those who were like her. Maybe they know the answers to her questions... However, after months of wandering and finding other Yan'Shi, Nimrilnil realized that they didn't really know much either. They still couldn’t convincingly explain to her who humans were or what death was... Although one thing became clear: the question “who are the Yan'Shi?” is probably even more important and complex than the others.

Then came the preparation for the attack on the Ing settlement, followed by the raid itself. Nimrilnil eagerly prepared for this campaign because it was *that* settlement. So, the girl even temporarily abandoned her curiosity and devoted herself entirely to combat training: the other Yan'Shi helped her with this. There weren't many of them, but they were confident in their victory: the enemy wouldn't have time to react before they turned into ice floes. Soon, the nest of aggression will be cleansed. Although the girl had some doubts about the correctness of such actions, remembering that disgusting Ing was enough to dispel them completely. In a few days, her thoughts about how she would crush the brute's head smoothly, as if by magic, turned into reality. And then another, and another... The warm blood from their brains unpleasantly burned her hand, but she couldn't stop: kill them, or they will kill you; there is no third option. One more blow, and another blow...

There wasn't a single warrior left in the entire settlement, and the children of winter raised their weapons in triumph. Only then did Nimrilnil realize what they had done: many of these large monsters had small, but generally harmless copies. The Ing children needed food and warmth, but how could they get all of this? It turns out they were doomed to die, just like that girl. And what could Nimrilnil do now? Or maybe death isn't so bad after all? After all, if a person or Yan'Shi dies here, doesn't that mean there won't be a place for him somewhere else, right? Or does it?

Soon, Nimrilnil separated from her tribe. She desperately wanted to find answers to her questions, and within the tribe, she was told that others were already working on it. A group of Yan'Shi explored the north in search of any clues about their origins. There, Nimrilnil met Sit'Al, a very powerful mage-Yan'Shi who shared their interest. After some time, Nimrilnil and Sit'Al received an assignment to explore the south instead of the north. It seemed strange to study the children of winter in such a place, but the leaders clearly had their reasons regarding what information could be found there. Nimrilnil didn't argue – perhaps the group already knew something. She would be glad to learn the answers, no matter how and when.
Origin:
Yan'Shi.
Immune to cold spells; their magic of this type is twice as effective; resistance to cold for all surrounding characters is reduced by 1% * spell power (except for the character itself and other Yan'Shi); Yan'Shi deals damage to all enemies around them equal to spell power each turn; any attack made by the character in melee combat can inflict a freeze effect on the opponent for one turn and will always deal +30% extra cold damage. Immune to mind-affecting effects. The character does not need air (they cannot drown, die from lack of air, etc.). Receives 50% more fire damage. Free specialization in cold magic (without a free skill).

Characteristics:
Strength -- 20
Endurance -- 14
Agility -- 17
Perception -- 7
Speed -- 7
Willpower -- 14
Wisdom -- 11

Skills:

Two-Handed Weapon

Rank 1. Removes penalty when using two-handed weapons.
Rank 2. Each point of strength increases hit chance by 1.
Rank 3. Every successful hit has a chance (strength * 2.5) to paralyze the opponent for one turn.
Rank 4. Chance to inflict critical damage (strength).
Charge. The character instantly covers the distance between themselves and their target. 2 Action Points.
Whirlwind. Deals damage to all enemies standing around. 3 Action Points.

Cold Magic

Ice Armor. Selected character gains 40% resistance to damage. Lasts 10 turns.

Additional Skills
Second Wind. The character can revive once (doesn't work in all cases).

Inventory: Two-handed hammer "Grad", light Yan'Shi armor (leather with metal inserts, or whatever they are made of?), amulet of blizzard (+to initiative), money, potions for mana and health (quantity at GM's discretion).

Blyaka-paladin is here.

Another military campaign against the non-humans ended in the rout of the Kalevritian army. Bloodied, exhausted, tormented, and broken in spirit, the warriors who managed to survive this carnage and return home stopped for the night near a small settlement. Raphael was among them. A noble Knight, son of a distinguished man, he sat by his warhorse, filthy and smelling of stench, with his head bowed. The warrior replayed everything that had happened to him and his comrades in his mind. How they fell into an ambush, how desperately they tried to fight back, how shamefully they retreated to save their wretched lives. Words and thoughts of triumph and victory over the cursed non-humans, which had flowed like a river from the warriors' lips and swarmed in their heads at the start of the campaign, now seemed ridiculous and naive. Raphael wondered why the Lord had not helped them, had not warned them, or granted His blessing. Involuntarily blaming the Lord for their defeat, he suddenly stopped himself, realizing what a terrible and foul thought had entered his foolish head. The Knight immediately fell to his knees and began to beg God for forgiveness. It was an impermissible audacity to think that God was responsible for their failure. The warriors could only blame themselves. God had abandoned them because they were sinners. For their sins, God punished His warriors by turning away from them. Raphael began to pray for all the surviving warriors and asked the Lord to forgive their sins. He also prayed that the Lord would accept the souls of the fallen.
From early childhood, Raphael was taught to love God, to hold the holy commandments of a righteous life sacred, and never to deviate from them. At the age of seventeen, on the advice of his mentor and teacher of church literacy, young Raphael entered a military-monastic order of knights, took a vow of chastity, renounced his father's inheritance, and left home forever to serve the Lord. In the monastery, the young man felt the heavy burden he had placed upon his shoulders. And while combat training, learning the art of war, and memorizing holy scripture came easily to him, subduing his body was a great struggle. Women and thoughts of them—that is what gave the young warrior-monk no peace. Hour after hour, Raphael sinned in his thoughts, and from time to time, he even indulged in masturbation. He hated himself for it, sincerely repenting every time and asking the Lord's forgiveness for the sin committed. He courageously endured the punishments he received each time he confessed his actions to the abbot. Scars on his hands and forearms—evidence of the taming of the flesh—remained from those times. Raphael had many scars on his back as well; following the abbot's advice, Crostandi punished himself after committing a sin. Over time, the warrior managed to conquer lust and was rid of foul thoughts for a long while. But what happened to him early one morning in the small village where the defeated warriors stopped wiped out all his efforts and sufferings.

Early morning. Raphael had not slept all night. He prayed incessantly, trying to lift his spirit and prevent despondency from seizing his mind. The Knight took an empty bucket and went to the local well to draw water for his horse. Tired and exhausted by the sleepless night, he trudged slowly toward the source without raising his eyes. When he finally reached it, he saw her—the daughter of a local peasant. A young innocent girl of about fifteen in a simple dress that already revealed non-girlish curves. A slightly tanned face with blue eyes, plump lips, a neat straight nose, and long blonde hair tied in a ponytail with a blue ribbon. She was beautiful.
- Good morning, noble Knight, - she spoke in a gentle voice, smiling. - Let me help you water your horse. You must be tired after the long campaign.
Raphael lost his power of speech. At that moment, a chill ran through his body, and all the foul thoughts that had once haunted him returned at once. And the central figure of these foul thoughts was the young person standing before him offering her help.
- Is everything alright with you? - the girl asked.
In the instant between the girl's first and subsequent words, the warrior managed to sin with her in his thoughts as he had never sinned with anyone. With an incredible effort of will, he managed to stifle the obscenity in his head and replied in an uncertain voice.
- I'm fine.
- Then give me your bucket, - she approached him and took the bucket, touching his hands with her tender little hands, which had not yet grown rough from working in the fields.
This was the final blow. Raphael trembled. While she drew water and they walked toward his horse, he mentally considered his terrible plan, all while continuing to quietly mutter a passage from the evening prayer: "And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil... and lead us not into temptation, and lead us not into temptation, and lead us not into temptation..."
- Are you praying? - the girl's voice suddenly rang out. - And what prayer is that? My father only taught me one. I would learn others, too. But I don't know how to read. And we have no scriptures.
Raphael did not answer. At that moment, a passage from scripture came back to him, and he heard the voice of the abbot sternly pronouncing these words while striking Raphael's hands with a whip: "More bitter than death is woman, for she is a snare, and her heart is a net, her hands are chains; he who is good before God shall be delivered from her, but the sinner shall be captured by her. The sinner shall be captured by her, the sinner shall be captured by her, the sinner shall be captured by her..."
- Why are you silent? - the girl asked, bringing Raphael out of his stupor.
- I... I...
- And do you know how to read?
- Yes... - the Knight said in a trembling voice.
- Teach me! Please! - she begged, placing the bucket of water next to the Knight's horse.
- That takes a lot of time... we are leaving soon...
- Oh please! I learn quickly.
The abbot's voice faded. Raphael hurriedly pulled a worn scripture from his bag, grabbed the girl by the hand, and led her toward the mill that was visible in the distance.
- Will you teach me to read? - the girl asked joyfully.
- Yes, I will.
- But why are we going to the mill? Let's go to my house; I'll introduce you to my father and brothers.
- No. We will be disturbed in the house.
- All right. Then I'll take you home after you teach me.
Raphael began to mutter a passage from the evening prayer again, but it no longer helped. He could no longer do anything about himself. His body did not obey him, intending to do that which he would regret for the rest of his days.
The Knight led the girl into the mill, gave her the book, and propped the door shut with sacks of grain.
- What are you doing? - the peasant girl asked in surprise.
But the Knight did not answer. He approached the girl, placed his trembling hand on her neck, and slowly lowered it to her chest. The blue eyes of the naive maiden widened, and understanding the noble warrior's intentions, she dropped the scripture and screamed. But Raphael covered her mouth with his hand and pressed her against the wall. Besides, the mill was far from anyone who could help. He tore the blue ribbon from her hair, ripped her dress to the bottom with one movement of his hand, fell to his knees, and pressed his face against her bare body. Her fair and tender skin smelled of wheat and milk.
- I beg you, in the name of the Lord, do not do this! - she spoke in a pleading voice.
- Forgive me, Lord, - Raphael whispered and threw the girl to the floor.
The peasant girl first tried to resist, but soon realized the futility of her attempts to break free from the strong Knight's hands. As Raphael raped the girl, he incessantly repeated: "Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord". Her face, filled with fear and pain, would be forever etched in his memory. When the Knight finished, he fell to his knees, wept, and began to pray. Meanwhile, the girl, covering herself with her torn dress which showed blood, pressed against the wall and sobbed loudly. Her sobbing unsettled Raphael, and in a rage, he rushed at her screaming.
- Shut up, you cursed whore! If it weren't for you, this wouldn't have happened! - he shouted and struck her across the face. - Good God! What am I doing! Lord...
Raphael began to slowly sober up and realize what he had done. Without thinking long, he grabbed the scripture and the blue ribbon lying on the floor. The Knight raced toward his horse as fast as he could. Saying nothing and not answering the questions of his comrades, he quickly gathered all his things and supplies, saddled his horse, and rode away.

Characteristics:
Strength – 20
Endurance – 19
Agility – 12
Perception – 7
Speed – 12
Willpower – 7
Wisdom – 13

Kalevritia. Non-humans take double damage, magic resistance is doubled.

Paladin

Faith. Protects the character from any effects on the mind (passive ability).

Two-handed weapon

1st rank.Removes the penalty when using a two-handed weapon. 2nd rank. Each unit of strength increases the accuracy parameter by 1 3rd rank.Each successful hit has a chance (strength*2.5) to paralyze the opponent for one turn. 4th rank.A chance to deal critical damage is acquired (strength) 5th rank.Chance to deal a hit with triple damage (strength). 6th rank.The character performs an attack beyond the limit on opponents passing by, as well as on opponents standing in adjacent cells but attacking another target.

Equipment: blessed two-handed sword, short one-handed sword, simple knife, chainmail armor, blessed whip with three tails, scripture, half a bag from the sale of the horse, the girl's blue ribbon.

They created a squad of paladins, each with their own quirks.

It seems that the idea of a Calverite squad is slowly but surely becoming a reality.

Someone has to eliminate the non-humans.