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Grimdark.

The absence of health potions increases the chance of spells succeeding. It's meant to make things challenging not just for mages.

Like, so that light magic is at least somewhat viable.

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The next attack against him will deal five times the damage.

Does this apply to spells? If so, does it apply to all spells, or only to the previously mentioned fist with hail?

only on the aforementioned fist with hail

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Do the percentage bonuses to health from skills apply simultaneously with the stamina modifier, or afterward?

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Ruin
Can be applied directly to an enemy, or to a weapon/shield/armor. When applied to a character, they receive -50% to damage, accuracy, and evasion; the item will be destroyed. R. 100. 60%. x8

If applied to an item, is a magic power roll required?

First, the base value is multiplied by endurance, and then by skills. The same applies to damage: base * strength, then skills.

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If it's applied to an item, does it not require a magic power roll?

It does require one.

Does life drain, Death Grip, or ice magic work on undead?

No.

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No, stop, the ice one works, but less effectively.

I might tweak something else later. Or maybe not. I won't wait for the gods and the plot anymore.
I didn't notice that the cost was 2 gold, so I'll fix it later.



The old tavern was located right at the edge of a barren hill, overgrown with sparse greenery and young shrubs. Somewhere to the north, in the shade of a small hill, stood a dilapidated village, to which a sandy path wound like a snake. The tavern was noisy and smelled of fragrant beer, and many brave travelers and courageous adventurers found refuge here from the scorching heat and the blazing rays of the summer sun. On the left side of the establishment, a stable was built, and on the right, a granary with grain and a barn with hay. The light wooden roof of the building reliably protected against the refreshing coolness, preventing the heat from entering the structure.
-Well, so, are the winters really harsh here? - asked a man in worn gray shirt to his companion. The gloomy-looking, light-bearded giant simply smiled kindly, took a sip from his mug, and stretched out dreamily on the bench, resting his cheek on his fist and extending his legs.
-There are cold winters, what can you do about it. - came the belated answer.
-And what, are the frosts so severe that the body freezes to the bone, the skin dies, and the heart stops in the chest? - the man continued, looking with undisguised interest at the relaxed Dagorian.
-That happens too. - the giant nodded calmly.
-And is it true that your, uh, king...
-Tsar. - Всеволод corrected his companion.
-Yes, that the Tsar takes a huge tribute from you, bathes in gold, and you live in your huts all your life and don't see the light of day? - the questioner smirked.
-That's nonsense. - the Dagorian, unexpectedly angered, slammed his fist on the table, causing it to creak noticeably. A frightening silence fell in the room. Having drained his mug in one mighty gulp, Всеволод wiped his beard and mustache and glared at the stunned man. -When the Tsar-Father deigns to demand money, it is for our good. God knows, we don't need so much money. As they say, greed and evil come with wealth. Our Tsar, may God grant him good health, takes care of his loyal subjects, saves us, so to speak, from sin and vice. As for the rest, you understand, this wonderful drink is made from our hops and barley, grown in our fields, and grown by our hands. That's what it is. - the giant finished his monologue meaningfully.
-A... uh... - the man mumbled, trying to formulate another question.
-Eh, you're a bit of a simpleton. - Всеволод softened and patted his companion on the shoulder. -In curiosity, as they say, there is no truth. My father told me that, may he rest in peace. And my father's father told him that, may he rest in peace. And my great-grandfather told my grandfather that, may he rest in peace. So, listen, if you're interested. - He didn't let the man say a word, after which, like an experienced storyteller, he paused briefly and took a deep breath. The other visitors in the tavern were distracted from their everyday conversations and stared at the giant, ready to listen to every word that came from his lips.
-So, I was born, I think, in the spring. - Всеволод scratched his head thoughtfully. -But I can't say for sure, my mother, may God grant her good health, said that the snow had just begun to melt, and nature seemed to be blooming. And when I was just born, imagine, on that very day, beautiful flowers, snowdrops, grew in our yard, and the frost began to recede. Well, then I grew up, I was the sixth in order, but the first in strength. Yes, God gave me great health, there is no arguing with that. Then I helped my father in the forge, holding the tongs, running for water from the well, and then I started working myself.
-So, you're a blacksmith? - the man asked.
-That's right. - the giant nodded. -But you better listen, this story is also instructive. So, I grew up, mastered the craft, found a bride. Her name is Marya, she's waiting for me now, all alone. Then, a war broke out, where my brothers and father, may they rest in peace, gave their souls to God. I was left with my beloved sisters, my beautiful wife, and my dearest mother. Well, it was very difficult to cope alone. I strained my back, broke my leg, and almost lost my life. Now it's easier, my sisters have gotten married, and my mother and wife decided to move to the city.
-And are you going to move to the city with them? - someone asked from behind the giant.
-I lived there. Why not live there, it's easier and more interesting. But it wasn't for me. I'm used to living in the village, getting up early, going to the well, then to the garden, then to the forge, but there... - Всеволод waved his hand sadly. -And then everything spun around, like a blizzard in a harsh winter, and now I'm here. That's the story. - the light-bearded man finished, looking proudly at the visitors in the tavern.
-Ah, uh, I didn't quite understand. - the man, who had been silent for a long time, coughed politely. -What's the moral of your fable, the instructive part? You told us how you ended up here, but what's the meaning here?
-Eh, you're a real simpleton. - Всеволод laughed loudly, then shouted for another beer. -Well, if that's the case, I'll help you with that. Listen again. So, I was born...


Characteristics:
Strength 14
Endurance 20
Agility 15
Intelligence 8
Willpower 8
Luck 8

Racial Traits:
Giant
+2 to base health per point of endurance


Skills:

Parry 1
A chance to parry enemy attacks is acquired. Depends on weapon type and agility. Cannot parry more than (agility/5) attacks per round. x8

Juggernaut
Chance to dodge is reduced to zero, damage is increased by 50%, health is increased by 100. x18

Defender
+25% to dodge, block, parry, and health. x12

Shield 1
After parrying an attack, a shield strike is performed, dealing 15 damage and having a chance (strength) to paralyze the enemy for 1 turn. The character completes each series of attacks with a shield strike with similar properties. x10
Shield 2
Block chance x1.5 x16

Blacksmith 1
Can repair armor and weapons. x4(5)
Blacksmith 2
Can create and improve weapons and armor. Requires a forge. x10(13)


Inventory:
Blacksmith's hammer (one-handed), shield, heavy armor, small savings.

-Yeah, so the king basically takes a huge tribute from you, bathes in gold himself, while you live in your huts all your life and don't see the light of day? - the questioner smirked.
-But that's nonsense. - The Dagor suddenly got angry and slammed his fist on the table, causing it to creak noticeably. An eerie silence fell in the room. After draining his mug in one mighty gulp, Vsevolod wiped his beard and mustache and glared at the stunned little man. -If the king-father deigns to demand money, then it is for our benefit. God knows, we don't need so much money anyway. As they say, wealth breeds greed and evil. Our king, may God grant him good health, cares about his loyal subjects and protects us, so to speak, from sin and vice. As for the rest, you understand, this wonderful drink is made from our hops and barley, grown in our fields, and cultivated by our hands. That's what it is.

How well he put it...

Alex, is blood magic some kind of special technique used by certain mages, or is it something innate? Can you use not only your own blood, but also the blood of other people?

Special technique; cannot be used on enemy units.

Why can't mana be used then? Or, does using such magic even once render the traditional approach ineffective? Or is there some kind of ritual that must be performed before a mage can use their blood for spellcasting?

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Mage (class available only to illithids, lerbergians, liarums, dagorians, todalians, vilasundians, arifians, justads, and werewolves).

Alex, instead of quickly expanding the list of races that can use magic, wouldn't it be easier to remove the race restriction altogether? Perhaps except for your paladins. Also, you're making these changes very discreetly; I personally discovered by chance that dagorians can now use magic. And I discovered the abilities of the liarums shortly before Nebok posted about it. And, by the way, you forgot to mention the ratlings.

Fixed it, overall. Too bad I couldn't manage to pump up even a little bit of magic resistance, but oh well, you can buff it there if needed.

Okay, fine, you can buff them there if needed.

My buffs won't help against the tornado. Actually, resistance wouldn't help either. Nothing helps against a tornado.