Posts from Nowaru

- So, we'll find out now, - replied the Dungeon dweller, after which he turned to the boy, and they headed to the bank. On the way to the government institution, Kir warned Damien against interacting with people like that bearded man from the store. If a person is interested in dark magic, then he is clearly plotting something evil, and therefore he should be avoided.

no cops are following me. It's my own fault for going to sleep.

Okay, then ask your questions. The Scout doesn't work quite as intended.

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- Then we'll find out now, - replied the Darnian, after which he turned to the boy, and they set off for the bank. On the way to the government institution, Kir warned Damien against communicating with people like that bearded man from the store. If a person is interested in dark magic, then he is clearly plotting something evil, and therefore he should be kept away.

On the way to the bank, the boy asked his mentor if people use dark magic for good.

- I'm very pleased to hear that too. Obviously, you are well aware of why I am here, so you can probably suggest some options.

Meltaret turned and looked at the woman who had called out to him, his gaze distant. He had walked past her as he headed towards the door, not paying much attention, assuming she was just a servant. But now he saw that she was clearly not a servant – her appearance was distinctly otherworldly, and her clothing resembled that of a bandit. Moreover, the Melkorian was certain that servants did not carry a saber and a firearm.
- Who are you? I need to speak to the owner of this house. Can you speak on her behalf?

On their way to the bank, the boy asked his mentor if people ever use dark magic for good.

- Exceptions exist in everything, and this is no different. But you know who usually uses this magic and what kind of people live in Ishanad; we've already talked about it. You can only trust a dark sorcerer if you know him very well, or if he's your friend, although even in such cases, I would remain vigilant. If you need to be cautious with ordinary people, you should be even more so with these types.

- The pleasure is all mine. Obviously, you are well aware of why I am here, so you can probably suggest some options.

[From here on, there will be some CONVENTIONS. That is, it is clear that 50 people should not sail to colonize, but it is difficult to implement a "real" number within the mechanics.]

- Undoubtedly. I have fast and maneuverable ships, if you need spacious trading vessels, there are even warships, but before we move on to discussing the details of this deal, let me make you a more advantageous offer. Are you interested?

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- Exceptions exist in everything, and even in this case, there may be one. But you know who usually uses this magic and what kind of people live in Ishanad; we have already talked about this before. A dark sorcerer can only be trusted if you know him very well, or he is your friend, although even in such cases, I would remain vigilant. If one should be wary of ordinary people, then even more so with such individuals.

Kira's little monologue ended just as they both approached the Illian bank. The boy understood everything, or pretended to understand.
Exchange Rate
Gold
Sell 1 for 550
Buy 1 for 450
Silver
Sell for 12
Buy for 8

Meltaret turned and looked at the woman who had called out to him with a detached expression. He had walked past her as he headed towards the door, but hadn't paid much attention, assuming she was just a servant. But now he saw that she was clearly not a servant – her appearance was distinctly otherworldly, and her clothes resembled those of a bandit. Moreover, the Melkorian was sure that servants didn't carry a saber and a firearm.
- Who are you? I need to speak to the owner of this house. Can you speak on her behalf?

-My name is Adilika, and I'm so glad to meet you! - the bandit smiled broadly. - Mirusha and I haven't known each other for very long, but we've already become very close friends. Tell me what happened, and we will definitely, definitely help you!

if that hero was a girl in real life, I would be friends with him.

- Is that how it is? Fine. But I don't have much time. - The fugitive decided to trust this strange woman; he didn't have many other options. - I am Meltharet. Right now, the city guard is searching for me everywhere. I struck the legion commander when he suddenly decided to run me through with his sword in the middle of a peaceful conversation. I haven't done anything else wrong here. Can I hide in your house? Just for a little while, I hope... Someone will be coming after me.

The city guard is searching for me everywhere.

Get away from me, you leper!

go together to the police station so they can arrest the whole gang.

x)

On the third floor of a modest country estate, a bald young man was packing his things, intending to travel somewhere far away.
- Where do you think you're going? - a stern voice sounded from behind Ebon.
Ebon turned around, took a deep breath, opened his mouth to answer, but uttered nothing; instead, he pointed with his right hand somewhere forward, then paused in thought, brought his hand to his chin, pointed left with the other hand, removed the right hand from his chin and scratched the back of his head with it, pointed right with his left hand, wanted to say something, but another question from the same man stopped him.
- You're mocking me as usual, aren't you?
- Dad...
- Don't call me that! That is how commoners speak. You've picked up all sorts of things from them. Thank Arcadia that you haven't caught some disease yet. How many times have I told you not to associate with them? You should have finally started helping me manage the lands. You spend your whole day doing useless nonsense. Why did I raise you? So you could play with knives, carve those stupid figurines, smoke that filth of yours and consort with village fools? Silent? As usual. Listen to me, son, if you...
Before the man could finish, he suddenly fell into a deep sleep and began to fall, but Ebon managed to catch him and gently lay him on the floor, humming a song.
- Fall asleep in my arms, fall asleep, fall asleep to the singing of the rain, far away, where the edge of the sky ends, I will find the lost paradise.
Ebon placed a pillow under his father's head, put some scroll into his hand and left the room. Going downstairs, Tararam slapped the buttocks of a young maid, who blushed and became embarrassed as usual; he said goodbye to her and crossed the threshold of his home for the last time.

Ebon Tararam was born into the family of a moderately wealthy landowner. His father was a stern but fair lord. He always treated the people who worked for him well, though he felt no particular love or affection for them. Being the firstborn, Ebon did not lack attention from his parents, who put all their effort into raising him to be a worthy person, but something went wrong.
Expressing a desire to study at the Academy of Sorcery, Ebon nevertheless gained a reputation as a poor student. No, he wasn't stupid; he was simply lazy, inattentive, constantly had his head in the clouds and thought slowly. And although many teachers saw talent and potential for growth in him, Tararam never utilized that potential. Instead of studying magic, Ebon did whatever interested him at any given moment and read various clever books that were completely useless in practical terms. Also, he loved to smoke a very good herb. Really very good. Having barely finished basic training, Ebon returned home, where he continued to engage in the useless nonsense that he enjoyed. But one day, a new book came into his hands titled: “Elulu-Suen. Awakening”.

- Ebon, traveling far? - an old man working in the field addressed Tararam as he rode by on horseback.
- Getting out of this wonderful continent!
- Heh, look what you've planned. With some kind of, what is it, calunizator bush?
- Something like that. I'll jump onto someone's ship and head to some quiet little island. Far away from here.
- But what about your dad, surely you won't leave the old man alone?
- Don't worry about him; my younger brothers will grow up in ten years or so and help him. He'll actually be glad to forget about me.
- Oh, you! Well alright, everyone has their own path. Be well then, may Arcadia help you.
- And stay healthy, Bolan, farewell.

Origin: Ilinar.

Teaching: Elulu-Suen.
Passive
* +3 to all characteristics.
* +4 DR
* +1 MP
* +1 HP

Characteristics:
Strength - 15
Endurance - 20
Agility - 18
Perception - 25
Intelligence - 30
Magic - 30

Talents:

Military Craft

Composure
MEN +(2*intelligence). (1)

Literate

Alchemist
During character creation, the player can create 3(I:20)/4(I:30)/5(I:40)/6(I:50) potion recipes that they will use in further gameplay. (2) (1)

Assassin

Feign Death
The character can pretend to be dead (agility*2 vs target perception). (1)
Knife Throwing
The character is trained in throwing knives; range - 7.
Damage: (perception/2)% of target's max hp. A critical hit deals fourfold damage. (1)

Guns

Arquebusier
The character is trained to use firearms. (1)
Seasoned Shooter
ACC +60% (3)

Paladin

Righteousness
The Paladin restores 15% health every turn (1)

Fire Magic

Flash (1)

Lightning Magic

Teleportation (1)

Creation Magic

Healing
Restores (magic power/100) health units per one unit of magic energy.

Ishanad

Dreams (1)
The selected character falls into a state of deep sleep. In case of success, the caster can impose certain thoughts and ideas on the victim.

Potion Recipes: Loser's Potion - a few drops of this potion have a strong aphrodisiac effect on female specimens. Relaxation Potion - causes severe stomach upset. Agility Potion - increases character agility by n points (let Revan decide how many). Master Shooter's Potion - an additional shot for the arquebus for n (similarly to previous) number of turns.

Equipment: clothing as in the picture; quality arquebus; quality one-handed sword; quality hunting knife; ten quality throwing knives; a small pouch with quality gold; wood carving knife; small mirror; small wooden figurine of a strange beast; two snuffboxes with good herb; a couple of health and magic energy potions; talisman on the neck; a couple of interesting books.

No need to introduce him into the game yet, I'll wait until Shushuk dies.

-Is that so? Alright. But I don't have much time. - The fugitive decided to trust this strange woman; he didn't really have many other options. - I'm Meltaret. Right now, the city guard is searching for me everywhere. I struck the legion's commander when he suddenly decided to run me through with his sword in the middle of a peaceful conversation. I haven't done anything else wrong here. Can I hide in your house? Just for a little while, I hope... I owe someone a debt.

-Oh, what a horror! - Adilika exclaimed, throwing her hands up. -Can our brave commanders really just attack innocent residents of the city like that? Oh, what's going on, what's going on. Well, don't worry, you're incredibly lucky! We provide free shelter to any refugee here! The main thing is to wait for Mirushi; she will definitely help us. And who was that commander?

"That sounds strange. He has blood on his hands."
- I'm listening carefully.

- I will resolve your vehicle-related issue independently and at my own expense. You assemble your team, and I will provide you with the ship or ships you need. And all of this will be completely free.