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Yes, it’s not easy to come up with something new for a game that has already been made a million times.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
Happy Life
Posts from Grayson Islands
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Happy Life
Arandor
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Why even bother creating something new for an expansion?
Be strong. Believe
Ment
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Normal people were a rare sight...
Happy Life
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Why even bother coming up with something new for an expansion?
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
Небо
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There is nothing new under the sun.
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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Ple-Sen
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There is nothing new under the sun.
Siverfale
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Even in the FAQ, there are only a limited number of articles...
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
Драккошка
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Arz has a great champion, 10/10.
А, вот почему.
🏹🎪+⛓️♿=💕
🏹🎪+⛓️♿=💕
Happy Life
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Nebok, hurry up and get to the forum, and answer my questions! :'-(
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
Heroist
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^
Whatever
Граф Орлов
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Stavros
Hysteosia, territory of the Flesh-Snatcher clan, home of Argiros, a great warrior and the second most powerful man in the clan. Argiros sits on his throne surrounded by beautiful slaves, drinking wine from a skull-cup, trampling a wretched slave with his heavy boots. Two burly Hysteosians forcibly drag a young man of about twenty into the hall, beating him mercilessly. Argiros rises from his throne, kicks the slave, approaches the youth, and strikes him across the face. The Hysteosians laugh.
-- Well, what shall we do with you, nephew?! – Argiros begins the conversation.
The youth remains silent and looks defiantly at his uncle. For this defiance, he receives a heavy boot to the ribs. The Hysteosians laugh again.
-- What did I even do?
-- Oh, what did you do?! What did you do? Perhaps you, brainless dog, fucked, killed, and then partially ate the daughter of the chief of a neighboring clan?!
-- And so what?
The aforementioned boot slams into his solar plexus again; the boy's vision darkens, and his defiance vanishes.
-- Come on... It's not the first time we've done this.
-- You are just as stupid and uncontrollable as your father. Only he was a great warrior, while you are more like a petty bandit. When you and your cronies do something to people from small clans, we approve, because they wouldn't dare rise against us anyway. But it is time to understand that not everyone can be treated this way.
-- Give it a rest. Are we really afraid of those white lizard worshippers?
-- This is not cowardice; it is prudence. But that is not what we are discussing now. I think they already know perfectly well whose handiwork this was. Were you not the son of my late brother, I would have forced you to eat all your own limbs one by one, then put you on a stake and burn you in that state, and the people of the White Dragon clan would have watched it all with pleasure. But I have obligations to your father, so you may gather your crazed crew and sail far away from here. That's it, get out before I change my mind.
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-- Stavros led us on land, Stavros will lead us at sea!
The youth and several dozen others sailed away from the shores of Hysteosia. For the most part, they were similarly young and reckless warriors from prominent families. Argiros's nephew achieved his leadership position not because he was the most noble, but through strength and cruelty. From the age of four, he bullied other children, and once, in a fit of rage, killed one of his peers. Since then, he was respected and feared. And now, despite the fact that it was his own mad adventure that caused their exile, no one dared to stand against the leader.
-- We'll go around the peninsula from the east, and then – course north, -- Stavros commanded.
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After many days of sailing, the ship reached the shores of Lakelia. Due to the need to eat during the voyage and the extreme scarcity of the food supplies they had brought, the crew's numbers were significantly reduced.
The Hysteosians reached a small Lakelian village, where a grey-haired elder came out to meet them.
-- Peace be with you. We are wanderers from the southern lands, -- Stavros began. – We need shelter and food.
-- Wanderers, you say? – The appearance of the Hysteosians did not inspire much trust in the elder. – I hope you have something to pay with, yes? We are poor people; we cannot feed such a crowd for nothing.
-- Of course, -- Stavros smiled. – We will discuss payment tomorrow, alright? Right now, we need rest.
-- Very well, come in.
Until the end of the day, the Hysteosians drank, ate, and rested, and on the eve of night, the villagers saw the wanderers gather together and consult about something.
In the middle of the night, the Hysteosians began to loot the village. The elderly were killed immediately; the more attractive women were claimed as property by the leader and some other warriors. It remained to decide the fate of the children and adult men.
-- You must consider me a savage and a Barbarian, but in reality, I am merciful. – Stavros told the Lakelians. – I am willing to spare you, and moreover – I am ready to give you the right to join our friendly ranks. Who wishes this?
Most expressed their consent.
-- Wonderful! And now – the condition for entry. All you need to do is renounce your wretched god and accept the patronage of Hasheror. And as proof that you are worthy of becoming one of us, you must personally kill and eat one of them, -- Stavros pointed to the bound children. – Well, who is ready?
The number of those wishing to join the Hysteosians dropped sharply. Many looked as if they were about to vomit at the idea.
-- Come on, be brave! Kill, or we kill you!
These words proved a compelling argument. Hesitantly and timidly, the Lakelians began to agree. With trembling hands, they strangled and tore flesh. The Hysteosians laughed and encouraged them.
-- Why are you shaking like a cowardly girl?
-- The heart is the tastiest part!
-- If you want, you can ask for seconds!
Only six Lakelians agreed. All others were killed. Taking everything of value, the Hysteosians and their new friends headed north.
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Several years passed. Stavros transformed from a youth into a man as strong, brave, and cruel as his father had been. His gang wandered from country to country, terrorizing the populations of villages and small towns, looting, killing, and recruiting new accomplices. The size of the group exceeded one hundred and fifty; a substantial reward was announced for the head of every member of the gang. Entire detachments were assembled for the purpose of destroying the group. Sometimes they had to lie low. Stavros's oldest comrades, native Hysteosians, were dissatisfied with this, sometimes even accusing the leader of cowardice, despite the fact that Stavros had fought government troops and defeated them more than once. That is simply how Hysteosians are – there can never be too many battles for them. However, now, after two months of inactivity, Stavros promised them a raid on a Madian city, rivers of blood, and rich loot. They set out at dawn.
At first, everything went exactly according to plan. The crowd of bloodthirsty bandits crushed the few guards without significant losses and burst into the town. Sweeping away everything in their path, they reached the governor's estate. Leaving fifty men outside, Stavros entered with the rest. After eliminating the remaining resistance, the bandits reached the storehouses and treasuries. The Hysteosians immediately began stuffing money and jewelry into their pockets, but those who had recently joined the gang were far more interested in strange bottles labeled "Blue Fairy." Those who drank from these bottles became weak, stupid beasts, unaware of anything around them. Stavros tried in vain to bring them to their senses, appealing to common sense and promising terrible punishments. They only stared at him with empty, meaningless eyes. Then Stavros moved from threats to action and, together with the Hysteosians who had retained their reason, began hacking the addicts to pieces. Having killed everyone and smashed the bottles of devil's brew, they left the estate.
They were waiting for them at the exit. Warriors and mages of Setranomicon surrounded the estate. Many managed to break through the encirclement and escape, but Stavros failed to avoid capture. He could have broken any shackles and slaughtered as many soldiers as he liked, but there was nothing he could do against the hated magic. He was put to sleep and sent to a prison at the foot of the Ryjorvalia mountains. The other captured gang members were executed on the spot.
Despite the fact that about fifty people survived that day, the group fell apart. Without a leader, quarrels over women and money began immediately. No one was able to unite the people again, and almost no one even tried.
Origin: Hysteosia, Flesh-Snatcher clan: +15 Constitution; +10 Strength.
Characteristics:
Constitution: 60
Intelligence: 10
Strength: 56
Dexterity: 30
Speed: 12
Will: 17
Perception: 10
Conviction: Hasheror: the character gains the ability to track/detect an enemy by scent; predatory beasts do not attack the character if he remains inactive; eating the flesh of a killed enemy permanently increases one of the character's characteristics by 1 and restores health
Skills:
One-handed weapon II
Two-handed weapon VI
Stormtrooper
Berserker II
Equipment: two-handed axe
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I might have made a mistake in the calculations, Nebo, correct me if I did.
Hysteosia, territory of the Flesh-Snatcher clan, home of Argiros, a great warrior and the second most powerful man in the clan. Argiros sits on his throne surrounded by beautiful slaves, drinking wine from a skull-cup, trampling a wretched slave with his heavy boots. Two burly Hysteosians forcibly drag a young man of about twenty into the hall, beating him mercilessly. Argiros rises from his throne, kicks the slave, approaches the youth, and strikes him across the face. The Hysteosians laugh.
-- Well, what shall we do with you, nephew?! – Argiros begins the conversation.
The youth remains silent and looks defiantly at his uncle. For this defiance, he receives a heavy boot to the ribs. The Hysteosians laugh again.
-- What did I even do?
-- Oh, what did you do?! What did you do? Perhaps you, brainless dog, fucked, killed, and then partially ate the daughter of the chief of a neighboring clan?!
-- And so what?
The aforementioned boot slams into his solar plexus again; the boy's vision darkens, and his defiance vanishes.
-- Come on... It's not the first time we've done this.
-- You are just as stupid and uncontrollable as your father. Only he was a great warrior, while you are more like a petty bandit. When you and your cronies do something to people from small clans, we approve, because they wouldn't dare rise against us anyway. But it is time to understand that not everyone can be treated this way.
-- Give it a rest. Are we really afraid of those white lizard worshippers?
-- This is not cowardice; it is prudence. But that is not what we are discussing now. I think they already know perfectly well whose handiwork this was. Were you not the son of my late brother, I would have forced you to eat all your own limbs one by one, then put you on a stake and burn you in that state, and the people of the White Dragon clan would have watched it all with pleasure. But I have obligations to your father, so you may gather your crazed crew and sail far away from here. That's it, get out before I change my mind.
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________
-- Stavros led us on land, Stavros will lead us at sea!
The youth and several dozen others sailed away from the shores of Hysteosia. For the most part, they were similarly young and reckless warriors from prominent families. Argiros's nephew achieved his leadership position not because he was the most noble, but through strength and cruelty. From the age of four, he bullied other children, and once, in a fit of rage, killed one of his peers. Since then, he was respected and feared. And now, despite the fact that it was his own mad adventure that caused their exile, no one dared to stand against the leader.
-- We'll go around the peninsula from the east, and then – course north, -- Stavros commanded.
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________
After many days of sailing, the ship reached the shores of Lakelia. Due to the need to eat during the voyage and the extreme scarcity of the food supplies they had brought, the crew's numbers were significantly reduced.
The Hysteosians reached a small Lakelian village, where a grey-haired elder came out to meet them.
-- Peace be with you. We are wanderers from the southern lands, -- Stavros began. – We need shelter and food.
-- Wanderers, you say? – The appearance of the Hysteosians did not inspire much trust in the elder. – I hope you have something to pay with, yes? We are poor people; we cannot feed such a crowd for nothing.
-- Of course, -- Stavros smiled. – We will discuss payment tomorrow, alright? Right now, we need rest.
-- Very well, come in.
Until the end of the day, the Hysteosians drank, ate, and rested, and on the eve of night, the villagers saw the wanderers gather together and consult about something.
In the middle of the night, the Hysteosians began to loot the village. The elderly were killed immediately; the more attractive women were claimed as property by the leader and some other warriors. It remained to decide the fate of the children and adult men.
-- You must consider me a savage and a Barbarian, but in reality, I am merciful. – Stavros told the Lakelians. – I am willing to spare you, and moreover – I am ready to give you the right to join our friendly ranks. Who wishes this?
Most expressed their consent.
-- Wonderful! And now – the condition for entry. All you need to do is renounce your wretched god and accept the patronage of Hasheror. And as proof that you are worthy of becoming one of us, you must personally kill and eat one of them, -- Stavros pointed to the bound children. – Well, who is ready?
The number of those wishing to join the Hysteosians dropped sharply. Many looked as if they were about to vomit at the idea.
-- Come on, be brave! Kill, or we kill you!
These words proved a compelling argument. Hesitantly and timidly, the Lakelians began to agree. With trembling hands, they strangled and tore flesh. The Hysteosians laughed and encouraged them.
-- Why are you shaking like a cowardly girl?
-- The heart is the tastiest part!
-- If you want, you can ask for seconds!
Only six Lakelians agreed. All others were killed. Taking everything of value, the Hysteosians and their new friends headed north.
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Several years passed. Stavros transformed from a youth into a man as strong, brave, and cruel as his father had been. His gang wandered from country to country, terrorizing the populations of villages and small towns, looting, killing, and recruiting new accomplices. The size of the group exceeded one hundred and fifty; a substantial reward was announced for the head of every member of the gang. Entire detachments were assembled for the purpose of destroying the group. Sometimes they had to lie low. Stavros's oldest comrades, native Hysteosians, were dissatisfied with this, sometimes even accusing the leader of cowardice, despite the fact that Stavros had fought government troops and defeated them more than once. That is simply how Hysteosians are – there can never be too many battles for them. However, now, after two months of inactivity, Stavros promised them a raid on a Madian city, rivers of blood, and rich loot. They set out at dawn.
At first, everything went exactly according to plan. The crowd of bloodthirsty bandits crushed the few guards without significant losses and burst into the town. Sweeping away everything in their path, they reached the governor's estate. Leaving fifty men outside, Stavros entered with the rest. After eliminating the remaining resistance, the bandits reached the storehouses and treasuries. The Hysteosians immediately began stuffing money and jewelry into their pockets, but those who had recently joined the gang were far more interested in strange bottles labeled "Blue Fairy." Those who drank from these bottles became weak, stupid beasts, unaware of anything around them. Stavros tried in vain to bring them to their senses, appealing to common sense and promising terrible punishments. They only stared at him with empty, meaningless eyes. Then Stavros moved from threats to action and, together with the Hysteosians who had retained their reason, began hacking the addicts to pieces. Having killed everyone and smashed the bottles of devil's brew, they left the estate.
They were waiting for them at the exit. Warriors and mages of Setranomicon surrounded the estate. Many managed to break through the encirclement and escape, but Stavros failed to avoid capture. He could have broken any shackles and slaughtered as many soldiers as he liked, but there was nothing he could do against the hated magic. He was put to sleep and sent to a prison at the foot of the Ryjorvalia mountains. The other captured gang members were executed on the spot.
Despite the fact that about fifty people survived that day, the group fell apart. Without a leader, quarrels over women and money began immediately. No one was able to unite the people again, and almost no one even tried.
Origin: Hysteosia, Flesh-Snatcher clan: +15 Constitution; +10 Strength.
Characteristics:
Constitution: 60
Intelligence: 10
Strength: 56
Dexterity: 30
Speed: 12
Will: 17
Perception: 10
Conviction: Hasheror: the character gains the ability to track/detect an enemy by scent; predatory beasts do not attack the character if he remains inactive; eating the flesh of a killed enemy permanently increases one of the character's characteristics by 1 and restores health
Skills:
One-handed weapon II
Two-handed weapon VI
Stormtrooper
Berserker II
Equipment: two-handed axe
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I might have made a mistake in the calculations, Nebo, correct me if I did.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
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Siverfale
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Yes, now the company resembles a group of convicts rather than just another expansion where only the character from Arandor turns out to be the villain. Excellent, Alex!
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
Небо
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Alex, you lost 10 points in stats.
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
По вопросам модерации: [email protected]
Arandor
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Let him give them to me.
Be strong. Believe