Posts from RPG 2 – The demons are coming!!!

Heard some cursing, though muffled by the crystal.
"...damn it!!! ...and!!! ...it ...took half a year!!! IT WAS ME!!!"
What actions???

I'm joining the game then. :)

1. DungeonLord
2. Assassin of the Mythical Dawn.
3. A tall and strong dark elf, a bloodthirsty killer (merciless to enemies), very agile. Passed all the trials of the assassin academy, was the winner of several tournaments. Fought in many wars of the Shadow League. Mastered chaos magic. Glowing red eyes. Thick black hair reaching approximately to the shoulders. Age 182 years (35 years by human standards)
Clothing- mantle, cloak (with a black dragon emblem), hood of shadows [enchanted] (enchanted with the "invisibility" spell_effect: makes the hero invisible, duration is unlimited, effect can be toggled on and off at will)
4.Weapon- long sword of chaos (main/primary weapon) and a bloody poisonous blade (secondary weapon)
5. First was a fighter at the assassin academy in the Dungeon, then an assassin of the mythical dawn.
6. Previously unknown mythical assassin, born at dawn and extinguishing it, shrouding the world in darkness.
7. He is everywhere and nowhere (he is constantly wandering)

In response to the cursing, the mage became alert and...thought that he had already heard this voice in his head...
Sar, I grant you the right to further autonomous actions

The next day, as soon as I woke up, I went to the mages' tower.
Learning spells is a fairly quick matter. Learning magic — that is what's difficult. To master a school of magic, one must understand its general principle, and that takes years; everything else — that is, specific spells — comes almost by itself after mastering the general principle: one can even invent their own. But, of course, it is much better and more reliable to use ready-made ones...

Somewhere around noon, Dobrynya promised to take me to Torrod, who was supposed to provide me with my "horse"... What kind of horse it was and why Lord Novizard pronounced the word with a special intonation, Dobrynya refused to explain, assuring me that it would be a surprise. As an elf, albeit half-elf, I naturally love surprises... But I love surprises that I already know something about! Generally speaking, I even thought about running away on that very horse, or perhaps on my own two feet — regardless, getting into the fray — which is exactly where the lord was sending me, if it was somehow related to demons — I don't want to at all; on the other hand, hiding from Novizard would be difficult, and I didn't feel like letting down the one who saved my life.

Recalling the cheerful evening and trying to forget the unhappy day (the beating of citizens by demons cannot be called cheerful), I didn't even notice when I reached the local mages' tower. I knocked on the door...

My friend, what's wrong? What happened? Here is your steel, but something else is more important now. The demons are attacking!