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[Patrick Hunt]

(( No worries I can be patient. ))

[WhitiusOpus]

((I'll join the waitlist and have a bio ready whenever you are.))

[Comrade P.]

((Throw it in. I need to think out a start for ya based on bio. You may posy some preferences on that. And don't forget your inventory.))

[UltraValican]

Interesting. So at your level of experience, how much could you materialize if you went all out? Do different materials have a different "value"?

[Comrade P.]

Patrick Hunt
((Well, this update won't be so long. But i found out a way to entertain you and me.))
Since your messengers arenot having such a fancy car, you guess that you'll stay here for a week or two. More like two. Still, that'll play on your side - maybe more folks will join you.
When you wander around, you find a nice inn, and it's owner offers you a free room - he says he was at the square when you made you speech, and that is the least compensation he can offer being a human inn-holder. You accept that. It would be foolish to refuse, since the man spoke sincerely.
As the time passes, the rumor about you spreads the Castle. More and more folks knock youк door and ask if there is a place for them. They come at any time of day and night, signing to your improvised Liberation Squad, as they call it.
When another knock-knock hits you door at 4 a.m., you are not even surprised. You do not put the lights on, for you do not need it, and you think you'll just send vsitor to come back in daytime, like you've used to do. You put on your longcoat oveer your armor, which is your recognisable trait, and open the door.
There stands a dark figure in dark clothes you have never seen before. You can't see face because it is hided with a half-mask of the same cloth. No time to look at it anymore, unfortunately - it fucking stabs you with a long dagger of dark steel! By my mercyful willing pure luck you evade this lunge by jumping inside your apartment. Well, I presume you'll give him - her, it? - a fight? You may name some details you wish, but in general...

UltraValican
 - Well, I can produce enough to last a day. But, as you guessed yourself, different materials have different costs. And things once lived - wood, food etc. are the most expensive ones. Try to create a copy of your pistol. Yoeah, it works like that - you know how it is assembled, so you can imagine it and fill it with metal entity. You'll see, that would be much easier.

[Patrick Hunt]

(( Uhm can I ask how sending messengers turned into an assassin who reminds me distinctly of a dark elf. ))

Slam the door closed, if I manage to do so draw my bow and wait for the enemy to come through it to shoot him.

If I fail to close the door step back and draw knife in 1 hand and mace in the other then attack the assassin.

Shout loudly for help.


" Who are you, what do you want with me? "

[UltraValican]

Remember the steps you went through to reassemble my gun. Go through the steps in my head as you focus magic into my hand

[Comrade P.]

Patrick Hunt
((Remember that colonel you killed and looted? Looks like had someone who now wishes to revenge him. And I'll just say that is not a dark elf.))

It seems that he-she-it just ignores your words and jumps on you as only you dodge the first lunge - looks like talk is not the way you act right now. It makes another lunge at you as you draw your weapons.
[you now will fight duel-style - your roll on the right, his on the left, the winner hits the target, the residual is hardness of damage]
[5 vs 2] He scratches your forearm - you now understand that his blade penetrates your armor like a sharp knife penetrates butter
[4 vs 1] A red line crosses your chest - that is not critical. Yet.
[2 vs 2] You block his last attack and [6 vs 2] [your yells are ceased by that action] get punched in your chest so hard that you fly away across the room. It approaches you in a blinktime and [2 vs 6] you punch him back so hard that it flies away itself now. You have a second to gather thoughts. Or begin yelling again.

UltraValican
[2+1] You really try hard, but it seems you forgot a detail or two and do not remember all the sizes properly, so the one you made seem to have only semi-auto mode and has lesser caliber. Well, not bad for the first time. However, you feel not much more tired than before.

 - Wow. I'm impressed, actually. i didn't managed to make a complicate object at all at the first time. And on second time. And on third time...

You have to stop him, because he looks like a man descending to his memories.

[Patrick Hunt]

If I reach him before he can recover stab and mace him to death, if I don't then yell, draw bow and shoot him while he's getting up.

[Comrade P.]

You draw your bow and push the bowsting with an arrow to shoot him but... wait, where's it? Ah here it is! Behind ya!
[-1 for holding bow in your hands instead of melee weaponry which is now under your feet]
[1 vs 1-1] What happens next is ridiculous. You both fall - he stumbles for some reason, you slip in a small amount of youк blood on the floor.
[2 vs 5-1] But you stand up first and target him with a bow, but his figure is uncertain in shadows even for your sharp sight. You miss.
[1 vs 5-1] You take aim and shoot again at the figure while it tries to evade you while standing up, and... nail it's cloak edge to the floor.
[4 vs 5-1] It makes an attempt to fight you from the place with it's knife, and cuts your bow in two parts, but your last effort ща pushing your bow with a knife in it up disarms him - the knife stucks in ceiling. You now both disarmed, but he is stuck in a place for a bit, so it gives you another second to think.

((Well, you changed your post while I was writing an update.))

[Patrick Hunt]

Draw the colonels saber from my hip and gut him while he can't move.

(( I had edited my action, but no matter basically the exact same situation anyway. ))

[Comrade P.]

Patrick Hunt
You draw your saber and as a continuation of this movement make a slash - but it seem to be prepared as well and draws a shorter dagger from the folds of his cloak.
[now he has -1 because he is stuck]
[3-1 vs 4] He hardly parries your mighty slash, but he does.
[4-1 vs 6] You attack him once more, and he gots a small slice of his leg cut, but you occasionally have cut the edge that holded him.
[4 vs 1] Usingyour position right after of your previous swing it jumps on your back while you are still a bit inclined forward with your upper body and extracts it's saber from thу ceiling above you, making a jump and landing behind you.
[6 vs 4] It attacks you from the back, but you turn just in time to block it. [6 vs 1] But it manages to cut your left hand off entirely by some complicated manuver.
[You're now bleeding]
[2 vs 2] You manage to block his next attack with your remaining hand, to his surprise [1 vs 6] and repay him properly by a swift chop which cuts his throat badly.
He drops his weapons and falls down, bleeding with horrible speed.

You guess you need to fix your wound up, too.
[you now have -1 to your actions because of bloodloss]
You'd better stop it.

[Patrick Hunt]

Go downstairs, ask the barkeeper to find me the best doctor in town and to call for my men immediately. Tell him he'll be well compensated for his help.

[Comrade P.]

Patrick Hunt
As you walk out of your room and go to the main hall, you see why noone came when you yelled. The doors in all the rooms of the floor are opened, and you see people lying in their beds somewhere. Something red is dropping from the head parts of the couches - and you guess what is it. You enter the main hall - inn-holder and bartender both lie dead in a bit aside of the opened front door.
Looks like assasin took quiet preparations.

[Patrick Hunt]

Look outside to check it's clear, go to the nearest of my mens houses and then ask him to get me a doctor and gather the others. Grab a towel from the bar first and put pressure on my wound to stem the bleeding.