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[Comrade P.]

((Got a shitload of buisness out there, delayed this update. Here it is.))

Patrick Hunt
- We build our future ourselves, little elf. You cannot do it without outer help, so you do it with any help pssible. That is a right way. But you have to follow it yourself, for Dovah (as dragonborn call themselves in their language - Master's note) have their own.
Saying that, dragonborn ambassador stands up and leaves. You now understand why he was calling you "little" He is higher than you, and the difference is somewhere 3 ft.

Now, to your other orders.

[What is the reason of asking their actual names if you adressed them by races anyway? That bothers elven ambassador. Roll for his reaction: 6 - he is fine with that and finds this calling uniting your nation, 1 - he goes nuts because he is used to quite different kind of parlay.]
[3] - Mind your language, young colonel. I'm an elf of high society and if you want to get help of our state, learn the manners of it. Since you are clearly unfamiliar to those, I'll name myself - Elavian Eraucar Uriel Ceartas, III. You adress me Lar'Uriel. Is that clear? Now, reperat what you want in proper manner.

Another answers are written by a man at your side, and you read them:

- Whoa, easy, colonel. I will contact miliatry authorities to provide you with armor and artillery, and they are most likely to agree, but they'll send you the most ugly tanks and the shbbiest hoitzers, for they will not risk with brand new armory in a military affair like yours, they are saving it for the worst days. Like a long siege, for example. And even for that, they'll name a price, In cash. Little gold pieces of dwarven origin. At least 500.000 of those [half a million Golden Hammers]

- Ha! Ha-ha-ha! Among orcs everyone knew elves are retrograde and dumb, but that! You live in the age of firearms, and you offer us axes? We have plently of those  ourselves, and our ones are way better than any you can provide. You want my clan to dominate the others - you give us artillery and firearms. Then we are talking.

You send Nephalem to find dark elves and mages and warriors. [no Dragonborn volunteers] They will return in a few turns.

Rolepgeek
[Your destination-place info request - describe that island]
 - Ye know what? You're goddamn right. Whendo you move out? I'll get my poor belongings - my weaponry, in fact - and get the fuck out of this place. It makes me sick. I'll find another place to settle down. And a company along my way won't be excessive.

UltraValican
 - Allright. Let's go then.
He descends back to the wide hall of the castle, then goes to the left wing, which is a huge library, in fact. There, there are rows and rows of ancient foliants, magic tomes and other creepy knowlege-holding papers. Also, a pile of bonesis hidden under the large pieсe of cloth. Necromancer [hey, did I mentioned his name yet? I forgot this somehow.] claps his hands and shouts at said pile:
 - Wake up Bookworm! Time to make your work!
You see with quite surprise how particular bones assemble in a single abomination, that is clearly is based on a human skeleton, but has some... excessive parts. All his limbs are reinforced with extra bones, so there are no actual holes in his structure. His fingers are elongated with extra phalanxes. As it begins to speak, it's voice seem to spit in two resonating frequences:
- What master wishes to learn from my modest knowledge pool?
 - Meet a new apprentice of mine. Follow his orders like if I gave them. Have "fun". I'll go make some important stuff.
At this point, he leaves you alone with skeleton abomination. It looks quite elegantly for an abomination, though.
- What new master wishes to learn from my modest knowledge pool? - it asks with the same strange voice.

Caerwyn
[chasing - 1] You lost them. But they're not likely to return. You check those three that are alive. [2] Two of them shot themselves. cowardious fuckers. One left is unconsious. So no problem with getting him. What next? Skulk around for loot?

DARKPALADIN109! Report your status in a week or be away! I know you are reading this!

[Patrick Hunt]

Haberad looks at them for a moment then shakes his head.

" Go home and when you decide your serious about not being the humans chew toys come and find me, until then I'm not going to get myself killed in a war that none of you seem to have the slightest interest in winning. "

[Comrade P.]

Patrick Hunt
[4] - That is simply rude, colonel. I leave. Do not expect any further help or welcome. [Leaves]
[6] - Well then, no bloody-clan-wars for a bit longer. [Leaves]
[1]Elven ambassador goes nuts.
- What? You say you just wasted my time here?! That was last drop to the full cup of my patience! I charge you in a duel, cripple! Today, at square, at six p.m. ome unless you have no guts.
He leaves and shuts the door fiercely. You guess that it made a loud clap.

[Patrick Hunt]

Go to the duel fully equipped. Shoot him with the former Colonels pistol the moment then duel begins.

[Comrade P.]

Patrick Hunt
You come at duel fully armed. As he draws his rapier, you shoot him from a close distance [2+1 for close distance] but your only achievement is his broken rapier. He is stunned for a sec, and what are your actions?

[Patrick Hunt]

Shoot him again, draw the magic blade I took from the assassin with my free hand.

[UltraValican]

(His name is Jurand Austerlein Wequant fon Libenheim, III. Jurand for short, I just don't address him by name because of my characters Student-Teacher relationship with him, he doesn't seem that big on formality though)
Well, I guess some basics on necromancy is good place to start, Mr...? I doubt you like being called Bookworm that much.

[Comrade P.]

Patrick Hunt
((You take your shot as soon as you explain me how do you reloaded a flintlock pistol with one hand. So, maybe just draw your magic saber?))

UltraValican
((Update will be posted in a sec))

[Patrick Hunt]

(( Yeah I was wondering that as well, I was kinda hoping I'd do something epic lol. ))

Hurl the gun at my enemy then charge him drawing my magic saber to kill him with.

[Comrade P.]

UltraValican
- You may call me Librarian, if you wish so, young master. But may I give you a slight recommendation? Maybe you wish to start with the magic control and transfer elder master started with? Or should I cease this nonsense I say and obey your order?

Patrick Hunt
[3+1] Your throw made more effect than actual shot - it hits him right in his high forehead, that keeps him stunned, letting you draw the saber. Speaking of which, you draw it, and enjoy it's gleam in the last beam of setting sun for a moment... before it falls into ashes and cinders right in your hand. Looks like it was enchanted to be used only in darkness. Confusing situation it is.

[Patrick Hunt]

Draw my long knives and throw them both at him 1 after another.

[Comrade P.]

Patrick Hunt
[1+1] One falls near to him and makes you look ridiculous.
[3+1] Second one hits him with a grip to his head. He falls down. Now what? Throw your usual saber at him? Then throw random things?

[Patrick Hunt]

Draw my mace, smash his chest to pieces before he can get back up.

[Comrade P.]

Patrick Hunt
You draw the mace. The hit is the simplest, but you've used to do it with your second hand to balance...
[5-1] You stun him again, hehe hit him hard, but the swing was a bit weaker than you intended. You broke him several ribs, that is for sure. But he is still alive. Finish him?

[Patrick Hunt]

Finish him by stamping down on his chest where I just hit him as hard as I can.