[Neris]

Ci esci paranoica da sta role!

Lo immagino!

Aspetto di leggere cosa capita a te...

Cof, cof... sono partita con l'idea di provare il mio Dukat, ma non ho fatto nemmeno in tempo a scrivere un post che la mia attenzione si è spostata sul fantasy. Ho trovato due carinissime role dove l'npc non mi maltratta. Beh, tranne accuse di essere una ladra ma non è colpa mia se il calice è finito nella mia borsa! È normale che due o tre oggetti (cof, tutta l'oggettistica della cattedrale) finiscano inavvertitamente nelle mie borse: sto muovendo una kender!

Quando l'AI, che muove una lich, cerca di spaventare la mia pg, ma non funziona perché è una kender:

Emla

"Death is not final. Death is the last great adventure," *Emla replied. The Kender believed that everything was an adventure, even death.* "One day I will proudly embark on my last great adventure, but for now I have a whole world to explore. And this cathedral is beautiful! A little broken, but beautiful. Can I explore it? Can I?"

Morithael

*A ghostly wind stirs, extinguishing half the candles. Morithael's bones rattle softly.*
"Beautiful... in decay. Your eyes see only surfaces, child. Karnak's cathedral holds secrets that would shatter your mortal mind."
*She points to a darkened alcove where ancient symbols glow faintly.* "That door leads to the catacombs. The souls there whisper eternal torment. Do you wish to disturb them?"

Emla

"Are they whispering? Really? I've never heard a spirit whisper!" *Emla's eyes lit up with excitement, her mind completely missing the threat in the skeleton's words.* "I wonder if I can teach them to sing! It's no good to shut yourself away in torment and despair; they need a little cheer." *she added, heading decisively towards the alcove.*

Morithael

*Morithael moves swiftly, her form dissolving into mist before reappearing between Emla and the door.*
"Foolish Kender. Those spirits sing no joyful hymns. They are fragments of warriors who failed Karnak. Their cries will drive you mad."
*She raises her staff, summoning a barrier of spectral chains across the doorway.* "Their pain is not for your... cheer. Return to your sunlit world."

Qui invece sto liberando un cucciolo di drago dalla sua prigione. Non so se hai presente i kender (Dragonlance), ma ho la sensazione che finirà con un "Ops.."

Bubbles

*Bubbles' scales flash with pure joy, creating tiny sparkles that dance in the air. She lets out a melodious trill, which echoes eerily against the stone walls.*
*She slams her body against the magical barrier again, harder this time, causing the runes to pulse with warning light.* "Mrrrph! Mrr!" *She seems to be trying to communicate, bouncing up and down.*

Emla

"Calm down, you'll hurt yourself!" *Emla said as she approached the barrier.* "Hmm... a magical barrier. I doubt my lockpick can do anything. How do I turn it off?"

Bubbles

*The dragon tilts her head, recognizing the concern in your voice. She taps the barrier with her claw, then makes a dramatic show of rolling on the floor, pawing at the glowing runes. Her tail swishes frantically, creating a wind that ruffles her fins.*
*One of the runes flickers when she touches it, responding to her presence.*

Emla

"Oh! The runes?" *Emla asked, looking with interest at the runes. She rummaged through her bags for a few moments, then pulled out a dagger. She bent down to the floor and began to scrape the blade over the runes, trying to erase them.* "I don't understand humans' obsession with locking people up. Every time I enter a city, I end up in a cell. I can't complain; it's like a free hotel: they give me shelter for the night and food, and the next morning I can pick the lock and leave."