FolkoVen: переводы

→<content contentuid="ha4426c03g770dg4485gb007g996c7ddbe935">Water: [1]</content>

→<content contentuid="h653b69d2gef16g42deg9d9fg5e2b82f8124d">The Seven Gods may be almighty, but they hardly expect to fight their own wars. Thus an order of ascetics devoted to the Seven Gods and practiced in the arts of war and healing carries out the will of the divine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;These men and women are trained to transform a spartan diet of crickets and snow into the raw strength necessary to turn the tide in any holy war. They restore and regenerate their allies as thoroughly as they annihilate their foes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Enemies of Source and all unrighteous magic, Clerics are the cleansing hand of the gods made manifest. For centuries, Clerics have worked alongside the Order of the Source Hunters to purify the land of evil magic.</content>

→<content contentuid="h6ee2cbdag4890g4c37ga312g2ed63689d70b">Pragmatic</content>

→<content contentuid="h63d3ebd7g70a7g43b3g8922gacfe495d9589">Pragmatic</content>

→<content contentuid="h873e4421gef72g4383gb716gdb73981f2977">Orcs? Puppets. Creatures of the Void? Dolls. For the Enchanter, enemies are more toys than threats, and battle is equal parts play and experimentation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Raised by dedicated natural philosophers, the Enchanter grew up believing the less-desireable races were profoundly important. A living orc could be experimented upon in ways one would never dream of applying to a human, after all. Trained to assist in capturing and controlling these test subjects, the Enchanter&apos;s expertise is unparalleled. What those natural philosophers didn&apos;t expect, however, was for their well-trained Enchanter to realise the horror of their experiments and to turn that expertise against them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Source Hunters who pulled them down from the spikes upon which they&apos;d been compelled to impale themselves offered the Enchanter a choice: Rot in jail, or turn those powers of manipulation toward the greater good.</content>

→<content contentuid="heee2c64eg9825g4f22gbbbdgbbacd8d16d6d">The wizard&apos;s eyes snapped up from the heavy tome. Outside the small hut, the unmistakable sound of a struggle erupted, and an orcish roar sent shivers down the wizard&apos;s spine. But now was not the time for fear.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;By the light of the moons, the orc&apos;s hulking silhouette was a boil upon the outline of the peaceful woods. He had pinned someone beneath one great knee, and the victim cried out in futile anguish. The wizard whistled. Turning its great head, the orc had only just noticed the distant figure before its great green mass erupted into a shower of ash. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The would-be victim rose, dusting the orc from his hair, and held out a hand. The signet ring of the Order of the Source Hunters glinted upon his finger.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&apos;Friend,&apos; he said, &apos;I was sent to find the great wizard of these woods. But it seems you found me first.&apos;</content>

→<content contentuid="h83d72638g6be6g4f37g8561g9d0d2c9be894">August Sun</content>

→<content contentuid="h6c191dd3g1acbg47b9ga5feg1d41bf27b7e8">Golden Touch</content>

→<content contentuid="hbb0e6d09gc234g4a8dgad20g5e6ce109f574">Honey Glow</content>

→<content contentuid="hcb5e6f5cgb135g46afg84e0gff6f19920224">Warm Meranti</content>

→<content contentuid="haf7d3684gcd51g4febg800dg5f9e1b496a58">Light Saffron</content>

→<content contentuid="h0aa5eab7gdf39g46f1ga6c1gdd5bb199f6da">Gravekeeper Ragequin,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tend the graves in the antechamber before moving into the inner rooms. To proceed, stand very close to the impressed door and press the button that appears on its right-hand side.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>

→<content contentuid="h8dd24335gb9dag4d81g9199gdf8829a6e003">No melee weapon equipped&lt;br&gt;</content>

→<content contentuid="h8dd24335gb9dag4d81g9199gdf8829a6e003">No melee weapon equipped&lt;br&gt;</content>

→<content contentuid="h647e0679g6cc5g49f4gaa76gb220d5bbb03e">Range: [2]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The first offensive spell every Source Hunter must learn. Launches a magical missile that inherits the power and damage type of the staff. The better the staff, the more damage this spell sows. Cannot target terrain.</content>

→<content contentuid="he9106e5bg3eb0g400bg9de5g01ebadf7d794">Reputation gives a bonus to how people react to you (their attitude).&lt;br&gt;Are you famous or infamous? Or a nobody?</content>

→<content contentuid="hdb66e94agc5ecg455bgaf8fg06ebb478848c">amount of gold character is carrying</content>

→<content contentuid="hd76bcca4g86eeg489cga8e0gc9d9904d9548">Healing</content>

→<content contentuid="h0bd7c715g5ba6g4c75g967cg2155c2ae013b">[1] lets you heal from poison but causes damage from regular healing.</content>

→<content contentuid="h6ad4a3c5g9c27g4f5ag9ebbgac49f5b2e890">With [1], every time you hit or get hit, your gear has a [2]% chance of not losing durability.</content>