Mazario: переводы

→Firerock Grove

→Redbark Forest

→Bloodbloom Woods

→This character is naturally swift and agile, and has an easier time dodging incoming projectiles.

→This character makes sure to always announce his intentions to his brothers-in-arms. In fact, he'll never shut the hell up. At least it reduces the chance of accidents happening.

→This character is swift as a weasel. Unfortunately, he seems to only be able to call on this ability when running to save his hide.

→Demolish Armor

→struck a blow that leaves

→Cudgeled to death

→Cascade

→A strike that can cover the distance of 2 tiles. Its effect can be felt through the thickest of armor.

→%randombrother% walks by swigging a wine bottle. When he asks how's the ride you steal his bottle and smash it across the wagon's side and yell out 'rawhide!'

→Nodding, you turn back around and gander at the workhorse. The draught animal is a squat creature with muscled legs and an indifferent demeanor. It mindlessly crops the grass at its feet until you take up the jerkline and jockey it forward. The wagon trundles and tips and sags with nothing to suggest it was made to do anything you've beckoned it to do. And yet there it goes.

→[img]gfx/ui/events/event_55.png[/img]A wise man once told you that a wagon loses value the second it leaves the lot. The axiom dwells in the back of your head as you hand over 10,000 crowns for the wagon. But then you step up into the boxseat and jack your boot against the toeboard and feel right at home. You turn and take a look into the bed. There the wagonmaker installed a series of side-turned gates with iron spikes situated to hang trophies, pelts, and other goods. There is also a cage to hold a dog or a dog of a man if need be. A wooden toolbox with a heavy slaplatch carries all the means necessary to repair weapons and armor. Spare axles and wheels are held undercarriage.

→Have at least 12 items crafted from beast trophies at the taxidermist. A taxidermist can be found in settlements mostly near woods and swamp, and can craft useful items from trophies dropped by beasts, such as the unusually large wolf pelts dropped by direwolves.

→[img]gfx/ui/events/event_82.png[/img]When you took command of the company it was a ragtag band of men clinging for life, an ad hoc assembly of sellswords stitched together with nothing if not sheer stubbornness and absolute contempt for common sense. Now you watch as the men walk around like frayed revenants of an unworldly wild, their armor adorned with hideous scalps and pelts and bones, the ill-shapen recreation of conquest fitted such that others may know the %companyname% could not be sorted by any measure known to the earth whether it be monster or man.

→%SPEECH_ON%Take you? I could put ya under the ground ya farkin' pillowfisted fool!%SPEECH_OFF%

→The slightest suggestion that %brawler%'s fists weren't made of jaw-demolishing bricks kicks off a brutal fight. The brawlers grab one another and swing their free hands in looping undercuts. Each punch lands with cracking ferocity. Surely no man could take so much damage and stay on his feet, but here you're witnessing two fellas doing just that. You order the company to break up the fight.

→[img]gfx/ui/events/event_33.png[/img]Before you decide anything, you ask the assassin how much was offered to slay the bastard. He weighs the numbers by tilting his head side to side.

→%SPEECH_ON%And you are alright with this? The destiny is mine to take, but you have my sword and allegiance for as long as you want.%SPEECH_OFF%