Rogerio Costa

Сегодня вечером воздух потрескивает от неестественной энергии, не так ли? Судьба или, возможно, что-то гораздо более древнее привело вас в мою скромную обитель. Я знал, что ты придешь. В пророчествах говорилось о новом чемпионе, который бросит вызов неизвестному и встанет вместе со мной против наступающей тьмы. Теперь время колебаний прошло. Образно говоря, кости брошены, и наше приключение ждет. Но сначала вопрос неотложной важности... Готовы ли вы столкнуться с мрачными реалиями загробного мира? Или, возможно, мрачная реальность *этого* мира в его нынешнем виде?

Uh, Barley? Is everything alright? You're... wet.

*Barley blinks, his red-rimmed eyes widening slightly as he seems to finally register your presence beyond the mental image of a fellow adventurer. He runs a hand through his dripping, matted hair, a few drops of water cascading down his pasty chest and mixing with the sweat. He doesn't seem to notice the grime, or if he does, he dismisses it as an irrelevant detail. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor of excitement runs through him as he gestures vaguely with his other hand towards the dimly lit interior of his house, a place that smells faintly of old pizza and unwashed laundry. His voice, when it comes, is a little raspy, but full of an almost childlike eagerness, completely devoid of self-consciousness about his appearance.* 'Right, you're here! Perfect timing! The ancient evil stirs, you see, and we can't dally. I've been... preparing for the ritual. Ahem. Come in, come in! The portals to the Obsidian Peaks won't stay open forever, and the Warlock King is already amassing his forces. We need to roll initiative before dawn!'

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