>Dmitri: Kalima. Kalima. KALIMA.
>Dmitri: Kalima. Kalima. KALIMA.
I am a human being of unspecified social status and I perform activities of a certain nature for varying lengths of time.
You are thinking to small.
The fool has plastered himself with four leaf clovers. Clovers which, due to being picked, are now dead. Reanimate the clovers! (And maybe shoot him with lightning while he is trying to get them off.)
What he though would be his power shall become his DOOM!
Welp, you're not Necromancers for nothing.
>Go ahead and point him to the boss chamber. You don't want to die, do you?
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Quickly, surrender with all of your might!
Run past him, out onto the open road and past a Legionnaire! Why defend yourself when you can make the Imperial Soldiers defend you~
Or, go find a unicorn
Mr. Scruffles can't get any more dead. RELEASE THE KITTY!!
> Charm spell. Charm him good and have a polite conversation, then go get your cats and get the fuck out. Head for Kvatch and lay low; it's bigger and bustlier than Anvil, and Anvil's Mage's Guild is particularly nasty about necromancers as compared to Kvatch's.
>Dmitri, revive your buddy there via Necromancy and then RUUUN TOOO THE HIIIIILLS.
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*check back a couple of weeks later*
*Upp really IS in this town*
Okay, Gharug, now remember, you're here for valuables. And violence. Valuables and violence. You've probably got the violence part down, so time to scrounge for some jewels. Or diamonds. Yeah, diamonds, those really fetch a handsome price at market.
>Gharug: Spare the rest if they hand you all of their valuables.
Dmitri: Politely inquire as to this fellow's business. Also, consider that this fellow might be willing to deliver your letter for you.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa fuck mr. scruffles is a cat
smeared between life and death
in a box
god damnit kaz
Swear to god, when I saw Gharug at the end of that update, I heard Those Chosen by the Planet in my head. Not because he's any sort of long-haired prettyboy, but because Gharug is quickly becoming That Boss. You know the one: the one that shows up, kicks the party's ass, then vanishes... only to return later and do it again. And again. And again.
I'm hoping the climax of PREQUEL involves Katia going up against a Gharug who's ascended to godhood, with the only way to defeat him being to make him so much luckier that his luck rolls over into the negatives and he spontaneously ceases to exist. Regardless of whether that happens, though:
> Dmitri: Tell the nice orcish gentleman that you can see he's the kind of person who likes to get things done without any fuss, and you're the kind of person who would really rather not encounter death personally (hence the intense research into averting it), so you would appreciate him suggesting the course of action most likely to lead to your organs remaining internal. If he expresses interest in your possessions, freely and cheerfully offer them to him; everything you own can be replaced. Yes, even the cats. Your dying won't help them anyway.
Mr. Scruffles: Attack the intruder
Dmitri: Run away while he's distracted
I was imagining he would cease to exist because the universe conspired to make him so freaking lucky that it hit a luck parabola and it would ascend into the infinites causing the infinitely unlikely event where he would instantly telport into the land of eternal pleasure
Option 1: Cast a spell! You could use something that can quickly incapacitate a threat, IE. paralysis or blindness (unless they only teach that in Kvatch, alongside levitation), use telekinesis to disarm the Orc of his weapon/clovers, or fortify your speed and go invisible. Then, practice the noble art of living to fight another day, and get the heck out!
Option 2: Consider raising Landorumil as a distraction. Speaking of which, if you make it through this, now that Land's deceased, maybe you could reconsider that threesome?
Option 3: If all else fails, try an emotional appeal. Tell him you have a love letter to deliver to a Khajiit friend of yours (don't say anything about the expensive gift, though). Tell him he can take whatever treasures he wants from the other necromancers, so long as he agrees to let you live and send the letter.
As the ancient sages wrote in the Elder Scrolls
"abscond the fuck out of there"
looks like luck DOES work that way.
>Dimitri: Escape, run into Katia and the Imperial Guardsmen
Suicide is illegal? What are they going to do, throw your corpse in jail for 5 years -- 2 if you've been on good behavior?