In that part of the "Wild Flask", where Big Po and his fighters are freely located, the space seems to have died out. People, moving around the hall, bypassed the free tables around the "Axiom".The reason became clear when I got closer and hit an invisible veil. Under my pressure, she succumbed, but it felt as if I was back in the quagmire of the Swamp - the body was pressuring from all sides, my ears were laid, and it became harder to breathe. What was said at the table of the top clan was not audible, but I saw how Big Po moved his lips, the veil disappeared, and I fell into the "bubble" by inertia.At the same time, almost all the axioms stood up and, pushing my shoulders a couple of times, headed for the exit of the tavern. I noticed the name of one of those who left us, JJ, a level 19 bard, the former leader of the Night Stalkers clan, who became the deputy of Big Poe after unification.Only two remained - next to Wesley Chow sat a girl with huge blue eyes, shaved temples and a

Unlike the itinerant monk class, this one gave different skill bonuses depending on the chosen specialization. Unfortunately, it was impossible to combine them. But there were also common, both bonuses and fines.Class bonuses:+3 to any two characteristics for each level.+10% to all major characteristics (outside the clan).+20% to all major characteristics (outside the group).+30% to the speed of recovery of life and mana outside of combat.+20% critical damage.+15% to the load capacity.+5% to the speed of movement.+10% to trading discounts.+100% to the volume of inventory.+1% to the chance to get improved loot.Class penalties:−10% of all major characteristics (in the clan).−20% of all major characteristics (in the group).The number of solo adventure bonuses was admirable. Standard classes receive only +5 points to the bonus characteristic for the level, solo - in total six. And to anyone of your choice, balance as you wish. This unit of advantage at the 110th level grows

People tried to swing only on fists or staffs, avoided groups and did not enter the city - nothing helped. After some thought, I decided that perhaps the trigger is a solo insta? Or something else that is only possible with such a cheating skill as the Plague Pestilence Mark?The solo adventurer met more often in the world of Dis, but was not popular for the reasons voiced by his father. However, The strongest solo adventurer of Dis - the player of the 380th level of Dack - refuted his father's theoretical calculations, single-handedly cleaning up high-level dungeons. In a separate topic, entirely devoted to Deke, there was a reasonable explanation for this - a "bubble" and a sword with vampirism. Due to the reputation pumped to the skies with Nergal the Radiant, this adventurer could surround himself for thirty seconds with an invisible bubble that completely absorbs any damage, and a fast light sword with a high percentage of lifestyle, that is, the conversion of damage into absorbe

Urban drunk Patrick O'Grady is the weirdest NPC I've ever met, and Tristad, I suspect, is the weirdest sandbox. I remembered that it was this skinny, wrinkled and wrinkled face, non-player character of indeterminate age that rewarded me with a curse that was the first step toward "threat" status. Had the late Clayton, who ruled Dargo, had not taken pity on me then, it would have ended there, but this story began with a drunkard.I was reminded of Behemoth's words that Jane was never Patrick's fiancée, he just messed up, forgot how to share reality with nonsense. And now the mention of The Third World War... Contrary to ominous predictions, it was the shortest in the history of mankind, with almost no nuclear weapons used. And mechs, that is, combat vehicles that move with the help of legs and are piloted by a person inside, were actively used in it.However, I did not want to guess and find out the reasons right now. Spontaneous traders, judging by the extinguishing lights on the edge

Behind a short podium next to the elderly Cannon was The Warden of Cooper Prison. He whispered something in the judge's ear, and he said without further ado:- Guest of the city of Tristad Skif! You are accused of the premeditated murder of Tristad honorary citizen Patrick O'Grady. Do you have anything to say in your defense?- Bastard! Cooper shouted. - Bastard!- Silence indoors! The judge urged.As frail and sickly As Cannon might seem, his voice was thick and bassy. The judge shifted a demanding look at me:- Scythian?"I'm innocent, Mr. Judge. Mr. O'Grady wasn't killed by me.The judge bowed his head incredulously on his thin senile neck. Pursing his lips, he asked:Is there anyone who can confirm your words, the accused?"Apart from Patrick O'Grady and I and a killer named Atiyakari, there was no one around, Mr. Judge. But perhaps one of the residents...- Enough is enough! Chief Cooper roared. - Mr. Judge, let's not delay the verdict? The guest of Tristad, called Scythian, for