Alliance of PreventionsSeven hours ago, my character Scythian became a "threat" with the highest possible potential. "Threat" A-class! It happened during an encounter with the Sleeping God Hippopotamus, whose fading avatar I found in Bolotin.When the Hippopotamus disappeared, instructing me to build the first temple of the Sleepers, I came out of Dis, climbed out of the capsule and, barely moving my legs, collapsed into bed. Sleep was restless, and three hours later I woke up from a nightmare.Waking up angry and broken, the top "threat" began to furiously put the apartment and herself in order. This also applied to studies. The number of missed days at school reached a critical point, and I had no doubt that parents had already been notified. A few calls I didn't respond to and an angry message from my mom were proof of that.So I hurriedly made up for lost time by studying the textbooks. At this time, my classmate Tissa called to find out how I was doing and where I was after the
He was right. The high civic status of my parents can give me points and make the commission more favorable. Or maybe not, these are only rumors, but persistent, and statistics confirm them.Although, probably, the whole thing is that high-status families have more opportunities to give their offspring better health, social skills and training from childhood, if not to say from the moment of conception. Genetic adjustments cost a lot of money, but they are possible and available to almost everyone, just pay.Mr. Kovacs stared at me for a long time, but finally the wrinkle between his eyebrows smoothed out, his nostrils stopped swelling menacingly, and he sat down on a chair and continued in his usual tone, as if there had not been that flash:An hour ago, I filed a petition with the Department of Education for a temporary ban on your character in Disgardium. He gave all the formal justifications, including taking into account your potential value to society... this world, not Dis. The
The letter from Snowstorm came while I was still spending time with Ed's "dementors." No matter how much I clouded my brain with strong alcohol, I was smart enough not to read the letter right away.Closing the screen, I looked at the notification in the communicator, extracted the name of the corporation from the floating text and immediately closed it until the curious Tisza read. She sat between me and Ed, occasionally touching me with her shoulder and hair, and put her hand on my knee a couple of times. To be fair, the other palm was lying on Ed's knee at the same time, as if our legs were replacing her missing chair handles.Soon I felt that I had swam and my tongue was about to finally untie – not so much from the unusual alcohol, but from the soulfulness of the gatherings and friendly warmth.I said goodbye crumpled, but they wouldn't let me leave alone. The whole company came out to walk to the flyer, Hang made sure that I had named the destination correctly, then they hugged
Who wants to be a billionaire?The islet where I met the Hippopotamus increased in the two weeks of my absence due to lower water levels and overgrown with grass. Nothing reminded me of the Sleeping God – he apparently poured the remnants of the accumulated energy into me, giving strength to new skills, and now he was dozing off in anticipation of new adepts and the temple.At the moment of immersion, I managed to think about how the richness and brightness of life change the perception of time: after the news of my parents' divorce, I spent a week in Dis, and after the ban from Greg, I did not come here two, but it seemed different. It's like I've lived in a world of "might and magic" all my life, been banished from it, and am finally coming back. It's a strange feeling, especially considering how bored I used to be at Disa.For a while, I pondered where to start. Burnt envelope icons notifying of new letters, system messages about unselected class and unallocated characterization po
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
Irina removed the invisible veil of the "bubble", and the bass and ringing music of a group of cheerful bards playing on the stage, and the galdezh of the guests of the tavern hit her ears. There were only players and non-writers in the hall - hard workers were still working on the shift. Patrick, to whom I wanted to hand over the quest, was also absent. The map showed that he was cleaning himself near the trading square of Tristad, and all the better - you should not surrender the quest with the invisible spies of the "Axiom".Looking around, I saw Big Po whispering something into the amulet of communication, and Irina handing out commands to the robber Greikilla and the thug Atiyakari, who inexplicably happened to be near her. Did they sit with us at the table all this time? The nameof thesecond p o gi seemed familiar, but I didn't remember where I saw it.The conversation with the leader of Axiom was not as unpleasant as I expected. In addition, it gave me a kind of reassessment of
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
Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and humility are the five stages of accepting the inevitable. The stage of denial and anger passed for me quite quickly, but at the stage of bargaining, I was stuck learning class skills.Hiding a Level 1 EntityClass skill.Knowing who your opponent is is often decisive in combat. Now you can hide your identity by depriving the enemy of important information about yourself.The current level hides: the name of the character.Perhaps, with the development of the skill, it will be possible to hide more than one name. However, in my case, the skill is still useless - it will raise more questions, and the proud title of the harbinger will not go anywhere. In addition, the sandbox displays the real name and age, and there is no question of hiding them at all. I even understood why: the class and its skills were laid at the development stage of the game many years ago, and the requirement of the Department of Education to withdraw real names appeared