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OUT OF RANK 1.4
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
OUT OF RANK 1.5
"Everything," Patrick raised his palms conciliatorily. - Sorry, I've been in the second hour like a drop in my mouth, and it's not easy! The pipes are burning, the throat is jerking... Okay, I'll survive. Listen, the fist fight teacher, Master Sagda, lives in the armory district. On the sign he has a fist painted red, you will not miss. By the way, he's waving his feet — give Nergal,, Sleeper, to everyone! What a mill! There, if you want, you will find the hunter Conrad. He is a master of the bow - with five hundred steps a squirrel in the eye, an arrow is planted! True, the night is in the yard, and it is unlikely that they will accept you, but you try your luck ...Patrick yawned widely, and looking at him, I also opened my mouth, covering it with my hand. The first day after the ban dragged on, and I didn't do anything.- You know what, small? Maybe tomorrow is better? My mentee suggested. "I will sleep, in the morning I will put myself in order, clean my armor, sharpen my sword, a
OUT OF RANK 1.6
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
OUT OF RANK 1.7
"You see, Scythian, you will not be resurrected," Atiyakari said with a smirk.He said something else, but I didn't hear anything else. The thug disappeared into thin air, and after him the whole world disappeared. In a fleeting flash, the courtroom disappeared along with Judge Cannon and the warden of the prison Cooper, the guard disappeared with a resident of the Kali bottom embedded in the Nepiska nepiska ...At the same second, I realized that I was on Mokhovaya Street, a few blocks from Patrick's house. The drunkard himself overtook me a few steps and broadcast what I had already heard:— ... hence, he enlisted in the army. The recruiter, of course, was that tempter! Listen to it, it turned out that the war is all entertainment and pleasure: travel, girls, drinking and light, tireless jogging ...Not knowing what to think about all this, I caught up with him and turned my head. Everything was calm, only a drunken group of dwarves, staggering, barely moving on the other side of th
OUT OF RANK 1.8
"It's not worth it yet, keep it at home, Alex," Tissa said. - We are now trying not to wear anything expensive, they will take it off anyway. Even an epic has a 10% chance of falling out after death, not worth the risk. Moreover, as far as I remember, the thing is on the 20th level and in the near future will definitely not be useful to us.- So maybe sell then? If you need money, then...- No way! Tissa interrupted. - The 20th doesn't shine in the sandbox, but in the big Dis peppers will come in handy! They'll be very much into the topic for me and Ed!- Okay, as you say..."How are you, Alex?" How's your first day after the ban? Hang asked. Have you heard you talking to Big Poe?- Yes, he withdrew the claims. But he watches me, next to me - in inconspicuous - his guys are constantly spinning, sniffing out something. Yes, I didn't tell you about what was on Insta, and thank you for not doing that either."You don't hold us up for freaks!" Hang roared. "We knew what we were getting in
OUT OF RANK 1.9
So I got ten experience points for my honestly "learned" archery skill.Conrad then explained how the mechanism for using different arrows works. There were a lot of them in the game! For any sadistic taste: from freezing and igniting to arrows with a splitting tip inside the body, the material of which could also be different, for example, adamantite with an enchanted explosive warhead, and even with poison applied for a greater effect. But I could only dream about it so far.Do you want to learn how to wield a crossbow or shoot a gun? The hunter asked, finishing the lesson.- Uh... I think another time, I refused.Come back for new knowledge when you're ready. Good hunting, Scythian!As I walked away from him, I remembered Krawler's promised epic bow, but there was nothing in the mail. Moreover, there was not a single "dementor" in the game.I left the city by Deep Teleportation to break away from the Aximoah observers, and ended up in Mrakolesye. From there, I rushed northeast, beg
OUT OF RANK 2.0
Swinging, the elemental tried to drive me into the ground. The attack was as unexpected as it was futile. I even stood on my feet, but the mace fell apart into a thousand pieces.Thanks to the most powerful blow, the tank was filled by a quarter. I approached the elemental creature and imprinted the Hammer Fist into its stone knee, splashing the collected plague energy. The monster exploded and showered with clumps of dirt, clay and rock dust.You have damaged the Earth Elemental: 1,217.The elemental of the earth is dead.Someone noisily cleared my throat. The warriors were frozen with stone statues.- If the conversation is over, let's get started. I crunched my fingers. - Actually, it was extremely mean, shaman.- I agree. Old man, you acted dishonorably! Grog'khir cried out, turning indignantly to the "respected Ryg'har".- From him carries dead and evil power! The shaman remarked grumpily, unperturbed smoking the self-twist. Puffing with smelly smoke, he shrugged, "I see power in
OUT OF RANK chapter 6 : 1
From the kobold camp, I headed straight for Mrakolesye. There, on the border with the mountain range, according to the quest, lurked ogre-cannibal - a special kind of intelligent race that plays an important role in the world. Cannibals lived as hermits and, because of their specific predilection, did not seek socialization. Moreover, they made no distinction between humans, elves, dwarves, dwarves, trolls, goblins and orcs in their diet.I went to the next point without a curse. By that time, the falling off flaps of skin and rotting flesh had become noticeable from afar, and it was not worth risking without a reason. Then the question occurred to me, what if I waited until the transformation was over? If you let the curse of the undead turn me into a full-fledged undead, will anything change? Or is it just visual special effects?I didn't have time to think about it, attacked by a rabid boar of the 8th level. The beast stuck its fangs into my fillet, and I spent a couple of seconds