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Path of the Shaman 98
Loud footsteps cut the silence of the night city.Azrael breathed in the cold, foul air. Moongate was the most ordinary industrial metropolis. Massive crowds, most of which were office rats, glass, concrete, and rebar buildings eighty or more stories high, an advanced subway system, and a terrible stench from defense factories in the east. Alas, the use of magic could not make production more environmentally friendly, as magicians and scientists did not break their heads, their efforts were useless. Moongate has been an open domain since its inception, humans and demons have long since learned to coexist side by side. And not only to coexist, but also to cooperate with each other. The magic possessed by the demons made it possible to raise the standard of living of ordinary citizens of Moongate, technologies, combined with magic made it possible to achieve amazing results in the production of public goods, and almost all the citizens of the infernal city lived comfortably. But still,
Path of the Shaman 99
Slowly getting used to the light, Vomit heard heavy footsteps. Someone was heading towards him. Terror gripped the entire body of the great demon prince. He was unarmed and weak in the face of possible danger. Searchlights illuminated only a few meters, but then began the possession of impenetrable darkness.Out of the darkness came a short guy in black robes and a hood, holding a long sword in a sheath in his hands. The eerie aura of darkness that he exuded pierced through Vomit like a thousand blades. He was a demon prince, the greatest genius, but this guy... He crushed him like a bug. However, this intimidating aura seemed to Vomit.. Familiar?- Who are you? Why are you doing this? You do realize it's not just the Bloodrain family that's going to hitch up for me, right? Or were you sent by your father?- Who am i? - The guy whispered, leaning to my very face and I managed to look under the hood.- Fuck my dick...He stepped back a few steps.Yes, that's a good, very good question.
Path of the Shaman 100
On the first attempt, the cell phone failed to break through the foggy veil of sleep. No matter how hard he tried to dance the tarantella on the bedside table, no matter how he tried to throw his watch, a glass of water, a charger onto the floor with his vibrations, Katya did not wake up. Only slightly trembling eyelashes suggested that sweet oblivion is coming to an end, and you need to wake up and finally turn off this damn phone. Frightened that they would throw him on the floor, the phone fell silent for a minute, but only to voice his presence with new frenzy. Without opening her eyes, Katya reached for the bedside table. -Hello! - No, you're my friend or why! Instead of greeting, they shouted from the tube. It was Sveta and she was a friend. - What are you yelling? You are my friend, my friend, calm down. “Then, if so, why am I the last to know everything?” - I don't know what you should learn first, but I beg you, Light, go to the bathhouse! Let me sleep! I just went to be
Path of the Shaman 1
Opening my eyes, I looked at the incomprehensible white surface below me for some time. The capsules seemed to have changed a lot since my last awakening, and I was lying face down. It was strange that the lid of the capsule pressed on my back, and on the contrary, nothing supported me from below. Apparently, all the catheters, through which food and air entered me and through which defective materials were removed, were removed before I woke up, otherwise I would have suffered ...The plastic surface in front of me leaned to the side, I saw the ceiling and realized that I was falling right on it. And yelled.— Pee-pee-pee! Pee!What is it, am I yelling like that now? After lying down for another minute, I realized that the ceiling was still on the side where the top was, but my vestibular apparatus was pretty broken. Fighting nausea and fear that I would fall on a surface covered with cracks and water-based paint, I got up and sat down. Of course, it turned out not to be so easy. Ins
Path of the Shaman 2
Together with me, several more former “colleagues in the shop” came out of rehabilitation. My shamanic sense suddenly worked in real life, offering me to arrange a small masquerade at the exit. As it turned out, some comrades were also not enthusiastic about the prospect of being recognized and helped me to persuade the others. As a result, we all packed the "civilian" in the bags provided, while we ourselves remained in overalls. No, there were no prison uniforms here, and indeed there could not be - everyone present had already been released, and the uniforms belonged to the rehabilitation center. However, a dozen and a half beefy men in the same clothes with the same haircuts looked like the wooden army of Oorfene Deuce, and it was enough challenging task, even more difficult for a young lady who had seen me in real life twice before - the first time in the semi-darkness of a party and with a martinka gurgling pleasantly in her stomach, and the second time - very pale in the courtr
Path of the Shaman 3
As the nymphs had promised, it was not difficult to force yourself to take full lungs of this substance. Filling with liquid, the capsule was already moving towards the catapult. I could clearly see how the capsules flowing from different sides were placed on the launch pad in front of me, froze and, having blurred, disappeared. Only by throwing a glance along the guide leading into the sky, one could see the rapidly accelerating silhouettes of vehicles accelerating to several kilometers per second. Here comes my turn. The capsule froze, and then - a barely noticeable push, and I'm flying, and, oddly enough, even the vestibular apparatus is not overloaded with acceleration. Some kind of mystic! Shamanism!The speed with which the darkness of the sky with the stars flaring up in it was approaching me began to decrease, then the heavenly bodies froze for a few seconds and began to move away. The capsule was gradually enveloped in luminous particles of ionized air. It was very beautiful.
Path of the Shaman 4
Shaman Mahan!Barliona Corporation is glad to welcome you back to the game. Under the terms of your release, you can choose where you will end up in Barliona when you enter.Would you like to appear in the same place where you last left the game?Well noI think that everything is clear here.As a bonus for early release, you are given the opportunity to hide your presence in the game from other players for a day.Warning: the players you meet in the game will still see you and your stats.Hide your presence in the game?Well noThe corporation, it seems, decided to play along with me a little. Regardless of their motives, I was grateful to them for this initiative. The dialogue window disappeared, and I found myself in Altameda's throne room.— Viltraks!— Yes, master! - Waiting at the door, perhaps, a devoted dog?“Set up guards at the entrance to the hall. Don't bother me until I get out myself!Welcome back, master! The goblin nodded and left.I opened the mail and said out loud:
Path of the Shaman 5
I flew over the wall, trying to make less noise. Donnerwetter! Since the gates of the central complex were closed, then (it) was not going to leave there flush with the tops of the walls. Studying the flooded buildings from a height, I found the entrance to the vault. But this is great! In order to only get to the vault, the Dragons need to demolish two gates. Very well! I flew up to the swaying mess at the entrance to the pantry and began to burn the slurry with fire. All I need is a platform to sit down, and even then only for reasons of disgust. The dragon (it) is not afraid!With the same fire, I destroyed the door. Now there was nothing holding me back. Slapping on (it) with clawed paws, I squeezed into the vault, automatically noting three more knots at the door, and began to loot. Only legendary and unique items. And some more pebbles, which I really liked. Leaving the heels of the legendary items in place so that the Azure would not suspect anything, I quickly collected the ba