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“And everything is going according to plan. I muttered thoughtfully.No, actually, even too according to the plan! And when everything goes too well, I start looking for a catch. We were really placed in the guest quarters, fed, watered and provided with a bath, and at ten o'clock there was a gentle knock on the door and invited Sister Dergilda to proceed to the captain's chambers. Okay, this is understandable - the captain is suffering from sperm toxicity, so his thinker is completely disabled. But everyone else! What's wrong with them? Why didn't anyone think to stop us along the way and ask a couple of questions? Oh yes, promise...The captain also suddenly decided not to immediately take the horse by the leg, but to play the gentleman - he poured wine, cut fruit, lit candles. And, of course, he successfully turned the back of his head, where the heavy silver tray flew so successfully. A true gentleman. It is terrible even to think what would have happened if he had not been a con
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Foma stood in front of me, tilted his head to one side, studying thoughtfully. I absorbed the incoming information like a sponge, feverishly moving my brain. The remark about the murderer Tael is logical, but so far I don’t need it, but the “currents of life” ... This is interesting!“You are an ungrateful bastard, boy. Aren't you grateful that your father can work again, move his arm, live like normal people? Not? Looks like no. Otherwise, why would you sneak up on a defenseless sleeping holy brother with a dagger? What's the matter? Maybe you can tell? Foma winked, and I felt that I could move my tongue and lips again.- Yes, so ....- Don't talk though! he interrupted excitedly. “People are ungrateful and do not see good, and for what in Mount they can take offense at me is for the execution of a sorcerer and the ascension of his girlfriend!” It’s hardly a matter of a girlfriend - these arrows suit you too much in front of your eyes. So you've come to avenge your friend? Or do you
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Rob, Rob, get up. A familiar soft voice called out to me.Otherwise, I will be late for my first working day, for my first game death at the stake. I took a deep breath of air, expecting a flash of pain where the bloody artifact gnawed at the flesh - and coughed. There was no pain. Only the smell of a thunderstorm, only the surf and emptiness beating somewhere far, far away on the rocks.“Welcome to Limbo Island. - said the same voice, and I opened my eyes, stared at the low gray sky, felt the hard rock under my shoulder blades. “You almost succeeded, my Rob, my hero. — Agnis?"But aren't you dead?"Dead, Rob. But you also died. It happens, those are the rules. - The girl squatted down next to me, picking up the hem of a sundress that seems out of place here, in the Middle Ages, invented by some sadist.“Foma thought that he would simply kill you, suck the life out of you and send you to frighten the people in the form of a Fel creature. But it turned out that he did you a favor.“Ac
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DevTeam:“Dear players!It's no secret that our organization has licensed the "Far Search" engine for the game as the most fully meeting all the requirements: it is fast, compatible with the products of most modem manufacturers, perfectly scales to any perception of time and provides the best gaming experience!However, a few vulnerabilities remain in the main game core, allowing some dishonest players to take advantage of changing perception, actually speeding it up more than twice! In the current update, this annoying bug will be fixed, and the speed of perception multiplier is now fixed at five times the value of real time.Since this is our mistake and oversight, we will not block the accounts of violators, but keep in mind that we know everyone who abuses vulnerabilities! For the first time, we will limit ourselves to a warning.UPD: slows, boosts and trances will remain intact. The update only fixes classes without special reaction rolls.Alien War development team.Ferenz L:We
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Usually the path to the scaffold is long and thorny. You have to ruin too many people's lives, break too many laws. But here, in this rough, primitive world, everything is much simpler - one unfounded accusation, one unoccupied inquisitor, ready to interrogate an innocent one for the sake of statistics ... The cane system in all its glory.How was it in our humane and merciful history? Fortunately, the Inquisition did not get to Mother Russia, although there were enough masters of shoulder cases here. But, I remember, innocence was determined by sewing a person into a bag and throwing him into the water; if he swims out, he is guilty and is obliged to be betrayed by the purifying flame, if he drowns, then he is not guilty. The logic is amazing. "Hey, what are you going to do to me?" I asked an elderly sword-wielding swordsman I already knew.- Shut up, sorcerer. "He didn't turn to me," he muttered. “If I had my way, I would shred you into cabbages on the spot. But the Great Church is
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And only in my head was: “Bastards! Creatures. Reptiles." In the rhythm of stopped breathing, in time with the crossbar creaking under the blows of the wind above your head ...“So the sorcerer doesn’t want to repent. Well, then, of course, you will not see any merciful death. Master Rick, go ahead. - Augusto snapped his fingers, and the chain slipped from my feet, pulled into the ground, leaving no trace.“And they want to hang me for something like that,” I smiled bitterly. - Hypocrites. Maybe go to church?- Now. Hey, somebody bring the box. The paladin commanded. He went behind me, slightly loosened the rope that was tightening my wrists between the shoulder blades and, after unwinding a few turns, threw a free piece of barbed rope around my neck.Right hand to left...- Hey, don't sleep! Another blow from my gauntlet fist knocked my focus away. “You must be conscious when you die, otherwise…”Otherwise, I will not scream, I will not break down and I will not fall into hysterics,
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Something crunched in my side from the blow, the water burned with cold, clogged my nose and ears, but now I was glad about that too. Pain means you're still alive. It means that it did not end ingloriously under the lustful glances of the hooting crowd up there. It's just that one more item has been added to my list of quests issued to myself, a few more names have appeared.Master Rick, brother Augusto. One day I will come for you.I went like a stone to the bottom, writhing and unraveling the rope pulling my arms back. The impact on the water knocked the air out of my lungs, but my legitimate two minutes still remained. You just need to hurry before the hemp gets wet, making the knots unravelable. The counterweight wheel flew past me, slowly turning, silently hit the stones at the bottom and froze, gleaming in the rays of the sun breaking through the water column.I need you, my dear. My talisman of salvation - first from death on the gallows, then from drowning. Pushing off with
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- Froze, gas to the ring! - Accepted.— Antaeus, did you change weapons?- Yes, I found some fart. Antaeus lightly waved the rifle complex. - Cover Faye. Fey, to the elevator.- There is! - The fighters barked and, half-bending behind the armored boxes, they ran to the far wall of the hall.Bad restrictions, invented by who knows who and why, finally fell - all other things being equal, my motley, diverse company was still much better equipped and learned. In any case, it never occurred to anyone to stand at full height or lean out from behind cover without first securing a grenade or distracting fire from the flanks. The fighters of the Conquista outnumbered us, but under such conditions, the victory of the national team became only a matter of time.So in the end it happened - the barking shots of antediluvian gunpowder weapons fell silent, the oppressive impression of someone else's presence disappeared ... The elevator doors slammed shut, and Fey ascended fifty meters up - to th