“I picked her up, that means a deer, pulled her out, and she attacked me with a dagger!” Well, I drove my forehead into her cheekbone. And so our love began.- It's very romantic!“Yeah, whistle more,” Yorman smiled, “suddenly I’ll believe it!” I'm not a local fool who sighs at the thought of a strong woman, behind whom is like behind a stone wall! I was a Reeve, and they called me Martan until they called me an Orian and named Yormen. Leave the romance for my sons, who squeal like young brides at the sight of horsemen's warriors, ugh, muslin kitchen peasants!Yorman was clearly not delighted with the way his sons had grown up, although he loved them.“Sometimes I feel like I’ve done a lot myself…”“You can’t say for you,” the wizard hastened to assure, “if I met you at home, I would try to bypass you, away from sin.”“Uh-huh, and here I’m exactly the damned cook, while my fool goes on military campaigns and squeezes herself there with her subordinate women, deviant wiggle-tail!” Yorm
“Be careful, woman. You may have been born with a weapon in your hands, but only I am a wizard, and for me all your strength is a modest and harmless thing. You try to hurt me again and I will hurt you. He unclenched his fingers of steel and made a mask of regret. Sorry, I really don't like being hurt. I just hate it. Keep the card for yourself.- When do you intend to leave? Yofrid asked.“Soon, mistress. I can right now… No, I can’t now, the night is not over yet. But I can before dawn. I would like to speak with your adviser.— Orzoy?- Certainly. Who else here can you ask for sound advice? - A small attack in the direction of the senior combatant was a success.- You are being escorted.Accompanied by warriors, Tobius went deep into the halls of the konani. They did not make a big impression on him: outside the decorated banquet hall, dark short corridors with poor heating seemed abandoned and inhospitable. A lot of stairs, doors, cold nooks, everything is crumpled, there is littl
Camaront froze at first, and then his brain finally realized that he was dead, and the beast fell heavily onto the stones. His body swayed for a long time to the screams and howls of his relatives. They were not very upset by the death of the ruling king, and the applicants almost immediately began to redistribute the territory. They tried not to pay too much attention to the little wizard.Tobius drew a ritual knife from its scabbard, twirled it between his fingers in an old habit, and approached the huge carcass. It took a long time to peel off a strip of skin and wade through a thick layer of fat, the magician even sweated and undressed to the waist to make it easier to work. He ate some warm fat along the way - and soon he was butchering the meat of the defeated beast. The magician baked pieces of red tenderloin on magical fire, sprinkled with spices, which he carried with him in abundance for some rituals, and for the first time in a long time he ate his fill of hot food.Already
Twisting the staff between his fingers, the old man set off down the spiral road at a leisurely walking pace. For a moment, Tobius had a burning desire to hit him in the back with something explosive. Wizardly vengefulness demanded blood for the insult, and his fingers were already twitching, almost starting to weave a battle spell, when the Gray Master pulled himself together. To kill an old man, even such a mighty one, to kill in the back is meanness. The magician's code of honor did not forbid such actions, the authors of the code were entirely misanthropes, but Thobius had his own conscience, and guilt too, but it did not tire of reminding of itself.- Get it, man. And don't slow down!Tobius caught his staff and continued to follow the old man with a sigh. So they went down thirteen tiers, where the impudent escort stopped near a rather unusual building by local standards - a round one. All other structures were either square or rectangular, a kind of ice boxes, or were cut into
The magician finished the paragraph and let his tired hand rest.Why didn't you build cities in your homeland? People began to unite, obeying the natural evolutionary instinct. It is our nature to unite from small communities to large ones ... although if you carry the burden of knowledge and memory of all your ancestors, it must be terribly difficult for you to change something in your life.'We don't like change,' Harul confirmed succinctly.So, who did you meet when you got here?— With many. As homeless as we are.What about the Dalians? Have you seen them?- One.The conversation kind of died. The wizard was patient, and the Majidani were in no hurry to continue.- AND?— A terrible creature that passed by. He did not even see us, but we all felt then that we could die at any moment. Just if this terrible creature wants to kill us. Many fears have known the Majidani since that time, but we remember that fear especially clearly. Worse than dragons.It was a serious statement.- Hm
Thunder from heaven deafened the magician, and he stopped hearing his own thoughts. Trembling with all his being, Tobius raised his head and saw how in the dense dark gray sea of heaven, like a huge whale, a whitish silhouette swam. Spreading his fins, he let out another roar, and Tobius yelped as he fell to his knees. The carcass of the jormundar descended below the level of the clouds and continued its slow, majestic flight. Such a huge, such a heavy beast - seventy tons of bones, muscles, scales and impenetrable bone plates, with a wingspan of about one hundred and seventy-five yards. His roar once again split the world.“The Lord, great and united in the Armory Halls and near the Heavenly Forge, have mercy on Your humble servant and protect ... protect ... oh ... protect ...The dragon turned to the east and went at an angle, looking for prey. The plateau was for him like one huge tray with several moving snacks - oromu did not have time to hide. Thobius could still see the rece
And now I have to fight you? Tobius was worried.- Undesirable. Archivist Shangrun at your service, enchant.- Who are you?- Not "who", but "what". A behavioral imitation algorithm artificially created with the help of magic, which has at its disposal a complete list of documents stored in the annals of the Shangrun Book Depository.“So you are… the attornak who controls Shangrunn?”“I am Shangrun. Do you want to receive the document or do you want to keep the document for storage?- Get! Get Document!- Name?— Athebian scrolls!- This document is present in the annals of Shangrun in the amount of one copy. Follow your copy.- What? And will you give me the scrolls?- Yes.- So simple?“Char, Shangrun's archivist is limited in his ability to discuss various topics and may refuse to work correctly when using inaccurate wording. Please be more precise.“I wanted to ask, is the procedure for removing documents from the annals really going to be so simple?— In the case of the Athebian
A smooth blue crystal without sharp edges, very narrow and elongated to the height of a man, stood on a golden floor stand and was surrounded by other smaller blue crystals, mounted on thin golden twigs. The whole device resembled a model of the universe, which magicians had long known and accepted, but which the Church steadfastly denied, that is, the luminary in the center, and the spheres of matter revolve around it. Only instead of the sun there was a large narrow crystal, and instead of the rest of the celestial bodies - smaller crystals and different shapes. Teleportum, an artifact that was an analogue of the Teleportation spell, only capable of transferring matter to much longer distances, with a much more accurate "sight" and in much larger volumes.- Did they use it?- Officially, no. But I can't say for sure, since the teleportum is not part of my network of enchantments and spells. This is a separate artifact with its own energy generators and devices that focus the flow of