Alas, despite the fact that Wolferin never put on the crown, he continued to hold power, and for several years a very strange and dangerous situation had developed in the country. The legitimate king abdicated and went into exile without starting a civil war. And previously nicknamed the Wise, Beyeron the First won many hearts of his subjects with this strange act. The great lords, who also did not have to participate in this war and confirm their loyalty to anyone, were forced to follow the new ruler, although half of them did not particularly like it, and the other half became a bone in the throat. But the throne was empty, and the most noble lords of Riven continued to look at each other in bewilderment and watch how quickly the regular army under the command of Wolferin was growing.The usurper did not put on the crown, but was able to change some laws, raise taxes and put them into service with his soldiers. This created an atmosphere of wariness in Riven, people waiting for the
Tobius really knew what an astral imprint is imposed on a person who has committed the worst of sins against his relatives. The curse falls on such a criminal with an eternal stigma and pursues him to death, even if he did this evil indirectly, with the wrong hands. Such a person will not know peace anywhere and never. And Radovan executed his relatives personally, which aggravated his fate many times. In Westerreich, the executioners could not even live among other people, they always had separate houses only for themselves and their families, so that no one would stay under the same roof with them. And the young wizard condemned the bloodshed, did not accept the paths that led through the bodies. Such ways that Radovan Karapsua came to power, having received several nicknames among the people. "Crimson", "Fierce" and ... "Executioner". The Gray Master remembered the day he saw Captain Zheloran,Nuagrimg is a strong and resilient alloy from which Dwarves forge elite weapons and armo
“You know, sir, I am not a very good rider. I'm more or less fine in the saddle of a racing squirrel, but horses ... no, I'm better here, in comfort.“I have to insist,” Richard Hoss ignored the nonsense about squirrels, “get on the croup, I was asked to take you forward.- No.“Lord Adrian Olenway made this request. He asked me to clarify this for you if you still refuse.Tobius frowned and, chewing his lower lip in doubt, nevertheless jumped out of the cart.“It was a pleasure to meet you, ladies and gentlemen,” he shouted to the convoy people, trying to climb onto the croup of the horse behind Ser Richard, “God willing, maybe we’ll see each other again!”"Take care of yourself, char Tobius!"— God bless you, the Blacksmith!And thanks for the fish!Richard the Two Woodpeckers drove the wizard forward, past the marching host, past the rolling cannons, armored wagons of gunpowder and ammunition, past the troopers leading their horses, to where the banners of the fire-breathing bear a
Thobius turned, swaying dangerously in his saddle, and looked at the huge skeletons in the distance.“So when our people left Dubram, they had to work hard to remove the crumpled doors and what was left of the lattice from the road.When the stone massif of Dubram hung over them, people, without saying a word, fell silent. The soldiers took out crossbows and pistols, Ser Richard, passing under the arch of the gate, pulled the string and began to drive the bow from side to side. Tobius was ready to take off from his saddle and use his battle magic as Chaplain Gosef rode, swinging his heavy hammer in his right hand. Why he volunteered to go on this sortie, the cleric did not explain - he only said that he was obeying the will from above, which made the soldiers look at each other in bewilderment.Dubram's courtyard was empty, save for a few fires with empty skewers, long cooled and partly washed out by the rain. Stables, forges, warehouses were completely or partially destroyed, there w
- Sit silently!The wizard pulled the bolt, pulled out the ritual knife from the scabbard and began to put small icons on wood and metal, while reciting the memorized spell. Then he took a box of blue ointment from his belt bag and drew a continuous line across the joint.“It'll give us a few extra seconds if he starts rushing in here. Actually, the spell is designed for spiritual entities, not for demons, but we will win some moments ...Was that a demon?— No, the evil Gray Wolf! the mage barked.Ignoring the stunned people, Tobius looked around the great hall with sooty walls and ceiling beams, many hearths and stoves, tall skylights and empty cauldrons. Cold and musty reigned where suffocating heat and the smell of food should have reigned. The doors to the storerooms were left open. If, leaving, the defenders of Dubram left something to eat, then the Zulans and the like have long since cleaned everything up.The gray master counted the people who were lucky enough to be with him.
The demon was smart enough to understand that he was simply being starved out. With a howl of rage, he severed the magic ropes. The bully shattered into chips from one full-fledged slap in the face, from the second the Reaper broke. Anatar lunged at the earth elemental, crashing into the rock of its body with its horned head, and with two swipes of its claws tore the summoned creature apart. Having finally finished with the water elemental, the demon rushed to hitherto methodically strumming the bowstring Arrow, but Tobius managed to lift the last surviving golem to the ceiling and glue it there, safely. He cast several prepared spells on himself: Cat Reflexes, Invulnerability, Painkiller. With such a set of simple charms, he could emerge victorious from a battle with ten perfectly trained human warriors, but a demon raged below, who, in a fit of hungry rage, began to throw pieces of furniture and pieces of stone left from the elemental at the wizard. Realizing that it was useless,
Please give me my knife. Magda, fascinated by the dance of multi-colored luminous threads in the whirlpool of incomprehensible squiggles, shuddered as if emerging from a slumber, and handed Tobius his ritual knife. - Turn around. The wizard cast Painkiller, a blood-clotting spell on himself, and created a small magical mirror from the moisture pulled out of the air, after which he carefully opened his peritoneum and began to delve into his own giblets. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Magda was following his manipulations, green with a bout of nausea. It seemed funny to him - the canteens often have to see mangled flesh after the battle, sometimes they help healers in hospitals, and sometimes they indulge in looting, so the habit develops quickly for many. But to see how a living person guts himself is too heavy and insane a sight for a simple human mind, so that even an experienced one can fail the stomach. Tobius completed the manipulation of his insides and fused th
"Char Thobius, have you traveled a lot?"“Probably not as many as you, sire.Have you met monsters?— I had to.- Me too. I remember once we encountered a jackalot. That creature devoured many children.“Jackalots are not monsters, they are beasts. Smart, strong and very dangerous, but still animals.“Don't be so quick to judge until you're face to face with these creatures.- Fair.- Who have you met?Tobius hid the book in his bag.— With many. If we discard petty evil spirits like pasatuksh, vadurgs and other zealots, then there will still be a lot left. I remember once I foolishly wandered into a cursed place, and there ... I still don’t know what those creatures were called, but it was a miracle that we survived then. Although not unambiguous. There was a case when I had to run away from Murza. Although Murz is also a beast. And once we encountered a Dezrimzen [Carnivorous tree monster that can move quickly.], this creaky creature was chasing us ... chasing for a long time, I mus