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For lunch, the prisoner of the Calpe fortress was served a bowl of thick and hot soup-puree, in which pieces of chopped herbs and rare meat fibers floated, a single crispy cracker rubbed with salt and garlic, instead of bread, and a decent pile of stewed mushrooms, as well as all kinds of forest berries. The meal was composed rather strangely, the abundance of gifts of the forest and the lack of habitual food were especially surprising, and in a wooden mug there was the most ordinary water, judging by the temperature, recently boiled. Suspicion aside, Tobius quickly finished his meal, licked his spoon, saved half the glass for later, and tried to sleep.Even the dimmest light no longer filtered through the narrow gap in the shutters when the sounds of someone's footsteps and the uneven light licking the eyelids were driven out of the prisoner's restless slumber.“Light the candles, please,” a rough male voice asked. “Char, if you try to fool around, my friend will bite your face off.
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During the weeks that Thobius spent in Calpe, he climbed the whole fortress, got acquainted with many of its defenders, studied the state of defensive weapons and fortifications, after which he came to the conclusion that an army, and a hundred times superior to the garrison itself, would break their teeth against this stronghold. Kalp was full of weapons and food, although there was some strangeness with the second. The favorable location of the fortress made it almost invulnerable, and the cruel discipline that the commandant maintained in his people aroused genuine admiration.The magician spent his time dealing with everyday problems, of which, in fact, the work of a healer was the most important. He quickly put most of the wounded and sick soldiers on their feet, and closely monitored the condition of the most difficult. At the same time, the wizard slowly tried to stir up the alchemist Gaston and arrange everything so that the laboratory began to smell of reagents, and not of ol
World Of The Fallen Dragon 73
The crossbowman smiled.“I can see and hear everything myself, so don’t worry, magician. Yes, and the soldiers will not run to the commandant with denunciations, he does not like this. After all, everyone here is talking about it, it's no secret to anyone. People are happy, you know?- Understand. In our west, the racial issue has always been blunted, there are almost no elves, dwarves, halflings and goblins here, and those that still live in Riven are so few in number that they do not interfere with anyone. Especially elves. So, apart from the Church, we have a pretty good relationship with them ..."You're thinking the wrong way, Toby," the free gunner interrupted. - The soldier loves her because when she showed up here, the forest became kinder to us. Understand?Tobius stopped forging.- Not sure.“Well,” Matisse thought for a moment, “I’ve only been hanging around here for a couple of years, and all this time she was here, but there are also such servicemen who stuck out on this
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“They will go to the bottom of Yakon!” - proclaimed the commandant, loudly approved by the soldiers.Then, at one moment, the warlike cries died down - a giant appeared from behind the trees, a huge, shaking with folds of fat, thick-bellied giant with a bump head sticking out of his shoulders. Following the first, the second moved, and both giants dragged behind them on thick ropes woven from vines, something like a giant leather bag. Dozens of them fussed around them, freaks, trying not to fall under the feet of the giants, smeared the grass and earth under the bag with fats and oils so that it would glide. The Cyclopes dragged her ashore, and the Zulan hordes parted to make way for the giants.“There you are, Cyclops. Matisse Cordol lowered his crossbow, put his foot in the stirrup and pulled the thick string with the lever, as if he intended to kill one of the giants with his own shot right away."They're bigger than I thought," the magician said softly so that he wouldn't be heard
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- Is there anything you can do?- I'm needed here.The Zulans were already dragging what could possibly be called boats to the water. The trunks of the ancient giants, skinned, with a hollowed out core and installed wooden shields, were already ripping up the shallow water of the western shore. The Zulans jumped onto these long, unstable little boats and rowed with everything - branches, makeshift oars - everything. One, three, six, ten, thirteen, twenty-five, more and more new boats rolled into the water, and each carried one and a half, two, or even two and a half dozen mighty rowers.- Artillery, do not sleep! Musketeers, please! Archers, set fire! To the bottom of them! To the bottom of the geeks!Cannonballs, arrows and bullets rushed towards the approaching flotilla. Even without hitting the targets, the cannonballs flopping into the water created enough waves to capsize the unstable primitive boats.- Like this! Don't hesitate! Reload soon!The archers fired from a canopy, the
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But that was not where his fear lay: Tobius suddenly became fully aware that he was in charge of a living and intelligent being. All his servants hitherto were either soulless puppets or inhuman spirits, he was not afraid to give them orders and did not care about opinions, which they could not have as such. Arcodillon, of course, was a different case, but he had spent eternity in battle and was destined for war, that ancient beast of Pongemonius. As for Kerubales, with him the magician suddenly felt like a despotic master who forced his unfortunate slave to commit murder. Kerubales was not created for violence, with all his power and frightening size, and he killed not a man, but an almost mindless monster, and yet ... Tobius swore to himself that he would never force his ogebo to kill again, because Kerubales would fulfill his order . If you decide to do something bad,Arcodillon disappeared when the wizard who called him did not have the necessary strength to maintain the beast in
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He walked around the building, as he had done on his first visit. The walls of the inn were protected by prayers that warded off not only evil, but magic itself as it is. It was impossible to get inside, but Tobius was not used to looking at the world from the height of a chicken perch, he looked wide and far, like a soaring eagle. Mainly because he had a flexible, inquisitive mind, but the ability to fly also helped.Soaring on the Wings of an Eagle, the wizard climbed to the very top of the tower, to where Marin had an office. Having looked into the windows that had not been washed for a long time and making sure that the holy grace does not protect them, the gray master broke several glasses and got inside.Despite the fragments that scattered on the floor, the former office did not begin to seem any more dirty; a mess, mixed with desolation, already reigned inside. There was no doubt that someone, most likely experienced "sniffers" of Investments, climbed the premises far and wide
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"What does that mean, charm?!" - the officer shouted, trying to block the screams of the indignant crowd.“It’s just that sometimes people need a little help to be human.But no one heard him. The guard held back the indignant, flying from everywhere, but rotten vegetables and insulting words did not reach; the irritated city fathers hurriedly retreated, accompanied by guards - they, too, could have been punished for a disrupted performance, although they were not to blame for anything. Tobius, on the other hand, looked around carefully and thought - people deliberately save rotten meat until better times, so that later they can throw it at someone, or some quick-witted hawkers go through the crowd and sell spoiled food for everyone, before some drunkard is wrapped in pads and it will be possible to use the sufferer's face as a target?The magician struck the ground with his staff, and his voice sounded like thunder, reaching the ears of all those gathered:It was my prisoner! I fough