Art Bogdanov read in dark paths. The last temple. Dark paths (SI)

The last temple 4. Dark paths.

Art Bogdanov

As soon as we pushed through the bluish film of the entrance to the instance with our bodies, I was literally nailed with system messages. I had to slow down everyone and deal with the blockage. Drake had the same story, but he had been here before, so he sorted out the messages quickly. But I got tired of listening to his teachings in a mocking intonation, so I advised him to shut up and began to clear the rubble myself.

The first message was the legend of Maghat-Trogtar, which I had already heard. Two piedmont princes, from light gnomes and dark dwarves, decided to throw off the shackles of eternal hatred and build their new city. In the native dialect, its name was the analogue of Veliky Novgorod. And even the laws and regulations there were very similar. As well as the relationship of local residents.

To the surprise of the rest of the races, they succeeded and, moreover, they became significantly stronger in the process. The rest did not like it, including the gods, and, as a result, was declared crusade, in order to teach a lesson to those who have decided to live in peace and tolerance, and not cut their throats and blame everyone around for their failures. The city was crushed by the whole world, but they could not stop and continued the eternal massacre under the contented laughter of the gods, for whom every death is like a sip of wine. A grandiose divine booze broke out, but the princes of the city renounced the gods who had betrayed them and called the Nameless into this world. The city itself and its surroundings have become a zone in which there is no longer the power of the old gods. The city submitted to the new Masters, and all those who died here did not find afterlife, remaining ghostly spirits or, on the contrary, soulless walking corpses. This is their new fate and retribution for inaction.

Theoretically, it was believed that this instance could be cleaned up, because spirits and zombies received the same penalties when they died as players. And therefore, from each death they weaken and eventually die completely. But in practice, they also gained experience from killing players. And in terms of complexity, this instance was considered one of the most-most hardcore available from the thirtieth level. There were also tougher dungeons, but there is also an entrance from one hundred to one hundred and fifty plus. Here everyone could try their luck.

The rest of the messages were far less rosy. Since this zone was out of the power of the gods, I turned off all the buns from the priesthood in the Pokhvist pantheon. Access to grace disappeared and all divine spells that were given as a reward for completing the Heir quest became inactive, and the mana bar dipped by two-thirds. I was glad that I managed to pick up gray spells from vampires and dressed up in gear, which increases my characteristics as an assassin fighter. Even the weapon, a pair of blades of blood, is very out of place. In addition, all gray spells and skills have risen by a third and will develop faster by a third.

There is no specific initial goal in this instance and you can find quests at every step that can be completed in this location, and there are also entrances to Purgatory and from there to Inferno and Eden.

Also, as the leader of the group, I was promised trouble in the form of a twenty percent increase in the difficulty of all quests and enemies due to the participation of gray NPCs in my group.

I looked around my host and chuckled. There is no need for trouble. It's fun without them.

With Drake, everything is more or less clear. The same crazy old man like me, in the same vampire outfit and with an aura of hatred in reserve. He dropped the illusion ordinary person and now sported blue raised veins in a pale face and anthracite eyes without whites. Creepy, but in some ways even an aesthetic spectacle. But, in fact, that's still a pain in the ass, even though I'm already used to it.

But the rest weren't happy. Tius for Dag was the Guardian of the House and had a lot of strength, but now he has become an exile, and what this added and what cut, you will need to understand during the game. He himself has become much more silent than he was, although vampires are not very eloquent in their normal state. They look like model boys and girls with aristocratic mannerisms and haughty faces. At the same time, in ethics and arrogance they can compete with elves, but nobility and military honor are valued above all else. And they are always dressed to the nines and look perfect, even now at a ball in high society. Tius, on the other hand, became slightly battered and rumpled, as if he had drunk for a week without any measure. He looked sickly, and from time to time a spark of madness flickered in his eyes. Even his movements sometimes became broken and jerky, which caused an association with insanity. A creepy sight. Like a mad dog on tranquilizers. At any moment, their action will end and what will happen next, even Vanga will not predict.

Ringing Brook was like Tyus in many ways. If earlier she fully lived up to her name, constantly chirping and moving, creating a feeling of vibrant youth and overflowing with the energy of a strong and healthy body, now she has become only a pale shadow of herself. She remained silent more and answered questions sparingly, and sometimes even angrily. Her eyes often flashed with barely contained fits of berserker rage, which frightened no less than the sickly sight of a vampire exile.

And with this team I was going to break through Maghat-Trogtar, Purgatory and Inferno? Apparently, I also picked up a dose of psychosis. But there is no way out. I need to speed up in completing the Heir of the Last Temple quest, because the trapping network of clans blessed by the gods is shrinking tighter and tighter, who really need this quest and its results. And the fact that the fanatics from the Church and the Guardians of the Faith would retreat, I strongly doubted. They don't have the same character. Blind faith often threw this world into the abyss of hell, but still, every time there are those who make it their life, not wanting to see anything else. And it's useless to argue with them. They bring goodness and light on the edge of bayonets in the name of all mankind, without even asking who needs it from all this humanity. More precisely, they killed those who did not share their cheerful position of the common good. But also good. And in the name.

And now they really want to benefit me and my environment, so that we understand how we are mistaken in our judgments.

Go! - Briefly I threw the others. The mood deteriorated after the loss of most of the strongest spells, and now my hands just itched to fill someone's face. The aura of the Great Wrath of Chaos did not go away and obediently spread out a cloak of air, but with splashes of purple sparks.

What? - NPCs responded synchronously, not understanding my humor.

Wait, homegrown Gagarin. The death knight chuckled. - You didn’t forget to urinate on a stone before flying to the Republic?! In the name of tradition and rationalism. It is not profitable for us to wait for your race from transcendental distances.

Here is the infection. As always in his repertoire and as always much more experienced than me. I would have killed long ago, but after all, a useful reptile, albeit harmful.

Tell me! I sighed heavily, resigned to yet another sarcastic lecture from the Ripper. In my opinion, he increased his heart rate by this and tried to compensate for the damage that I caused him by taking down the levels. To be honest, I had little idea of ​​such a comedian at the head of an order of sociopaths and anarchists. Those had to be kept in an iron fist, killing for the slightest peep against the leader.

But whatever Drake said about himself, he was a very adaptive person in terms of psychology and used the game to relieve stress and bad thoughts. And it looks like he used me for the same.

Look, it's virtual. It is legal?

Yes. Iskin will confirm, provide logs and record. And this, dad! You don't get too mad just yet. Come, look, rest. Doctors asked you not to climb into adrenaline places for a week. And this whole month you have to stay in the sandbox?

Sandbox?

Locations for beginners New arrivals are swinging here. Above the tenth level you will not jump. But up to ten, no one can hit or kill you. From the players. Even if he tries, a weapon or a fist will simply fly through you without causing harm. But mobs can bite. Therefore, take a walk at least a week in the district. Here's another one, - Bogdan handed me a weighty volume, - a gift from the admins. Here are the guides for the game. The forum and guides are not available from the game. So I hustled.

And is it legal? You said the admins don't interfere.

Yes, everything is fine. Many copy their favorite books and read them in the game. It's even useful for stats.

Like this?

There are many achievements in the game. They give them out for everything that is possible. And they affect the character. For example, the more you run, the less you will get tired later and you will get the “Marathon Runner” achievement. Or "Sprinter", if you put your whole soul into speed. As a result, you can run faster. And so in everything. Even reading books, you will pump intellect and wisdom.

So simple?

Not really. Here, all development is built on the principle of a number series with a constant increase in the limit bar. So at first, everything seems to be simple. The levels will fly, as will the achievements. But the further, the more difficult. After the hundredth level, you will rejoice at every level, every one. So do not rush to break the levels. Earn stats. It's more useful.

When will we see you?

I don't know, dad. - Bogdan shrugged his shoulders a little frustrated. - Everything is complicated here. I am currently logged in with an administrative account. He is very cut down. And it depends on the capsule in the corporation building. I can't create a profile. Company rules do not allow registration in two games. And I'm in Cosmos. Moreover, I now also work there. So I don't even have the right to leave to create a new acc. I will talk to the admins. With a journalist, I will definitely. And we'll see. If so, I'll send a letter.

Okay, say hello to Elka! - I waved my hand. I see it's time for you.

I'm sorry, dad. - Bogdan looked down in embarrassment. - New job, lots of things to do.

Yes, I am aware! Don't worry, I'll break through like I always do.

I know! The son smiled. - You are ... read the guides. Lots of good stuff in them.

I waved it off and went to meet fate.

The exit from the cave looked like a thin film through which I passed.

O-x-x-x-x! - I could only exhale from the surging sensations. Compared to real life, it was like a hangover after a long illness. Weakness set in instantly. Entangled all the muscles.

I stood on a stone terrace carved right into the rock. A dozen more caves overlooked it. Steps led down from the terrace, resting on an ordinary village. Log cabins, shingled roofs, moss-covered mounds. In the yards, limited by the usual wattle fence, chickens ran. The huts were scattered randomly, without any system. Behind, towering mountain peaks, crossed out by strings of waterfalls. To the right, a mountain river cascaded into a vast lake, and to the left, a dense forest rose. Gloomy pines, of incredible height, quietly rustled under the gusts of wind.

Incredible detail of the landscape and bright saturated colors were breathtaking. This world wasn't real, and he didn't try to be. He was better. Brighter, prettier, cleaner. The grass is emerald, monotonous, like a quality lawn. In some places, bushes and flowers grow picturesquely, just as perfect.

I listened to my feelings. Weakness gradually gave way to habit. The general lethargy has not gone anywhere, but still, it has become easier. Translucent inscriptions popped up in front of the face, advising you to familiarize yourself with the game interface and the basics gameplay. I mentally reached for the blinking yellow firefly icon. Then everything was as simple as working with the usual game interface of any game.

First of all, I assessed my characteristics.

Strength - 1

Endurance - 1

Agility - 1

Intelligence - 1

Wisdom - 1

Intuition - 1

Spirit - 1

Luck - 1

Charisma - 1

A box with explanations pops up next to each parameter. Strength was responsible for carrying weight and damage from physical attacks. Endurance for the level of health and vigor scale. Agility respectively increased speed, accuracy, jumping ability and the chance of critical damage. Intelligence and wisdom were responsible for the power of spells, the amount of mana, the speed of its replenishment, the time it took to cast a spell, and the rollback speed. The value of the spirit affected the resistance to all types of damage, reduced pain and the chance of a critical hit from the enemy. Well, luck is understandable. Everyone should be friends with this characteristic. But the charisma was a little puzzling. This stat determined leadership and reputation.

Further there was a description of fines and bonuses with extensive explanations. Strength and Endurance penalized Dexterity, Intelligence, and Wisdom, but enhanced each other, Spirit, and Charisma. Accordingly, dexterity, intelligence and wisdom penalized strength and endurance. Wisdom and intellect mutually strengthened, and even increased intuition. Moreover, the price of the fine constantly varied, but the digital value did not change. For example, when agility was raised, the strength remained nominally the same, but at the same time, a unit of strength gave out only 0.9 effectiveness in fact, while the raised value gave 1.1.

All these penalties were explained by the mechanics of the game and the logic of the developers. Strength and endurance depended on muscle mass, so the character's inertia increased. At the same time, the spirit increased, since a strong body endures all hardships and hardships more easily. Charisma increased due to the fact that big fists are a weighty argument in matters of reputation. But with intelligence and wisdom, everything even sounded ridiculous. As in the saying, "there is power, no mind is needed." It was argued that sugar is needed for the high-quality work of the brain, and the same sugar inhibits the growth of muscle mass.

For some time I tried to bring this jungle into some kind of understandable system, but I could not. Everything was too complicated. Moreover, these efficiency coefficients were not displayed on the interface, but were calculated in the process, reflecting on practical results. It also hindered the fact that there were secondary characteristics, which now gleamed forlornly in singles.

Observation - 1

Sensitivity - 1

The essence of things - 1

Stealth - 1

Speed ​​- 1

Comprehension - 1

Craft - 1

Eloquence - 1

Trade - 1

Accuracy - 1

Accuracy - 1

These stats could not be upgraded by flipping points gained by leveling up. They evolved over the course of the game. And again, their meanings were blurred. They were influenced by both the magnitude of the main characteristics and the development of professions and skills. The list of professions was generally unlimited.

In the upper right corner I saw three scales . Life - 100/100, mana - 100/100, vigor 100/100. A little lower are three more scales, but already completely transparent. Paying attention to them, forced the system to highlight them. It was hunger, thirst and comfort. The last scale reminded, yes, probably, was a thermometer. Although there was no particular need for it due to the presence of another scale. The most archival scale of sensations, which I had at one hundred percent. Thanks to this, both cold and heat were felt tactile.

I minimized all system message windows. The language in references is too dry, too generalized. All this goodness will have to be dealt with in the process. And it is desirable to find someone who will help me figure it out.

By the time I reached the outskirts of the village, vigor quietly went into the red sector, there was a persistent feeling of weakness and shortness of breath. Just like that, old age has come again. It's good that it doesn't hurt or ache anywhere. I had to sit on a pile of firewood at the very first hut and rest. Cheerfulness slowly crept up, to be more precise, then to the right. And while I was resting, I decided to take an inventory of the property. In the character window there were slots for clothes and jewelry, and, accordingly, weapons. Now I'm wearing ordinary homespun pants and a shirt. On the feet, as in ancient times, there were bast shoes woven from birch bark. I've only seen them in history books. But it's okay, it's convenient. The shirt was girdled with an ordinary rope, on which a skinny purse dangled, more like an ordinary bag, only reduced by a hundred times. A soldier's cider hung on straps behind his back. And of course two pockets on the pants. Remarkably, all the insides for carrying my meager goods were magical spatial containers. What the hint system did not fail to remind me of. I could put any weapon in my pants pocket, even a tower shield. In the bag, he could impose decently any kind of good. But now there was only one loaf of bread and a leather flask of water. But in the purse I was pleasantly surprised by the presence of fifty silver coins.

Happiness in the load (SI)
Smirnova Irina , Devlin Jade
Fiction, Detective fiction, Romance, Erotica

From childhood, they dream of escaping from the matriarchal planet. She is their only chance for salvation. They met and immediately got into trouble ... in trouble or in happiness? Venga is minimized, 99% of events take place on other planets. It is not necessary to read anything about Wenge.) This is a separate story about happiness. In the load;) But if you read some books of the cycle, then you will meet familiar characters. And here are also mentioned: - Elvernites, although it is not necessary to read the "Secret of the Elvernites" to understand the intrigue - Belyuor, although it is not necessary to read "Lyriel Livejoy" to understand the intrigue.

The last temple 4. Dark paths.

Art Bogdanov

As soon as we pushed through the bluish film of the entrance to the instance with our bodies, I was literally nailed with system messages. I had to slow down everyone and deal with the blockage. Drake had the same story, but he had been here before, so he sorted out the messages quickly. But I got tired of listening to his teachings in a mocking intonation, so I advised him to shut up and began to clear the rubble myself.

The first message was the legend of Maghat-Trogtar, which I had already heard. Two piedmont princes, from light gnomes and dark dwarves, decided to throw off the shackles of eternal hatred and build their new city. In the native dialect, its name was the analogue of Veliky Novgorod. And even the laws and regulations there were very similar. As well as the relationship of local residents.

To the surprise of the rest of the races, they succeeded and, moreover, they became significantly stronger in the process. The rest did not like it, including the gods, and, as a result, a crusade was declared in order to teach a lesson to those who decided to live in peace and tolerance, and not cut their throats and blame everyone around for their failures. The city was crushed by the whole world, but they could not stop and continued the eternal massacre under the contented laughter of the gods, for whom every death is like a sip of wine. A grandiose divine booze broke out, but the princes of the city renounced the gods who had betrayed them and called the Nameless into this world. The city itself and its surroundings have become a zone in which there is no longer the power of the old gods. The city submitted to the new Masters, and all those who died here did not find afterlife, remaining ghostly spirits or, on the contrary, soulless walking corpses. This is their new fate and retribution for inaction.

Theoretically, it was believed that this instance could be cleaned up, because spirits and zombies received the same penalties when they died as players. And therefore, from each death they weaken and eventually die completely. But in practice, they also gained experience from killing players. And in terms of complexity, this instance was considered one of the most-most hardcore available from the thirtieth level. There were also tougher dungeons, but there is also an entrance from one hundred to one hundred and fifty plus. Here everyone could try their luck.

The rest of the messages were far less rosy. Since this zone was out of the power of the gods, I turned off all the buns from the priesthood in the Pokhvist pantheon. Access to grace disappeared and all divine spells that were given as a reward for completing the Heir quest became inactive, and the mana bar dipped by two-thirds. I was glad that I managed to pick up gray spells from vampires and dressed up in gear, which increases my characteristics as an assassin fighter. Even the weapon, a pair of blades of blood, is very out of place. In addition, all gray spells and skills have risen by a third and will develop faster by a third.

There is no specific initial goal in this instance and you can find quests at every step that can be completed in this location, and there are also entrances to Purgatory and from there to Inferno and Eden.

Also, as the leader of the group, I was promised trouble in the form of a twenty percent increase in the difficulty of all quests and enemies due to the participation of gray NPCs in my group.

I looked around my host and chuckled. There is no need for trouble. It's fun without them.

With Drake, everything is more or less clear. The same crazy old man like me, in the same vampire outfit and with an aura of hatred in reserve. He had shed the illusion of an ordinary person and now sported blue veins in a pale face and anthracite eyes without white. Creepy, but in some ways even an aesthetic spectacle. But, in fact, that's still a pain in the ass, even though I'm already used to it.

But the rest weren't happy. Tius for Dag was the Guardian of the House and had a lot of strength, but now he has become an exile, and what this added and what cut, you will need to understand during the game. He himself has become much more silent than he was, although vampires are not very eloquent in their normal state. They look like model boys and girls with aristocratic mannerisms and haughty faces. At the same time, in ethics and arrogance they can compete with elves, but nobility and military honor are valued above all else. And they are always dressed to the nines and look perfect, even now at a ball in high society. Tius, on the other hand, became slightly battered and rumpled, as if he had drunk for a week without any measure. He looked sickly, and from time to time a spark of madness flickered in his eyes. Even his movements sometimes became broken and jerky, which caused an association with insanity. A creepy sight. Like a mad dog on tranquilizers. At any moment, their action will end and what will happen next, even Vanga will not predict.

As soon as we pushed through the bluish film of the entrance to the instance with our bodies, I was literally nailed with system messages. I had to slow down everyone and deal with the blockage. Drake had the same story, but he had been here before, so he sorted out the messages quickly. But I got tired of listening to his teachings in a mocking intonation, so I advised him to shut up and began to clear the rubble myself.

The first message was the legend of Maghat-Trogtar, which I had already heard. Two piedmont princes, from light gnomes and dark dwarves, decided to throw off the shackles of eternal hatred and build their new city. In the native dialect, its name was the analogue of Veliky Novgorod. And even the laws and regulations there were very similar. As well as the relationship of local residents.

To the surprise of the rest of the races, they succeeded and, moreover, they became significantly stronger in the process. The rest did not like it, including the gods, and, as a result, a crusade was declared in order to teach a lesson to those who decided to live in peace and tolerance, and not cut their throats and blame everyone around for their failures. The city was crushed by the whole world, but they could not stop and continued the eternal massacre under the contented laughter of the gods, for whom every death is like a sip of wine. A grandiose divine booze broke out, but the princes of the city renounced the gods who had betrayed them and called the Nameless into this world. The city itself and its surroundings have become a zone in which there is no longer the power of the old gods. The city submitted to the new Masters, and all those who died here did not find afterlife, remaining ghostly spirits or, on the contrary, soulless walking corpses. This is their new fate and retribution for inaction.

Theoretically, it was believed that this instance could be cleaned up, because spirits and zombies received the same penalties when they died as players. And therefore, from each death they weaken and eventually die completely. But in practice, they also gained experience from killing players. And in terms of complexity, this instance was considered one of the most-most hardcore available from the thirtieth level. There were also tougher dungeons, but there is also an entrance from one hundred to one hundred and fifty plus. Here everyone could try their luck.

The rest of the messages were far less rosy. Since this zone was out of the power of the gods, I turned off all the buns from the priesthood in the Pokhvist pantheon. Access to grace disappeared and all divine spells that were given as a reward for completing the Heir quest became inactive, and the mana bar dipped by two-thirds. I was glad that I managed to pick up gray spells from vampires and dressed up in gear, which increases my characteristics as an assassin fighter. Even the weapon, a pair of blades of blood, is very out of place. In addition, all gray spells and skills have risen by a third and will develop faster by a third.

There is no specific initial goal in this instance and you can find quests at every step that can be completed in this location, and there are also entrances to Purgatory and from there to Inferno and Eden.

Also, as the leader of the group, I was promised trouble in the form of a twenty percent increase in the difficulty of all quests and enemies due to the participation of gray NPCs in my group.

I looked around my host and chuckled. There is no need for trouble. It's fun without them.

With Drake, everything is more or less clear. The same crazy old man like me, in the same vampire outfit and with an aura of hatred in reserve. He had shed the illusion of an ordinary person and now sported blue veins in a pale face and anthracite eyes without white. Creepy, but in some ways even an aesthetic spectacle. But, in fact, that's still a pain in the ass, even though I'm already used to it.

But the rest weren't happy. Tius for Dag was the Guardian of the House and had a lot of strength, but now he has become an exile, and what this added and what cut, you will need to understand during the game. He himself has become much more silent than he was, although vampires are not very eloquent in their normal state. They look like model boys and girls with aristocratic mannerisms and haughty faces. At the same time, in ethics and arrogance they can compete with elves, but nobility and military honor are valued above all else. And they are always dressed to the nines and look perfect, even now at a ball in high society. Tius, on the other hand, became slightly battered and rumpled, as if he had drunk for a week without any measure. He looked sickly, and from time to time a spark of madness flickered in his eyes. Even his movements sometimes became broken and jerky, which caused an association with insanity. A creepy sight. Like a mad dog on tranquilizers. At any moment, their action will end and what will happen next, even Vanga will not predict.

Ringing Brook was like Tyus in many ways. If earlier she fully lived up to her name, constantly chirping and moving, creating a feeling of vibrant youth and overflowing with the energy of a strong and healthy body, now she has become only a pale shadow of herself. She remained silent more and answered questions sparingly, and sometimes even angrily. Her eyes often flashed with barely contained fits of berserker rage, which frightened no less than the sickly sight of a vampire exile.

And with this team I was going to break through Maghat-Trogtar, Purgatory and Inferno? Apparently, I also picked up a dose of psychosis. But there is no way out. I need to speed up in completing the Heir of the Last Temple quest, because the trapping network of clans blessed by the gods is shrinking tighter and tighter, who really need this quest and its results. And the fact that the fanatics from the Church and the Guardians of the Faith would retreat, I strongly doubted. They don't have the same character. Blind faith often threw this world into the abyss of hell, but still, every time there are those who make it their life, not wanting to see anything else. And it's useless to argue with them. They bring goodness and light on the edge of bayonets in the name of all mankind, without even asking who needs it from all this humanity. More precisely, they killed those who did not share their cheerful position of the common good. But also good. And in the name.

And now they really want to benefit me and my environment, so that we understand how we are mistaken in our judgments.

Go! - Briefly I threw the others. The mood deteriorated after the loss of most of the strongest spells, and now my hands just itched to fill someone's face. The aura of the Great Wrath of Chaos did not go away and obediently spread out a cloak of air, but with splashes of purple sparks.

What? - NPCs responded synchronously, not understanding my humor.

Wait, homegrown Gagarin. The death knight chuckled. - You didn’t forget to urinate on a stone before flying to the Republic?! In the name of tradition and rationalism. It is not profitable for us to wait for your race from transcendental distances.

Here is the infection. As always in his repertoire and as always much more experienced than me. I would have killed long ago, but after all, a useful reptile, albeit harmful.

Tell me! I sighed heavily, resigned to yet another sarcastic lecture from the Ripper. In my opinion, he increased his heart rate by this and tried to compensate for the damage that I caused him by taking down the levels. To be honest, I had little idea of ​​such a comedian at the head of an order of sociopaths and anarchists. Those had to be kept in an iron fist, killing for the slightest peep against the leader.

But whatever Drake said about himself, he was a very adaptive person in terms of psychology and used the game to relieve stress and bad thoughts. And it looks like he used me for the same.