FANTASY
We bring to your attention a great deal of material on the
game "LORDS OF CHAOS". Pass call Andrew Shkolnikova - author
short stories, written explanation of this interesting
game.
BRIEF INTRODUCTION
Describe the game "Lords of Chaos" is not necessary: its
detailed description is placed in the book "Computer Worlds 2"
and "Best Game 5." Large, generalized
description of the game can also be found in the second
number of electronic newspapers "ON-LINE". Incidentally, in
Moscow, "Computer worlds" can be purchased at the bureau
"Inforkoma on Novy Arbat, and, of course, on radio markets in
the Tsarina and Mitino.
Nevertheless, just in case briefly
describe the spells that are in the "Lord".
Initially, the magician is given a certain amount of experience
points (experience points), to which he can improve his
physical characteristics. And the rest can be type spells. The
same spell can be bought several times: from this its strength
increases. For example, double Call centaur spell allows you to
call the two centaurs, and yet remain Single spell.
And yet, before moving on to the list
spells one thing that I do not
just figured out: In his first move your
wizard can not move, but only
magic and pick up items if they
is there where he stands. The same applies to
beings, which he will first turn.
And now - magic!
I. BEINGS. They all share one thing -
they are very different. Among them are miners, soldiers,
horse-riding establishment. Many are able to fly. There are
even invisible, or who can walk through walls.
Best of all in the battle dragons, and they even know how to
breathe fire. But to call the dragon, you must have a boiler
and a dragon weed (Dragon herb).
A few creatures - the undead. Usual
by them not to kill, kill the undead can
just another undead, fire or magic (in
Specifically, enchanted weapons).
II. Potion. Very different - Stealth
(Invisibility), security (protection), strength
(Strength), velocity (speed), healing
(Healing), flight (flying). And superzele
(Super potion) - it immediately raises the speed, endurance,
strength and protection.
The hardest thing - remember which ingredient for a potion
needed. And, of course, always need a boiler. Typically, the
boiler potions enough for four sips.
Here's what what you need:
apple (apple) - for healing potions;
mistletoe (mistletoe) - potion for strength;
clover (clover) - for a potion of protection;
crystal (crystal) - for a potion of invisibility;
fairy wings (fairy wing) - potion for flight;
Sulfur (sulph) - potion for speed;
Amber (ambergris) - for superzelya.
III. COMBAT MAGIC. This includes spells, just beating the
enemy: magic attack (magic attack), magic arrow (magic bolt)
and a magic lightning (magic lightning). Lightning is different
from other most affected area.
More in this group curse (curse),
which causes bleeding from the enemy, and
that some time later dies.
Oh, and can be attributed to this group
fire magic (magic fire), Velcro
(Gooey blob) and liana (tangle vine). They
constrain the movement of the enemy and hurt someone who was
careless enough to stop them.
IV. ORDINARY MAGIC. This group may
include teleport (teleport), magic
Shield (magic shield), flood (flood):
it extinguishes the fire, and it is quite possible to drown.
This group includes more trivial things: enchant - fascinate
weapons, so that it gets better and can kill the undead.
Subordination (subversion) - if you are very lucky, it will
reassign you to enemy creature.
The last spell - magic eye; it
allows both to see the point in
which is directed, and also see
all invisible.
*
And finally, before moving on to
story: the hero and of some of the
referred to "behind the scenes" I borrowed from
Jack Vance. In my defense, I can say that he Mazirian die, so I
decided that he no longer needed him, and revived him.
(C) Andrew Shkolnikov, 1996.
Jack Vance is greatly appreciated.
Do not tell him about it.
FORBIDDEN WORLDS
(Based on the game "LORDS OF CHAOS")
- He is killed! Rugar, he's certainly
killed! Or die now! - Little orange man running around the
room, excitedly waving his arms.
- Do not be! - Artificially surprised Rugar. - How did you
get that?
- Well, of course! The portal is closed - now, if he was
alive, he would never get out! As you yourself do not
understand?
- Stop tantrum. - Rugar, though
not moving his head, however, did not take his eyes from the
Elbe chilling, as if prishpilivaya him to the floor.
- You Torquemada thought it would be
so entertaining walk? Killed,
to burn with stones and home? As I sometimes
I regret that he had killed Pandeluma. He had a wacky ideas
about chaos, but it was the IAC! And I have done a foolish
think - and here, please stay with you, a nobody. Well now at
least one nonentity became less.
- Rugar! - Shocked Elba froze
with a ridiculous throw up his hands. -How can you be?
- If you've calmed down - just contemptuously threw Rugar -
may think Who Killed Torquemada.
- But ... How do I know? He ... Then
is, I do not ... Black Heaven! This Mazirian! - From the
excitement of Elba again ran, choking on the words. - Of
course! Pair years ago there was a rumor that he is alive ... he
knows the way to the Forbidden Worlds ... He always
feuded with the Lords of Chaos! Rugar, all
converges! This is exactly Mazirian!
Rugar with a cold smile, looking at
Elba, conveniently stretched out on his black
throne. This throne was a masterpiece. Modest, almost devoid of
jewelry, he nevertheless hit her
beauty - cold and inhuman. The man could hardly even just to sit
on this throne, and even more comfortable stretch. Rugar but
now was in his true form - at home, he never changed the look,
do not play the man.
Elba, finally catching the eye Rugar, stopped abruptly on
the spot. Somehow does this look told him all at once, and he
could barely stay on his feet.
- You know, right? - Said bitterly Elbe
somehow immediately calmed down. -I knew even then ... Two
years ago ... All this time he knew - And did not warn us!
Torquemada went to Wood, indeed, as the walk. And you
silent - that you lose? Torquemada prihlopnet Maziriana -
excellent. Mazirian prihlopnet Torquemada - too anything. Big
deal, Junior Lord! But the great Rugar learns by the enemy!
Rugar smiled back, clenched
lips - or that replaced his lips.
- Good for you. Not bad ... for a redneck.
You do not even have the courage to think out
end.
Elba, of course, understand who may still donate Rugar, had
the sense to remain silent.
*
Mazirian finally dropping a tough
band, and a heavy cloak of a magician, luxuriated in a hot tub,
leaning back so that the water touched the nape. Everything went
even better than he dared hope. And although
body ached terribly, though again ached two hundred year old
scars from the whiplash of trees - it was filled with joy.
Failed! And how did it!
Only once in a hundred thousand years gives access to three
Forbidden World - the three worlds, of which there are legends,
which dream of all magicians. And then in each
The world can stay only a few hours - or three hundred thousand
years.
In memory of the people did not survive, who is
powerful gods and demons of antiquity
Forbidden Worlds are created and why. Normal
man they do not need and nothing: It is forbidden - and
chudnenko, let it remain! The ordinary man in the Forbidden
Worlds do not get, and does not want it there. Only mages rush
there, arrogantly trying to pass between worlds, bypassing the
portal and disappear ever knows where - and all for the sake of
treasure Forbidden Worlds.
It does not hurt-and expensive it is treasure. Zolotishko,
pebbles - all as expected, but ... do not get rich on this, do
not stand treasures such hazards. Yet when a couple of hours
open portal, the greatest magicians risking everything, go to
the Forbidden Worlds, and the other powerless to grind their
teeth. For each pebble, each ingot or an old sword from
hoards of Worlds imbued with magical energy, so much so that if
all three treasures to give most normal village witch, yeah
if it does not burn down such a force, it will be
its power and authority is not much smaller than
were at the very Arhinekromanta Fandaala.
And as if that was not enough, or
a strange sense of humor was the creator
Forbidden Worlds, only acts in them
one more rule: each kill increases
energy mage-killer, and a double - if killed
He personally, and not stooges - the creation of
own. That's why magicians are afraid of small forbidden worlds:
shake, and vozhdeleyut and vozhdeleyut, trembling. For now go
to the Forbidden Worlds of the powerful Lords of Chaos -
Torquemada, Elba Smogg himself a terrible Rugar. Torquemada and
the Elbe were used by people until they surrendered the
Darkness. As for Rugar - say it's not the man he is and is not
a demon. They say that his power is immeasurable - both
ordinary and magical. It is said that he was strongest in the
ancient and wise race of people, dragons, but it was the heart
of Darkness and she changed it a hundred times by increasing its
force; and the tribe abandoned him. And others
say that he somehow is the heart of darkness, the living
embodiment of Chaos. A lot of what they say. Once upon a time
stood on Mazirian its road and barely left alive, and it is
unlikely since Rugar weakened or kinder.
But Mazirian now is not the same. Previous
quiet magnetic scientist died two hundred years ago
under the blows of trees whip. And those who
miraculously survived, was a seasoned fighter, brave, fair, and
ruthless. Very long ago learned Mazirian of Ancient Manuscripts
secret portals forbidden worlds, and all these
Two hundred years preparing to enter into them.
And so opened the first door and entered the first Mazirian
Forbidden World - Forest, and in Forest grabbed the younger
Lord of Chaos - Torquemada. Wild giant spiders - the
inhabitants of forests - were watching the fray,
dispassionately ripping everyone who turned their backs on
them.
And he fell Torquemada! Gryphon
chased him Mazirian. Magical Lightning
seared Lord, seriously wounding him. Did not help him create
it: they perished under the arch bow arrows Maziriana after
both died of their creator. A centaur Maziriana peretaskali
treasures to the portal.
Now, remembering the battle, Mazirian
smiled contentedly. Junior Lord of Chaos was not so terrible.
This weakness of all pupils of Darkness - The darkness gives
them force, but it is also and settled in their arrogance.
Really, in the Forest where Mazirian had suffered more from
giant spiders than Torquemada. He winced, remembering the
looming colossus with multocular huge poisonous jaws. How
pitiful shouted his horse griffin, until the spider
whistling, tore him to pieces! And he Mazirian, almost broke
his leg, managed to jump off and plunged into a whitish belly
bloated four sworn arrows almost at point blank range.
Still, Griffin did not save. Mazirian mind, of course, knew
that everything created by it creature - just puppets,
resurrected to life of his will, and still could not feel sorry
for them.
But there was still undead. Vampires, demons,
zombies. And phantoms - their so-called for
strange, shimmering, like a vague
appearance, although they were quite tangible. AND
Ghost - these indeed were almost
incorporeal, can even pass through
wall. All of them were irreplaceable in battle because
Undead can only kill other undead -
or magic. They came from some creepy worlds, although they were
something, perhaps, the human world seemed creepy and
inhospitable. Or maybe vice versa - something like a
restaurant? .. But anyway, as the undead mage did not create a
cause.
Mazirian repeatedly relied on in battle demons - caustic and
fearless. In an extreme case - to the huge and blunt phantoms.
But the vampires, he avoided - These sophisticated, vicious
killer called he has an almost physical aversion. Vampires
never shot a bow - they explained (if you be persuaded to do
so), that when they kill at a distance, lost all
pleasure. Mazirian smiled coldly,
remembering how to let a close today
two flying behind him, and vampires Torquemada
shot them from a magic bow. Only
two clouds melted into air.
However, it is time to get to work. Login
second Forbidden World - Catacombs
Myrddin - opened only a week,
and the need to prepare well. And why not start with the
treasure of the first world? Although No: it is better to leave
a treasure for later, but for now refresh the information about
the catacombs. Then we'll decide how best to apply
hidden in the precious energy.
Created by magic servants carefully
wiped Maziriana fluffy and not at all
magic towel and threw painted red dragon tunic. A huge black
cat dozing in the warmth of about baths, purred and started to
rub his feet. Mazirian went to the library;
the cat had come with it for him, but changed his mind and,
treading softly, and went on his cats
cases. It must be catching mice: the castle
they divorced incredible set, and a magician, to the delight of
a cat, he would not withdraw their spells.
Along the way Mazirian sad sigh, he passed Bound (and, of
course, strengthened by your) doors armory. Just think - a
collection of traditional and magic weapons, and no one, even
the most kinzhalchik tiny, you can not take! Creator of
Forbidden Worlds, whoever he may be, would not that Mages are in
Worlds with their weapons.
Everyone who comes to Myra, should be
dressed, as required by the ancient rituals of magical battles:
the corresponding status gown and carrying an empty belt finds.
And no guns! For many centuries how these rituals have sunk
into oblivion, and for fights mages armed with as they wish,
rather, as they can. But try to come to the Forbidden world
just to be dressed not by rank - and you are left only a
handful of ashes in pentacle-entry.
Nevertheless, much something which, as weapons
Worlds enough. Scattered on the ground, displayed in glass
cases, are hidden in chests dozens of swords, shields, spears,
clubs, daggers, bows and even shuriken. A rumored to be
somewhere in the recesses of hidden worlds even a magical
weapon that can kill as ordinary beings, as well as undead.
The library was already waiting Maziriana
uncovered a thick volume bound in leather, which, despite the
protective spells, lightly stuffed the ubiquitous mouse. Best
of all the existing book of Forbidden Worlds: huge yellowed by
time, volume, three-quarters filled with wild rumors and
outright lies. Choose however, is not accounted for, and
Mazirian day long sat on the book, stoically
enduring the pain in his eyes from the terrible rune
letters.
Information about the catacombs, deserving
confidence, were very poor. It is known that
cherished treasure hidden in the heart of the Catacombs, in a
tiny locked crypt. Terrible monster guarding a treasure, that
is the monster is usually wordy book is frighteningly responded
succinctly: "There is nobody Who would have seen him up close
and alive, to tell about it. "
If you believe the book itself is stored in the treasure
a locked trunk, but the key to a chest tucked away in some kind
of cursed crypt. Who guards the key - remained a mystery.
Mazirian, pushing book thought.
Let's face it - in the forest he
very lucky. In the Catacombs to fight with him
come more serious enemy: the right hand Rugar - Lord of Chaos
Elba Smogg. And he will save Rugar for hosting the third
Forbidden World - Castle of Chaos. It can directly in their
chambers to thoroughly examine every pebble
Castle, generated his element.
Sighing, Mazirian again bent over
book.
*
All mages just hate to teleport. At least once experienced a
concomitant sensation, only a madman wants them
repetition without extreme necessity. But the transition
between the worlds was much worse.
Mazirian stood in the receiving pentacle.
All of his body paralyzed paralysis. It was impossible to
lift a hand or foot; it was impossible to
even fall - standing room only. Feeling of helplessness that
and most courageous people would call a wild, panic. But all
the attention took away pain - pain, gut-wrenching whole body
inside out, the pain, like flayed skin and lead to a naked
yelling nerves sandpaper; pain, to fill the entire universe.
Then - in a minute? hour? three hundred thousand
years? time, somewhere has gone - the pain began
retreat, has admitted in battered brain
other feelings and thoughts. And the first came
anxiety: what if the enemy had before?
Suddenly he is ready to fight? Sudden attack
cave creature - a predator of the world, starving for three
hundred thousand years? Suddenly, Suddenly, suddenly ...
Mazirian understood that worry
meaningless. Still, while he is helpless, nothing can be done.
That's when he gets back power over magic ...
The Wizard looked at available land
dungeon. Damp, moldy walls of the
They come faint yellow glow, barely disperses darkness, so that
in the catacombs of perpetual twilight reigns; wet moss
certainly suppresses all sounds, so that the two m not
rasslyshish steps ... Here he drew attention to the old spear
slightly away from the pentacle. Put whether it is the creator
of the Worlds? Or drop the mag-violator in a desperate attempt
to escape the fire death?
A small spear, rather the javelin, with a wide tip. Already
one million years lies in the dampness, but no
rusted. Magic! Something in the air these
caves. Well, that's great spear he would serve until you get
better weapons.
Finally, the paralysis began to pass!
No, move Mazirian still could not;
but could conjure.
Magician summoned from memory the right spell. It was just -
not just words, but visible image: a complex web of energy,
alive and throbbing. If at this moment someone looked at it
from outside - could see just how tense the face magician and
mind focused, and how if turned inward. But anyone would have
understood soul would feel about what grandiose
force causes Mazirian what voltage
control it is now necessary. And then -
done!
Blue flash flowing energy -
and close to the magician, there are three tiny shadows. The
shadows grew and compacted to eyes. Distinct smell of ozone. At
some moment there was an eerie sight - three non-human
skeleton, but skeletons are immediately healed flesh, and flesh
covered shiny skin. At least evident in the huge empty eye
sockets.
Now Maziriana surrounded by three centaur
- Being impressive, but surprisingly
weak and timid. True, they ran
quickly that go perfectly with their cowardice, but it makes
them perfect getters. Yes, and Archery centaurs shooting not
bad.
In the centaurs, like all monsters, created by wizards, no
soul. But something which will, intelligence and even character
existed. The owner gave them a mental or verbal order, and so
they performed it on As their understanding. A magician at any
moment might like to look through the eyes of his creation.
Paralysis finally let go, and Mazirian knead stiff hands,
restoring blood flow. The pain remained, but perebaryvat pain
magician used more Two hundred years ago. Dry smile, he
aloud ordered centaurs:
- So, so - sooner find me
onions. If you got it, you will catch more pot
more sulfur and scraped from the walls. But in
First of all - the bow and arrow!
*
Elba Smogg, Lord Chaos, surrounded by
retinue of his creations, walked through the corridors
Dungeon fast marching step. Suspended
behind the heaviest battle-ax at every step hurt beat him on
the rump.
Elba was terribly annoyed. He is a fool, counting on the
normal world, where You can even take off, riding a griffin, or
Pegasus, and the height to survey the neighborhood. AND
here you please! .. Damned endless tunnels; damn lot of twists
and branches, and waiting, that sent forward reconnaissance at
least one, but misses. AND Of course, there's the eject any
monster. Why, even the local invisible
creature! One such has already managed to eat it
dwarf and the other almost ate him. Fortunately, the silly
creature has decided to first try walking in front of the tooth
phantom. Just left her there was only a puddle of blood
invisible somewhere behind.
After thinking about this puddle, the Elbe immediately
cheered up. Irritation abated. He corrected ax behind his back.
In fact, what is it whimper? Oh, a monster, oh, pop!
As a child of a small, honest! At the end of
all, he is engaged in business, in which
well versed and which also
loves: hunting for a man!
Scouts have already sent in advance. This
something like hounds: kill not be killed, but
pens clutched teeth, skin spoiled,
and most importantly - the beast was caught up to the main
forces. And then join in case the trolls Giants and, if
necessary - and then a phantom. And when the victim is
completely harassed, exhausted and only weakly snarls -
Chief Hunter is coming off of the saddle (it would be necessary
a unicorn "- reminded myself of Elba)
and personally slit her throat. If only
Maziriana find, and there goes the fun!
*
Mazirian thoughtfully examined the door
Cursed Crypt. Bound in dull metal door, locked in a huge castle.
What might be lurking behind it? What kind of monster
licked there, looking forward to lunch after
three hundred thousand years of fasting? ..
The Wizard was sure that before him
the door is Cursed Crypt. Curse
and carried out behind locked doors - familiar to all mages
sour stench, ingrained in the wall, scoring even the ubiquitous
smell of moss and dampness.
Until now Mazirianu luck - all the time
that he stayed in the catacombs, it did not leave luck. His is
even beginning to disturb - because it is difficult not to
become superstitious in the Forbidden Worlds. Do not turn away
from his fortune, Do not leave the luck in the unique
moment when everything will be solved? ..
Assiduous centaurs just completed his
order - to find and onion with a thick sheaf of arrows and a
copper boiler, and even a lump yellow sulfur. Magician put a
spell on boom, together with their chosen a little earlier
spear, and a bit boiled in a cauldron potions
velocity, from which all movements are done in half the time,
though not for long. Potions got quite a bit, just sip
four, so that only watered Mazirian
her riding a unicorn and took a sip himself,
and the residue was poured into two bottles. But while he
tried to move more slowly - double
speed is very exhausting, and he forces ashore.
But most importantly - find the key to the door! Going into
one of the crypts Catacombs, a magician came face to face with
two goblins - small, half-human growth, but also completely mad
rage. He stabbed both fascinated
lance, and took the belt of one of them a giant bronze key. Now
found the castle to him.
Centaur clutching the key in his strange
thin and weak for this growth is the hand,
prepared to open the door, fling it
- And get away without looking back. A Mazirian Riding
raised his spear to the unicorn - it is already covered
excitement, anticipation of the battle.
Surprisingly, the castle is not rusty, and
it seems not even dusty. Lyazgnuv, he
hung on the same arc. Centaur, straining
muscles, opened the heavy door - musty
sepulchral rot and dry out a scent. Riding the unicorn
Maziriana, beautiful animal, driven not spurs and bridle, and
the order wizard will finally lunged forward with all speed,
which allows its strong legs and magic potion. It seemed as if
time has stopped, the centaurs were frozen in grotesque
postures as statues, created by inept sculptor. Living
whirlwind burst into the Damned Crypt.
If outside, in the corridors of the Catacombs, was
perpetual gloom, here, in the crypt, darkness reigned. His
slightly lit nagging dull yellow glow from the outside walls,
but walls of the Cursed Crypt is not lit. It seemed that the
very primeval darkness is here - something unseen, a
comprehensive, very old and very aggressive. In far corner of
the crypt discernible shape huge trunk. A front chest froze two
black shadows.
Who are they - it was hard to discern. But
struck in the nose, disgusting smell
carrion left no doubt -
Vampires! Do not expect sophisticated killer who
more than once called a magician. Wild animals ...
fearless, relentless, intelligent and therefore doubly
dangerous. They were ready to tear any intruder daredevil in
pieces, and certainly no longer time doing it.
It was hard to even see the movement.
Only the vampire stood calmly in the chest
- Moment, and he was sprawled in the air
outstretched claws to the throat of a magician.
But Mazirian was faster. Enchanted
Lance met a vampire in a jump and deeply
included in his timeless flesh.
Dazzling blue sparks splashed with
lance in all directions, an instant highlighting the vault
chest and bared fangs second vampire. There was a smell of
burning flesh. One spark, hitting on the magician's hand,
strongly burned it. Stopped in the air, the vampire fell to the
floor, wildly writhing and squealing shrilly. Holding on to the
mane of a unicorn Mazirian leaned from the saddle and loaded
broad spear in his throat defeated monsters - again flew the
blue sparks. Then he straightened up and ready to meet
the second enemy.
But the vampire was not expecting it. Realizing that
fair fight he did not survive, he rushed to the
chest, a deceptively easy motion
threw bound in the cover, bent - and
straightened with a flask in his hand. Invisibility Potion!
Magician rushed to the monster, rushed
desperately, hopelessly, knowing that all
will not prosper. Bloodless lips vampire
spread a malicious grin, baring fangs ...
Track ionization broke out in musty
the cave air, denoting the path of flying
spells. Blinding lightning flashed belogolubaya, highlighting
every crack on pitted the ancient curse of the walls
crypt. Seared vampire thrown in
side. Mazirian said spell
once again - the vampire shot up, vygnuvshis and
hard ass on the floor.
Unicorn, warily sniffing, approached him, and bared his
fangs beast - defeated, badly wounded, but still dangerous.
Mazirian both hands, raised his spear and thrust it into the
writhing body of the wall. Again, sparks, vampire struggled in
convulsions. His flesh was melting in his eyes, turned into
nothing, into the smoke. Last flash, and body overcast cloud
gryaznoburogo smoke. When the smoke cleared, the floor there
were only scraps of scorched hair, yes lay a clogged bottle of
potion.
dance. And yet ... Elba rushed forward, describing a wide arc
of an ax. Iskroshu, chopped up into pieces! Shivering,
koldunishka?
But Mazirian not trembling. He stopped
dodge, took the blow on his shield, and in
turn with a short swing slashed
Elbe. He managed to insert a shield, but his
left arm numb immediately. And before he
able to parry, the sword has fallen again. Elba
had not kept shouting - blade cut through the mantle, and the
Lord's side stained with blood. He furiously swung the ax
finally catching opponent, but then the sword pierced him in
the shoulder and right arm powerless fell. Mazirian a
contemptuous smile, raised his sword for the final blow ...
What could I do the Elbe? In all telepathic force, it
silently cried command of his army. Words, it could
to convey something like "drop everything and
save me! ". Phantom and goblin, leaving
aspiring to the victim, rushed to Mazirianu and
Elba with all legs ran away from him. Mighty Lord of Chaos
skedaddle as a frightened rabbit, holding his left arm injury
in side.
A Mazirian, hiding the sword, pulled
hands. From his palms towards the monsters
gushed shining rays. Then he tore off
shoulder bow, put the first arrow ... That
was further Elba has not seen before - vanished
around the corner. It seems, at last, he felt contempt flashed
in his mind phantom. However, who cares about the contempt
undead? ..
*
The unicorn ran through the corridors of the Catacombs raw.
Mazirian relaxed swaying in saddle, his eyes half closed. He
rested on the go. His arms and legs are still trembling after
battle at double speed - there is scarcely to light of the more
exhausting exercise. In the mouth disgusting dried up, and my
heart did not want to move to the rhythm.
And behind the unicorn ran a huge squat brick-red demon. His
legs uniform spanked on wet moss vzmetaya
jet of water almost to his knees. Long claws swaying in time to
run at the very land. Demon lagged behind the unicorn, but
he and the wizard knew: none
living thing (except the golden dragon) and
none of the undead do not exceed the demon endurance. He can
run all the same leisurely jogging watches, and even days
without stops. And because Mazirianu remained
just be glad that the demon is not after a
them, but simply accompanies it.
After the collision, in the Cursed Crypt
Formation of both magicians greatly thinned. Elbe and
completely took away his legs in splendid isolation, while
Maziriana were only two and a centaur
phantom. He sent them to explore, and himself,
jumping to the last unicorn, he went to the heart of the
Catacombs Myrddin - Crypto kladohranilische. Preparing for
battle with the unknown monster, storozhaschim treasure, he
called ahead of his favorite partner - demon.
Turning once again, a unicorn and a demon appeared in front
of three tall closed doors. From behind the door blew
incomprehensible threat. Mazirian hesitated, pressed stronger
tack-welded in the Cursed Crypt sword and opened the middle
door.
Missed heart beat and beat again
exactly. Behind the door, no one and nothing happened.
Just a short hallway and at the end
another door, also closed. They passed the hall. And a magician
and a demon feel: they just got lucky. Danger lurking for so
long.
And then, finally, the unicorn stopped
before the door of the sacred crypts. Magician,
waiting for the demon put a spell on her
weapons and in one gulp, wincing from the unbearable
bitterness, drained bottle potion of speed.
The last flask. Then he threw the empty
basin and leaned back in the saddle, awaiting the moment when
his blood will run faster on veins. That has begun! .. As
always, in the eyes of zaryabilo, and he closed his eyes,
clutching in the saddle. Nausea rolled up, laid
ears. Then the discomfort subsided, and
He opened his eyes. Daemon was already there, he
ran incredibly smoothly and slowly,
as happens in dreams.
Stopping the daemon only once
took a deep breath, stretched - and here he
back fresh and ready to fight.
- Damn it, master?
Mazirianu had to strain to parse words. At double speed
ordinary speech was perceived intolerable
slow bass muttering.
- You go first. As soon find yourself in, try to distract
the guard ... whoever it was.
Demon grinned gleefully in anticipation of a fight ... and
suddenly began to worry:
- But, master ... a locked door. A
whopper I did not break down ...
- What door?
Could not see even how to spell flies towards the goal. Just
Mazirian to some moment focused, silently moved
lips - and the door was gone, departed by smoke, and
in its place was raging unnaturally yellow
magical flame.
Demon admiringly grunted and disappeared into the
flame. And once inside there was a roar and a full-fledged
uterine sound of blows. Mazirian waited until the sounds a
little distance themselves, and spurred a unicorn. Roaring flame
closed around them and then parted. They were in a small crypt.
Only one eye had hurried
magician to cast a crypt. Miniature likeness of the fortress
moat, just completed no water, scorching lava. On the surface
of the lava swells huge bubble. Bound and massive chest, locked
in padlock the size of a human head in the middle of the fire
ring. Here it is - Treasure the Catacombs! And next - the one
who guards. Sentinel was the only one. But
it was a demon.
To the human eye, he seemed indistinguishable from
mazirianova demon. The same huge, horned, all covered with red
scales. Well, maybe a little wider at the shoulders. But the
magician could not confuse them - it felt her, could not even
look at it eyes. Only now, those eyes completely
flooded the blood.
His daemon failed. Easily wounded enemy sitting on top of it
and long clawed ruchischami tore to pieces.
Seeing a magician, a demon-guard a deafening roar, and
without saying a word, rushed at him. Unicorn menacingly
lowered his head and aimed at his horn, but the demon
dismissively, as if from a nuisance. Strike hit like a hammer.
Unicorn flew to door and collapsed on the floor, frantically
tugging feet. But the magician was moving with speed
attacking a snake: he managed to jump off and
before an enraged demon struck again
slashed by a brick-red scales with a sword.
Sparks, smell burnt.
For the first time for millions of years guard encountered
the enemy, and they dared to hurt him! Shed his precious blood!
Demon captured a wild rage. He clumsily trampling on-site
vzrevyvaya, noisily through the air with long legs. Once his
claws touched the wall on the rock were long
scratches.
For Maziriana time disappeared, remained
only a series of jumps, bumps and bounces.
He said hoarsely, with whistling breathing; enchanted sword
tyazhelel with every second. Wizard of preparing for the final
attack that would solve everything, and prayed to all known
gods to curse on the sword held out even though
a little bit.
A wounded demon Maziriana, unable to climb, crawl to the
fighting, left paw holding dragging behind him own insides. The
demon in half crypts remained broad red-brown band.
The end came unexpectedly. Just
magician preparing to attack - and that's
already he is against the wall. Left Hand thrown
in the direction at an unnatural angle, but the shield
miraculously still holding her. And on
left side hanging rags mantle swells bloodstain.
Daemon stopped crying. And it was the worst thing happened -
he smiled. His eye and the whole flat face now and beamed with
joy. Pure, sincere and completely insane joy of murder.
*
Elba, cautiously looking around, making his way on damp
corridors of the dungeons, smelling of mildew and death. On the
move it grimly munching an apple. In fact, there are not
hungry, but he saved his strength.
In the Cursed Crypt Lord lost nearly
his whole entourage, but he managed to create a
new. Two giant, a centaur and a demon went
beside him, ready at first sign of danger
sleep a live screen. Lord has already felt the call of the
portal and now goes to him. He was going there to arrange an
ambush for Maziriana.
Elba, with some surprise felt increasingly afraid of the
enemy. It was a strange and uncomfortable, this in itself
his bogey, instilled insecurities. And yet
it grew more fear because of Elba understood: Rugar, too afraid
Maziriana.
Long ago, the road Rugar and Maziriana crossed and cocky
magician only accidentally left the battlefield alive. But Elba
now he was sure - that something special had happened between
them on the long-standing battle. Something that settled the
fear in the black Rugar heart, and this fear with time
gobbled up all his other senses, leaving
just as they generated hatred. Well, think for yourself - now
that Rugar knew that Mazirian goes in Forbidden Worlds, why he
did not meet him in the first of them?
Why send Torquemada? Why give the enemy
chance to seize treasures Forests and increase
their power?
The answer can only be one - he's just afraid! Therefore
sent one after another of his henchmen, threw them at the mercy
Mazirianu, and all this crazy hope - Suddenly a single one of
them will kill the hated the enemy, suddenly be able to avoid
combat.
And if you can not - have remained Rugar
last trump. Forbidden Third World -
Castle of Chaos - a sign he was not hearsay.
All the secrets of Chaos for him - an open book.
And there that he met his longtime enemy, there will be decided
which of them die, a someone to come back.
But now the Elbe at some instant
illumination clearly imagine how
will this fight, unless, of course, Mazirian
Today prihlopnet him. Rugar not
capable of more on the incredible, carefree ease, so much again
brings him the victory. As a cornered rat,
he will snarl, meeting Maziriana strikes. Maybe Mazirian wrong,
fall into the trap and die, and his bones rot on the stone
floor of the Castle. But Ragarilu not come out - but what comes
out, will no longer Ragarilom, the Great Lord of Chaos. Wreck,
trembling living corpse easy prey first mage adventurer -
Here's what he will be when the last drop
props his black soul, long vyevshey
itself from within - fear and hatred.
But he, the Elbe, is not so! Man's soul
not eroded! If it survives today, if, immediately Maziriana -
Is not it then will be the strongest? Is not he so deserves
Thus, by law the title of Great Lord? Will
Rugar's only fair to send back into the darkness from which it
came. AND Then there will be limits of the power of the Great
Lord of Chaos Elba Smogga! At his feet lie the whole world!
"If you kill Rugar - he'll be Ragarilom. And ended the same
way as Rugar - whispered suddenly Elba inner voice from some
distant corner of the soul. But the whispered very quiet. And
then he paused.
And Elba continued his journey. He has not ceased to be
afraid, but found that quite can get on with their fear and
even draw from his spiritual strength. Very likely be that this
was his first step to the cherished black throne.
*
Mazirian crouched in a corner of the crypt. Left
hand, he did not feel it. The right-hand clenched slippery from
the blood of the sword hilt. He able to sit down, but rise to
his feet he did not could. Wizard of the last forces strained
trembling leg muscles, back rests against the wall, leaving her
bloody streaks, and do not his eyes fixed on the looming over
him a demon.
Monster raised his right paw - scratches
Enchanted by the sword on it diverged from
voltage and again zakrovotochili. Demon
trying on how to kill polovchee Maziriana though before him
swarmed crushed insect. Ugly insect, which can still sting.
And then severely wounded demon Maziriana, only force will
continue to live crawled to the enemy. Bloodied, broken
paw stranglehold clutching a coat of muscular ankle.
Demon guard was dumbfounded. Then he slowly began to unfold,
though he could not believe in such audacity. A Mazirian -
where only the forces come from - rose to
feet.
Bleeding, staggering, he stood on the
podgibayuschihsya feet. Left arm with a shield
helplessly hung. But the right to remain
firm. Enchanted blade slashed by
a thick neck of the demon and cut through the scales.
A shower of blinding blue sparks
beautifully illuminating flooding stream of brown
blood. Demon sighted blinked his enormous eyes. He wanted to
roar, and, perhaps, to howl, but only issued a Throat Slash
whistling and gurgling.
They froze for a moment like this: a magician, zanesshy
sword for another blow - and beat the demon. Then the demon of
all the weight came down on the enemy, mad with rage, I only
remember one thing: to break, crush! But Mazirian ahead of him:
he placed a sword hilt resting on the hip, and the demon
himself clave itself on the magical tip, like a butterfly the
pin. The walls shuddered outrushing still crying. A huge red
carcass swayed, razvoploschayas. Mazirian with
difficulty pulling out his sword and struck again - the latest
outbreak, and the demon went into his home world, where there
was probably already a million years.
And the other demon - bleeding demon Maziriana - smiled
approvingly. He also began razvoploschatsya and held
Forbidden in the world only by force of will, words
gave him the hard way. But still the demon uttered:
- Not bad, Muzzy ... A thousand years
you ... Call the go again ... Total ...
And he was gone.
A Mazirian sank helplessly on the floor.
The sword fell out of a weakened hand. That and look
he could fall into unconsciousness, injury to
side all the bleeding and he just would have expired
blood. From some of the boundaries of the field of view
already crept darkness.
But then he tried to lean on a broken left arm. The flash of
pain slightly sobered. Bleary-eyed magician looked at the huge
trunk. He remembered - something very important is connected
with this trunk. But the outlines of the chest barely
discernible a strange, irritating the fiery veil. And the
magician to his feet and staggered towards him, holding in his
hand the key of Cursed Crypt.
That was then, merciful memory preserved only fragments.
... He takes a step forward and immediately knee-deep
plunges into the boiling lava. This hurt, badly hurt and he
cries. Shouts meaningless and pitiful, like a wounded animal.
... He wanders through the liquid fire, writhing in pain.
Step, another step ... It seems flesh on his legs had already
charred and now fall off the bones. But now, finally, the flame
is left behind. He falls on his face. Fingers stretched out his
arms deal rough side chest, and it soothes.
... He's trying to insert a tightly clutched in his hand the
key in the keyhole, all while slipping in a puddle of his own
blood. Fingers cramp, they are poorly
obey. Finally lock clicked, opens with a loud clang and falls.
He sticks hand under the lid, push off something long
and leather, interlock your fingers to cool
the neck of the bottle.
Strange, but the neck just under promyalos
hand. On hand if ran level - in
He poured life-giving energy. Pain from
Burns immediately hushed, his head cleared. The darkness
receded, though, and continued loom somewhere in the
background. Mazirian came to his senses.
Looking around, barely moving his head,
He was stunned for a moment looking at the hissing
lava. Wow! Looks like he got to the unconscious ... Of course!
Here it is - The coveted treasure of the Catacombs! Mazirian
pulled his hand got stronger, with a bottle from the chest and
examined her in the dim red light boiling lava.
However, the light was not needed - the bottle itself exuded
a quiet light Lights. But where was shining brightly, does not
see eye: the bottle gently pulsing from hidden in her Power.
Some kind of elixir. AND mighty, just one touch
led him to yourself!
He pulled the neck of the bottle to the parched
his lips and swallowed. Tried to swallow. From
bottles are not spilled a drop! .. Magician
shake it - no bubbling. He has a good look at more closely -
like a bottle and its content were one. Something
he had heard of these elixirs, some
very old trick ... Well, why
not to try?
Feeling like a complete fool Mazirian
buried his teeth into the cool rounded side
bottle. And it is served! Nip
a vessel immediately became a liquid He
in the mouth, soft flame rolled down your esophagus. And just
completely took the pain of burns, but suddenly fell ill left
hand: reconstructed nerves.
In a few seconds, swallowed Mazirian
the whole bottle. Warm glow enveloped him.
Imagine that he is basking under the warm, not too hot sun on
the edge Askolayskogo beloved forest. Then the heat
began to wane, and the magician is clearly felt, as he joins
the magic power. Yes, this really was a powerful elixir! ..
Lights went out, and he rose to his feet. All
wounds healed, the bones are fused, and the energy
overwhelmed him.
Mentally thanking the creator of the Worlds
for an elixir, a magician bent over the chest.
Impressive-looking chest was shallow and almost empty: there
were only a broad sword in a leather sheath and
slightly shimmering dark green emerald.
Mazirian bent down, picked up an emerald and
put it in a secret pocket sword belts.
Then he took his sword and, haltingly read
the only word vytisnennoe unimaginably ancient runes on the
scabbard: "Slayer." The name of the sword did not tell him. Yes
and no surprising - after millions of years, Slayer
lay in the trunk.
Saber handle comfortably lay down in his palm;
Mazirian, primerivayas, made a couple of test swings, and
lunges. Not a bad weapon. Not bad ... but not more so.
Just a good sword, without any magic tricks. And now she's the
kept in the heart Catacombs Myrddin? Mazirian was even slightly
disappointed.
One leap he crossed the lava again
Opal feet. But now it was bullshit -
energy elixir raged within him, and he even
not slowed a step.
Overflowing magician mana downright demanded witchcraft, and
he did not resist. He uttered a spell - and a number of with
him out of nowhere there were two griffins. Predators stirred
irritably feathered wings, useless in the cramped catacombs
clicked their beaks. Claws scraped
Moss, exposing strips of stone floor. Mazirian cleverly jumped
on the back of the neighbor griffin, and the creature ran soft
cat trot. Already opened a portal - a way out of the Forbidden
World, sorcerer distinctly different its inaudible cry. We had
to hurry, not to stay in the catacombs of three hundred
thousand years.
Because of the battle wounds and other experiences Mazirian
completely forgot about the three doors, behind which lurked
unseen danger. But about him have not forgotten. Turning the
corner, he saw that all three doors wide open. Average he
revealed himself, going here, two others - no ... Two huge
phantom, crouching and spread wide his long arms to invade
him.
Mazirian, never taking his eyes off the creatures, hastily
put a spell on your weapon. And then ... He understood why the
Slayer kept in the sacred crypt. Understand the great
valuable treasure Catacombs. Understood what he
paid with their blood.
Under the spell sword transformed. She suddenly woke up from
a long sleep, and trembled in his hand, a thin rattled, as if
singing battle song. On blade ran short golden flashes.
Ancient power has awakened in saber, and now
this force is eager to fight.
Clutching a Slayer, Mazirian sent
Griffin meet its phantoms.
A little wait - and ... Hey! What is it?
Went away, creature! ..
Fastener must be very angry when the victim suddenly
disappeared from her straight from the mouth - though,
incidentally, have Velcro no mouth. Or, conversely, there are
whole hundreds mouths to feed - how to look. Either way, it
chose a new victim - and quietly crept up behind her.
Caught Lord of Chaos desperately lunged,
but goo holding tight. He jerked forward, but fell back, almost
naporovshis to Slayer.
- Take it away, fool! "- Screamed the Elbe ...
but it was too late. Velcro was moving slowly, but if caught
... Thick green clump moved onto the Lord, knocking him to the
feet. Incredible effort he rose again, all plastered with green
slime, but eternally hungry beast has braided his ankle.
Mazirian relaxed. Slayer in removing
leather sheath, he fumbled in his sword-belt and pulled out a
ruddy, slightly shimmering magic apple. It will not stop
bleeding, but will hold out for a while.
Paralysis was, he mechanically went on
two-step and buried his teeth in a fragrant pulp.
A Elbe, caught in a trap of their own, fiercely fought,
right and left, minced ax. At one moment it seemed that
Now he is released, will break loose. But the velcro again
landwash; ax stuck in a sticky lump, and it vomited out hands.
Prior to that, Elba only puffed and hake in the
clock strikes, and now he cried. And do not even
cried and cried - shrill and hopelessly. Then suddenly his eyes
rested on the hunched figure Maziriana and screams
become meaningful.
- Mazirian! Save me! "- A heart-rending yelled
Elba Smogg, Lord of Chaos .- Save me! I
swear! Do not go! Not-ee-o! " (Continuously champing, Velcro
has risen to its hips.) All that you say! I'll kill Rugar! Do
you hear me? Do not go, you bastard! Mazirian! DO NOT LET ME
EAT this stuff!
Mazirian looked again at the screaming
Lord. His face suddenly became very tired.
Hence, still have ... He himself
began to realize it, but allowed a fleeting
hoping to fool yourself. For which he paid. Magician pulled
from his shoulder bow.
- Well, the Elbe, - he said, and he barely
hear myself for the continuous screaming. -
This I do for you.
*
Far away from the forbidden worlds, and maybe next, but
within arm's reach, in a secret room of the Eternal Black
Castle, Great Lord of Chaos Rugar impotent limp in his
chair, not like a chair. Crystal
the ball went out immediately, as soon as flashing
view pulled away from him. Another ... Be
Fuck you, Mazirian! Rugar hoarsely shouted hateful name, and
cringed as depressed rag, though he expected an immediate
heavenly retribution.
However, is that he will,
much better this car?
*
A Mazirian stepped out of receiving pentacle
and the ankle was drowned in a fluffy carpet.
Once back home, even pain and paralysis are faster. Three
created by magic servants stood at the ready: one holding a
bottle of healing potion, the other - tunic with green dragons,
and the third is ready was taken tattered, burned, smelling of
sweat and blood of the mantle. But all that could wait.
Mazirian squatted down. A huge black cat purred loudly and
put front paws on his knees. Tired eyes
Sorcerer met with bottomless green eyes and drown in them.
Mazirian, performing the usual ritual of meeting, and touched
his nose wet nose cat.
- Hello, friend, - he said quietly. -
Here I am at home.
