T A V E R N A
first edition
(C) 1999, E. Nesterenko (Jam)
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Hi all esteemed readers and inquisitive, lost his sight in
This new section of our magazine. By the way,
you are not yet tired of the new sections? If
tired, then go see "Pershi potsilunki" or "sbatsayte" to
"Tetris" (and perhaps others prefer something else?), but if
not tired, then - go ahead! What will it represents, this is
the "Tavern"? What do you think you can do in the tavern?
Needless to say, "babahnut" beer or "nip" little white, and
most importantly, (here it!) No, not eat, (though it may be
...) and get the pleasure of intimate conversation. BTW, you
ever wondered: why do people, once they just "fill in the
collar, begin to talk to philosophical themes about life, about
the secrets of the universe, the origin of life?
(Joke of the topic: two fish in an aquarium
fierce debate about something, then one
firmly shakes its tail and says:
"Okay, let's say there is no God, then who
same water in the tank changes? :))
So, there is a theory that alcohol (he
as ethyl alcohol, also known as ethanol, also known as tse
two of the five Al-Al) affects dumatelnye cortex of mammals,
causing "dumatel think", and "Analyzer to analyze, because
"Inside her LPCH, and therefore is not recommended to visit
the" Tavern "teetotaler, lady's finger, and children under 21
years (Official age for legal drinking). But it was a
digression, but now will the bulk of ...
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A sultry summer breeze tired of playing road dust,
preparing, together with the setting Sun bedtime. The old
winding the road listening to the approaching
hoofs, not a long-awaited sulivshemu
rest in a nearby forest softly whispering
restless trees ... Finally, the sun
gone and the owner of the Tavern "The old Clive"
lighted candles in the hall.
Then, from twilight, one by one
others, like ghosts began to appear
welcome guests. As always, spacious, albeit with low ceilings,
but from This is even more comfortable room waiting for them
cheerful fireplace, solid meal and a mug is another good old
ale, and only in El old Clive, believe me there is!
Some assume the audacity to claim that the clubs here
nedolivayut and El diluted with water ... Spit in their eyes,
because if someone says such because he had never been in the
Tavern, and gads, I suppose, on third-pubs! AND here's proof -
the first visitor, arrived, and immediately ordered a large mug
of ale and hot.
Boss's experienced eye at once recognized in the
It magician, though shapeless robe with a hood over his eyes
hidden from the prying eyes of the person guest. But the magic
Staff - a sort of hock with a bent tip and mithril amulet
around his neck unconditionally testified to their professional
affiliation traveler.
- Something not a lot you do with the guests -
He turned to his master. He rubbed tar8elku, glanced at him.
- True yours, sir, why, early to something else, but the sun
went down.
Mage nodded, othlebnuv good sip from a mug.
- And you, may I ask, as if waiting for
Who? - The owner was curious.
- Yes, dear, this is so. And what a lot of
People today are expected?
- What can I say ... - The owner shrugged
shoulders. - From the Permanent - dvatri man, but how much
random wandering around - who are it knows something? Yes, here
they come! - He nodded at opened its heavy beech door. On
threshold were three travelers. Their dusty, to see species
wear indicative of a long and difficult path, but the voices
sounded cheerful, apparently in anticipation of the
long-awaited dinner and drinks.
- Hello, old chap! - Boomed a deep voice
One of them, a hefty fellow with a two-handed sword on his
belt, looking round the room.
- Cover-ka us a table, as always!
- Maitre Zsolt be ale, or maybe
have wine? Just the other day I brought up
an excellent thing - "Blood Dragon, I recommend!
- The blood so the blood - and chuckled Zsolt
company is located at the closest table to the fireplace. They
were three of these were those the most regular visitors, of
which The owner mentioned - the northern barbarian
kingdom, Sigmar, a sorcerer and a mountain Zsolt
Dwarf Grugni.
- And what, Mr. Ladram again no? -
The host asked, placing on the table mugs, bottles and plates.
- Yes, he is still on the march, but next time he promised
to return - said Dwarf, uncorked a bottle of "dragon's blood"
and pulling closer roast suckling pig.
The owner wanted the guests to enjoy your meal and went back
behind the bar - to wipe plates and mugs. Meanwhile, the first
guest finished off with dinner and looking at the
company of three friends, methodically sipping from a mug. And
look at what it was: gnome ate enough for three, a barbarian -
for four, and with regard to the magician, because he did not
eat, namely "Ate", not disdaining, incidentally notorious
wine.
In the midst of a feast and the door swung open on the
threshold appeared a new company - Three other travelers in the
wet road raincoats. Without unnecessary conversations the two
of them immediately went to the fireplace and threw back their
hoods, stretched soaked hands to the fire, muttering
something about bad weather. The third went to the counter to
greet the host.
- Good evening, Master! - He said.
- Hello, sir ...
- Grokul, Counsellor of the Mages Guild Star - introduced
the guests and took off his wet cloak.
- I am pleased to welcome such an esteemed
guest in his modest Tavern - nodded
The owner, poured into a glass of brandy. - Weather
I see that spoiled? - sympathetically he glanced adviser.
Grokul nodded and tipped his glass and look
it somewhat more cheerful.
- Yes, master, a terrible storm caught us in the
way, directly at the Old Forest. Rain, such
can not see the road. But, thank the creator,
We are already here! So-let us have a bite of something, me and
my friends - he pointed to his companions and then noticed
the first guest:
- Ba, Merlin, you're already here! Punctual, as usual, and
the same silent.
- Why, for thy lamentations of the bad weather and the words
do not have time to insert - Merlin said, chuckling.
- Okay, okay, the old fuddy-duddy, hey, guys, throw down
their cloaks, head over here! - Called Grokul two by the
fireplace, sitting down at the table for Merlin. While those
approaches He managed to whisper to him a couple of words:
- Here, the same ones that I told you.
Dunces, of course, but the money are found ...
Then they came and said the adviser has
louder and quite a different tone:
- Meet - Merlin, the magician Emeritus
Chaos, Lord of eight characters, and this - younger
Mages Guild Lambert and Unser ...
Younger magicians bowed respectfully, with
reverence stared at Merlin. For
Table ensued an awkward silence, interrupted only with loud
exclamations drunken dwarf. But then the Boss brought plates
and bottles, the travelers got down to dinner, paying
particular attention to soft drinks, and conversation not long
to wait.
- We asked you for a meeting here on any issue - started
Grokul, referring to the Merlin. - These two want to try their
forces in the Portal White Chaos - he said
Lambert and Unser - as well as you,
Merlin, without a doubt, the most experienced in this
really a magician, they wanted to ask your assistance is not
free, of course ...
Lambert eloquently pozvenel tightly packed funnel, and Unser
straightened neck massive gold chain and exposing studded rings
hands.
- Well, - smiled Merlin - ask, but I hope you ever have been
in Portal?
- Certainly, of course - rattled Unser - visit there were
some, but not very much well ...
Lambert embarrassed cough.
- Then I wait for specific issues -
Merlin said, settling on a chair comfortably.
- What forces control the portal? - Eagerly asked Lambert.
- Yes, and whether they affect?
- So, in order: Portal run
two elements - Chaos and Order, by itself
Of course, the effect of their opposite, and this provides a
certain balance. However, the ratio of these forces can be
change, and often it is simply necessary since all the spells
in charge Portal energy from them - either from the forces of
Chaos, or from the forces of Order. The success of the spell
can be improved if at the moment the ratio of the elements will
be shifted towards feeding the spell power ...
- I'm sorry, could not you be a little easier? - Shyly asked
Lambert.
Merlin cursed under his breath, took a sip of
Circles and muttered through clenched teeth:
- Is it possible and easier, but it will be expensive.
- Of course, the price does not matter ...
- So, if for example you have the spell "Golden Dragon" and
the likelihood of its success - ten percent, then the chances
are that it goes well, very small, of course, if you're trying
to create a living dragon, not an illusion ...
- By the way, about the illusions - interrupted
Grokul, Merlin pouring from the bottle - why, at low odds spell
of illusion often work out?
Merlin chuckled.
- Do not spell work out - work out
illusion, and one hundred percent! Yes, this illusion can be
quite real fight, yes only to dispel it very simply, is to
This very simple spell, and his stock is not limited to ... But
the creature did not dispel this spell succeed. Yes ... What do
I say?
- On increasing the chance of spells ...
- Yeah, so if you have a chance to create
ten percent of the dragon, but you pick up
Chaos, well, let's say, three sign, then chances
This dragon has to concoct an increase
forty percent (of course, if this
Chaos spell, and if the order, then raise it is necessary,
accordingly, order ...).
- And how to lift something? - Unser even about
El forgotten, looking almost Merlin
in the mouth.
- It is the same for this spell -
Merlin frowned. - Besides, if both you pronounce this spell and
someone else, his power will be more. I remember once we are
familiar with a magician "Dispersed" Chaos is already up to
fourteen characters! Can you imagine?
- That's class! - Even Grokul surprised.
- That means ...
- Yes! - Exclaimed Merlin - all
Chaos spells are hundred per cent,
however, not only here but also the opponents than they have
been quick to take advantage ... Thus, one of these gadenyshey,
although they remained and some have only two of eight, take,
and make two gold Dragons!
- Living? - Lumber amazed.
- Well, of course! Plus subdued
the will of one of my three dragons, so
that my friend had to say goodbye
his shell and leave the portal. Yes -
Merlin sighed, - were glorious days are ...
- So it turns out that creating
illusion does not make sense? - Asked Unser.
- But how can you say? Actually, the meaning of
have to create them if there is no hope that the element to
which it belongs spell will prevail, or when
an urgent need to fabricate anything to
protection. There is desirable to spell the last one - if the
enemy at this course will not be able to dispel the illusion,
it happens that he does not do this and some more moves. I
remember once my illusionary dragon lasted six or seven
strokes, before he decently podostavat enemies. Unfortunately,
after the death of illusions is not dead, but it would be
possible to "raise" them. Imagine: the immortal golden dragon!
Merlin wet my throat and asked:
- Any other questions?
- Why is the number of spells is not always the same?
- Yes, the number of spells can vary, but changed their
"slope" and the likelihood of success. So all in proportion,
but in general you can during the fight to get his new spell.
For This should be a magical tree
if it is, of course, and after some
time the tree will disappear, but its energy
goes to you and provided a new spell.
- What spells the coolest? -
Lambert asked.
- They are all cool, if wisely used, - framed the twisted
Merlin - but in principle, the most convenient - magical fire
and swamp weight. Importantly - give them grow, and then you
can hide behind them and quietly wait for the enemy will be
served, though sometimes it's pretty tedious, but
time and may end up as a portal
closes ... So there is nothing to expect from the nature of
miracles, still spells can not be selected at your discretion,
you just most of what there is. In
Overall, go for it!
From drinking alcohol and heat Merlin
became sleepy. He yawned and said goodbye to the novice
magicians and taking his reward, he went to bed, wishing the
host and guest good-night ...
Burning out the wood in the fireplace, the candles were
pitiful cinders, near the hour dawn. It has long been snoring
on the table Grugni, and even tough on booze barbarian was
dozing with his head on his chest. And with the first ray of
sun last guest left the tavern. This was Zsolt. He left with
the owner, no he said "Until we meet again in Tavern, old man!
"And now deserted tavern candles have gone out and stopped the
fire. But The owner knew - will take time and will sound again
to vote, and guests from all possible worlds again visit the
Tavern ...
Well, readers, how do you "Tavern"?
For those who have not "entered", explain: in this
section will be published some details of various games in the
sort of literary form. Moreover, it is not novel, and not HELP,
namely, particularly any games that have not been reviewed
previously in descriptions. For example, this time discussed
the details concerning the game is very entertaining game
"CHAOS". The genre is - nondeterministic tactical game that I
really advise you - it is, between Incidentally, a precursor to
such masterpieces as "Rebel Star", "Laser Squad" and
"Lord Of Chaos".
And that's what I want to say at last: YOU
SAMI can visit "Tavern", by sending
us such information for any
game. Read more about this topic
"Competition," and I also leave the tavern, but
only until the next time will go
sun, and again the tired travelers gather
near the fireplace ...
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