The story Drazik\'and (Gothic 2)
The people here I saw many people write interesting stories about Gothic.... So there are many such people. There is a very interesting story about Gothic. So offer to share what you find and see fit to put here...40.
Xardas tower impregnable. It is surrounded by cliffs, only a narrow, as if cut by a giant axe, the passage leading to it. And this is the only way to the tower of the necromancer is well protected. Too well guarded...
We come to the tower Xardas. Ahead is an Orc. The left foot of his in hot fire and the right blue ice. In the left — heart of fire Golem, it burns with a scarlet fire and burns the flesh of the Orc. Yeah but the ork immortal: bones, muscles, tendons, skin regenerate with alarming rapidity. The fire burns the paw, but she immediately recovers. I smell singed hair and charred meat. I feel sick. The right paw of the Orc — the heart of an ice Golem, a paw turned into a frozen piece of meat, the wool is covered with ice, the Ice heart of fire, the Orc just doesn't feel its right paw, at that time, as from the wild pain in the left quiet howls and incessant swearing.
Behind the Orc is sir Roche. In both hands he drags the heart of stone Golem. Heavy, as if it were indeed of stone. I closed the system, my hands empty. I barely go, I was reeling from side to side, I am wounded. Follow me on rocks and stones stretches a trail of blood. All medicines already drunk, all the herbs I chewed, but health I — unit three. No more.
I was the one who took the brunt of a stone Golem, I did go with him in the terrible fight one-on-one. I'm a hero. The half-dead hero.
We enter the tower. Enemies no longer, we know this, but just in case, the Orc comes first. In the tower waiting for us by the demon gatekeeper. He will give us teleportation rune to Xardas, the necromancer otherwise can't get in.
The demon can't talk, he communicates by means of thought. The three of us, he correctly chooses Rocha and starts with him a silent conversation. We Orc waiting in complete silence. Roche gives the demon the heart of a stone Golem and turns to the Orc. Orc, also silently, giving fire and ice heart.
The demon stretches Rosu rune. All the way to Xardas opened.
Orc rakes us with Roche in his arms and activates the rune. Second of weightlessness, a disgusting smell of singed hair, icy touch right paw... We in the chambers of the necromancer.
Roche enters first, followed by me. Orc trampled behind us.
Xardas amazed. The old necromancer was just speechless at the sight of our trio.
Sir Roche comes forward and, already, opens his mouth to speak with the old man.
But, in this moment...
In this moment from behind Xardas stepping forward girl. All, his mouth open, looking at her. Even the necromancer. In a green ankle-length cloak, green skin, pointy ears. Elf? Yes, there is no Gothic in any of the elves. Why is she here? What's going on?
Roche comes in
— Dryad? Smart, are you?
In response, the green beauty laughs:
— Smart? You expect to see here Smart? Fools!
But... stepping forward Xardas, trying to look into the eyes of the stranger.
Aside, old man! — the girl makes a subtle movement and in her hand appears a sinister looking dagger. Not brandishing, it beats the necromancer under the shoulder blade. The blade easily passes through a dried-up old body, the tip of the dagger out of his chest Xardas. On his mantle is spreading a dark stain.
What's going on? After all Xardas's immortal? I cease to understand anything. The roar of the Orc over my ear makes me flinch.
— UB-b-was-u!!! — Orc roars, rushing forward. However, he knocks down and me and Rocha. We fall in all directions like skittles in a bowling alley.
Xardas deposited on the floor, he stares at the bloody stain on his chest... Surprise, that's what it is immortal, when he dies.
Orc has jumped to the girl, but then came across the dagger. Just this dagger has pierced the necromancer, the second this same blade comes in a strong chest of the Orc. Shot in the heart — instant death. Ork still continues by inertia to move forward, but he was already dead.
How so? After all, he's immortal too!
I manage to grab hold of Rocha's leg at the moment as he tries to rush to the stranger. If an immortal died from her arms, then double is better to sit still.
— Let!!! — screaming like a madman sir Roche pulls and leg. I'm too wounded, I could not hold it. He jumps to the girl and reaches out a hand to her throat.
Time slows, the world around me sways gently when I'm trying to get to his feet. I see how in time-lapse filming: a stranger is slightly deflected in the direction of the hands of Roche and hits him with a dagger, breaking his ribs and sternum. With a sickening crunch of steel included in the body of my twin.
I make a superhuman effort to reach the hands that held the dagger. To stop... But too late... the Blade is too deep, the shot was not accidental, the heart of my partner sir Rocha literally torn to pieces.
Despair flooded my entire being. I scream, but can't hear my voice. I'm not afraid of death, I am now become death. I have in my hand suddenly there is a weapon — a club covered with spikes — and with all the dope I put it on the head of a stranger.
The girl easily and gracefully evaded the deadly blow, turns to me... I don't feel like the blade is in my chest. No pain. Neither cold steel. Nothing. Only the legs no longer hold, and everything became indifferent...
The stranger leans over me and whispers:
— You could leave. One. Why...why did you rush to defend them? Those fools? Well, why...
Tears dripping on my face. It's the last thing I feel.
And I'm dying.
41.
For a moment before I eat the absolute darkness, I recognize her. This stranger. Only that nothing can fix. Darkness, absolute darkness envelops me, but I can still hear it. I hear a whisper:
— I wanted good... I still say thank you...
I'm not capable of anything, I'm not even able to be surprised. But, nevertheless, surprised by her last sentence:
— Necessary pain to taste, to feel happiness...
Then I wonder what else might be wondering. That is because, even die quietly not give. I'm starting to get angry. Yes, indeed! Stop bothering me. I died. All! Not me. Let me find peace, want to disappear in eternity and absolute darkness...
But I could hear the words. Another voice, male, called me:
Drazic!
There is no me. Was Yes all left. Leave me alone all!
The man is not appeased:
— Yes, the same Drazic! Wake up! Trouble!
Why do I not even die in peace? With this thought I woke up.
My eyes opened, the blue sky of the Gothic. The beach, the sea. Sir Roche was shaking my shoulder:
— Wake up! Drazic!
I was glad that he was alive. It was just a dream. So bright but only a dream.
— Stop shaking me! I sat down on the sand. The fragments of a dream still slipping in front of my inner eye. — Look, Roche, I had a dream...
The double and my partner looked at me with eyes full of pain:
— Fuck your dream! Trouble Is, Drazic! The Orc ran away!
— How escaped? Where? — I didn't understand.
I don't know how and where. Escaped and all. While we were sleeping.
"We"? Yeah, so, Rosh, too, fell asleep... it's Weird. In Gothic character can only sleep on the bed. Unless otherwise provided in the game. And we fell asleep on the sand... This is possible only in the case of magic, "Sleep", only in this case, the hero falls asleep anywhere in the most inappropriate conditions. So really? No! This can not be! Is Orc applied to us by Roche the spell "Sleep", and he ran away? What a nonsense! For what it is all needed?
I expressed my doubts Rosu. Gemini began to yell and wave my arms:
Drazic! You do not understand! You're very kind and trusting! This is the Main Enemy!
— Who? — stupidly I asked.
— The horse's coat!! — just cause my partner. — Orc of course! Well, don't you understand...
Wait... He could have killed us a hundred times and not killed. And even defended. You have ends meet do not converge.
Drazic... Roche, it seemed, was going to cry from my dullness, — he didn't want to kill us. Didn't you know? He wanted us to delay here for a long time, and he did it!
— A gang of Quentin? — I didn't want to believe in the treachery of the ork.
— Yes, it's all he plays with. It's clear! He agreed with them, so they came and waited in ambush, and then attacked him, but did not touch us... It's easy!
Roche said it by syllables: "e-LE-MEN-TAR-AH!". And to be sure, tapped himself on the forehead.
— If they at the same time, why he killed them all? — I became angry. Twin talked to me like I was a complete idiot.
— Killed, killed... who cares! They're not human! It's just part of the program. Roche has already said in a calm voice, looking at the sea. — And guys, we the drowned corpses of bandits, not even removing them from the armor?
— So, the Orc ordered them to bury. In the sea. And the armor you can't remove, the game is not provided.
Rosh gave me a quick glance and turned away again to sea:
Game many things are not provided, what we've done. Maybe the armor could be removed.
Maybe Orc will be back? Maybe he went to take a walk? my voice was hopeful. I did not believe that Orc is the Main Enemy. Can not believe.
— Naive you Drazic, softly said Roche. — What shall we do?
And, really? What do we do now. We lost almost a day, climbed into the wilderness, cut off from the Camps to the Tower Xardas us now as the moon... And the Orc knows about our plan, any other plan we have.
— It is necessary to act according to plan cautiously I said.
— I think so too, unexpectedly agreed Roche. — Listen to me: I will go now to the Old Camp, and you swim in the sea in the Swamp. Find out there Idol Oran, and take a club. And I will come for you direct in the Marsh, just bought in the Old scrolls.
— You don't go through the forest! I knew this road. Monsters of all sorts and sizes were waylaid unwary travelers in the shade of the trees of the ancient forest.
— Bet? Roche perked up, excitedly glistening eyes.
— I'm not going to argue with you. Go together! — I got up on my feet.
— No, Drazic I'll go... If we start to go everywhere together, will not make it. Sword give me, and yourself get something, a twin pointed out a lot of weapons remaining after the last attacks of the bandits.
Roche says confident tone, I have nothing to contradict him. I gave him the sword, went to the pile of weapons and different stuff, hoping to find me a suitable weapon. Something light but deadly.
— What are you about sleep talking? asked double. He walked over to the pile with the other edge and began to pull out her bow and arrows.
— What about sleep? — I raised his head.
Drazik, you said that the dream you had... something interesting?
— I do not remember — I really had already forgotten his dream. Something interesting and important, but don't remember. It usually happens with dreams, they said forget it.
Roche already suited up with a bow, scored a lot of arrows, put on the sword. He looked quite menacing, but I knew a few of krotokrysov can rip it apart. And even bigger monsters to cope alone. I was scared to let him go, but arguing with the twins I didn't want. Will still do as planned. I have studied it.
Okay, God is with him, sleeping. Meet me at the swampies, I'm coming for you. Your task — to take away a club's Idol Oran, Roche gave me orders in that tone, as if he was an ensign and I was a green rookie. I'm itching fists.
— We have a new commander? I tried to make my voice were as polite. Probably overdone. Rosh turned around:
— Where?
Ugh. Wanted podkovyrnut him, but nothing came of it.
Nowhere. Okay, I swam. Waiting until the evening. If you don't, I'm going to find you.
"All right," readily agreed the Rosh. Let's synchronize watches?
I instinctively pulled my left hand to the eyes. Ugh, fail altogether. Where in Gothic watch? I twin brainwashed.
42.
I went into the water on the chest and swam to the right toward the Swamp Camp. To undress I did not, the water was very cold, and the clothes, though wet, I shivered not so much. The sea was calm, to sail it was easy for me. Rocky shore loomed to my right, almost closing the sky. The sun shone brightly, the water shoot... Beauty is out of this world: clean, clear sea water, sandy bottom can be seen at a great depth, the rock to the right of the majestic, sky above crazy its blue. Yes, but I ate this beauty is already through the roof. Want to go home! Want to your real imperfect world...
To the right I saw a big cave that was in a vertical rock wall at the water. A few broken wooden footbridge in front of her, a pile of old barrels on the shore near the cave. Here it opened an underground passage from the Tower of Mists. Here, the stories of the Orc, there was a Wharf and warehouse of the orcs during the first war. Maybe... maybe it was not so.
The corner of my eye I caught some movement in the darkness of the cave. I looked — out of the darkness cheerfully popped two of the skeleton and jumped into the water. Without slowing the pace, they floated to me a cheerful zazenkai. Skeletons, floating crawl, it's a completely surreal sight. But I lost the ability to wonder anything. Well, floating skeletons, and let ' em go, just don't touch me. I'm sick of these miracles, I want to go home! Want to go home!
The skeletons quickly caught up to me and swam after him. If it were, I would have written "they were literally breathing down my neck," but skeletons don't breathe. Them — nothing. So, accompanied by skeletons, I quietly swam to the Camp of the Brotherhood. In water, the skeletons do not represent any danger, so I didn't pay attention to them. Well, float and let float... On the beach, almost near the water, stood the guardian of the Brotherhood — a hefty half-naked bald fellow with a huge two-handed sword, mounted on a sling behind his back. Guardian melancholic've watched our race. Skeletons, sensing any danger or just nakupavshis, he turned back. And I got ashore.
Over the Swamp Camp was covered by dense fog from the smoke of hundreds of cigarettes with Bolotnikov. The smell of the bog came from everywhere. And air, and earth, and all the inhabitants of the Camps are imbued with this smell. I involuntarily sneezed. Gross, smells absolutely disgusting. And how they smoke it? Used to, I guess.
The guard standing on the Bank, took out a cigarette. Lit. Looked at me without any interest. You never know who climbs out of the sea... And is probably seen... Well, Yes, it's for the best. Excessive interest in my person may only hinder. The mission I have sensitive — to steal a club's Idol Oran. Take, certainly not take away — all you've got. But to steal... Need to try.
Swamp Camp is a must see! To describe in words is almost impossible... More reminiscent of the rest of the game. Although I certainly don't know how the rest of the game. Unreal all. The house, located in gigantic trees, wooden walkways over the swamp muck, fog, and smoke Smoking Bolotnikov, absolutely unreal light of the magic ore that at night the Camp is filled with blue light. A lot of half-naked people with a blissful expression, novices, guardians, idols. And silence. There is no such human hubbub and noise, as in the Old Camp. If people talk, then in a low voice. Sedately and leisurely. A sense of grace and peace. A disgusting smell of burnt Bolotnikov prevented me to fully immerse yourself in Nirvana. Nobody paid me the slightest attention.
I wandered in the Swamp Camp to the home of the Idol of Oran. And he lived in a huge hollow of a huge tree on the edge of the Camp. The room he was right inside the tree. 20 square meters, not less. Desk, bed, lamp and something like a bedside table with a rough statue from stone. Modest the situation is the true servant of the Sleeper. It is a demon, one that the inhabitants of the Swamp worship, if anyone knows. Yeah I don't care who they pray to me, most importantly, stick to Snitch...
Idol Oran supervised the work of three novices who bog pounded in wooden mortars. Prepared this narcotic weed for the manufacture of cigarettes. In the clearing, right outside of Idol, they settled. Of course, Smoking bog all.
I sat down and began to wait, when the Idol will tire from their labors and go rest in your home. And I'm not blundered... Probably...
In a very short time I inhaled a lot of smoke cigarettes, that the red and green circles swam before my eyes, and I began to hear voices in his head. Wonderful!
Inspired by these new sensations, I missed the moment when the Idol went to his room in the hollow.
I jumped to my feet and as I thought, very quickly ran after him. However, the ground beneath my feet is much swayed so I could hardly keep my balance. In addition to this I did not immediately hit the open door of the home of the Idol. The fourth time I managed to successfully Dodge the jamb and get inside.
Idol Oran was already lying on his bed. Face to the wall. Fully dressed and with a cudgel on his side. Damn! I was so hoping that he will put the weapon next to the bed when you sleep.
I have on tiptoe crept to Oran. A hefty pancake. The huge Idol of anyone I've seen. Like the old man and the muscles Bograda, as a follower of bodybuilding. The option "attack — on the head — take away the guns" I rejected at once. I'm not suicidal, in such a pitching attack.
I squatted down and tried to pull a club for themselves. Slowly, little by little... So... Well... a bit More...
And at this moment the Idol of Oran woke up. He jumped to his feet, grabbed his terrible weapon...
And with a kind smile swung a club down on my suffering mind.
My head swelled a bright white star. The last thing I saw before losing consciousness — the eye that swam in front of my face in a puddle of blood.
Brown eyes.
43.
The darkness around me, at first absolute, is slowly dissipating. Here I see the cave walls, which are torn red-red reflections of the fire. Here I see the fire, it is in the center of the cave. And sitting by the fire she — robot green-stranger. Only now she has normal human skin human color. No green cloak. Any clothes she fully Nude. I see her from the back: the back I like. The fact that lower back too. She raised her hand to fix my hair, and I saw her Breasts. Small, just as the male palm must be placed... So, stop! How did I get here? She feels me watching her and she turns around. A familiar face, only the ears are no longer pointed. Normal human ears. Pretty cute. Blue eyes where splashing reflections of the fire, looking at me seriously.
Hey, is the smartest thing I can squeeze out.
She continues to stare at me. I'm uncomfortable by it, and I shout:
— What do you want? What do you want from me?!
The girl stands up and walks close to me. Close-close. Her whisper breaks the silence:
No matter what I want. Only thing that matters is what you want... What you want?
All this is so unreal, what I understand is sleep.
— Is this a dream? — I ask her.
Yes.
— Just a dream? — persistently asked again.
She doesn't answer, looking at me carefully. I can not stand her gaze and lowered his eyes. Now I look at her bare chest. I feel that blush. The color rise in my cheeks. I hate myself for it. Well, why be embarrassed? That I women naked have not seen, or what? However, I'm confused, I'm thirsty, I can't say a word and do not dare to raise his eyes. Pause delayed.
— Why do you dream of me? — this is a stupid question, but I can't come up with anything smarter.
— You will understand it myself someday... a huge amount of unspent tenderness makes me wander in dreams of people that I care about...
I again silent as a fool, not daring to raise his eyes.
Her whisper burns me:
— Want me to kiss you?
I can't speak, only nod. I close my eyes.
And at this point she kisses me on the nose.
It's such a surprise that I open my eyes.
44.
Indeed, I opened one eye. The second my eyes continued to swim in a pool of blood right in front of my face. It is strange that he is brown... This idea seemed too strange. I moved tongue in his mouth, stumbled on something sharp. My mouth was filled with debris and crumbs. All that remains from the teeth. Surprisingly, I was able to sit down. Idol Oran stood in front of me and looked at me with a warm smile. Angel. It's not like he just crashed through my skull. I got a vial of healing elixir. Specifically the shore in case of emergency. The liquid was bright red colour and very bitter taste. I felt totally creeped out.
I drank the whole bottle and waited. Nothing happened. I again wiggled his tongue in his mouth and suddenly felt that, instead of debris — teeth. My teeth. Whole. Everything is in place. I raised my left hand and felt the head. Everything is intact. I opened the other eye. All, healthy. Medicine in the world of Gothic is something special. I was convinced once again.
Pressed a strong desire to bend down and pick up the eyes, I rose to my feet.
Idol Oran said with a smile:
— Don't do it again.
Sadist. An obvious sadist. See how smiles. Fun, probably, got, watching me with a fractured head lying in the dust. Would have killed the bastard if I could... okay, remember in the future...
I quit on Idol his most fierce glare, but at Oran my opinion not at all impressed. Well, to hell with him. After math, I just need to get out of here.
I walked to the exit of the Swamp. Need to go back to the Old Camp to Roche. I couldn't do to get the best blunt weapon in the game — a club Idol Oran.
45.
The storm came unexpectedly. The first drops fell into the dust, large, heavy. The smell, familiar from childhood. The smell of dust, nailed the first drops of a thunderstorm is something indescribable. Words can not Express. I just came out of the gate Camps, as heavy rain fell upon the earth. The streams of water, mixed with dust and mud poured down the hill towards me, hindering my every step. The water reached me almost to the knee, I felt like a boat going upstream rivers. Behind me at the gate of the Camp, two half-naked warrior Brotherhood calmly chewed extinguished cigarettes. It seems that the rage of the elements they did not care.
During a thunderstorm, the dome glowed blue and a blue whip in all its glory. Screw the Dome!
Watching him, I slipped and fell in the dirty water.
By the time I climbed up a slippery dirt road to the top of the hill, I was soaking wet and dirty beyond recognition. The final push to the summit I did on all four feet, cursing the rain, Belgara and the game "Gothic". In a coffin I seen such realism.
The storm stopped as suddenly as it had begun. The rain subsided the wind quickly dragged the clouds somewhere in the ocean. The blue sky shone, washed by the sun. The elusive world around me changed. He was nasty, dirty and wet, and suddenly became a bright, clean, joyful. And wet. Not without it.
The road went beside the river, on the left, thundering waterfall. Water after the rain was muddy. I passed the suspension bridge over the river. "The bridge to the Orc cemetery". Thoughts in my head ran by themselves... the Road skirted the edge of the forest. I don't fear the attack of wild animals, because this road always went the warriors from the Swamp Camp, well-armed and trained soldiers. And, I thought, the whole game trying to stay away from the road. How wrong I was...
I approached the bridge, across the river — the Old Camp when he heard behind him the sound. I abruptly turned around — no one. Only the dark wall of the forest surly, Yes, unseen birds chirp in the bushes.
Drat! Creek Rocha jumped out at me. I swivelled around on my heels towards the sound of voices...
And at that moment the wolf jumped.
I haven't seen this jump. I was only saved by the fact that I was turning. The wolf grabbed my hand and we fell to the ground.
Then I saw as if from outside.
46.
Dry sound of electric discharge. The smell of ozone and singed hair. The wolf is writhing lightning that sent him sir Roche. Even dead, the beast opens it to show fangs. Pain I can't feel, only see how the sleeve is dark red... And losing consciousness.
I woke up in pain. The sky. The sky is painted in the color of pain. Red sky. The breathing and muffled curses. It's my companion on this deadly adventure pulls me in the direction of the Camp. My legs are raking in the wet dirt, his head goes from side to side. And pain. The pain in my torn hand. I again lose consciousness.
47.
Drasic not die, — the voice of Roche was plaintive. — We're at your wedding walk. Be patient, don't die, please...
— KKH-m.., — I cleared my throat. Roche, I have twice.
— What? — I do not understand my partner, continuing to drag me to the Camp.
Two times is already married.
What? Future the magician stopped and opened my arms. By surprise, I guess.
The back of my head slammed on the ground. But I barely felt it. The pain in his arm drowned out all the senses.
— Oh, I'm sorry — realized my DoppelgangeR, gently lifting me by the shoulders. Drazic, and how old are you?
I called the number.
Rosh almost dropped me again.
— Almost like my parents — he said after a pause.
— Spit, Rosh. In this world we are all equal. And we all have one age.
— I'm now with you on the "you" name? — do not let my DoppelgangeR.
— Ohrenel quite?! — I was angry. — Even that was not enough. Where you drag me? Give the best elixir I've used up all your.
Drat, I'm empty, too. Right now, the camp will produce a cure, be patient.
— Don't call me "Gras" I don't like it.
— Okay. I will not.
And almost at the gate of the Camp, Roche stopped and lowered me to the ground, leaned against my back to a big stone.
— Uh..-uh... Drat, Oh, that is, Drazic. Right now I'm mushrooms Narva. They are quite therapeutic. You can eat it raw.
— Mushrooms? Guys I mushrooms? I do not like mushrooms. You bring me the elixir. I can tell you ore to give. To buy.
— No, I'm not going to Camp. I can not be there.
Why? — surprise I even forgot about the pain.
— You're not doing it.
— What are you doing? — I asked with suspicion. Left it unattended for a couple of hours — and here is the result. It is not allowed in the Old Camp.
— Yeah yeah, — muttered the twin.
— Then, why don't you go to Camp?
Drazik, you can't worry right now.
After these words, I was really worried for real. What happened? In my head climbed guesses, another one worse. And Roche, meanwhile, dragged me a few
dark mushrooms, pretty ugly.
— Here, Drazic. Chew mushrooms.
— Until you tell me what happened, these vile mushrooms not going to eat.
They're not gross.
Ha... ahem ... nasty! Tell me what you've done!
— I told you, I didn't do anything. Take the mushrooms.
— And why did the Camp go? Huh?
— There... there... Ah! Roche turned away.
— Well?
Mud has returned.
What?! — I could not believe my ears.
Mud returned softly repeated Roche. And now he considers ME his friend.
48.
Trying to ignore the disgusting taste of medicinal mushrooms, I stuck to Roche with questions about the suddenly revived made. But my DoppelgangeR replied tersely. The most sensible thing I heard from him is "leave me alone" and "leave me alone". The rest of interjections and snatches of swear words. It was evident that this theme my partner unpleasant. I already felt pretty well, but honestly continued to eat the raw mushroom cap. Roche suddenly opened his eyes, he stared at something behind my back, and his face acquired a quite indescribable expression. Sharp movement my twin grabbed the hilt of the sword. I jumped and turned around.
From the South Gate we were going mad with a blissful smile on her face.
— You're my best friend, dia was looking past me. On Rocha. With adoration. — The rest only think about how to get rid of me. I'm very grateful.
I managed to jump in between them and grabbed my partner's hand with a sword.
"Get back," hissed Roche, scary wypoczywa eyes.
— Will not go quietly I said, and turned her head, looking at Mada. Under his right eye from a fool there was noticeable purple bruise. — You beat him, or what? But Rosh?
Drazic — hotly whispered the twin to my face, ' hold him, please. I would have long since finished, but he runs faster than me. I ask as a friend, hold that sucker down.
— Ohrenel quite? — I was even uncomfortable. It was obvious that Roche is ready to kill just risen Mada.
— Pig you Dras. Get your hands off me!
I nodded Madu:
Guy, get out of here. Faster!! I can't hold it for long.
— You're not in the mood today — truly angry mad, continuing to look at Roche with adoration. But I'll go with you.
Run! — I felt that our forces are equal, and for a long time I twin to keep.
Still, the mud was not quite a fool, he looked into the wild eyes of Roche, on the sharp steel in his hand and decided not to tempt fate. He was running well and after a few seconds disappeared from view.
Get off me, Roche escaped from my hands.
— Calm down, — quite amicably I said.
— Another friend is called a... — my double pulled out a cigarette and began to smoke. His hands were shaking. How it all started, I thought, the dependence of the bog has developed in less than a day. A bad deal. I have tried to take away from Rocha Bong with grass...
And at that moment the guards on the walls of the Old Camp shouted:
— Orcs!!! Orcs!!! To arms!
Not saying a word, we rushed to the Camp.
49.
The Camp was not good. By all signs it appeared that the inhabitants had continued his drinking. Drunken miners was lying in the street. The guards could barely move his legs, they were stormy, like on a ship during a strong pitching.
— Orcs!!! The orcs at the North gate! a scream raced through the Camp.
We trot Roche moved to the North gate. Yes, the orcs chose the right moment to attack. Part of the guards were clearly unfit for combat.
From the gates of the castle came out knights in shining armor. The Army Of Gomez. Best of the best. Sober. This is encouraging. To clear the ranks they went to the North gate, we Roche fled before them. We were motivated by curiosity. The sounds of crossbow shots cannot be confused with anything. The guards on the walls of the Camp fired at the invisible orcs. At a good speed we with the twins popped up from the North gate and stood rooted to the spot.
The Orc was alone.
Ur-Shak.
Beaked.
Ork from Moscow.
When he saw us with Roche, Orc waved to us with his paw. Several bolts protruded from his chest, but Ur-Shak is not at all bothered. He just stood and waited, when we come to it. What he was waiting for us with a double, was clear at once. Behind we heard the harmonious, heavily armed knights.
We Roche looked at each other. And rushed to the Orc. Seeing our maneuver, Ur-Shak turned around and the giant jumps to the side of the hut Kavalorna, away from the Old Camp. Under the protection of the trees and hills. We were running behind. I thought that our backs are now an easy target for drunken crossbowmen on the walls of the Camp.
Innos protect us all.
Fortunately for Roche, no arrow did not hit us.
On the run I managed to cast a glance back. Out of the gate were the knights and were built in order of battle. The setting sun colored the whole world in a sinister blood red color.
And behind us was rushing man... Not a warrior. In the clothes of a miner.
Mad!
The fool ran for us. Rather, for Roche.
Thinking about it it once.
50.
Very soon we were in a safe place — in the valley between two hills, the sound of crossbow shots and the shouts of the guards, did not reach here. The Orc suddenly stopped. Roche, who had fled after, couldn't brake and crashed into the furry carcass. The carcass did not move, and the mage dropout bounced like a rubber ball against a concrete wall. Bounced at my feet. I fell, scraping his hands on the rocks. Raised from dust I'm momentarily blinded, the ragged pain in his hands reminded of my childhood. Yes, and knee hurt himself.
— Get off, ' hissed Rosh from below.
I tried to get to his feet, and here I struck the rear mud. Why did he not stop, but continued to run forward, I do not understand. He could see our bunch of little.
Now three bodies floundering in the dust. Rosh stifled swearing, I guess its cool Mud pressed down to the ground. I tried to roll out of the way to release the twin, but I was pretty disturbed mud. He was not going to get off me. Rosu visible was really bad, because he even stopped swearing. My partner saved Ur-Shak. He just grabbed one paw of me, and the second — Mada, thus opening the access of air to the lungs Rocha.
— Your mother is a twin it's not like couldn't catch my breath, coughing choked him. Standing on all fours, he coughed so hard that his throat started bleeding. We seriously dented. Or is it about the Orc so hard hit. I'd like to think that ork throughout and was at fault.
My feet did not reach to the ground, the forces of the Orc was nemeryannom. I looked over to Mada, he is hung like a sack of meal. He was unconscious. Or already dead. Do not disassemble.
Ur-Shak is also considered the camp fool. I tried to escape from the claws — with no effect. I then, clearing his throat, said:
— Let me go.
The ork thoughtfully looked at me and stuck out his paw. I fell to the ground. Teeth rang. I bit my tongue, his mouth filled with blood. Animal!
Rosh got up and also stared at the lifeless mud, hanging from the clutches of the Ur-Shak:
— Finally! Long ago I had to kill him!
What? growled the Orc blankly.
The fool that I should have been nail — said my double. — If I Dras not interfered, I would have killed myself.
— He's alive.
What?
He's alive, just unconscious. The first time I see someone collapsed on the run.
— Fix right now, right now, I'll sedate him forever, Roche reached out to the sword.
Wait! — I shouted.
The Orc said nothing, just waved a free hand, and a sword, gleaming in the red sunlight, gone far in the crown of the standing tree. Rosh was left standing with empty hands, trying to figure out what happened.
— Me — Ur-Shaq turned his back to us and trotted to the hut Kavalorna, Mada he kept a bear in front of him by the scruff. Like a cat carrying its kitten. Big cat. A very large cat that walks on its hind legs. At this point I'm no longer afraid of the Orc. How can you be afraid of cats?
51.
Night has fallen upon the Mining of the Valley. The fire that burned in the hut Kavalorna, only pushed the boundary of darkness a few steps, but nothing was covered. In the silence of the cicadas crackling seemed too loud. I helped the Orc to pull crossbow arrows out of his chest, and Roche tied mud to the beams that support the roof. That Ur-Shak had ordered the fool to tie, not to run away. Rosh was just offering that add on, and be done with it. But the Orc growled menacingly: "Anyone not going to cut it!", and the issue was resolved. My DoppelgangeR volunteered for the procedure of limiting the mobility of our prisoner. Mad didn't resist, apparently not quite recovered from fainting.
Rosh turned to us:
— Have his mouth gagged shut. Give that thread.
"No," growled the Orc.
— He is talking like a madman — insisted mage dropout.
"No," growled the Orc is already louder. Cicada was silent and even the trees ceased to rustle the foliage. There was a dreadful silence.
— Okay... — he said my double, and poked the mud with a fist in the ribs. He quietly shrieked. Rosh looked around furtively.
— Get away from him, and I said.
Yeah don't worry, Drasic, it is not anything, Roche said that overly cheerful tone.
— Rosh, do not Wake the beast in me, — Orc began to rise to his full considerable height. Twin immediately jumped from the mud and sat down by the fire opposite me.
In the end, all the arrows were extracted from hairy chest Ur-Shak. I learned a lot of new abusive verbal constructions. I especially remember... hmm... however, none censorship still won't miss it.
— Hey, — stuck to my Orc double — mushroom give? Treatment. Drazic've cracked them, as much for the ears squeaked. For the correction of health. I have a couple of pieces. To give?
— Not working for me mushrooms how to explain it.
— Picky now ork come on, mushrooms are not eating — the meat they did not believe her, — muttered under his breath sir Rosh and chuckled, and then louder said,
— Can be wound with fire to cauterize it, and then suddenly blood poisoning start?
For clarity, MAG-dropout waved the burning branch pulled out of the fire, to face with Ur-Shak.
However, the joke is:
— I'm immortal! How I can be infected?
— Dunkin Macleod, ' chuckled my DoppelgangeR. I have the conviction grew that Roche managed to sneak a smoke Bolotnikov. Too cheerful and carefree he was.
— Listen, — I asked Orc, — where Cavalorn? Something I can't see it, it is usually from his house departs.
— Walk went, the voice of Ur-Shak was so that to ask further about the fate of Kavalorna I got sick. I need it?
I have both of you one question, — Orc continued to speak in the same unpleasant tone, — what the fuck are you shore leave?
— You forgot to add "my friends" again giggled Roche. It seems that threatening tone in the voice of Ur-Shak it only amused. And I was not myself.
— My friends, why the hell you left the beach? Why was I not wait?
— Bryansk bear is your friend, ' chuckled to himself my twin, but the Orc paid no attention to it and continued:
— You have any idea of the danger you are exposed? No, it seems you don't understand. Imagine playing cops and robbers? Or just the sun baked the head? You don't know anything. Don't understand what's going on. Amateur deadly, give you to understand, finally, both of you.
— And you know what that happens? — with irony in his voice asked me. Not like me, like this big hairy thing talking to us. Chastises as small children. Who is he anyway?
— Here! — Orc raised a furry finger to the night sky. — That's what I went to check some of my guesses, and you had me wait in a safe place on the beach. But you're like small children — went to look for adventure on his ass.
The word "ass" Rosh chuckled again. I have again appeared a burning desire to punch him right on the ear. For sobering up.
And I found confirmation of his conjecture, — Ur-Shak spoke louder. — I went North to the camp of Quentin. And found that the whole gang of Quentin in full force sitting in the gorge, all are alive-healthy. Was.
The word "was" Orc said with intonation, and I have no doubt that they were exactly until I met Ur-Shak with.
And who did you kill on the beach? — butted Roche.
— That's the whole point, my friends, that and on shore, too, were a gang of Quentin. You know? An exact copy of a gang in the Northern gorge. Identical.
— Wait, my head does not fit... So what, them two? Two gangs?
— I think, my friends, that the three of them. We are three, so the gang of three. The number of main characters. This, incidentally, explains a lot.
And Xardas is also three? — giggled again Rosh.
— All three friends of mine, but not simultaneously. I imagine that at the same time in the game all three copies can not be, but it is necessary to destroy one copy, then there is a second. If you destroy the second will be the third. How and why this happens, I don't know. However, I dare say that this fact we must accept as a given, and proceed from this in their future actions. Do you understand what I mean?
— Uh...uh...
Well... not really, to be honest.
— My friends, the Golems at the tower Xardas not three, but nine. You know? Should kill the Golem first, as it will be the second. And so on. You know? To the tower Xardas we just not go.
— I here do not understand one, what does it have mud so quiet. She might be dead? Roche said it with hope in his voice.
— You, — Orc poked me with his finger — check the kid. Maybe it's tight.
I walked over to the bound prisoner, he blinked, but said nothing.
You're alive at all? If alive and nod your head.
Mud nodded obediently.
— Live! I called in the fire. And more quietly asked the fool:
— Do you know what we're talking about?
Are you talking about a necromancer and his tower, responded mud.
— You know about Xardas? — I was surprised.
— In the Old Camp all know about the necromancer Xardas, I just don't like to talk about it. You know, he was a long time ago Archmage of Fire? Are you interested in?
I just fell into a stupor. It turns out that everyone knows about Xardas. Even Mud. Just don't like to talk about it. The remnants of sanity was ready to leave me.
— KKH-m...m... Rosh! Come here for a moment. You might be interested to hear this.
My DoppelgangeR reluctantly went.
Roche, it turns out that everyone here knows about Xardas. Even Mud. I just don't like to talk about it.
52.
Mud knows about Xardas? Roche was puzzled. Mud, you know about Xardas?!
Poor mad did not dare to open his mouth in the presence of the future the magician, so only intensely nodded. Roche started questioning:
Mud, what do you know about Xardas? Say it!
— I know a lot about Xardas, mud was happy that he was allowed to speak. — I met with the necromancer. And he gave me the job. A very important task. Only me he could trust with such an important and secret mission. I didn't tell anyone about it. Many here think I'm an idiot, but if I did the job Xardas, their opinion of me would change...
That's it! Xardas, it turns out, meets with village fools. Moreover, he gives them "important and secret" job. Who would have thought. Ah, Yes, Xardas! Interesting. What is this assignment?
— What is this assignment? Roche apparently thought like me. Or about the same.
This is a very important and secret mission. I'm not supposed to tell anyone about it. Xardas took with me the word. I promised to keep quiet about it. But you are my friends. And from friends I can't keep secrets. Right? We're friends, right?
— Friends, friends — quickly confirmed sir Roche. I nodded my head, agreeing.
— Xardas gave me an important assignment: I had to meet the newcomer who appears in the Old Camp. Xardas said that it would be unusual person that I immediately recognize him. I need to make friends with this newbie and help him in everything. Xardas told me that a novice can swear at me and even beat. But I should not pay attention to it. Sooner or later that guy will be my best friend, and then Xardas will reward me. He will teach me magic, I'll be a powerful mage. And then be able to take revenge on these bad people of the New Camp. They hurt me for many years, but I will have my revenge.
Wait, how will you get the reward from Xardas? He comes here, to the Old Camp? Rocha was not to know he was getting, his eyes burned.
— No, Xardas can no longer come to the Old camp. Many here are afraid of him, or even hate. Xardas doesn't want anyone to fight, so he comes here. I'll have to bring your friend to the tower Xardas and I'll get your reward.
Mud, you have someone already assigned to the necromancer? Roche approached the fool closely, he was afraid to miss even one word. Me too.
— Yes, averted. But Xardas said that's not all. That will come another newcomer. And only then do I get a reward, mud looked at Roche. — I think it was you.
I never thought that friendship with Roche will be giving out awards. Not so special. Although...
— What was the name of the rookie you took to Xardas? It was your friend whose name was written on the Board? It?
— No, I said that my friend left. Didn't take me with them. Did not want to go to Xardas. I don't know where he went...He told me he wanted to kill me, — the eye of the mud filled with tears, voice trembled. But I'm not mad at him for it. He still remains my friend.
I felt ashamed. I'm also thinking about the brutal murder of Mada. And he thought I was his friend. Let on the instructions of Xardas.
— Who do you listen to Xardas? Roche began to lose patience.
I can't call his name. When I brought it to the necromancer, I immediately forgot the name of his friend. I think it's some kind of magic. Or I do have a leaky head, I told my parents.
I decided to intervene. Roche, in my opinion, asking all the wrong questions. The main question was different:
Mud, and how you can go to Xardas? You know the way? How to get past the Golems?
— Golems? What Golems? I don't know the way to the tower of the necromancer. It is very dangerous and runs through the lands of the orcs. No one has returned from the lands of the orcs alive. It is very dangerous. People can not get there. Therefore, Xardas gave me the rune. Rune of teleportation, mud continued to speak, and Roche stood, stunned by this news. Runa! The rune teleport to the Tower Xardas. As simple as that.
Mud, and where this rune now? — bland asked sir Roche.
Mad looked up to the sky. Moved lips. Then looked around like he wanted to make sure that the users no one will hear... the Roche froze, a bad feeling crept into my heart. I guessed that the runes of this moron anymore.
— I have not said, finally, mud. My heart lurched unpleasantly, the sense of foreboding did not deceive me.
— Where is she?! You lost it?! — yelled Rosh.
— I took one a bad person. A very bad man. From The New Camp.
53.
— Mordrag? — I could not believe my ears.
— Mordrag? — surprised Roche. — Tell me, Drazic, where we can find him?
Well, yesterday I went with him to a New Camp. Then fell behind on the road. And he, presumably, was buried in a New camp without me. So now he sits in a bar on the lake and drinking rice schnapps.
The Orc, apparently tired of waiting for us around the campfire, and he moved to us:
— What are you guys whispering?
Mud twitched, as if about to soar into the sky along with the beam to which it was attached. I even for a second imagined, as he takes off, dragging the crumbling of the house as hits the Dome and burned blue lights, and the remains of the house still flying by inertia, rising higher and higher... But the fool nowhere, of course, did not fly, but simply rolled her eyes and limply sagged.
— You have it even alive? growled Ur-Shak, pushing us to the side.
Was alive while the monster did not see, — sarcastically replied the Rosh.
Monster? — surprised the Orc and then nodded: Ah, Yes... Yes...
— Faint, — I stated.
— Listen, my dear furry friend, turned my double-to Ur-Shak to. Voice Rocha was just honey. — And do you want to walk to a New Camp?
Is why is that? — a surprised growl.
— Well, let's go all together in a bar on the lake, drink a bottle of rice schnapps. Something parched. You dry, Drazic?
I nodded. But in the darkness it was still not visible.
— TA-Ah-to... — handed Orc. Or you tell me about it, or we're not going anywhere. If you think you're the smart one, he pointed a paw in the chest lobe, then you are very sadly mistaken, my friend. What you mud know?
Oh, what a fool you know? Roche was amazing. Just I got some idea. Need to check something, someone to talk...
— I'm listening very carefully, Ur-Shak was not just confusing.
— Nothing, my double continued to fool around. — So, at the level of vague feelings something. Until the check, and even really can't.
"So," growled the Orc. — You're all clear.
He turned to me.
— What do you say?
I have got to a New Camp. And the sooner the better.
— That I have learned. And that's why we go there so urgently needed?
Well... I started.
— Dark I do not advise, — Orc spoke very convincingly. — We are a team. Or are we all going to get together here or no one. I hope that at least it's something, you know?
— We need to see Mondragon, — it seemed to me that I have not said anything extra.
— Here is how? With Mondragon? And what the hell?
Something to take away from him — intervened Roche.
— You think I'm stupid?! — roared the Orc. — What is this mysterious "something"?
— Yes, we do not really know — continued dark twin.
— Listen, dear boy, I'm gonna take your legs and keep over the fire. And when your hair will light up, and the skin on the ears will go bubble, I'll do the talking. Do you want that?
What horrors! Innos protect us all. I wanted to believe that the Orc was just a bad joke. But Roche took it somehow seriously:
Okay, you convinced me. We are one team. Have Mordraga is the key to our salvation.
— The key?
Well, it's a metaphor.
The Orc grabbed Rocha in his arms, turned upside down and raised her legs.
— Jokes you don't understand, right? — the voice of Roche flinch. — Put me down!
— Speak!
— On the ground put me first.
Ur-Shak fulfilled the request of my siblings and put it on the ground. I stood in a sort of stupor.
I'm all turned into one big ear, listening to you.
— You're furious. We also tried to convince us that you're human. People do not behave! — Rocha indignation there was no limit, but the Orc never cared:
— You were talking about some kind of key.
— Rune from him, okay? He Mada a rune selected.
— Rune?
— Rune teleport to the tower Xardas.
— Even so?
— So.
Is mad you say?
— No, we are just made up, Roche was again sarcastic.
— You must excuse me that I'm upside down turned. Angry I much. I don't like stupid. Such rage rolls... Sorry, eh?
— Come on, what is really there. Don't do it again — have mercy Roche.
— Sanchez word! — slammed his fist into the chest of the Orc. While the sound is turned out, as from a blow on an empty barrel. Strong, brutal.
I was glad that the situation resolved in this way. I love it when all the peace and quiet. Without threats and massacre.
— Well, moved? — Orc was ready immediately to go in search of runes.
— Stop! I said. And Mada will leave here or what?
— And what does he do? Roche was in his repertoire.
— Take, — said the Orc in a tone that admits of no objections. — Untie him.
Not founded I continue this story it is clear the author has bent in your writing world!
Alon[inquisitor] you have a great respect for your stories! when I read, as if returned to the time when the first time passed the Gothic. when you do not know what to do with mud, when he saw the Orc had fled in fear from him! in General, the story is finally right, sorry current nedakonice but still great! nostalgia damn it!