Write a story together v3
Game rules: Everyone writes the sentence, line or paragraph, a continuation of the events of the story.The previous part
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... a reduced fare in public transport. This is particularly the situation has not changed, therefore, to attract investment needed to act decisively. In the meantime, under the same ash was going on, something sinister.
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Only the ancient archivist dared to assume that it in the gems under the roots. In order to stop the spread of darkness, he ordered his disciple to collect the broken leg, necklace and tiara...
Necklace and tiara has been blessed by the Gods of Good and were in a magical garden near the shore forever stormy ocean, protected by the army of dragons and angels.
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Before you start your journey student archivist named Ignat decided to look into the tavern Under the shadow of the unicorn.
He ordered a modest meal and some ale. As I sat waiting, I noticed a mysterious elf sitting in the corner. Though she tried to hide her face, he saw her slender figure and beautiful Golden curls.
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Unfortunately for our hero, El was of the highest quality - it seems that stock the excellent beverage has been preserved from the times, once staying for the night of the king of Villette, who led his eight-thousand troops to war and decided to throw a feast on the occasion of the wedding of the daughter of a tavern owner and a surveyor. Apparently, the king of Paris was well versed in booze and bad in military business, because soon suffered a crushing defeat in the first battle. The hero felt sorry for fun of the king and he ordered another mug of ale. Enjoying its rich taste bouquet, our hero began to consider the mysterious elf with a slender figure and beautiful Golden curls. The answer to the mysterious elf, he decided to start with the definition of its geometrical parameters on the eye, which in order to maintain visual acuity they were ordered another mug of ale. And then another and another. The growth in the number of empty mugs on his Desk, waist elf was getting slimmer and curls all zolotistye. He was so absorbed in the beauty of the elf that did not pay attention to the tightly knit company of dwarves the predatory species, who took a table nearby and began in a loud voice to stories from the main road.
At some point, setting aside the mug once devastated, our hero noticed that in the corner were now two beautiful elf instead of one. Twins, he thought lazily. Considering that as a good sign, hero drank the last Cup and with a heart full of the desire to strike up an acquaintance with at least one of the fair people, made an attempt to get up from the table. He wanted to rise majestically from the place, and to proceed to them the proud gait of a true hero of ballads, but a drink late king of Paris made itself felt, causing the hero bumped into the table, and staggered to not fall on fallen on the floor, empty mugs, was forced to rely on wet hot stone jutting out of the wall. With the power of rebounding from it, the hero made a faltering feet several short steps towards the elf.
- Hey, you, drunk, and well stop!
The tavern was eerily quiet.
The hero turned at the voice and barely focused gaze on the company of dwarves. His eyes settled on the powerful bald gnome with a wedge-shaped beard, sitting near the wall. His blue tattoos hand slowly stretched to a huge bludgeon on the belt, and the only survivor in the battles of blue eyes in a scarred face stared at our hero with animal rage. The one-eyed stood up, pulled the foot stool, and the hapless hero could see his impressive sweaty bald head red imprint of his hand.
The elf did not bother to stand up or at least remove the hood, but warning her hand flashed a dagger:
- Whoever you may be, stay away from me!
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- Mileage, You are wrong istolkovanie the words of this... hobbita, our gallant ale lover resented these words. When he skazal drunk, opredelennogo obraschalsya to me, the following sentence was interrupted by a sudden bout of hiccups...
The aforementioned hobbit struggled from the floor. The elf frowned again and lowered his head, muttering irritably under his breath some expletive.
But our hero was not timid. Realizing that if he were sober, one or two of the dwarves he could fill up fairly quickly, with a whole gang of burly dwarves to cope is not possible. Especially now when he really needed to pee, but the road was blocked by a specially evil dwarf. Then he came up with a great idea - jumping to the nearby table,he called the gnome in a dance duel.
The dwarf agreed, because, unlike our hero, was completely sober. During the dance he couldn't resist and peed. But continued to dance in the hope that nobody will notice.
However, the bartender did not like that smelly drunks shitting on clean floors, he pulled out a baton and began to extinguish all in a row...last kicking dissenters out of the door, he walked over to the elf and once again demanded her gold for eaten Apple pie, roast pork and a barrel of ale, but forest resident don't even oudeuil his eyes, still chewing a slice of pie...
- Rick Sk1mmer -
Then he with a zealous sense of justice is shaken out of her allotted gold for dishes, but also a bit in damages! Then, having passed the shift went home, but leaving the tavern...
...woke up on the floor in an empty bar. It was after midnight, the elf had disappeared, and on the table lay a bag of gold coins. Rubbing his bruised place, he tried to restore the picture of what is happening, but remembered only as it flew an empty bottle, and her chair, and then he lost his balance and passed out. The reason was the excessive brutality that he showed at that moment with a zealous sense of justice wanted to shake the girl, not only due gold for dishes, but also a bit in damages.
he wanted to talk to Geralt about his curse . The Ghost said ,I killed one of the owners of the bar.
by the way - I socut Sigmund and you ? Geralt. so kill the master, and I will depart this world with spokoystviem.
And Ian knew about it... of Course as that he stayed there with a redheaded Triss, because again lost his memory after another drinking with the witches. And judging by the stories kelligrew, he even tracked down a new oak bed, the creaking sound which is often heard at night.
Ian shook his head in order to ward off unpleasant images emerge from the depths of consciousness and longingly looked at the stuffed unicorn. It stood, covered with cobwebs in the corner, in places moth-eaten and moldy pop, sometimes smerda poisonous gas.
He heard footsteps and the clank of armor, the intruders knocked on the door and entered the room. It was Bianca who volunteered to help the sorceress to track down Geralt on the Skellige. It is, as always, half-naked Breasts in armor with sooooo deep cleavage swayed to the beat chestnomu breath, the girl was disturbed by something...
- Say rather, what have you found...?- hard said Ian...
- There... On Skellige... With Triss... was Doppler pretending to be Geralt!!! breathlessly replied Bianca...
Ian was stunned by what he heard, but where, where is Geralt???...