I don’t even know what it will be, maybe a single story, or maybe the head of the book. The fact that the book will be finished is unlikely, I rarely finish something to the end.
The idea to write this appeared with me while reading a witcher and playing one RPGshka, but in which one, I will not say. This is generally, in a kind of fan fiction, by that rpgshke.
Well, I don’t even know what else to say. Pleasant reading or something.
The warm July day was that, the hot July sun was shining, bulls grazed in the meadow, birds flew in the sky, the appearance of which it was impossible to determine.To. They flew very high. Clouds of dust south reflected in the river flowing through the valley, but the water in the river was not mirrored, it was stained with small stains of blood, floating with flow. The elf sat above the river, he washed his huge blade in it, his blade was no less than an elf, if not more. Water flowed between the zazubs of the two-handed by washing fresh blood from under them. Fifty meters, in the meadow, lay a huge hairy carcass. Lay in a puddle of her own blood. The whole environment said that there was a battle: uprooted trees under the root, split stones. Such a picture was always observed in places of battles with trolls, but at the same time, usually the picture was supplemented by several corpses of soldiers and instead of the troll lying on the ground was a satisfied and well -fed troll, dining those who came behind him, leaning on the rock with his huge, hairy hump on his back. Meanwhile, the elf finished with washing the weapon hung it on his back, and headed to the top of the hill of the rising above the valley. He hung his sword diagonally, if he hung it straight, then he would drag him on the ground, like a plow, leaving a huge furrow.
Suddenly a bull, who grazed on a hill, seeing that his boundaries were violated, decided to teach the offender the horns. Noticing this, the elf accelerated and switched to running, but did not change directions. The bull rushed towards the elf, he grabbed a huge two -handed man from behind his back with one light movement, and with the same light movement, right on the run, the bull’s head compartment. Without stopping, he reached the top of the hill, throwing a double -rod behind his back in the usual way. He looked around the valley, a river, groaning bulls, vultures of the corpse of a troll, again a river. Grabbed an air snake out of the seal. The snake seems to be woven from the materials from which the hats are sewn with jester, and the colors of the corresponding, was small, colorful, full of different colors.
After that, the elf accelerated, jumped and spread the “snake” above his head. As it turned out, it was not a snake at all, but a small deltaplane, with small, wooden handles. According to all the laws of logic and physics, this deltaplane could fly, but could not drag the elf in the enemy in huge armor through the air, with a sword, one and a half times more than the average height of a person and it is not known what a load in a duffel bag. Deltplane was held in the air thanks to magic, not otherwise.
The tavern lived her life, the https://gamblingdata.net/casinos/wazamba-casino/ waitress ran to one to another table, carrying alcohol and snacks. At the tables sat dwarves, and elves, and people, and even a pair of toads sat at a table. The doors opened with a kick, and did not enter them, no, our elf flew up, on a deltaplane. This seemed to pay attention to this, except for the owner of the tavern, who was probably outraged that his door was dirty with his feet. Folding and removing the Deltaplan, the elf approached the bar. The innkeeper asked a question on the move without letting the elf reach the rack.
– He is dead? – the elf calmly approached the rack, leaned on it with his hands chained in armor, and said.
– Already from half an hour, it feeds the scavengers. – The expression on his face has not changed.
– And where is the evidence? You brought them? – The innkeeper was unlikely to hoped to get evidence, it was just playing offense for the elf spoiled by the steel boots, the door.
-What do you think I could get down? – The elf was calm more than ever. – head weighing 20 pounds and three times more than me? Or fill the wool from it? Or maybe pickered as evidence of the eyes that on the road would be like porridge that you feed visitors?
The innkeeper swallowed.
– Well, you could cut off something, for example a finger.
– Or maybe I will dismember it into pieces, cook soup from it and bring you to taste about my truthfulness. – Elf’s eyes, it seemed, began to lose their former calm. “You know who I am and know what my reputation is, you know that this is not the first village of which I help, and you know that no one has ever called me a liability, and if there were those, then before their death, they repelled that they lied that lied.
– Okay, okay, convinced. – trying not to show fright, the innkeeper said. – Here, hold your reward.
He threw an open bag on the table, many silver, and several gold coins flaunted in it. The elf silently tied it, and put it in his bag.
– You will not recount? – the innkeeper was surprised. He did not let visitors out of the table until he counts the money they paid three times.
– You also have a reputation.
The elf left the tavern and headed towards the trading region.
Already about to leave the village, the elf passed by a small hotel on the outskirts. When suddenly the sounds of struggle were heard, and after that the sounds of magic. Someone used the magic of water nearby, metal water balls. The elf immediately realized where the sound came from and moved towards the hotel.
At the entrance, he saw the Frogen Magician, who was metal balls into the room, while his assistants sorted out those who are inside in close combat. The elf did not wait, the magician was so absorbed in his occupation that he did not hear how the elf ran up to him from the back, how he jumped, and after a second he could no longer hear anything. The two -handed blade pierced the magician through the ground, it was so wide that it almost shared its loud body in half. Entering inside, such a picture appeared in front of the elf, the owner of the hotel ran in a circle from two armed jespers, while managing his bare hands to weer cuffs, but he himself often received either a club or a sword blade. The elf did not force himself to wait long, another sharp jump, blow. One of the bandits in the disconnect. The second one saw this, he turned and flew to the elf, but he was not destined to get to the goal. On the halfway, surprisingly both the elf and the Frogena, he was stopped by the fist of the owner of the hotel, stunning and ticking to the floor. The elf, although he was discouraged by this act, did not numb, immediately took advantage of the two -handed man, nailed the enemy to the wooden floor. The second raider, as it turned out, came to his senses, and rushed at the one who was closer, at the owner of the hotel. Surprising everyone for the second time, the owner deftly left the blow, and Frogen entered his wooden floor with his ax and pelis, breaking wooden boards into chips. Only he tried to get his weapon and get up, when the elf fell on top of it, piercing through the two -handed and driving him into the wooden floor even deeper.
In gratitude for the help, the owner of the hotel asked to stay an elf with him. The elf did not mind. The owner was called Ed, he introduced the elf to his wife Ed, and children, boy Arthur and girl Kate. They arranged a festive dinner, fed the elf of the dosit, and after that they gave one of the guest rooms. Lying on the bed, the elf lay and thought. I thought about what the brave owner of the hotel, brave and reckless. He often saw how they attack the peasants in these places, and everyone behaved absolutely the same, no one ever fled or hid, everyone fought to the end. Often this ended in the complete extermination of everyone who was in the house, and sometimes in neighboring houses, if any of the knights, at least someone wearing weapons did not come to the rescue. He thought about this world, in general. Just a year ago, he arrived here on a trading ship, where he lived his services was no longer needed, there was almost no monster there, and the army always coped itself. And heading for new lands, he certainly knew that something new was waiting for him, but he could not imagine such. Bulls, 3 meters in size, and 6 in length, twice as many bulls, trolls are three times more than ogres. And when he first saw undead, he let his two-handed skeleton under his ribs, scattering the bones on the ground, he did not even know that he would someday sit in the tavern and drink El with one of them,
– Damn, friendly undead. He thought. And he also thought where El who drank his half -dead friend was drinking? There were no ribs and skeletons under the raincoat, but there was definitely nothing to drip on the floor of the taverns. But how was he surprised when he found out how his mushroom barbecue is being made. Yes, mushrooms are collected here, but here is a bow. He runs, even more likely rides on the ground, grows his mouth and huge teeth, rushes at everything that in his opinion can eat. But the plants that have grown limbs and now walk on the ground, it was even more frightened than toothy onions.
– Plants the size of a humans, grow limbs, and now they will patrol the places on which they may have grown, and rush to everyone who will be met. What strange world I got into? – thought the elf to himself. Giant crabs, turtles, long -extinct dinosaurs, giant skeletons, it is not clear to whom they belonged during their lifetime, perhaps they were created by such. And what is here at the bottom of the sea, he could not imagine. But why he was so afraid and hated is magicians. Damn, local magic, has no analogues anywhere. Visiting sorcerers cannot learn to her, locals either refuse help, or explain so that all these experiments usually end either with a fainting of a visiting wizard, or with a fire. And most of all he hated magicians not because magic scared him, but because he once killed.
It was an ordinary day, the elf walked along the river, as he saw the elves who recently met in the tavern, or rather what remained of them, and the witches stood and burned the remains of the dead. Without thinking for a second, the elf scattered and jumped with his crown jump, brought the sword, but did not reach the goal. The witches raised their wands and rays of light green light burst from them, they instantly turned the elf into a bunch of slurry in armor. And immediately left. So he lay there about 2 minutes, for two minutes he was dead. He was found by local healers collecting ingredients for potions, they uttered a couple of spells, and the elf found the shape again, but was all the sparks and cut, 4 holes from the rays flaunted on his bib. For two months he was literally collected in pieces, soldered with elixirs. Two months of pain. And after he got to his feet, he first went to look for witches. And found, they passed under the mountain when he was on her. This time, he did not give them a chance to notice himself. He jumped from a cliff to a witch who walked behind, and simply crushed her with his mass multiplied to accelerate. The witches turned around and threw up the stoves, but he turned out to be faster, jump … And now he is already at the last witch, and those two that were left behind, lie without half the body. A sharp blow and the witch is nailed to the stone with a huge blade. After that, he gathered all their stoves, parts of bodies, clothes and divorced a bonfire. And all night, he sat and watched how, in his opinion, the highest evil in this world, burning.
The next morning, the elf gathered all his belongings, said goodbye to the owner’s family, and was heading for the exit. But the owner himself entered him and invited his savior to walk around the garden to leave a good memory of this place. The elf did not mind, he loved conversations, especially if they were sincere and was not conducted in order to offer the work to the elf, or to sell something to him. Walking around the garden, Ed asked the banal question from which most of the elf conversations began.
– Where are you now?
– I don’t know where the wind will blow. Now I think to go north, to Kurtar. Perhaps someone needs my help there
“Well, yes, maybe …” Ed grinned. -… now you need your help everywhere.
– Well, I finished with your area, there are a lot of other adventurers here, so you may not worry about the fact that there will be no one to protect you from bandits. Here they are going to organize a branch of the guild of magicians, and magicians – serious protection.
– Yes, but they do not hunt for monsters. You know that after you leave, calm will last a month, a maximum of two. – said Ed, dropping his eyes, as guilty schoolchildren do.
– Yes, I know that, and I will return if the work ends there. – said the elf, without believing himself. “Work will end”, if there is so much evil spirits only on the outskirts of the mainland, then it is unlikely to be less in the depths, on only the masters mastered. – And we must remember that I am not the only hunter for monsters.
– Yes, not the only. But you are the best.
The elf did not answer, but the answer was not required.
– Ed, tell me, you fought so bravely for your family, for children, for your wife. And you did not think that it would be easier to give them what they wanted? – The elf knew that the matter here is clearly not pride, rather they asked for what Ed could not give them.
– You rightly said, I fought for children. You want to know what they demanded for me? They demanded my children. I don’t know why they needed them, but I did not understand. Told his wife to close up with the children, and he climbed into a fight.
– Without weapons? With bare hands?
– The peasants are not supposed to be weapons according to the law, as well as by law we are put a guard, only they cannot provide it. But to tear off the fine for weapons in the house is easy.
– Again, politics, the struggle of the law with common sense. – thought the elf to himself.
An awkward silence dragged on.
– Well. – broke the silence of the elf. – I have to go.
-Wait, Mr., yesterday I somehow did not realize, but today I remembered that I did not recognize your name.
– You say that I am the best hunter for monsters, I probably heard about me. – the elf was surprised.
– Yes, but the people are called “dark elf”, but this is not your real name.
Having stood in thought for a second, the elf still said. – Call me “drow”.
– Drow? – the peasant grimaced. – It’s like a dark elf in an elven. You are the name?
– No, but my elven name can not be pronounced, so let the drow be. – the elf raised his hand, taking off his iron glove before that to check in which direction the wind blows and said. – Goodbye, Ed, the brave of the peasants!
– Farewell, Mr. drow.
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