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Camrad_RIP 27.04.24 в 15:29

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Camrad_RIP 27.04.24 в 15:29

It wasn't that he didn't like Fantrelle, but he felt a certain antipathy. It was noisy, dirty, foul-smelling, and noticeably expensive, especially if you wanted a little cleanliness and comfort. Oh, yes, comfort was expensive here, a corner in a good inn, food and washing were eating up his money, causing a new portion of antipathy to Lashka and her mother. If he hadn't already paid them off, he might have been angry, but as it was, he just remembered the tasks set for the spirits, which they couldn't fail to fulfill, and calmed down a little. The reserve he had from the beginning would be enough to winter even in Fantrelle, even though the city was expensive. Poor, by the standards of a young man accustomed to earthly comfort, but it would be enough. And if he could find a shelter in one of the larger villages and stay there for the winter at one of the houses (perhaps even in the company of a pretty widow), paying for the food, he would have more than enough to spare.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 15:25

Now, alas, Stepan didn't have enough money even for half of the winter. Not to mention the need to shop or visit magic shops. The city had its own mage, an adept sent by the Dantmark City Council with a couple of apprentices, and individual families, guilds, or houses had their own gifted, sometimes quite powerful ones. At least one adept was always under contract with the Adventurer's Guild, its local representative. The very name of the guild made Stepan feel so ridiculous and banal that it was only a miracle that he held his face. Another squad had just returned from a big contract and they also had their mage. The locals had doubts about his diploma, but the Earthman who looked at his aura acknowledged at least his qualifications and power.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 15:30

Any magical reagents were extremely expensive. He could try to sell his supplies or even crafts, but there were some pitfalls. Firstly, he needed his stock of herbs, roots, and animal bones for practice, otherwise, why did he come out of the forest? Secondly, you can sell the goods for the same price you used to buy them from a merchant only if you squeeze the merchant's balls in strong pincers, and in other cases, you will inevitably be cheaper. If it comes to already finished products, then ... The young man had no doubt that he would be quickly noticed, asked about documents, patents, and permits, and then start behaving ugly. The same local amulet-maker, who was one of the most prosperous rich men, would definitely try to bury him for the attempt of dumping and getting into the monopolized business (all other magic traders, except for adventurers and the adept sent from Dantmark work with him). Or to enslave him, and if that didn't work, at least to kick him out of town.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 16:34

So Stepan was left to wander around, sighing wistfully at the thought of his skinny wallet, and thinking about joining the local adventurers. The thought of voluntarily joining those morons who consciously stick their heads where they can bite it off just for the sake of money, every time caused a chuckle and a rush of adrenaline, awakened enthusiasm in search of a way out of the situation. And the way out was found, one could say was carried out literally brilliantly! And for this, he had to do about one big nothing, as well as a couple of small nothing.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 16:35

Just one afternoon, the third day after arriving in the city and the second day after the familiar caravan left the town, the boy returned from another walk through the local market to find a familiar face at his favorite table. The same one had already come to him to beg for the hand and life of the boy he was about to spare. The man was sitting at that table, sipping beer from a mug and eating small fried fish. When he met the shaman's slightly perplexed gaze, he only nodded in greeting, even stood up a little, saying, with all due respect. Finding no reason to turn around and leave, Stepan came closer and sat down, looking questioningly at the imposing interlocutor.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 16:37

“There is a case, honored one, profitable and, I'll clarify right away, legal." This time the interlocutor was not as tense as last time, it was felt, but he was not completely relaxed either, or he was just pretending masterfully. "One of the girls in Slutty Tail, it's a good institution with all the documents and seals, suffered a lot from your colleague, also a magician. It's a recent story, already finished, but a bit dirty. I'm not telling it in confidence, don't think so, but every mongrel in the walls of the city has already heard it. She's got some kind of curse on her, nightmarish dreams. It doesn't sound serious, they all thought the woman was just stressed out or didn't want to take a shift, but she's been really bad the last few weeks. Why don't you check it out? Not for nothing, of course. Madam Tertia's a stingy lady, but generous when she needs to be."

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 16:43

It was funny, but even the boy's knowledge of the local society was enough for him to notice how this guy carefully avoided bringing up the subject of the fact that the shaman who had almost taken the boy's hand away from him obviously knew about curses. Either there are some rules of politeness here, or the mastery of such topics is not so much approved by the harsh and fair law. Uh, not a dark mage from classic Chinese novels or kind of "realistic" cycles about good dark and deceitful scum of the light, but it still smells of class oppression. However, if to think and take into account the earthling's properties of subtle bodies and the general practice of summoning not the brightest entities, the result of reflections becomes not especially pleasant.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 16:46

The story that the visitor told him with all politeness, but still remaining dull to the point of dreariness and devoid of real emotions, was really nasty and unpleasant. One of the apprentices of the Duke of Dantrelle's court mage, Master Mirelt, was passing through the small town of Fantrelle and entered the local brothel. The brothel, if anything, was a place for the richer crowd, where they kept the girls prettier and even sometimes checked them with healers regularly, and kept a few especially valuable flowers for the richer clients. But magician, a full-fledged adept and an apprentice of not just anyone, but of a VIP, it was still a bit “uncomfortable” to go there, because he was too much of a high-flying bird. For such birds, there was still the gentleman's club of “Ruada's admirers” where such a person would be admitted with all the respect and bows.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 16:49

Ruada wasn't some god or local king of the incubi, as the bandit, who saw the slight bewilderment on his face, explained, no. Ruada was the name of the founder of this club, who lived about a hundred and fifty years ago, an avid gambler, hedonist, and womanizer, who had written himself into history as part of the local cultural heritage. The only thing was that the girls there were really valuable, and all of them were under the patronage of the local aristocracy because noble faces also liked to have fun. No, the mage could afford to rent the whole club, but he had specific tastes. As a result, one of the three whores he had rented died of extensive soft tissue and internal injuries, the second one got burns that mutilated her appearance, and then hanged herself when she realized that she was thrown out on the street penniless and could not earn any money. The third one managed to kick the mage in the balls, breaking out of the room covered with a sound barrier and calling for help. The brothel-madam and guards who came to the shouting stopped the outrage, pulled off even the mage who did not deny anything - as they found out later, he was not welcome in good brothels of Dantmark for a long time - the payment for the lives of the spoiled and killed, and also insulted him terribly by not letting him finish with the third one, who escaped and also hit him.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 16:53

No, if he had come right away with such a question, quietly paid more and he would have had these three tied up and delivered. They're normal people, and Madam is a real bitch. But now she just couldn't give in, otherwise, all the girls would run away from her, or, more likely, her would be replaced for reasons of extra holes in the body from grateful subordinates. As a result, the offended magician got into a scandal with the local bosses and let the authority of his teacher allowed to do without formal payment for damaged goods, but he left without revenge. In a normal situation, a whore, and of those who were not particularly expensive, would have been fucked for a blow to the groin of such a person with a spiky dildo, - this was Stepan's opinion, collected from clauses, - but here the situation was very special.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 16:59

The magician left on his magical business, staying in the city for another twenty-four hours, and the whore, strictly a week later, began to have very painful and terrible nightmares, in which she was cut, raped and tormented until very reluctantly awakening. A visit to the temple helped only for a while, appealing to the priestesses of Gaia did not help in any way, only restoring her health, and no one would ask for a full-fledged prayer service for a simple wench, it was expensive. And here, look, a visiting magician came to the city, who can do something. You can try your luck if it's not expensive and if it's expensive, then fuck it, it'll be easier to hire a new girl than to endure screaming at night from this one.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 17:01

What struck Stepan most of all, who had managed to plant in himself the spirit of words, allowing him to hear in each word a little more than what was said, was that this thug did not press for pity or, there, appeal to conscience. He really didn't see a problem with the situation itself, only that the magik had treated the shadow world with disrespect and in a boorish manner. Wouldn't they have found him a debtor or a guilty one, or stolen someone? But no, he spoiled normal girls, which brought money. He could at least just ask, even before the fact, so as not to make them lose face. Not all of this was voiced to him, but with the right spirit, and with such a close contact, as direct incorporation into the body, to read the subtexts and understatements could even not Sherlock.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 17:04

"I can take a look, why not?" He agreed not because he wanted money or experience, but because he felt sorry for a stranger who had been abandoned by fate and nobody cared about. "If I can do something, I'll tell you at once, I'll set the price at once. And if I can't, I won't."

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 17:06

With these words, Stepan casually finished the porridge with meat he ordered, wiped his mouth and face with a homemade and regularly washed napkin, and stood up, silently inviting the bandit to show him through. Well, the criminal element himself believed in what he was saying and did not seem to demonstrate aggression, nor did he demonstrate deception in his words. It seemed like he really just wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to solve a problem that couldn't be solved on the cheap otherwise. The road to the brothel was calm. They entered the room, large and even tastefully done (external facade) through the back door. The guy was expecting an attack, but it didn’t happen, and the brothel Madam who met them. Tertia was an aunt (she looked about fifty years old, with one and a half fingers missing, and a scary face) businesslike and immediately led to business. Although, she showed even more politeness, than the criminal guy himself. Not servility yet, but there was something like that.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 18:13

"Resa, bitch, get up, Mr. Magician has come to you!" The brothel owner’s voice was loud and quite pleasant, not shrill, rather hoarse, like a smoker’s. “Don’t disgrace me, I’ll strangle you myself! Come here!"

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 18:16

The young girl only a little older than Stepan was the kind of girl who could be called pretty, with very voluminous breasts and hips, but a little overweight. The same Truda - damn her - had bigger tits, and noticeably so, but she had no folds on her belly and sides, the extra kilos went only to the right places. Here was clearly expressed fullness, still cute, and fans, obviously, were there, but for Stepan, this top is too massive. In general, Resa was though not a beauty, but attractiveness had earlier, much earlier.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 18:52

Her hair clumped into an unkempt greasy clump, bruises under her eyes that would make pandas and raccoons weep with impotent envy, a twitching eye and cheek, a dull stare, and a tremor in her hands. And she spoke, greeting and bowing as if she were a wound-up puppet, automatically but without feeling. She seemed to want more than anything to just go to sleep and not wake up, but she was not allowed into the realm of dreams.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 18:54

Stepan, who had lowered the Shroud slightly, intensifying his spiritual vision to the limit and slightly helping himself to feel the problem with a phantom limb, only sighed tiredly. Now, being under his current disguise, there was no way he could help with this one. Hell, there's no way he'd be able to help even at full strength! It wasn't just a curse. It was a spirit sent through dreams, and it was, you know, strong, unusual, and contractually bound. Whether the sadistic magician was a class shaman or whether he just bought or otherwise got some contract anchor-artifact, perhaps, having taken trophies from some orc sorcerer (or traded with him), it was what it was. The entity was dark, evil, and literally enjoying its role, which caused not so much fear - it wasn't even a match for a randomly summoned shit in the forest, not the kind of shit to scare Stepan, he'd seen worse shit - as simple disgust. The creature was not strong, but it was unpleasant and bloodthirsty. If it had tried to suck on his aura, the evil shaman Stepan would have eaten the attacker without salt and pepper, perhaps literally. But the spirit had already eaten into its victim's subtle body and had partially grown into it with its immaterial body, especially in the head area, so if it were to tear sharply and without preparation, it would be a corpse.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 18:59

A characteristic marker of the situation was that it was impossible to see the creature with the usual magical vision, only some swirls and shades of blackness, which could well be a consequence of the disease and nightmares. If you didn't know where to look, you could miss it. No way! Even the pure shamanic method of spiritual perception was no guarantee of detection, because the spirit merged with the victim's aura, hiding in it and behind it. Stepan would have detected the creature, but would have to look closely, dance, call, or even strengthen the eye with mushroom, which he categorically did not like to do. He practicing so as to do without auxiliary substances that also suppress thinking. It was good that there was a spiritual transformation that had already become quite habitual and, as a consequence, the possibility of turning part of his spirit into a third hand. He could hardly wank with it, though he hadn't tried it to be sure, but he was able to find the spirit hidden in this makeshift cocoon-cavern-deepening almost instantly.

Camrad_RIP 29.04.24 в 12:19

"Well, I can do it." The young man shrugged with a confidence he didn't really feel, and with a carelessness he didn't even feel in the least, looking indifferently at the woman's eyes that flashed with some animal hope. "I'll have to smoke some herbs, then air the room, and I'll spent time, but it's nothing complicated."

Camrad_RIP 29.04.24 в 12:22

It wasn't that they didn't believe him, but they didn't seem to care, and they were going to pay after work anyway, not before. There was still a risk of being cheated, but in this world, as Stepan realized little by little, bullying mages, robbing them, or cheating them out of payment, was usually fraught with various and truly fabulous consequences, the more terrible the tale, the stronger the mage and the more offensive the cheating.

Camrad_RIP 29.04.24 в 12:23

"So let's go in and talk about payment, shall we?" With a deceptively kind, but in fact greedy and ready-to-bargain smile, offers the first after the pimp in this establishment, and Stepan once somehow realizes that Tertia wants to get him away from Resa so that then be able to put absolutely any debt amount and keep almost as slaves for the rest of his life. "Why bother a sick woman for nothing?"

Camrad_RIP 29.04.24 в 12:27

“I don't see the point in messing around for that amount of money.” After roughly estimating the local whore's earnings and his own needs, Stepan feels like a moron in the cube, stepping on the throat of greed. “Five in silver, not copper, more to pay off the herbs. Don't give me that look, you mistrustful individuals. I know it's cheap, but I'm a shaman, it's my specialty. I don't know what the people you checked it out were looking at, but it doesn't look like anything. If I take such crap off a living person for more than I said, my grandfather will personally come back from the kingdom of ancestors to slap me on the ass for dishonoring his memory and study.”

Camrad_RIP 29.04.24 в 12:39

It seemed that he would get nothing from this stupid adventure, but to see the eyes of the whore who had almost ended up in lifelong slavery, even though she had been rescued, flashed with happiness, and the almost material disappointment and pity for the freebies that had flashed by in the eyes of the greedy bitch, so immediately the mood improved a little bit. Then everything went much easier: kick everyone out of the room, a couple of bundles of grass to set on fire, look around in all available spectra, take off the Shroud, and a sharp jerk, under the measured chest singing on one note, to stick a hand-no-hand into the spiritual cocoon-pocket, piercing this shelter and the dark spirit sitting in it, all the will pressing on him, ordering and not allowing to act. Order it not to force the draining-drinking of the victim's aura, not to tear her energy body to shreds, forcing almost manually controlling the spirit so that it would gently pull those offshoots out of her sheaths without damaging or causing unnecessary torment. Resa promptly shut down, so she couldn't notice the sweat running down her face and the brutal strain on her aura and body.

Camrad_RIP 29.04.24 в 12:45

It was a funny thing, he thought: spirits often inhabit the bodies of mortals and try to control them. Now Stepan, in fact, had partially inhabited the spirit and was trying to control it! The trick is not really difficult or unknown to any good shaman, or even a magician who has studied unconventional disciplines, but to perform it in such conditions and at such a low level of development would be unrealistic. Without the transformation and the shroud that concealed his actions until the last moment, the spirit would have been prepared for a clash of wills and it would not have been possible to take him so easily.

Camrad_RIP 29.04.24 в 12:49

The creature finally parted with its prey, unable to provide it with a migraine, and then there was no need to hold back, and Stepan showed the enemy the strength of an isekai. The spirit was dangerous and unusual, such a clearly so easy to call, very exotic entity, but in itself was not too strong, much weaker than the level of its danger or value to the one who knows how to call him. In general, when the hand that had taken possession of him stopped controlling his actions, as if it were a hand in a glove, and began to tear and torment.... everything ended quickly to Stepan's great pleasure.

Camrad_RIP 29.04.24 в 12:52

He didn't get to the eleventh level. However, the bar was so close to the border that he would take it himself in a couple of days, just by doing morning calls or by completing one of the tasks - if he came across something that could be done in the town because he had to refuse it while traveling with the caravan. But from the generosity of the System, he got another talent-knowledge, which could not be called free because he honestly suffered for it! And risked life... albeit someone else's, but he risked it!

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 19:05

Received: “basic practice of spiritual operation”; increased affinity with spheres of dark aspects; increased likelihood of gaining knowledge and properties of the branch of spiritual metamorphosis.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 16:29

The acquired talent is added to the overall Player status.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 16:29

The knowledge, though basic, was very, very massive, almost making him lose his balance in the process of assimilation. Stepan would still need to lie in bed and understand what had been infused into him, but it was not an ordinary talent, not ordinary at all, and a simple adept without a very good heredity or a very generous teacher would not be able to master such a thing, because it required the very transformation of the spirit. In fact, it was a continuation of his recently acquired property, the ability to work with his own spirit, to use the third hand and the spirit, in general, more effectively, to strengthen and focus certain parts of it. What exactly could be created in this way, especially when intertwined with the mutual amplification of all the other knowledge, it was easy to get tired of enumerating.

Camrad_RIP 29.04.24 в 12:29

As a result, Stepan was incredibly satisfied with his act and his foray into the brothel, even though he had really worked himself to death in the process. The prostitute, who had woken up from her induced sleep, looked around perplexedly, but intuitively she should have felt as if an invisible weight had been removed from her head. When he met her with his tired gaze and thus made her shudder and bow her head hastily, he only shook his head and ordered in a tone that did not tolerate any objection:

Camrad_RIP 29.04.24 в 12:32

"Lie down and get a good night's sleep, it hurts to watch." He would follow his own advice, too, and he didn't care that it wasn't even evening yet. "Once you've slept it off, report back to those guys who hired me. Why did they take so long? Even an idiot could have done it..."

Camrad_RIP 29.04.24 в 12:33

He was grumbling mentally, but he didn't forget to add that it was only because he had gotten involved in this adventure like an idiot. Nodding to the waiting brothel madam and the bandit who had not even had time to go somewhere for a quick shag the young man in a confident tone ordered to bring the payment tomorrow, as soon as they were sure of his competence. At the same time, he told them to call a shaman next time or to hint magicians to look through the world of spirits, if they can (and many often can, the skill is not exclusive), and just a good magical vision to look closely. All this in order not to show himself too competent, sincerely hoping that locals will not realize how much this is above the level demonstrated in the aura.

Camrad_RIP 29.04.24 в 18:02

The money was brought to Stepan the next morning, not by a familiar acquaintance, but by some left-handed man he had seen for the first time. This one was much more subservient, left the wallet, and left, spoiling his appetite with the smell of epic, even legendary perfume from his unwashed body. And another six hours later, another training session in the use of spiritual sight, even without the use of call, allowed him to make a breakthrough and take the eleventh level. It would have been faster, but I had to miss a lot of training sessions with assignments.

Camrad_RIP 29.04.24 в 13:55

The Autogoddess once again pleased him with her gift, which turned out to be the knowledge of “developed techniques of casting shamanic love charms”, after acquiring which the isekai was simply knocked out for a long couple of hours, so massive were the changes in the existing data arrays. It pissed him off to realize that, despite all his training and efforts, it was his skills within the framework and limits of love magic that remained his most important and most developed side. He wanted to howl, or swear, or laugh, or go eat something spicy. And something spicy, with spices, in the fantasy medieval world is still too damn expensive, it's easier to talk to the walls.

Camrad_RIP 29.04.24 в 13:59

As for choosing a talent that could be spent freely, it was even more difficult to come up with a fully satisfying option than getting chili peppers. In principle, after the increase in characteristics, he could already take the next step of the basic pair of class talents: call and spiritual dialog. He could, no doubt about it, but the talent he'd recently received beckoned him to develop it, so much so that it was, well, unusual and far more valuable than the usual shamanism. In the sense that no one would expect a shaman, especially a weak one, to be able to manipulate his own or other people's spirits (there's a lot of synergy between this and the love charms, as well as curses, healing, and even combat effects). Well, if it is not a hereditary shaman in the generations and with such a pedigree that the spirits even in the cradle voluntarily such a baby rattles brought.

Camrad_RIP 29.04.24 в 16:57

The greed in Stepan's soul fought with even more greed. With such intensity, it was impossible to determine the winner, but in the end, he still upgraded the new talent to “advanced basic practice of spiritual operation”, and then spent the rest of the day and the next morning mastering new tricks and abilities. Spirit did become more malleable, hand-not-hand stronger, he could even add another small 'hand' to it if he wanted to, or start to grow a phantom spiritual wing from behind his shoulder. No kidding, he had such a method and tactic of development in his knowledge base, albeit only in its initial form. The new knowledge was very dependent on the property taken at the tenth level but enhanced its overall effectiveness so much that the main problem became an underdeveloped aura. No matter how you looked at it, it was pure power with a reserve for most of the coolest of the new tricks, was enough for one, a maximum of two uses, and then rest. On the other hand, he'd have those uses, and if necessary, could save a life... or cut it.

Camrad_RIP 29.04.24 в 14:08

The Earthman finally realized that he had been in this town for a while, exactly when he noticed the surveillance assigned to the tavern and him personally. It wasn't of the “under the radar and surrounded” level, but rather “watch and see”. Pre-arranged contracts with spirits, most of which had been used up very quickly and would now need to be renewed, specializing in tracking and searching, allowed him to track where the spy assigned to him went to report. He went to the centurion of the local guard and to the local magic monopolist, brother of the head of the trade guild that held the whole town. It was not a full-fledged trading house, but a nouveau riche that had taken root in the local town.

Camrad_RIP 29.04.24 в 14:12

A cautious attempt to look into the dreams of these individuals did not bring much success, because one had quite serious amulets (and weak, and therefore available to Stepan, spirits can be driven away even the simplest protection like analogs of the “dream catcher”) on the body and residence. The second was a very strong gifted. However, a couple of times to look into their dreams managed to learn, for example, that this boss is not only on girls, but also on boys, but the use of such information was not much. Stepan was a bad blackmailer even on Earth. In the new world, the situation was not better. The images of the young shaman did not appear in their dreams, probably because he was not interesting enough for them to be imprinted even in the dream sphere. An attempt to turn the dream in the right direction and formulate a specific understanding ended in waking up with an almost empty reserve and very vague answers, which could have been an error of interpretation. Judging by these interpretations, theн simply saw an ownerless gifted person who had not done anything illegal yet, but he was not looking for patrons with work either. The criminals were not in a hurry to give up an almost free individual for illegal practice, whom they could hope to get for almost free work again. Why not come up with an interesting offer? If there was a less pleasant alternative to that offer, it would be great.

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Camrad_RIP 29.04.24 в 16:20

He didn't want to wait for the aggressive recruitment, so one day he just had breakfast, bought the necessary things for the campaign and, without even trying to join the caravan, which was still waiting for three days, more likely a week, just went out of the gate and set off. As they say, there is no need to look problems in the face, if you can show these problems the ass. So he showed it, masterfully running away from the problems and not going to fight for his place under the sun against local bosses and other bad personalities. It's a big world out there. and he hasn't even explored it yet! However, the young man did not forget to be cautious and paranoid. He walked very fast on the road covering a considerable distance. He leaves the road and a rests in the depths of the forest only after having traveled a considerable distance through that forest. The forest was cold and yellowing nowadays, it was cold autumn, and regular rains were cold showers, but with his abilities, the guy could keep himself warm and dry, almost without distractions.

Camrad_RIP 29.04.24 в 16:12

Quickly setting up the camp, and then preparing the overnight stay, rearranging things in the backpack in a more comfortable order - that's where the experience of playing Tetris came in handy - as well as working with his aura and practicing certain types of influence and dialog with spirits, all this was once a boring routine, but now it seemed much more attractive than communicating with the local society. To be serious, the guy was happy with his entrance into people and thought that such an alternation of diligent pumping and a little less diligent attempts to ingratiate himself into the new world would allow neither to lose the rhythm of development nor his ability to speak.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 14:16

System assignment (small): to use your charisma, third-party means, charms, or any other gifts from Liarat si Merrinal, Lady of Gifts and Giver of Gifts, loyal servant of Innelas Innelay, to engage in anal passion with at least two persons of the opposite sex within the next two days.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 14:33

Reward: some increase in the skills of love charms calls; two-thirds of the experience scale to the next level; three protective amulets of master rank with different specifications of protective fields in the form of vibrating anal plugs; for the amulets to work, they will have to be placed in the appropriate auric node.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 14:34

Stepan didn't even sigh or get annoyed, because he was simply bored and had no strength left, he just silently pressed the refusal of the assignment, decisively, though not aloud, saying that such a defense was too exotic for him and it was better not to overdo it. The spiritual limb methodically dragged small stones and twigs, sometimes carrying them into the spiritual world and pulling them back out. Sometimes, however, he was not able to pull them out completely, especially if he was in a hurry, but the task of training is in training, strange as it may seem. Again, many materials, having been in the spirit world, are infused with special energy and become very valuable, but you can not get them so quickly and easily. This only served to reaffirm how extraordinary an ability he had gotten in the first place.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 14:36

It was this training that had allowed him to notice something wrong when he'd accidentally swiped a phantom limb through his backpack, sensing something magical. It was a common thing. He had herbs in his backpack, and his attempts at amulets, so there was plenty of magic in there, even if it wasn't anything unusual. Except this particular magic was alien and, well, magical, not shamanic. The young man stood up sharply from the cloak under his ass and carefully pulled out a small pale gray clip from the bottom of his backpack, a bone clip, which appeared to be there. It could have been planted while he was eating in the common room, for example, the summoned spirit defender wouldn't let him steal anything from his possessions, paralyzing his limbs, but to plant it... that was another matter. that's another matter.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 14:59

Mistake. Stepan knew about these stories with Earth law enforcers, who could (and did!) plant some forbidden goods and then use them. Why shouldn't such practice flourish here, eh, earthling? It's still good that they planted some incomprehensible crap, and not three children's skulls and a virgin's heart extract to stop and inspect at the gate. The other thing is that when one looks closely at this plate, the main purpose of this thing, its sole property of targeting, becomes apparent. This plate, a properly processed piece of the tibia, was the so-called “little brother”, while the base of the bone, was the “older”. And the older bone could always point at the younger one, point and barely illuminate the target through the masking barriers.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 15:03

Stepan felt a little uncomfortable, and to be honest, a little scared, and to add to the fear was a crazy amount of anger, almost rabid. Why the hell wherever he went they were trying to kill him, steal from him, or slip him a beacon for a purpose that was definitely not good? Is he the most beautiful to be always the last one? The habitual way of character from normal life said that now it was necessary to throw away this plate and go into the night, having planted a spirit in himself to walk a greater distance, and let them look for the dropped beacon. The old and carefully controlled, and sometimes fed, inner meanness told him to prepare a trap and let them fall into some magic mine. He has that ball with half a hundred hungry leeches. It was so shielded, that on the same gate, also enchanted to scan, nothing gave away this toy. Surprise for the pursuers! And another part, belonging not to Stepan, but to Pann, the shaman, full of righteous anger, suggested to create a trap, of course, but also not to go far away, to nail the probable pursuer and to bury him immediately, on this very clearing.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 15:08

Somehow resisting this part of him was especially difficult.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.24 в 15:09