Настучать в бубен / Hit the tambourine: Глава 19-5

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Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 10:26

A huge and brutal man in a biker outfit, armed with all sorts of firearms, desperately fights off a magical girl who uses anime magic, shoots hearts from a wand, and gives out pantsushot after pantsushot. But the hearts tear the walls as if they were made of paper, and a couple of civilians who didn't have time to run away were smeared in bloody mincemeat. The man responds to the magical barriers with a machine gun, and in response to the hearts, he throws grenades, both live and smoke grenades, and blinding grenades. He contrasted the unnatural strength and power of the girl's body with his pumped-up muscles and high-quality body armor. For a moment, the distance of the battle shrinks. The magical girl in an unnaturally clean uniform brings the distance closer, which is fatal for a mere human. He looks with hatred at the spawn of Hell, whose revealing uniform and skin sucks up drops of blood, entrails, and bone crumbs that fall on it.

Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 15:01

The creature rushes towards the target, its magic wand shining in its hands, from which a stream of bright pink flame bursts, and the flame reaches its target, but only at the very edge. The man is heavy, slowly, as against the magical girl, but surprisingly in time manages to roll aside, throwing the machine gun in front of him, covering himself with it from the pink flame, and himself fires a shotgun at point-blank range. The machine gun fell to the ground with scarlet drops, but those drops were much less than the metal that was destroyed without any material residue at all, the gorgeous beard of the beastly and scary bulky man was burned together with part of the skin of his face, his body was also damaged, but he survived. And the magical girl received a shotgun blast to the belly and lost a bit of maneuverability. Enough that the man, screaming with pain and hatred in equal mixture, discharged and hit her with the rest of the charges in his shotgun, knocking shreds of flesh and blood, unnaturally bright and multicolored, from the fragile girl's body.

Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 15:02

So he was found, sitting and barely breathing next to the disfigured corpse of a child, still clutching the barrel of a battered shotgun, with the butt of which he was beating the magical girl. People immediately began to help him, helping the winner and hero, who saved a huge number of lives, destroying the infernal spawn, devoid of pity, conscience, and compassion living on the lives and suffering of ordinary people. He is taken to the hospital, treated by the best doctors and surgeons, and then, after months of rehabilitation, awards, interviews, and ceremonies, he stands in a deserted cemetery and silently drinks expensive whiskey from his throat, drinking it like water, looking at the graves of his friends who did not survive that battle, despite the full power of modern weapons and the thirst for revenge. No tears, scanty and masculine, flowed down his face, disfigured even after all the plastic surgeons' operations, but the sadness in his eyes was unbelievable.

Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 15:05

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Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 10:27

The incredibly satisfied namesake of Stepan, still as fat, but now at least a little pumped up muscles under that fat, washed and removed pimples from his face, makes love with two elven women at once, and twins at that. However, this love is very peculiar, expressing itself in the fact that the elven girls stick their feet in his face, and sit on the face of the holy and mighty hero-demon-fighter, only occasionally allowing him to get pleasure from their touches. They also talk, comment, and assert how nice it is to meet a young man, especially one so powerful and distinguished, a true hero who appreciates elven beauty and majesty, knows his place, and will do as the highborn maidens command him. But now they are ordered to kiss their feet and bring down human semen, dreaming and wishing, not daring even to hope, but secretly longing for their gracious permission to caress them. And they gave caresses generously, even the appearance of their victim did not interfere, for they were both professional seductresses, who had experienced more than their fair share, and they also saw the incredibly powerful aura of their helpless and trance-stricken victim, and this power was no worse than a couple of liters of alchemical aphrodisiac.

Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 15:10

The same two elven women a little later, reporting to their queen, saying that the operation was successful and the necessary tabs in the mind of the human demon fighter were installed. He agreed that it was on the elven front that his presence was most important. It is them that he should help the very first, all for the sake of elven feet, for the sake of their sublime beauty. To be fair that is indeed true, no deception. The situation is heaviest precisely on their side of the fight. It is here that demons, rushing to the eternal souls, throw the best of their trump cards into battle, but the damned intrigues and politics are such that the human states that have tasted victory will only be happy if the elves are chewed harder, weakened again and again, forced to beg and plead, rather than demand according to the alliance agreement. That is why it was necessary to use those methods, which even the widowed queen and her agents dislike to the extreme. The young man, gifted with impossible, unreal powers, had indeed saved them all, and she, a hardened schemer with thousands of years of experience, still felt a certain itch where her conscience should be, that she had done just that to the selfless hero who had saved them all.

Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 15:14

Neither mentalism, love magic, nor any other type of influence on a mortal saint's mind would work. Even his passive defenses were too strong, allowing him to break and destroy cursed relics with his bare hands. But there was one potion that this branch of the eternal folk had gotten from the times they had spent outside of this world. This potion, which had never been used before, was ancient, but it could break through even such a powerful defense with love charms and submission to passion. Despite heavy pressure from a few advisors, most of the noble houses and their hierarchs voted not to do anything truly dangerous and completely reshaped the hero's will. Some were constrained by caution and fear of retaliation in the event of a breakdown, some were afraid that if they enslaved the young man completely, he would lose his incredible powers, and some were, deep down, truly grateful.

Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 21:28

They limited themselves to exactly what they limited themselves to. A path trampled into the mind, an opportunity to influence it with such natural passion and desire, an opportunity to convince in something, especially if the victim was already in doubt and ready to take the conviction on faith, especially if the request was voiced after a night of passionate languor in the best traditions of submission of the younger races to the older races. The Queen was genuinely pleased with the outcome right up until the moment when a pale and shaking her first aide stated that the alchemists had analyzed the single drop of potion they had taken from the vial, hoping to recreate several more portions of such a powerful and valuable remedy. And they gave an unequivocal verdict that approximately three thousand years ago someone removed all this potion, replacing the contents of the bottle with simple spring water. The queen felt sick, but she felt even worse when a pale and nearly fainting second assistant in the company of a riding diplomat announced that the Great Hero of Demonfighting Stepauron Greatest and Most Magnificent was requesting an audience with her.

Camrad_RIP 24.11.24 в 16:22

With a quiet sob, the fainted head of the Secret Guard and her assistant, who oversees all operations involving seduction and love magic, settle to the ground.

Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 15:36

The two agent twins want to faint beside them as they synchronously recall the power hidden in the aura of their target of operational development. They remember the records that showed what this young man had done against an entire elite army.

Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 15:36

A few seconds later two more unconscious bodies are lying on the marble floor.

Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 15:06

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Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 10:27

A bright and rather cozily furnished room, though obviously not rich in furnishings, but at the same time causing extremely positive emotions from being in it. On the neatly made bed sits and smiles a beautiful and extremely seductive woman in an obvious peasant, not urban dress and with huge juicy sweet slippery peasant tits, which she is right now moderately rubbing with some oil, slowly and measured movements making them shine. Her dress is pulled down, revealing her shoulders and big juicy sweet slippery peasant but otherwise remains very chaste, hiding underneath her delightfully tight pussy, incredibly soft and tasty buttocks, and neat, quite uncharacteristically well-groomed legs as for a peasant girl. She has a sunny and sweet smile on her face, and this smile does not fit with her occupation at all. This is how one smiles at a conversation partner, favorite nephew, or just a good acquaintance, but certainly not while rubbing oil on her big juicy sweet slippery peasant tits.

Camrad_RIP 24.11.24 в 19:16

Pirius recognizable even in his dreams is sitting opposite the bed with his back against the wall and his mouth open in admiration. He watches the movements of the smiling and silent peasant rubbing and rubbing oil on her massive juicy sweet slippery peasant tits, while another person is talking and asking questions. A miniature and also very beautiful girl, who looks like she just recently got out of her teens. She sits in a soft, old, and shabby armchair, hugging her knees with her hands and looking extremely annoyed yet cute. Not even the small and neat horns, the thin tail with a thickening at the end, and the strange, unnatural eyes with cross-shaped pupils, now tired and as if faded, temporarily lost the impossible depth of their gaze. She asks the man soiling his linen from sight for the third time about what interests her, and with each repetition, she gets more and more irritated. She doesn't look so nice anymore, and she doesn't look harmless either.

Camrad_RIP 24.11.24 в 19:26

After listening to all the details, checking them thoroughly, and ensuring she hadn't missed anything, she sent the man away, letting him clean his clothes with a pre-prepared piece of cloth. She just sits there for a few minutes in absolute stillness, staring at herself with immovable eyes. In the end, she still does not keep the mask of absolute calm and the sharp, whipping movement of her tail gives away the moral turmoil of the one who was thrown back three steps away from success. Well, five at the most. And there is no way of knowing if the target of her game is still alive or if it's time to give up hope and choose a new one. In the end, she takes control of herself, only saying in her melodious and tinkling voice:

Camrad_RIP 24.11.24 в 19:29

"Yeah, yeah, screw me."

Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 15:57

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Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 10:27

Stepan, the one who sleeps, not his namesake, is walking along a dark and unlit corridor, which seems to exist in several directions and places at once, gradually approaching the desired goal. A moment later, he is in a small and cozily furnished stoning room deep underground, right under some very well-fortified palace. Some time later, the young man sends a whole host of spirits, which are learned and honed to connect to the long-studied defense systems, deceiving them, slipping further and further into the most forbidden areas of the dwelling. For example, in the bedroom of the lover and favorite of the heir to the ducal family de Mont Ros, which is characterized by a marvelous beauty, malleable character, amazing charisma, sharp ears, as well as a private cemetery, which would be enough to populate several towns.

Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 16:01

The shaman does not often take on system quests with auto-divine bias, but now he has to compromise his pride because this quest is not only the System but also quite real, given to him by a real inhabitant of the real world. And he, every day getting closer and closer to his goal, the same hit-and-miss-system, like himself, urgently needs the information hidden in the head of this nice and soundly sleeping elf. In fact, he didn't give a shit about the money and reagents, which were promised for the work to the anonymous master, - who was surely considered to be Master - representatives of the anti-elven political party of the ducal family. Moreover, he was not going to come for the reward, already knowing in advance who, how, and by what means was going to throw him or put him on the hook, or at least learn more and use the information to his advantage. He had taken that task only because he was almost sure that the elves knew about the order and guaranteed that they were watching the neighborhood, waiting for the visit of the hired mentalist.

Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 16:03

The elves are waiting for this mentalist's visit to Lady Mistrael. She is being used as bait, while the main goal of the one who has been looking for the way to this goal for a week is the beloved wife of August de Mont Ros, the honorable and respected Lady Turiel. She supervised the operation. She was even summoned from her vacation in the native forests and sent back to where Stepan could reach her. And she had in her head exactly what Stepan had gotten into this shit for - information, the most valuable product in the universe. But the elves, several groups of them actually permanently located in Morgrave, shifting to new ones, the central headquarters of their illegal agents was located in the best brothel in the city, which was the best evidence of their ability to organize their lives beautifully, had underestimated the specialist hired by the anti-elves party. They knew for sure he was no Master, just as they did not realize the presence in the world of one more extra bearer of the System, that is, excuse me, the Tablet of the Soul.

Camrad_RIP 24.11.24 в 19:58

To be fair, he did not feel the slightest sympathy for Lady Mistrael, for this poisonous snake, successfully training her “lover” with minimal help of magic and the broadest skills of psychological processing without magic was a poisonous flower. And she drank so much "blood" including literal elimination with her own hands from the opponents of the pro-Elven party that he even understood why these scum ghouls disliked her so much. On their background, they are really ghouls next to the ancient bloodsucker. And ghouls are not even very old. All the old ones were killed. Someone was framed, eliminated by other human's hands, cursed, or bewitched to a specially treated exotic concubine half-witch with a quarter of human and a quarter of ogre blood proceeded by masters of beauty. The public reputation of a great opponent of all non-human things, which was freely available footage of an illusory recording of him having fun with a concubine who tried on a strapon, was destroyed anyway. Among like-minded people, that's for sure. However, he never got rid of the “slave”.

Camrad_RIP 24.11.24 в 19:45

Stepan is not sure yet whether he will fulfill the quest from Autogoddess, making the agentess flare up true feelings for the object of development, at the same time awakening her pathological passion to use hypnotic and love charms on her real lover. But he is sure he will get into the head of her boss. Not today, not this week, but by the end of next month for sure, and there, maybe, he will get answers to some of the questions he has been collecting for so long. He had started looking for those answers not so long ago, and he could only find them from those who knew more than others, and hell, there were no bastards in the world more informed about anything and everything than the inhabitants of the great forests with long ears and even longer lives.

Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 16:07

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Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 10:27

A beautiful ancient and lush city, inhabited not by people at all, moreover, Stepan's sleeping mind could not identify the species of humanoids inhabiting this place. They looked as if some kind of aliens from Star Wars had been relocated to the fantasy world, and they had adapted well to the new conditions. Tall, thin, gray-skinned, with slightly elongated skulls, big eyes, and neat faces, they were even beautiful and certainly graceful. They were also full of magic, neutral-colored magic, mostly of the healing kind, which permeated them, the city, and the air around them, filling them with the power of primordial life. The strange and unfamiliar architecture, with its shades of South American aboriginal culture, formed an enchanting picture of something at once majestic, but at the same time disturbing the heart with the warmest feelings.

Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 21:32

The image-dream of the sleeping shaman moves closer and closer to the city diving into vast, far more extensive than the above-ground part, underground halls, richly decorated, covered equally with elegant patterns and patterns of magic, passing into each other. The vision of the dream leads the consciousness of the beholder along these corridors, halls, laboratories, workshops, and living complexes, leading to a vast room, a room solemn and working at the same time, where the inhabitants of the city are engaged in the summoning of that which lives beyond. During some ritual, something goes wrong, the stable vortex of the portal-fracture moves, twitches, and tears, as if something is holding it together on the other side. The ruler, the supreme magician, full of power and might, the Owner of Life and the Ruler of Life, gives order and as a participant in the ritual acts in advance, cuts the connection, dampens the fluctuations of space, and stabilizes reality.

Camrad_RIP 26.11.24 в 13:03

The strange humanoids act like a single organism, using a long-honed methodology to stop the ritual that had gone awry and prevent a catastrophe. This is not their first or hundredth failure, but they have also known many successes, so no one worries, no one panics, everyone knows his job. But they should have been worried, they should have panicked, they should have checked each other a little more carefully. A small mistake on the part of one, lack of insurance on the part of the other, and weak control on the part of the third led to a sad result. Something small, insignificant, completely invisible to scanning charms due to its weakness, slips through all defenses and barriers. It is the size of a speck of dust, invisible in the complete sterility of the ritual hall. It carries almost no power, only the germ of a strange and unnatural life. A life that has come to this world from a place where no one dies because they are too afraid to live, where the very concept of life exists beyond the concept of death. A barely perceptible speck of dust, an egg, the embryo and zygote of something greater, falls on the high collar of a mantle enchanted to the last thread, worn on the shoulders of a concentrating woman standing to the left of the supreme ruler and sorcerer of this city.

Camrad_RIP 26.11.24 в 13:06

A germ from which invisibly, slowly, hiding in the natural background of the enchanted garment, sprouts a slender one, thinner than a hair, thinner than a thread of a spider's web, thinner than thoughts, feelings, and magical weaves...

Camrad_RIP 26.11.24 в 13:07

worm

Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 21:30

The frame changes. Here is the same magician, already stripped of her robe and most of her other clothes, riding some of her colleagues, getting unreal pleasure. The frames change and the lovers change, sometimes in the thoughts of the magician, whose strength is even growing a little, though barely, but extremely fast for simple training. There are suspicions that she is weird, too promiscuous, and these mood swings and strange dreams. The frames change. More and more often she makes love not in her chambers, but wherever she has to, wherever the incredible need, the natural need that flares up with narcotic withdrawal forcing her to take off her toga. In a corner corridor, in a warehouse filled with reagents, on a laboratory table. Frames change. Sometimes her partners are frankly perplexed by the behavior of the lover, sometimes directly refusing, especially in such conditions, dirty and fast but such a strong healer has no difficulty to induce the victim to intimacy, to artificially disperse excitement and collusion.

Camrad_RIP 26.11.24 в 13:13

The shots change and gradually the lasciviousness and licentiousness of the orgy grows. More and more often her colleagues, mostly those with whom she had managed to get laid, are themselves fucking around the nearest corner, but no one seems to care, and if they do, they stop caring. At the same time, both the magician and the others are lush with life and beauty. Their bodies emanate an impossibly tantalizing odor. They seem to turn into perfect machines of seduction, created on the basis of a bunch of pheromones, healing, changes in the biology of the body, and probably something else. The scenes change and here the magician forcefully kisses the new assistant, who obviously sees that in this place, in the whole department of the research institute, something is definitely wrong. But his resistance is quickly weakening and here he relaxingly allows the boss to do anything. She before quenching the desires of the body, mechanically and aloofly kisses him, deeply, with the tongue, continuously and greedily, for at least half an hour. A new shot and here he and she are already two of them knocking up some other enchantress from the subordinates of the boss while the husband and lover of that one bang into the mouth of another colleague, right at the workplace, forgetting some important experiment.

Camrad_RIP 26.11.24 в 13:18

New scene. The chief woman who has entered the toilet is shitting an unnaturally abundant amount of shit, and then, having already stood up and flushed after herself, she abruptly experiences a strange attack of nausea, leaning over the sink and starting to vomit, it even seems to her for a moment that in the viscous black mass something is moving, almost like...

Camrad_RIP 27.11.24 в 17:07

worms

Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 21:30

...but she refuses to notice it, rinsing the vomit away with a stream of water, sending it down the drain, forgetting about it even faster than she leaves the bathroom, not knowing that in the neighboring apartment a minute earlier the same trouble had happened to a trio of servants, their boss and her eldest son, who was also another personal adjutant and a walking phallus of the smiling enchantress. Images change, images merge, more and more in the corridors and streets of the city sex, stupid and meaningless intercourse with each other, more and more shit and vomit, vomit and fecal masses in the corners of different corridors, more and more strange taste of seemingly perfectly purified water from the plumbing system, more and more different shades in the food, more and more rare are normal magical experiments, more and more often they are replaced by stupid and animal orgies, less and less their participants speak, even outside these rooms and corridors, using separate and general phrases, as if they do not need to speak, as if instead of thoughts and words in their heads have been moving for a long time...

Camrad_RIP 27.11.24 в 18:02

worms

Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 21:30

A new shot and images show a huge and vile orgy devolving into conflict - over and inside bodies crawling, moving numerous...

Camrad_RIP 27.11.24 в 18:05

worms

Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 21:30

...members of the ancient magical race are trying to fight back, but there is too much other, alien magic in all of them, their resistance is weakening, and they are slowly being drawn into the unbridled abomination that has fallen into the streets of the city, taking to themselves the last of those who still resist. But there is little resistance, for what has long been sleeping in the bodies of almost every inhabitant, magician or not, what was drunk with water, taken with food, taken with kisses and hugs, is no longer hidden, weakens, breaks the will, takes away the mind, memory, and magic, there is no longer a city, only piles of intercourse bodies, only rivers of vomit and filth, in which continue to swarm new and new...

Camrad_RIP 27.11.24 в 18:05

worms

Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 14:53

In the very ritual hall where it all began, it all ends, lured to this place by the promise of a hot body and caresses the dim-witted High Magician has long carried within him all that his assistant has. He cannot resist. He grows weaker and weaker as the former and current mistress riding him empties her stomach and intestines on him. There is no foulness to be seen in this vile moving mass, only the black slime-covered whitish bodies of a continuously moving living carpet that enters flesh as easily as water. The vestiges of pretense are dropped, the bodies of women and men mutating rapidly, retaining some excruciatingly painful mixture of outward attractiveness and inward repulsiveness. Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere - on the floor, on the walls, on the ceiling, in the stone walls, and even in the air are moving, writhing streams of creatures, all as one, large and small, all united, and only they rule here now, only...

Camrad_RIP 27.11.24 в 18:07

worms

Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 14:53

The mage almost merges with his mistress. They are almost hidden by a pile of moving whitish organisms, not just alive, but too alive, embodying one of the most obscene aspects of life, but by some remnants of consciousness, he manages to strike the last blow. They merge into one, and he disintegrates into the same pile of parasites, pouring back into the perfectly beautiful and disgustingly horrible body that has grown a meter and a half, pouring streams of parasites into all its cracks and holes, creating new ones, which immediately heal and tighten, becoming one. And bringing his last will with him, for he, the One who knew Life, becoming a part of the whole, becoming one with everything and everyone, gave his last command, and that which replaces the mind of the something that came into the world did not recognize this impact. And expansion didn't happen. What happened was entrenchment. The entity lost the ability to escape beyond the city walls, instead becoming even more closely associated with this world, no longer being a stranger to it, gaining a certain residence and rights. And the city continued to exist, only now it was ruled only by...

Camrad_RIP 27.11.24 в 18:12

worms

Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 14:53

The scenes change again, rewinding in fast-forward. The magically reinforced stones are overgrown with vines. The unbreakable tunnels covered with a moving carpet from the inside go underground. The creature's power over reality grows stronger and stronger. A huge net dome, cauldron, and cover grows up, covering a piece of the rapidly savaging jungle, from which the remnants of those who lived in the city have managed to get away. Deprived of the best mages and warriors, and access to untouched warehouses and magical laboratories, libraries, and treasuries, they are quickly erased from the pages of history, lost in these inhospitable lands without a trace. And the city stands, the city waits, goes deeper and deeper underground, the area of the network grows and widens, little by little, a centimeter a week or a month, but it grows. One side of the network beckons and calls, promises, and entices. The second side does not let out those who believed the first, and between them crawl spiritual and energetic images that infect those who pass through the network with what lives in the city, infect and call to join the common chorus, to let themselves in....

Camrad_RIP 27.11.24 в 18:14

worms

Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 14:53

Years and centuries go by. The source becomes more and more fused with the creature that cannot leave it. This something finds contact with a powerful spirit not afraid of this contact. It also wants a part of this gradually growing power. It does not believe the new queen of this city. It believes she desires him too, that she is able to attach him to her, despite the fact that the spirit is immaterial. The spirit is entirely right, but he is clever, he is cautious, and he manages to get his way, to achieve an alliance, albeit unequal, but safe. With a jerk, the expanded territory covers some more tropics, feeds the city with new bodies, and then, centuries and centuries later, the same is repeated with the third source. The city stands, the city waits and there waits it's.....

Camrad_RIP 26.11.24 в 10:38

wormy

Camrad_RIP 26.11.24 в 10:38

...Queen, promising a part of herself to all who can hear. She is beautiful and kind, she will give all that you desire, share the wisdom of a race of mighty sorcerers who have passed into oblivion, knowledge beyond the reach of mortal minds, coming from beyond the edge of all that we know. It does not matter in reality or in a dream, nothing matters, only her beauty and kindness, only the willingness to agree, the willingness to reach out to her, to take her hand, to take her hand, perfect and beautiful, made up of thousands and thousands of individual particles, organisms unable to die but so willing to live. It is only necessary to accept it, great and omnipotent, ideal and inviolable, eternally giving birth and being devoured, to accept it completely, to accept it to the end, to give it thoughts and feelings, memory and will. For the mere touch of her, the price is ridiculously low. Just to accept it, just to touch it and wake up once and for all, never needing to sleep again, just to let it bestow itself...

Camrad_RIP 26.11.24 в 10:43

with worms

Camrad_RIP 26.11.24 в 10:43

Stepan looks, as if from the outside, like a specially prepared dreamer spirit, who took his, Stepan's, appearance, thoughts, will, and consciousness, for a moment became him, to give in to the shaman's dream call of the ancient and terrible past, replaced by no less nightmarish present. There was nothing left of the spirit at all. It was completely absorbed, and Stepan, even in his sleep able to call, quickly broke and canceled in emergency mode the necessary contracts, or else this crap would follow on the appropriate connection. Hardly, it's even overkill for this kind of crap, but little else? This affliction unequivocally ignores some of the world's usual magical constants due to its triple nature - both matter, spirit, and magic, but none of those things separately. Sleeping in this place, it seems, should also be done very carefully and in short bursts, and with such protection that it should not let the crap into real rather than fake dreams.

Camrad_RIP 26.11.24 в 10:55