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Chapter 20-5

Camrad_RIP 03.03.25 в 17:43

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Camrad_RIP 03.03.25 в 17:43

Stepan smiled weakly as he set the last fragment on the right point, finishing assembling and customizing the puppet. One of the most difficult he had ever performed. This time the Autogoddess quest had given him the materials he needed, but not in a partially assembled form. Only materials. He had to prepare them properly and assemble the doll himself, and the doll was not simple. The prototype of the image of the envolt was a snake girl, so it was a lot of trouble with the flexible parts of the tail. It was possible, of course, just mold a complete structure, but the conditions of the quest did not give the path of least resistance, so I had to assemble a kind of constructor, partially even movable. He had seen something similar on Earth, in souvenir stores, where they sold wooden snakes made of many partially joined segments.

Camrad_RIP 08.03.25 в 19:35

Having finished assembling the puppet, he moved on to the final process. He tuned it to a drop of blood inserted in the center of the body of the snake-girl with hypnotic eyes and no conscience, and then created a bridge and reflection. The first beat went as if by notes. It was hard not to feel the full blood, properly processed and strengthened, it is not a couple of hairs or only auric casts of low accuracy. Stepan moved methodically and quite unhurriedly to the second chord, as if he were a snake coiling itself into rings before a throw. The second chord was also played without any problems. A couple of spirits resonance-enhancing subtle bodies had been summoned by him in advance. They are not so much helping to tune the puppet to the snake as removing interference in the world of Spheres. They were at a considerable distance from each other, and even envolt magic, which is the least weak from long distances, was negatively affected by such a distance.

Camrad_RIP 08.03.25 в 19:39

The jerk of the spiritual body and the increase in resonance, followed by a more substantial impulse, establishing contact and, more importantly, stabilising it so that the victim didn't even suspect danger, didn't feel something was wrong with the spiritual body. Judging by the fact that the quest didn't fail, she didn't feel it. What happened next was no longer important. Little by little the doll, long, almost as long as her elbow if the tail was vertically extended, was acquiring the auric features of the recipient. Stepan had no intention of using his labour for anything vulgar. He just didn't see the point, not at this distance. He ordered to freeze, scratch the nose, parody the sound of some bird, to fall asleep and wake up instantly, to freeze and lose his thoughts, and to take all of the above as the norm and not pay attention to what was happening. Finished after about two hours, having done a little bit of poking around in the victim's memory. Although the connection was still failing, even with amplification from spirits, territory control, and totem base. That's a lot of kilometres of distance, a lot.

Camrad_RIP 09.03.25 в 12:49

There was very little of interest in Seyshassasssss's head. She had spent most of her life in the jungle, hunting and gathering things, reagents mostly. Not just a hunter but a trusted hunter of one of the Mothers, still limited and not consciously going to get out of her limitedness. Yes, it was interesting to learn from her more about the matriarchs of the serpentfolk society, who were closer to other giants in size and not lacking in magical power at all. Some of these ladies-mothers could obviously turn another master's brains into a tube with one look or one melody of a rattle on the tip of the tail. There were those among them comparable to magisters in strength, especially in their native jungles, where they could act very stealthily and from extreme distances.

Camrad_RIP 09.03.25 в 12:53

The caravan is going along the green hell. In the distance, on the edge of audibility, the same rattle sounds a couple of times a day, inaudible to the ear and elusive magically, hiding in the usual fluctuations of the background. It sounds and sounds, nothing special, except for the fact that after a couple of weeks the caravan just disappears, and the tribe of snakes has new slaves, new delicacies, though not all of them ate reasonable people, and new males, which can fertilize a clutch. Yes, yes, not in ordinary conditions, but with the use of a special type of witchcraft and a ritual of preparation it is quite possible to make a captive mage on the borderline between adept and master to cum on the clutch of Mother and thus give up forever not only part of his gift, but also part of his mind, will and brains, becoming a submissive toy for a moment of pleasure. Seyshassass was born from such a clutch, by the way, and she saw her “father” personally, though he was barely a gifted student by that time, having successfully given away all his gift to his favorite snakes.

Camrad_RIP 15.03.25 в 12:25

The shaman understood the purpose of the snake's captivity, and even regretted a little that he had kept her alive. He did not realise that her intentions were exactly that, because she did not intend to kill, harm or sell him into slavery. From her point of view, those with whom the Mothers worked stayed with them voluntarily and gave parts of themselves too, purely of their own free will. Well, in a society where the right is always the one who suppresses the opponent's will with the eyes, it can't be otherwise. Though, here is the problem. Males can't become Mothers, which is obvious. They, even if they are equal to Mothers in pure strength, usually still yield in the power of natural abilities and their bodies. And also such patriarchs make ideal Fathers so usually outstanding males quickly get brainwashed and then happily decide to pour themselves into strong offspring, while Mothers continue to rule.

Camrad_RIP 09.03.25 в 12:58

Many of those Mothers cultivate their competitors. For them it has become a kind of tradition and a sporting competition. To let a talented and very young male learn that he is being prepared to be a father, which are still called by a funny term, the closest analogue of which, when translated into human language, would be ‘happy giver’, to let him think that he has learned about these plans himself, to cultivate in him a thirst for struggle and power, to pretend that you do not understand why he so diligently seeks strength and skill, on the contrary, bringing him closer. So that at the end he would still pour himself into the clutch voluntarily, considering it his victory, seeing in distorted dreams how he outwitted and deceived the treacherous Mother, seeing so clearly that he did not even notice how every month he was getting weaker until he became a concubine deprived of the gift, still living in the Mother's cave as a servant or a toy, which is very rarely allowed to the body of the ruler of the snake tribe. From this knowledge and memories, the shaman learnt several descriptions of such rituals, extremely tied to the connection with the jungle, as well as racial peculiarities of the aura and spirit of snake folk.

Camrad_RIP 15.03.25 в 12:29

And also his victim did not know and had not heard about the fact that the male father-surrenderers managed at least once to defeat and kill, or even to subdue the mother.... so clearly she had not heard that it was suspected that these rare cases of victories were carefully hushed up or erased from memory. And the successful killers, fugitives or even subjugators were either killed by the matriarchal ladies or forced to flee very far and very fast, who knows? The jungle holds many secrets, there were few ways to find out exactly what was going on there, lurking in the bubbling cauldron of green hell.

Camrad_RIP 15.03.25 в 14:03

Seyshassasssss' entire life, aside from hunting and extracting rare reagents, consisted of either fighting for dominance, dominance itself, or being under someone's spell. The Autogoddess would definitely appreciate such a society, perhaps even taking it under her patronage. Alas, the snake gods were hardly worshipped, unless you counted the Life Giver, Shera was right, they prayed to her everywhere, preferring more primitive beliefs and practices of unity with the world. Thus it could well be considered that they worship the jungle as such, as a biome and their own home. By the way, she, as well as her tribe, did not know much about the Queen, they only knew that somewhere there, in that direction, very far away, there was a place where one should not go, and it would be physically impossible to get out.

Camrad_RIP 15.03.25 в 14:04

When he had finished checking the snake's memory, he moved on to the second, almost finished part of the work required by the quest. On a small pedestal stood an equally small copper circle framing a portrait of a snake named Seyshassasssss crawling through the jungle. The painting was the size of a large dish tray. It was as magical as a doll, and through this piece of art one could peek at the target, and see what was happening to her at that very moment. Not only to peep, but also to do it absolutely imperceptibly, even for exotic defences, if the most stubborn paranoia or something absolutely incomprehensible and therefore having no adequate countermeasures was not counted. Peeping and, if you were lucky, to influence, not on the snake itself, the doll would be enough for it, but on those near it.

Camrad_RIP 15.03.25 в 14:06

He could get aura indicators, cast a subtle and weak compulsion, curse, or place a tracking mark. There were countless options, all of which could be useful. He could introduce a similar functionality to that of a doll into the painting, but a doll was much more practical and easier to handle when it was already finished. Yes, through the portrait you can, for example, gradually change the appearance or through the markers of that appearance to influence the consciousness - to add to the modest nun make-up of a prostitute, stupid expression and tits of the DD size, and the original will become promiscuous, lustful, stupid and prostitution-prone individual. But it is better to use dolls for reliable and variable control, while portraits and statues are already about very gradual and even more imperceptible influence of the highest level - no matter protective, health-improving or brainwashing, although it is not so difficult to combine. The hardest thing is to ensure that the portrait is able to represent all those and everything that will be near the snake, in the zone of control and natural sensitivity of her spirit. She, thus, as if became the antenna of a radio radar, and the radar was the portrait itself and the array of totems, while the shaman acted as a radio operator.

Camrad_RIP 15.03.25 в 14:10

The portrait took much longer than the doll. Because the young man could not paint very well, he had to instill in himself a spirit-print, a shadow of an “unrecognized but talented artist” dangerously close to the undead, not a specific one, but an image of such, in order to give him control over the hands that had taken the brush enchanted to the last lint. Then he had to put a reserve in every drop of paint, to correct minor inconsistencies with magic, and still struggle with the paint, adding blood of the main target. This is a kind of spy camera which can be immersed in sleep mode, but is not very useful to him. He wouldn't mind influencing some of the Mothers near Seyshassasss through such a window, there are specific ladies and society there. But it wasn't his business, and it wasn't his war, not to mention the fact that he'd be a fool to influence such a thing at all.

Camrad_RIP 16.03.25 в 13:50

The assignment was not immediately accepted by the Ыystem. He spent several more hours, until the evening, double-checking all the nodes and thin places, making sure that his products would not deteriorate, would not suffer from time, would not lose their properties from being in preservation and would not lose synchronization of communication with the reflections. In the end he finished when it was already dark and there was no possibility to go for a walk around the city, even under the illusion. That is, maybe some pretty cute juicy peasant girl with sweet slippery greased peasant tits would wait for him, but it was much more likely to meet a patrol of guards or a team of night brothers, catching lingering passers-by and their subsequent sale to whomever needed. Well, the more time to accept the reward for completing the assignment.

Camrad_RIP 16.03.25 в 13:52

They promised him an immediate upgrade to the advanced base of one of the specialized knowledge for the Envolt branch, as well as a random meta-skill from those not yet revealed, either common or rare, and an elite token on top of that. Not a lot, especially considering the auto-divinity of the assignment. That would definitely tweak the tokens given out. But he also completed the assignment, which he was not against performing, returning the insidious snake for her deeds, which she pulled in the address of the earthling. Again, if not all, then a lot of knowledge of the Envolt branch is aimed at working with the mind and will of the target-mirror in one way or another, but at the same time many of them are useful enough for the shaman to think of taking them himself.

Camrad_RIP 16.03.25 в 13:55

Oh, he will have too much to learn, to lie in meditation again with breaks only for the toilet.

Camrad_RIP 03.03.25 в 17:44

For the epic rescue of Tahira, he was not even given a deed, not even an act. It was understandable, though. The task was definitely not up to his level, even though he'd been cleaning up loose ends and all those who'd seen her in her altered state for some time while Tahira was recovering in the “rented” house. He cleared her memory a bit, removing the most traumatic moments and allowing her to get over the fact that she had been repeatedly and regularly raped in especially perverted ways. A couple of individuals had a real accident. Especially happy for Chablai, son of Ablai, nicknamed Mud. He was firmly tied to the river and the land slavecatchers. This man is suffering - or enjoying? - his overweight. He had gone to the latrine and drowned there during a walk before going to bed.

Camrad_RIP 16.03.25 в 14:04

The asshole had a normal toilet in the house with magical heating, air freshening and gnome-type sewerage, but he had a sudden seizure in the place where there was only a toilet for servants. So he had to order the guards, swearing and cursing, not to let anyone in until he relieved himself. And then just the spirit of decay with the witch's curse on the rottenness of the boards, and on top of that the witch's and the shaman's simultaneous silencing of sounds, done through another spell and another call, respectively. The guards neither heard nor saw anything suspicious, and waited a good half hour before asking if their master was all right. He could sit in the latrine for an hour before, Chablai's stomach was weak after a couple of drops of poison spiked by his beloved late brother. By the time the alarm was sounded, he had already started to cool down, and the guards were trying on a wooden raincoat. They would be the ones to blame for the boss's death. If the shaman is not mistaken, they would decide to go on the run almost immediately, even before they had organized themselves. He almost expected to see them at the same gate as Tahira, leaving the city with her.

Camrad_RIP 16.03.25 в 14:07

A couple more individuals had to arrange a mutual poisoning with shitty alcohol. The two thugs, who had access to Tahira's body as well, who knew perfectly well who she was, liked to save money on booze. Stepan helped them to realize the wrongness of their way and the danger of counterfeit alcohol with a lot of fusel oils. This time he did it purely by spirit, a curse of a similar type would have left traces, but he cleaned up the spirit's actions, so that the two freaks had not just a shitty brogue, but a real toxic booze until the liver precipitated and the pancreas came out of the chat room. The former financier of the boss who drowned in the toilet, when he found out that his boss was all dead and gone, said “fuck it,” said “fuck it,” packed his things, opened the safe with the commonwealth with a copy of the key-amulet made long ago and run off into the sunset before the panicked guys could come to their senses and even before the mansion of Mark the Reed, formerly de Vasek, burst into flames.

Camrad_RIP 16.03.25 в 14:11

Already in the empty and dark streets of the city, the paving stones split under the feet of the fugitive who was running to a familiar stable where he had a horse and a set of things for a long journey, turning into a pit five meters deep. He fell into it with all his gold. Then the walls of the pit, like the mouth of a sandy worm grinded body. Then it came back, even putting the stones in the same order. And since the man's body was now buried under the crossroads, many standards and not-so-standard search rituals would fail wildly, and all the seekers who were familiar with the subject would take it as a sign that the fugitive rat had skillfully covered himself from the search. Stepan amplified the echo of the crossroads, and the traces of his intervention were covered and erased, just to be on the safe side. By the moment Tahira, covered by the illusion, left Klyuchevoy, there were no living witnesses to the fact that she had not been finished off with Lesch's team. The shaman did not like what had been done to a pretty girl, whom he could well call not an ex-girlfriend, but just a good acquaintance.

Camrad_RIP 17.03.25 в 19:19

Comparing this task to how he'd cleaned up the Krellb network, it was a lot easier. A dozen levels of difference and a lot of labor to get those levels, and it was not about the levels, but a lot of side knowledge and properties. As a reward for his good deed in the framework of cleansing the new world from very unpleasant personalities, he received only one free knowledge: “basic fundamentals of witch benefics”. Actually, the thing is quite useful, just on all sorts of enhancements and blessings focused, and not only imposed on living beings, as with Tahira, but also simply on the land or territory can hang such benefits. His witchcraft healed or restored the health of several individuals who had earned his pity and mercy by their fates and deeds, and It also played a role.

Camrad_RIP 16.03.25 в 14:16

In a bundle of synergies, the ability to put witchcraft into the spiritual entity, to enchant it for a more stable service or to strengthen some aspects has become very strong. Again, from a blessing to a spell or influence on consciousness is in fact not one step, but a quarter of that step. Strengthening health and at the same time changing the hormonal background to greater loveliness? Creation of a strong protective veil, which at the same time forces one to focus on a single goal, and even so that nothing else in the mind simply does not linger? Or maybe lifting the curse of infertility at the same time with the cause instilled such natural desire to immediately conceive a child with the one who lifted this curse? In general, the options are countless, although you can try.

Camrad_RIP 16.03.25 в 14:26

Separately, he was pleased to see the methods of getting to such calls, which do not require standard dialog or protective circles. The entity is simply imposed on the restraining and affecting the will of the witch, which will force it to act according to the will of the caster. Actually, this is how witches work with spirits, in addition to standard contracts, especially if you need a spirit for one contract, not a long-term contract. But this does not mean it is impossible to make a contract for centuries in this way. Just there will have to act more subtly, best in combination with the classic shamanic dialog.

Camrad_RIP 16.03.25 в 14:29

Having learnt this knowledge in three and a half hours, the young man finally decided to distribute his two free points for past levels into territorial magic and flow control, bringing them to advanced development. But first he wanted to finish the task with the snake and the snake puppet, and then return to the mansion and accept the new knowledge in full comfort. The only thing he couldn't decide for himself was to choose a branch for full closure, there were too many options, and there was no categorical need for something specific right now. He was reaching for individual options, and then he was pulling himself back as if he had been hit on the head with a sandal, not with a light sandal, but with a solid gold sandal.

Camrad_RIP 09.03.25 в 12:59

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Camrad_RIP 03.03.25 в 17:44

The mansion welcomed the shaman with a friendly maid who was already serving a late dinner and a very happy Sylvia in the company of Jaspera and Lemira. They had successfully closed an important deal before the deadline because the increased power of the main bloodsucker allowed them to close the order for special alchemy much earlier. The reserve was enough for longer, the blood was controlled much better, and her knowledge was connected by the threads of synergy. In general, while Stepan was huddled in his underground complex, the three were arguing about what they should ask their customer for speeding up the deadlines. The customer, sitting very high in the palace, demanded or begged to speed up the arrival of the shipment because his customers were already twisting his arms.

Camrad_RIP 17.03.25 в 18:46

Sylvia, having managed to fulfill this request, was now thinking about what to get from her customer, listening to the advice of her two older daughters. Rowena also had something to say, but her option of trying to secure the patronage of the same customer for the customer, and from the opponents of Herbert de Dantrel, was rejected because of the risk, and the angry bloodsucker went to her room, pouting like a child. The remaining ladies chose between “a lot of money” and “access to rare amulets and goods restricted to distribution”. They wanted both. They reacted to Stepan's appearance with politeness, friendliness, and even a little joy, but immediately returned to the argument. Sylvia didn't even try to order her pet to kneel and work with his tongue.

Camrad_RIP 17.03.25 в 18:49

Stepan created a passage between the small nightstand and his cave, pulled out the dolls of Rowena, Lemira, and Jasper, and then put in the necessary compulsions and went to eat. He noticed an angry and vindictive Rowena coming to her friends to punish them for not believing in her strategic scheming genius, intending to lick all three of them one by one until they all came to some sort of consensus. The other three would see her action as a perfectly normal act on Sylvia's part, punishing the insolent bitch for her disrespect. Even Rowena herself, when she gets over it, won't pay much attention to it and will consider it just an analog of friendly and instructive teasing from her parental superior. Which, by the way, is not so far from the truth, Sylvia really could express her disappointment in the chick's intelligence in this way, long before meeting with the wandering master of shamanism. But of course, usually for such a punishment, one would have had to misbehave markedly more than gently challenge the parent's point of view in that argument, where she had ordered her suggestions to be challenged, looking for alternatives.

Camrad_RIP 17.03.25 в 18:35

Some part of his consciousness demanded not to limit himself to what he had already done, to bring some vials with fragrant oils, to smear the vampires with their big pale tits, maybe even enlarging them with a token, and then to fuck, lick, fuck and kiss until his eyes went black, and the slippery tits of huge size began to come even in his dreams. But he heroically suppressed this part and went to eat something very reminiscent of okroshka according to the recipe of the cook turned out just fine. He could hardly keep himself from overeating and then feeling sick to his stomach. While eating, he looked at the gift meta-skills and tokens, both completely Milfy, just from the Chamber of Weights and Measures, and his eyebrow twitched, but he had no strength to be angry, he was probably too angry. In principle, the same meta-skill could be used against Malter, because he fit perfectly.

Camrad_RIP 17.03.25 в 18:51

The system property was called “sweet essence of passion I”, acting only on beautiful women and only for those in the same group as Stepan. If such a person swallowed a full load of his, Stepan's, seed after a long and thoughtful or a quick and passionate blowjob, she would instantly have one completely free talent point. Given how often Sylvia sucked the shaman's dick and without such a skill, this wasn't a problem at all, more of an inevitability. It worked for the shaman too, only it was not sucking, but licking. And not just a classmate, but all beautiful girls and women, who were in the same group with him at the time of gaining or increasing meta skill. By the way, it was possible to increase it up to the second rank, but there were not enough characteristics for the third and even more so for the fourth rank. Apparently, the increase simply nullifies the effect and allows you to get the gift again, only at the second level will be two points of talents, and at the third already three and a free characteristic on top.

Camrad_RIP 17.03.25 в 18:56

Quite frankly, without the bragging and declarations of steadfastness, he might have gotten that effect. Although he was not going to kneel before Sylvia, they still had a new round of mental resistance training planned. There was no avoiding defeats, which Sylvia was sure to reduce to erotic practices, and she loved forcing her partner to lick her pale pussy. Alas, but it was required not just to lick the pussy of the representative of your group, no, it was necessary to lick all of them at once. Stepan imagined how he would address Singha with such a request, as well as her facial expression and reaction, and somehow immediately, without long and disembodied thoughts, he decided that he could do without free talent and live without it.

Camrad_RIP 17.03.25 в 18:57

The token was also inexpressibly beautiful, being called ‘Victim of Temptation’, had only five charges and was barely a Token-based Deal. The chosen target, whether female or male, but a woman had to be beautiful and a man at least not ugly, would receive the analogue of the tag that Singha and her mother had, or that an Earthman who had made a Deal would receive, or that would be given if the afterburner boost was used. Multiples, times and orders of magnitude will increase the probability of becoming a victim of bewitchment, seduction, mentalism, enslavement or any other kind of sexual and cerebral violence. Likewise, the probability of successfully getting out of the captivity of passions and feelings, having survived for some time in this captivity and having received only moral, reputational and limited material damage, will also increase. That is, some cunning seductress can convince a rich heir to the count's family to buy her jewellery for a fabulous amount for her, but not to empty the treasury and get into debt up to the bottom.

Camrad_RIP 15.03.25 в 12:45

As a reward for this mark, the victim receives two random characteristics and a random elite property, which will give the same characteristics. An analogue of a super-property from the system. If the victim is not in the group, the normalisation of what happened works. No one will be surprised by the appearance of such a property and features in yesterday's titty sweet peasant girl with sweet juicy greased slippery peasant tits, or the heir to the throne, although his aura was studied up and down before his birth. On the members of the group works a shroud of oblivion. Neither Stepan nor anyone else will be able to realise that he is under the influence of the mark, until the end of the Token, which lasts about half a year. Only the shaman himself is necessarily aware of the situation, but his companions only at the request of the leader of the group. No, Stepan would only use such crap if he wanted to take revenge on some particularly annoying, but not deserving of something more serious, person. Hmm, the same Fanye, for example, for she has long ago fallen under the description of a beautiful woman. Or her lovely maid Nika... by the way, Stepan didn't even take revenge on her, having forgotten and got caught up in the swarm of affairs! That's who he can test the token on. Let them learn all the charms of what fuck brains, at the same time getting two attributes and a unique property, which even the magister will envy....

Camrad_RIP 15.03.25 в 12:52

For a moment, it seemed to Stepan that something was wrong with his thoughts about revenge and that the revenge itself was somehow wrong.

Camrad_RIP 03.03.25 в 17:45

//‘No, it's nonsense.’ - He came to the obvious conclusion, pushing his uncomfortable thoughts that he had in fact just forgotten about revenge, rather than patiently and methodically waiting for the right opportunity, further into his subcortex.

Camrad_RIP 15.03.25 в 12:43

Received: "basic techniques for modifying active envolt"; "advanced basic techniques for modifying active envolt".

Camrad_RIP 03.03.25 в 17:46

Acquired talents are added to the Player's overall status.

Camrad_RIP 03.03.25 в 17:46

The new knowledge was, as promised, entirely tied to the envolt branch of magic, essentially allowing him to work with the fine-tuning of already completed envolts. Part of it he already knew how to do. The same recent thoughts he'd had about retrofitting portraits. But now he could work much more broadly and deeply. Change the parts of the puppet so that the built-in enhancement effects of physical strength and resistance to magic suddenly changed to stealth? Make a model of Dantmark along with a river overflow, and then dig up the dam or banks, forcing the river to overflow and flood half the city? Create a doll, and afterwards begin to rule its appearance and auric imprint, making the recipient-mirror of the doll almost a metamorph? This is only the tip of the iceberg, but the main essence of knowledge is the possibility to perceive the doll modularly, modularly modernising it. Not even control dolls in the first place, although there are some of those too, but amplifier dolls or shield dolls, which will take the blows. Fitting individual envolt-type items to the situation and the enemy. Even the ability to modify already made dolls. The latter is considered the most difficult for a reason. It is very much puppet magic static, once created, it is very difficult to achieve a change in what has already been done. This knowledge allows you to achieve such changes.

Camrad_RIP 15.03.25 в 12:35

Actually, a very funny situation comes out. His second additional knowledge of envolt specialisation ‘techniques for achieving sympathetic resonance’, is designed to offset the natural aura drift of the target, allowing the envolt to remain effective even when the victim's aura has changed beyond recognition. Whereas ‘active envolt modification techniques’ allow you to do the exact opposite, modify a doll, effigy, statue, maquette, or any other envolt beyond recognition, but also modify the base of the bond! In combination, these two skills enter into a wild synergy. I'll have to experiment with the dolls some more, and maybe write a thread or two. Resonance will allow you to use the modification more fully without fear of damaging the envolt and rendering it ineffective. The flip side is that the modification will allow you to better match the resonance to the target if they are too defensive.

Camrad_RIP 15.03.25 в 12:42

The other synergies were also available in the assortment, but still more modest. The separate focus of the knowledge branch itself had an effect. The most use was from non-class knowledge, like the skills of a fighter, agent, liquidator, brainiac, and vagabond - they gained the most from the new branch of talents. Master of brainwashing and liquidation in the first place, there are whole methodical manuals, what to write down, they will come out with a dozen bricks, dedicated to methods of stealthily and gradually work through the envolt so that no one understood anything, even knowing that the enemy has that envolt. Whether for killing or mental correction, it is in the use of puppets and other bases, it does not play a special role. The most important thing is to create the envolt. For killing or brainwashing is secondary, both of which are much easier than the creation itself. Or taking samples to work with. Auric impressions, hair, nails, blood, other bodily fluids. All of it can become a key to an attack, and therefore all of it is protected and cleaned by smart paranoids.

Camrad_RIP 12.03.25 в 15:21

For example, Sylvia was well aware of the rituals of ‘renunciation’, which allowed one to successfully sever the connection between oneself and a drop of blood, a hair, or the traces of intimacy left on someone. These rituals have their gradation and degree of quality, but the best personalities of this world prefer to protect themselves with the best means. But Sylvia had never even heard of a range of summons, witchcraft spells, territorial changes in the laws of the world, which allow such renunciations to be blocked or rolled back. It was not that Stepan's knowledge of the System presented something very unique, something that had never been available in the world before, or that this information was not for everyone. More likely the second. Such techniques must definitely exist, just they are protected and not advertised, or countermeasures will be invented. And Sylvia is not the person who knows everything.

Camrad_RIP 08.03.25 в 10:28

Although it is difficult to find an opposition to the elder spirit, which simply follows the victim and absorbs the dropped hairs, flaky skin, dandruff, and other wastes into a special inter-reality pocket. While the pocket of the spirit stays out of reality, the standard and not so standard rituals of renunciation do not work for them. They simply do not perceive the contents of the pocket as part of the world, but this is the essence of renunciation as such. To break the connection between the world and the particles of the one who inhabits the world. And this is only the most obvious variant. There are more complex and subtle, like an imperceptible hex on the earth, which masquerades as other, more standard, preferably bless type, weakening or even forbidding renunciation to work on its territory.

Camrad_RIP 15.03.25 в 12:22

All in all, it took the shaman almost ten hours to digest the new information. He only got up a couple of times to drink water and stretch his bones, returning to meditation. It took him almost twenty-four hours to raise the two root knowledge of witchcraft to an advanced level. Though he took a break for sleep without raising both knowledge at the same time, so it was a day and a half. He didn't dream much, or didn't remember them upon waking, unless you counted Commander Shepard banging his head against the iron table while the Forerunner himself was banging his body against the iron meteorite, yelling something about the threat to all cycles at once and catgirls. And the female version of Shepard, together with Liara, was reading a pink-covered book, taking notes and arguing desperately while Samara and Morrint, dressed in erotic French maid costumes, were fanning them.

Camrad_RIP 10.03.25 в 10:04

In any case, it was not about dreams, but about knowledge: “advanced developed techniques of territorial influences” and 'advanced developed techniques of changing energy flows' were obviously very synergistic with each other and with all other knowledge, including shamanic knowledge. Stepan froze no worse than Windows on weak hardware. He felt overheating in his brain. He was very tired even though he did not get out of bed. In fact, as he roughly imagined, by local standards and with sufficiently high characteristics, the advanced developed level would be accepted by the inhabitants of his new world as a full-fledged mastery. He had the stats to be a master. And not just a master, even a very strong one. In terms of Spirit and Sensitivity, he could even pull out a magister of shamanism, but he was not recognized as such by the System, and in other characteristics he was still noticeably lacking. He would become a master of witchcraft only when he got master skills, but he could get them. He just needed to gain two levels or get a couple of free talents in another way. Again his thoughts involuntarily drifted to the last token, making him wrinkle his face in indignation directed at himself.

Camrad_RIP 16.03.25 в 14:23

It would be fine if for the meta-skill to work he had to find a completely unfamiliar and never seen before luscious juicy peasant bitch with juicy sweet lubricated slippery peasant tits, and then lick her tits or not only tits.... but to come with such a request to the Angry Steppe Tit, he simply could not, above his strength. Even if she would agree, and he was almost certain that she would not refuse, especially having understood the workings of the token, rather, even envious to the point of greening... well, just no, no and that's it, it's never going to happen, dixi.

Camrad_RIP 17.03.25 в 19:04

Territorial magic on a new level has grown into a deeper understanding of the territory as such. It became easier to work with water. It became easier to raise the zone of control higher into the sky, intercepting wind flows and due to the control of those flows changing them together with the ether currents. It is quite possible at the current level to start creating if not a full-fledged magical source then an etheric amplifying vortex. In this vortex, in this territory, it is so easy to cast very complex and multi-component conspiracies of various types. The nature of the spells had changed, too; if before they existed separately, even overlapping each other, now he could unite several spells into one, each of which was growing deeper into itself. The same layering from simple to complex, only now in a multidimensional image.

Camrad_RIP 17.03.25 в 19:08

It depended a lot on the point at which the two spells were intertwined. If you combine heat suppression and blood flow acceleration at the very beginning, when only the first layers of flow control go, you get enhanced medical spells for life support. At high layers, it will simultaneously suppress any poisons of hot type, even the level of salamander bite or dragon flames, and do not let you bleed out, even if naturally pierced through the heart, liver, and throat cut. Well, at least as long as there's enough power in the spell and it's fueled by the caster. If you combine these two influences at later layers-stages, when the control of heat turns into the control of even the most fierce emotions and protection from their reading by mentalists, blood dispersal will not allow any hostility and not authorized alchemy to get a foothold in the body, you will get a complex-bastion, very reliably protecting from subtle influences of mental-sensual type. Thus layers and control of flows are in fact not quite identical, but very similar, simply they joined and entered into symbiosis at different stages of creation.

Camrad_RIP 17.03.25 в 18:39

With these types of spells, you understand perfectly well why witchcraft around the world is considered a bullshit extremely slow and clumsy, but at the same time very powerful, as well as insidious when necessary, almost unstoppable. Any self-respecting witch or spellcaster will have already available hexes, spells, witchcraft, which can be one way or another to finish file. There will be prepared and burrowed into the ground territorial conspiracies, but they are not even file thickly finished, existing exactly in the form in which they were created and spells. If you want to change or remake the effect, make something new or put on top of a dozen fresh nodes-spells, hoping that you can thus change the effect and not turn the witch's masterpiece into a toxic pumpkin, which will also poison your land.

Camrad_RIP 16.03.25 в 14:31

And how it all combined with totems, especially if you apply the patchwork methodology and seize control over pieces of territory all over the world! Weave in one patchwork of desert heat and sandstorm, creating a curse that shrinks the aura of your enemy with tiny images of intangible grains of sand, and in the second patchwork add the fierce cold of the northern glaciers, which will make the aura of the enemy fragile and vulnerable. And after both of these flaps to bind one in one, from which the fragile aura will shatter like a glass castle under artillery fire, because even the smallest grain of sand will be death incarnate at such vulnerability. Most of the witches are limited to those streams of forces that are available in their territory, so they try to diversify these streams, to grow a garden with exotic flowers, to light a fire, which will never go out, to raise from the bowels of the earth stream with water key or create a break-gorge to the depths of the bowels. But even so, a spellcaster from the depths of the deserts will have great difficulty working with those streams that carry concepts-aspects of cold and snow, even if he finds substitutes or can pick up an analog of the desired effect. A patchwork spellcaster in the person of Stepan? He rakes out of all corners of the world only the most tasty things, as if gnawing raisins out of a bun, creating truly impressive combinations.

Camrad_RIP 16.03.25 в 15:59