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Force Feedback (Eredin)

Camrad_RIP 10.03.24 в 22:25

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Camrad_RIP 10.03.24 в 22:25

Eredin had seen many cowards. He saw the crying dh'oine crawling from the battlefield. Gathering their guts with trembling hands. But this was the first time he'd ever seen such cowardice. Dh'oine preferred to jump out of the window to avoid the sword in his belly. And took an innocent soul with him.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 10:25

He even had time to call for help from his kin. Eredin heard short, curt commands in the corridor. The men were gathered around the door, ready to rush in at any moment. And should they do so, they would come face to face with the Wild Hunt. The band of poor fools wouldn't last half an hour.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 10:26

As long as this coward had Zireael in his hands, suicide would not save him. Eredin reached out to grab dh'oine's shoulder when he was horrified to see a chunk of ice block fly past. Diable, Caranthir!

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 10:27

Eredin looked down, saw two figures flying down, and cursed. This tower was the tallest he'd ever been in. If Zireael was still in the grip of the stupefaction, the Elder Blood would have to be scraped from the stone streets

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 10:28

But no, of course not. The dh'oine's first instinct was to survive no matter what, and Zireael disappeared into the green haze. So much for the human blood in her, but nothing... Everything human can be etched out. Eredin turned sharply, ready to reprimand Caranthir, but a sharp flash of light burned his eyes.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 10:29

A ringing noise in his ears. Eredin staggered - and felt iron shards strike the ice shield. A human figure was barely recognizable in the bright flash. A moment to teleport, and another to draw his sword. Dh'oine looked around, aiming the wretched weapon wherever he could - clearly not expecting his opponent to be behind him already. He had an iron arm like that coward's but of rougher workmanship. Sparks flew from the limb.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 10:30

The sword pierced the helmet. There was a juicy, wet crunch of crushed skull. The enemy fell dead without even a death rattle. Fighting always begins with the first death. The flash dissipated, and Eredin saw the ice block hit the back of another dh'oine aiming for him. The body fell to the ground a step away from him; the magic pierced through both flesh and armor, exposing the spine. The spine was not made of iron.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 10:31

When there is too much blood, it begins to resemble spilled wine, evoking no emotion. The others hide in the corridor. Eredin ordered the navigators to teleport behind them, blocking the escape route. Judging by the confusion on the human faces, the art of portals was unknown to them.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 10:32

The fools have never seen Aen Elle in all its splendor, never seen what their mages can do. The Dh'oine are armed with pathetic weapons that spit lead. Like children with tubes. How can they compare to the steel forged in the finest forges of Tir na Lia?

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 10:33

Imlerich stepped out of the portal in front of him. It took him less than a moment to find himself in the thick of the fray, transformed into a deadly whirlwind, disappearing and reappearing. He had always been too impulsive for Eredin, but that made Imlerich one of the best riders: bloodlust.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 10:33

Burning with icy flames, Imlerich's sword cut through armor like butter - a mesmerizing sight. Death. Around the dh'oine leader's neck - judging by the fact that he was still trying to give orders during the dance of death - Caranthir tightened the icy lash with a slight movement of his hand. Death.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 10:34

The magical currents in this world were all theirs. The wild, unbridled power was more tantalizing than elven dust.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 10:34

The few remaining men were in a tight ring. The spits of iron bounced off the riders' shields and hit their companions. The coward was armed with something stronger, Eredin thought, remembering how the shockwave had shattered his shield.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 10:35

Eredin took his rage, his frustration at missing Zireael again, out on those unfortunates. A severed head rolled across the floor. The dead face had the same crude human features, except the teeth had learned to heal. As big as their kin on the Continent. Like horses.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 10:37

The floor was sticky with blood. It was time for them to leave, they'd left a graveyard behind. A reminder that human scum is no match for Aen Elle.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 10:39

A reminder of...

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 10:39

Eredin choked. It was as if an invisible fist had struck his lungs, and he tried to inhale sharply, gustily. His eyes blurred, and Eredin sank to the floor, right into the pool of blood of the dh'oine he had killed.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 10:40

He glanced at the riders, who were clutching at their throats, trying ineffectually to inhale. Eredin tried to hold his breath, but the vile poison had already soaked his lungs.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 10:40

"Bloede dh'oine," the elf wheezed.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 10:36

As if in a half dream, he saw a silhouette looming over him. An unusually tall woman, forged of iron. Eredin felt the point of a heel on his throat... Not a heel... A hoof. A demoness. An iron demoness.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 10:40

She pressed harder, and Eredin coughed. There was no strength to resist, and an animal, almost human rage swelled inside. This thing's skull would shatter as soon as he woke.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 10:42

If he wakes up.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 10:36

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Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 06:35

A compulsive buzzing. An endlessly repeating sound. Bzzzzzzz.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 10:42

Eredin's eyes snapped open at the sharp, wrenching pain. His muscles cramped. He was bound hand and foot, unable to move. Where is he? Darkness.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 10:43

They'll regret not killing him right away.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 11:43

Darkness and pain are the executioners' favorite combination. If they think torture will accomplish anything, they will be sorely disappointed. Eredin was taught to endure pain without a sound when he was barely forty. Few are initiated into warriors at such a young age, and few can withstand the test of torture. To realize that the secrets of Aen Elle are more precious than flesh and reason.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 12:05

An unpleasant feeling of discomfort loomed in my subconscious. It was like liquid ammonia flowing through his veins. Something was burning from the inside - the pain was concentrated at the back of his head. Poison?

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 12:06

Because of the iron restraints, Eredin could not move a finger. Even his head was fixed in one position. Eredin had never been taken prisoner before. He had an involuntary admiration for the unknown enemy. But they had made the mistake of leaving the prisoner to speak. That mistake would cost them their life.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 12:07

"Praeses alio fero," Eredin said, barely moving his lips.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 12:07

The ropes were covered with ice. A pleasant cold burned his skin. Eredin should not have the slightest trouble breaking them once the dh'oine who had dared to take him prisoner showed her ugly face.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 12:08

Bzzzzz.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 12:08

Not a single sound except the annoying, ear-scratching buzzing. Eredin waited patiently. The strange sensation of something foreign, something deeply wrong, would not let him go. What the shit was running through his veins?

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 12:15

It was a long time before he heard footsteps. The scrape of iron against the stone floor. And light, quick footsteps.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 12:16

A blinding light flashed sharply in the room, but the second time, the tricks were not as impressive. Some of the most bizarre creatures he'd ever seen stood before Eredin.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 12:26

They were women. But Eredin doubted that they were human. One of them, a demoness, he vaguely remembered - but his memory did not capture the sharp, rough features of her face, the shaved head on one side. Something about her reminded him of the Zerrikan women Eredin had glimpsed before the Aen Elle had left the Continent.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 12:26

The second, however... slanted eyes and a frail, thin body. Looks like a half-elf. Judging by her proud posture and frozen, arrogant expression, she was from the upper classes of the local society. A porcelain figurine in lace and gold embroidered clothes. It would be easy to twist that thin neck. The other's throat was protected by a metal collar, but her temples were open to a direct hit.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 12:27

"State your name," said the noblewoman in common, viewing the captive with detached interest, like an outlandish beast.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 12:09

The King of the Wild Hunt was captured by two dressed-up women. He hoped the minstrels would omit that detail when they composed ballads.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 12:28

Eredin was at her side in a flash - before the noblewoman could even blink - with his hands around her throat. She didn't even flinch. Eredin saw the strange cracks in her body. It was like a doll that had been put together piece by piece.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 12:28

He shouldn't have hesitated, he should have killed her immediately, because in less than a moment he felt his body betray him. A sharp pain at the back of his head paralyzed him instantly. Eredin collapsed to the ground.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 12:28

A second humiliating defeat in such a short time. Did Carantir lie to him when he said the local dh'oine didn't know magic?

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 12:29

The noblewoman did not change her face, looking at the body sprawled on the floor with the same mechanical curiosity.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 12:29

"Я действительно это видел? (Did I just see what I think I saw?)"

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 12:31

A man's voice. Eredin couldn't make out who had said it. Unable to turn his head, however, he noticed from the corner of his eye shadows on the walls. Silhouettes.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 12:30

"Он холодом уничтожил ремни, да. Если бы не чип в его голове, я была бы уже мертва. (He froze the ropes to dust, yes. If it wasn’t for the chip in his head, I presume I would be long dead )" The noblewoman answered.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 12:11

This language was unfamiliar to him. Perhaps Avallak'h would recognize it - but the traitor was no longer to be found. He had betrayed not only Eredin but Zireael as well, not daring to follow her into a dangerous world.

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 12:12

"State your name."

Camrad_RIP 11.03.24 в 10:44