(From the author:In general, do not hit strongly and do not throw chairs, sticking objects or it is still customary to throw. I did not seek to create a pure stem, but to write a more or less digestible text. I hope that I will not burn in hell for this. )
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The young man walked between the seats of the train car, looking for the desired "victim". She turned out to be an impressive type of dwarf, who lazily examined the rapidly replacing landscapes outside the window, propping his head with his mighty hand. He was dressed in a black-purple caftan, most of which was hidden behind a long, braid beard braided in braids. At least something in it gave out noble origin, but impressive muscles and gloomy views showed that this dwarf was not one of those who were used to running away in difficult times. The image also reinforced a huge two -handed ax, stuffed with all kinds of technology. Yes, it seems the employer was right to his account.
– Francor? Francor Galperonov?
Dwarf raised his head tiredly:
– And who asks? – notes of irritability were clearly heard in his voice. The guy sat opposite the dwarf and held out his hand.
– Gart Haitkrif, at your service.
– I have your services unnecessary. Better explain why you are here and what you want from me. – the interlocutor muttered viciously, without shaking his hands.
– Uh … me, Sir Frankor, sent my employer, and part -time, your old friend, the magician. – the guy awkwardly removed his hand, – he instructed me to convey the conditions of the task that you need to complete. As Mr. Solonated, "to pay the debt".
-Oh, he pi … khe-khe. – the face of Dvarfa was blurred, and the vein was pulsed on the temple – this day is getting better and better. Eh, okay. The duty is really worth fulfilling. And what does he want?
– climb into the ancient ruins of the talions called, if my memory does not change me, Stor Gammer and find there the ancient manuscript "History of Selithale", and then deliver it to him. Still simple!
– Eh, I wouldn’t say that. – Francor rubbed his neck and let out a heavy sigh, – given the fact that I need to crank all this alone!
– And who talked about loneliness? My employer planned everything. Look around. – Gart grinned slyly, breaking an eyebrow. He circled the hands of all passengers, who were very few in the carriage. – These are not just strangers. Almost all of them, one way or another, are connected with Mr. Solodil, let’s say, “debts”. And they are entrusted with the same task as you. For its successful execution, you need to rally in the group. And for such a motley company, a leader is vital, with which you are.
– Oh, I do not like all this leadership nonsense, not mine. And besides, since you said that all the others are also part of this “legendary” payment of debts, then why not make a leader any of them.
– Hm. Well, believe it or not, but the explanation of this is a little strange. “Garth hesitated a bit,” the literal quote will go further: “People are too banal, the elves are too faded, the necromancers are too gloomy, and the orcs are only well thought out in the novel Wojing and Structure. But dwarves … dwarves are another matter ". The end of the quote. Well, or something like that. You see, my employer writes a novel, and just because of the above, the protagonist chose dwarf. That is you.
– He, about the elves, he correctly noticed this. OK then. Suppose I agree to lead the detachment of these non-fabrices, but I would like to know something about them. I suspect you have this information.
– Hmm, let’s see. – The guy pointed a place a few meters from them, – there are two goblin brothers, hired killers, U’Es and Fle’n, who consider what they are doing – art – art. And, to be honest, I am without the idea of how to distinguish them. One seems to be bold, but it doesn’t care, to say who is who is quite difficult. A little further sits the Elven Druid Fender Fuloater, a defender of history and ancient artifacts. A seasoned warrior Flebin Older, who participated not in one hundred fights, sleeps in the corner. Deadly fighter, as well as an expert on ancient myths and legends. For you, after a couple of seats, it diligently porpets over his many years of labor called “Effective Massive Shepherd”, Necromancer Konstanterus Andromedan. And a little further, a pretty elf sits with his cat Tiberius. But do not let it deceive it with a cute appearance – this is a dangerous person whose name is covered with darkness, and in local parts it is known by the nickname "Madame".
– Yeah, the company is really motley. – twisted dvarf, – although there is little information about them.
– I myself know little about them.
-Hmm, well, who are you yourself? So far, I don’t know anything about you, except for the name. Judging by clothes and appearance, you fit little into the local atmosphere. – Francor pointed a finger at the purple cloak with a hood, on which there were several seams and patch, as well as the white disheveled hair of Gart.
– True. Well, I’m a nongamstopcasinosites.co.uk young magician from Fresthorn. I have a sufficient number of spells to survive in the battle. Recently fell into practice for a slightly crazy alchemist Denas Keramash. The work is boring and ungrateful. Therefore, I was immensely happy when Mr. Saloned offered this task, and even in the test of practice. What else could be better. Ah, yes. I’m coming with you too.
– Hmm, did not expect. That is, they slammed, I also imposed you. Amazing.
– Hey, it’s not so bad. On the way I will only provide magical assistance and write down your adventures in detail. If you want to chat on the road, then always please, and if not, then I will keep silent. Therefore, I think that everything will be ..
The rest of the phrase drowned in the roar of the broken front door. Almost all passengers grabbed the weapon, including Frankor, ready at any second to put it in. Through the settling dust and black smoke, Garth saw the silhouette of a brown thug, which turned out to be an orc in a cowboy hat and with a cigar in his teeth. In his hands he held a huge roof, whose muzzle was smoking after a shot. The orc threw his weapon behind his back, smiled predatoryly and bowed gracefully, especially for such a huge one:
– Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Let me introduce myself – I am a great and terrible avidz’brak, the leader of the best gang of mercenaries in these parts – steel hawks. And I would very much like to get to know you all closer, but, unfortunately, I have to tell you the following – you will all die. Farewell.
Suddenly, from behind the back of the Orc, two unknown people jumped out in the mantles with hoods, and white masks. Holding heavy volumes in their hands, they read a magic formula, and the runes and symbols written in the air appeared in front of them. Garter realized the length of the spell and the power that was nourished the air that something terrible would happen now. Frankor had already prepared his sector, and was rushed at the enemy, but the white -headed guy managed to grab him by one hand in time, and put his fingers as a sign and utter a spell. There was a loud explosion and a gart with Frankor was thrown into the end of the car. The world of the guy was enveloped in darkness.
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(And a little more from the author: I hope I didn’t get you. And if you liked it, then I will try to continue, and if not, then. )
The best comments
Honestly … awesome. As for me, then one of the most competent stories. Heroes and events are simply described … awesome. You can’t say otherwise. The dialogs are very literate. The main problem is that this is only the beginning, the story is not finished – there is no specific point. I understand that in six thousand it is very difficult to fit as if you do not write the “Notes of the Podelist”. I myself participate in the "Competition" and did not fit at all 🙂
Well, for the rest, you need to edit spelling. For example, in the dialogs before the description of the character’s action, the point is not put – it is better to put the comma (for example: "… you want me from me. – the interlocutor muttered viciously. "instead of a point you need a comma). And after the description of the action, if the speech continues, then after the decimal and dash you need to write with a small letter or instead of a comma, put an end to (for example: "… removed his hand, – he instructed me. "instead of a comma, it is better to put a point). There are a lot of such places. Yes, I know that you can not put dots over E, but how does it enjoy me when they are not (but this is my personality). And here is either a mistake or is it the author’s vision of the orc speech ”… But, unfortunately, I must tell you the following – you will die all. " – I think you need to correct.
Thanks for the fan fiction – read with interest.
Thank you, friend. Thanks for the review. Otherwise I was at first upset when he was minus a week ago (((.
I thought that people here more like a hardcover than such. At the expense of errors – Kayus, I always had problems with spelling, I’m trying to correct myself now))). And yes. 6k – trouble. I had to cut the text very hard, especially the dialogs.
Thanks again))).
Well, this is not the main. I came up with a competition, and if people come in, I would like to continue. Still, writing in the genre of steampunk fantasy-experience is very interesting.
But until the competition ended, he scored. Otherwise a little motivation fell after the minuses)).
(Maybe someone was offended by their sg? Probably WES with Flin).
Thank you. Glad I liked it. I think when the competition ends, I will continue to write, regardless of the result.