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Approaching the place where the village once stood, I suspected something was amiss when I saw a silhouette in the sky above the horizon, resembling a large bird. An eagle? No, comparing the creature's size to the trees, I concluded that it was more likely a new monster. Shoving Deith deeper into his mug, I ran towards it, soon reaching the edge of the settlement and being attacked by winged reptiles – the very rock riders, although I would learn this name later. I used my speed advantage, not allowing myself to be surrounded, but I could only slightly outrun my enemies, and I couldn't defeat them in the air without exposing myself... However, there were only five of them, and I managed to cope.
My eyes then beheld a ruined village. Without a doubt, judging by the broken roofs and walls, there was some other, much more powerful creature here, in addition to the winged lizards. But the truth was that there used to be many more of the flying creatures, as evidenced by their numerous remains, littered with the arrows of the defenders of Ssarax. There were just as many corpses of people, most of them gnawed on (though the lizards had also done their part), and the stench was unbearable; the incident had clearly occurred several days ago. I didn't find Willy's body, and from some signs, it was clear that some of the villagers, including her, had managed to escape – but where?
I climbed a tree to survey the surroundings. I immediately saw the source of the new creatures – rocky peaks nearby, in the shade of which the village was hidden. There were the most rock riders there, veritable clouds... So, the survivors went in the other direction – logically, the easiest thing for them to do was to go downstream along the river flowing from the mountains, carrying some of their belongings on rafts, and also hiding from aerial threats under the branches of trees hanging low over the water. To avoid wasting time and risking encountering unknown creatures, I took some of the remaining supplies in Ssarax before going in the same presumed direction.
I walked for three days, and on the second day, I encountered a strange monster, a huge creature with many heads (most of them were the same as the rock riders), seven terrifyingly large wings, resembling a strange shapeless bag, scattering an incomprehensible black and red goo everywhere. It had many legs, which, however, could not support its weight when the monster jumped rapidly over long distances, frantically waving its wings. It tried to catch fish in the river, furiously and clumsily, splashing and stirring the water, throwing logs around. Seeing me, it rushed towards me; I tried to hide in the thicket, but it broke the trees and continued the pursuit, and in the end, only a cave I encountered saved me. I prayed to G. that the monster wouldn't catch me and collapse the cave on me; in the end, it was okay, but I could only leave in the evening.
I reached the others. I finally met Willy, learned that our barbarian elder, Yol, had fallen bravely in battle with the monster, and in general, about the very dire situation of the survivors. All the supplies remained at the previous campsite; most of the provisions were eaten by the insatiable monster there; the villagers only moved at night because of attacks by rock riders (that's what my former fellow villagers called them). They were no longer going any further because of hunger and exhaustion: rock riders attacked every day; only a hastily built palisade, together with archers, somehow held them back, but everyone knew that in the event of a repeat attack by Barmaglot (that's what I had already nicknamed the monster), everyone would perish.
What can I say, I had to go on an individual hunt to help, and my path led to the mountains. Thinning out the rock riders was a good minimum task, but as I was told, Barmaglot also slept somewhere there, and during the day, he could descend lower down the slope and rampage, as he couldn't find enough food anywhere; he wasn't satisfied. For the sake of my mission, I didn't give Deith away yet: I realized that his new ability to tremble with fear in his mug at the slightest danger could be exploited (sorry, buddy...). Although, to be honest, he was safer with me. I also asked Willy to provide me with her strongest poisons and potions.
The next stage of preparation for the battle took place at the site of the former campsite, where a forge and materials for it still remained, now useless to anyone. I wasn't sure if the poisons would work on Barmaglot, but I couldn't imagine defeating him without this factor, so I tried to forge a sword for this situation, possessing special channels. Predator added to the list of my creations. A special enchantment further reduced the enemy's resistance. I also made a crossbow... I'm not the best shooter; I tried to focus on range and power; it's not for hitting, but for attracting attention. A cage and a cart: a trip to the mountains will inevitably result in being surrounded by rock riders, even with my speed, so I need to think about this battle differently, not from fleeing, but from the ability to stand my ground. I equipped this cage with special sharp wedges to drive it into the rocky ground, and with a large weight so that it would hold well, and with huge sharp spikes to automatically impale the flying creatures on them. Let the lizards' onslaught turn against them when they can't brake. Finally, a cart with large wheels to carry all this structure, as long as it's possible: I just found it and slightly modified it for my situation, making it lighter.
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The preparation ultimately bore fruit. Not a single arrow hit a rock rider, but as soon as I attracted their attention, they swarmed in by the dozens, but I promised myself that I would never fight them like that again, because every second I risked the cage I was in being overturned by the pressure of the enemies. The slopes of the rocks were stained with blood, but I had to go further, and I went, having long left the cart behind. I ate boiled rock rider meat; fortunately, there were sources of water, quite acceptable food, although it was a bit tough, and it was a little strange to think that my food used to eat people.
After a while, the rock riders, being predators as well as scavengers, cooled off towards me, eagerly consuming the bodies of their comrades, and then Barmaglot appeared... My first independent battle with a real boss took place. My best paralyzing and poisoning equipment only temporarily deprived the enemy of strength, as he was a strange chimera, as if sewn together from various pulsating bodies. But still, thanks to my speed, I managed to hit him and stay relatively safe, taking damage only occasionally due to bad luck. The battle was long, and it ended in my favor, after which the unknown biological entity was burned by me so as not to become the cause of new mutations.
On the way back to the campsite, I was greeted by a clear sky and a feeling of euphoria from victory. Now the villagers will be able to regain their strength, and I will be able to continue my adventures with the Hero of the Source.
19 entries on +940 with all experience bonuses
My eyes then beheld a ruined village. Without a doubt, judging by the broken roofs and walls, there was some other, much more powerful creature here, in addition to the winged lizards. But the truth was that there used to be many more of the flying creatures, as evidenced by their numerous remains, littered with the arrows of the defenders of Ssarax. There were just as many corpses of people, most of them gnawed on (though the lizards had also done their part), and the stench was unbearable; the incident had clearly occurred several days ago. I didn't find Willy's body, and from some signs, it was clear that some of the villagers, including her, had managed to escape – but where?
I climbed a tree to survey the surroundings. I immediately saw the source of the new creatures – rocky peaks nearby, in the shade of which the village was hidden. There were the most rock riders there, veritable clouds... So, the survivors went in the other direction – logically, the easiest thing for them to do was to go downstream along the river flowing from the mountains, carrying some of their belongings on rafts, and also hiding from aerial threats under the branches of trees hanging low over the water. To avoid wasting time and risking encountering unknown creatures, I took some of the remaining supplies in Ssarax before going in the same presumed direction.
I walked for three days, and on the second day, I encountered a strange monster, a huge creature with many heads (most of them were the same as the rock riders), seven terrifyingly large wings, resembling a strange shapeless bag, scattering an incomprehensible black and red goo everywhere. It had many legs, which, however, could not support its weight when the monster jumped rapidly over long distances, frantically waving its wings. It tried to catch fish in the river, furiously and clumsily, splashing and stirring the water, throwing logs around. Seeing me, it rushed towards me; I tried to hide in the thicket, but it broke the trees and continued the pursuit, and in the end, only a cave I encountered saved me. I prayed to G. that the monster wouldn't catch me and collapse the cave on me; in the end, it was okay, but I could only leave in the evening.
I reached the others. I finally met Willy, learned that our barbarian elder, Yol, had fallen bravely in battle with the monster, and in general, about the very dire situation of the survivors. All the supplies remained at the previous campsite; most of the provisions were eaten by the insatiable monster there; the villagers only moved at night because of attacks by rock riders (that's what my former fellow villagers called them). They were no longer going any further because of hunger and exhaustion: rock riders attacked every day; only a hastily built palisade, together with archers, somehow held them back, but everyone knew that in the event of a repeat attack by Barmaglot (that's what I had already nicknamed the monster), everyone would perish.
What can I say, I had to go on an individual hunt to help, and my path led to the mountains. Thinning out the rock riders was a good minimum task, but as I was told, Barmaglot also slept somewhere there, and during the day, he could descend lower down the slope and rampage, as he couldn't find enough food anywhere; he wasn't satisfied. For the sake of my mission, I didn't give Deith away yet: I realized that his new ability to tremble with fear in his mug at the slightest danger could be exploited (sorry, buddy...). Although, to be honest, he was safer with me. I also asked Willy to provide me with her strongest poisons and potions.
The next stage of preparation for the battle took place at the site of the former campsite, where a forge and materials for it still remained, now useless to anyone. I wasn't sure if the poisons would work on Barmaglot, but I couldn't imagine defeating him without this factor, so I tried to forge a sword for this situation, possessing special channels. Predator added to the list of my creations. A special enchantment further reduced the enemy's resistance. I also made a crossbow... I'm not the best shooter; I tried to focus on range and power; it's not for hitting, but for attracting attention. A cage and a cart: a trip to the mountains will inevitably result in being surrounded by rock riders, even with my speed, so I need to think about this battle differently, not from fleeing, but from the ability to stand my ground. I equipped this cage with special sharp wedges to drive it into the rocky ground, and with a large weight so that it would hold well, and with huge sharp spikes to automatically impale the flying creatures on them. Let the lizards' onslaught turn against them when they can't brake. Finally, a cart with large wheels to carry all this structure, as long as it's possible: I just found it and slightly modified it for my situation, making it lighter.
[spoiler=Predator]
The preparation ultimately bore fruit. Not a single arrow hit a rock rider, but as soon as I attracted their attention, they swarmed in by the dozens, but I promised myself that I would never fight them like that again, because every second I risked the cage I was in being overturned by the pressure of the enemies. The slopes of the rocks were stained with blood, but I had to go further, and I went, having long left the cart behind. I ate boiled rock rider meat; fortunately, there were sources of water, quite acceptable food, although it was a bit tough, and it was a little strange to think that my food used to eat people.
After a while, the rock riders, being predators as well as scavengers, cooled off towards me, eagerly consuming the bodies of their comrades, and then Barmaglot appeared... My first independent battle with a real boss took place. My best paralyzing and poisoning equipment only temporarily deprived the enemy of strength, as he was a strange chimera, as if sewn together from various pulsating bodies. But still, thanks to my speed, I managed to hit him and stay relatively safe, taking damage only occasionally due to bad luck. The battle was long, and it ended in my favor, after which the unknown biological entity was burned by me so as not to become the cause of new mutations.
On the way back to the campsite, I was greeted by a clear sky and a feeling of euphoria from victory. Now the villagers will be able to regain their strength, and I will be able to continue my adventures with the Hero of the Source.
19 entries on +940 with all experience bonuses