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Nine deities are boring. Daera? With these not get bored.

Ferul Raven, Shigorant Priest

The trembling islands ... Lost in time and space The kingdom of Prince Daehr Shigrata is the master of madness, the greatest of jesters, funny and terrifying at the same time. What awaits a lonely traveler, will - or a mockery - the fate of the chaos found in this embodied hymn, the human mind is unable to foresee. What does God want? Well ... why not ask him about it personally?

You ask - who is Daedra? The inhabitants of the mysterious Oblivion are not gods (although some believe them) and not the demons (however, there are those who consider this way), the heroes of countless legends and myths, scarecrow for young children ... Hmm, perhaps, for adults too . The truth of their existence is indisputable. You can get closer to the sanctuary of any of the Daedra princes, make a proper offering and, if you are deemed worthy, join the conversation. Or even get the task. Perform it - get a reward, no - it is better not to think about it. Never try to jerk over the Lord Daedra - he will definitely laugh last.

I have always treated them with respect ... and some shares of Skepticism. Otherwise, it is impossible - I'm crazy for a long time. At the same time, to communicate with Daera, you need to be a little crazy. My words may sound controversial, but do not judge strictly. This is one of those things that either understand immediately, or will never understand.

About the strange portal, which opened on an island in the Nibenoe Gulf, I learned in the middle of the rumors, gossip and other news of Syrodial - the Imperial City. On the streets, there are usually a lot of things chat - even about the wonderful resurrection of the last emperor or a three-headed lamb, born on a farm near Quatcha, - but it was this hearing that attracted my attention. Perhaps because in the voice of said genuine fear. It is worth the investigation, I decided, and after a few hours I was already driving along the ring road, heading south.

I arrived at the city gate already in the evening. The dark, black and gray clouds and pouring rain did not have to sea walk, and in general I wanted to score to the dry corner to the fireplace until the morning, but to spend the night in Blaville?! Thank you pounded, I'm not a fan of a dirty tavern and the mattyaks that storing the smells of dozens of others. Hmm Older, Melly, have you long been kotal night in the open sky, wrapped only in your own cloak? ..

Standing on a narrow cape, on the belt in the wet grass, I peered to pain in my eyes in the drooping cramp. Find boats failed. So you have to sail. Wet than now, I still won't, I grimaceously grinned about myself and resolutely jumped into the water. Ah! Cold, infection!

It looked like someone - or something - bit off a piece from some alien to our world and spat him in Nibin. Tiny, barely fifty steps in the diameter, land of sushi, with a blurred rocky land, sputum trees covered with multi-colored foliage, and bizarre mushrooms. I am not an alchemist, but it seemed to me that nothing of the kind in Tammaniele was found. Immediately in front of me rummaged a huge three-lone stone head - with four eyes and three mouths. The left lips were closed, the right smiled, the stained of the rod of the portal became in the middle.

I was not alone on this island. At the portal Karaulil the guard, there was no senseless from the side towards the Hazhik with a meaningless look - not that sick, not that hazardous. It was horrified by me in horror, worked out away. No matter how. Guard, although it seems to be in his mind. I went to him and only opened my mouth, as Dunmer reached out of the portal Kubarem. His hair stood on the end, he shouted something nehrescent, sulu the death of everything alive. Oh my gods ... "This brown!" - probably noticed the guard of the order and pounced on a poor fellow with a sword. "Help or not to interfere?" - flashed in the head, and the hand has already drawn the blade from the sheath ...

The world of dust of this dress. Guy Prentus, so called my new acquaintance, warned that no one else, going to the portal, did not return as it was before. Who listens to the guard? "I also want to try," I said absently, looking at the dancing white and blue fire. "No problem, Madame, I promise to arrange you worthy funeral." Interestingly, he is always so original to girls glued? I did not have time to think of this idea, because I called another voice, the smoking, seemed to be nowhere and everywhere:

Not worthy, not worthy, unworthy! Useless mortal meat!

Fall through the earth, if this voice was not familiar! Well, yes ... who would doubt whose hands are this cute party. A couple of years ago I was already faced with his Daederic Lordness Lord Shigorat. Until now, there are scratching dogs as the last club.

Mad God regretted about the death of another candidate, I posted on the corporate enemies and hospitably invited me to visit some islands - they say, the weather is now a miracle as good, it's time for a visit. When Lord Dahedron invites you, refuse ... Mm, very impolite. And harmful to health. I looked at the late Danmer, Sleeping Hazhzhitka, a sullen guard ... Remember that I said about Toliki madness? I definitely have this Tolika, because instead of running without looking back, I was laughing with a ringing and plunged into the flame ...

Poor Guy! Probably, he decided that, unlike others, I was still before how to enter the portal.

Outside the mind

Small room. Stone walls, earth floor, crouched grass, perfect round carpet, table, two chairs. On the table dryly declines a second device similar to a metronome. I do not know what I expected to see, scolding from the portal, but it all looked quite prosaic. Slept, who kept with an amazing dignity of a man in an expensive black and red camsole with a high gate, kindly offered me to sit down. I obeyed.

You are on the trembling islands, in the possessions of Lord Shigorat. You are here because you yourself decided so. You can leave if you wish.

And if I do not want to leave?

Then be prepared to perform the will of Lord Shigorat.

And those madness outside?

They were not ready, "my interlocutor dropped impassively. - Well, stay?

Oblivion me to whiten! Cowardly toach the idea that it was he who seems to be, in the end and chopped, I said firmly:

Starting.

Go to the gates of madness. Oh, and carefully with guard, he does not like strangers. Have a nice time.

So I met Huskille, Camedener of the insane God.

The Camnediner rose, and immediately the stones of the walls seemed to be reliable, began to melt, as if escorted by acid, melting in thousands of thousands of purple and green butterflies. I closed my face with my hands, protecting against trembling wings, and when I looked around, Huskilla, however, it was no longer a room. In front of me stretched the land limit.

I walked down the road marked with gray-green columns in a strange style - a kind of mix of imperial and ayled architecture, and immediately attacked me. Some goblin hybrid with argonian. Pretty start of travel ...

I walked past the suede boulders and strangely twisted trunks, to the poor and just looking houses, indicating, however, on the fact that people live here. A moment later I saw them. Two men, Redgard and Dunmer, busy peaceful conversation. I approached - in the hope that their conversation would give me some idea about this place. They talked about the group of adventure seekers, obviously, who had fallen into trouble, and intended to go to see ... I did not understand what. "I hope their blood does not splash my boots," Dunmer frowned. Eki purella. Do not hide, I ran next.

We were almost late. The guardian of the gate of the madness is - and the essence of a giant growth, a terrible parody of a person, undoubtedly, it was - already achieved unfortunate adventurers. I backed up. Before contacting this creature, it should have been talking to the local. I did not want to finish my days with a vtoptannaya in the stones of the arena at the entrance to the kingdom of Shigorant!

Redgard - his name was Sheden, and he was the mayor of the town of Pasharly - he said that the keys to the gates were sewn into the body of the guard and to get them could not yet be able to anyone. However, Jairid Ice Nerves were going to try. It is good, together more fun.

Tears and bones

Jairid, Archer and my countryman-northerner, promised to make deadly arrows from bones, lying in the gardens of bones and flesh, but the door leading there was locked. Smiling, I gave it to the pocket of the launders, and we hit the hands.

However, I could hardly manage to thirty if it were not for the habit of prudency. Vellez Jairid wait, I continued to ask. Gorbunya Dredven, the owner of the Tavern whispered that the guard kills anyone who approaches him, with the exception of the magician relatives with Reniem. What would it be in a special position?

As it turned out, Ms. Reneliem, a research researcher, she obsessed with his experiments with the flesh, once his own guards created. She spoke about him as her child. From a mixture of threats and mockery, I revealed another name - Nubetta. Her student. Pupils usually know a lot about their teachers ...

I was not mistaken. Although it was not easy to get the necessary information, since Nnetta was frankly afraid of his mentor (I can't blame the girl, this lady would also catch fear on me). Alternating compliments, empty chatter and cautious questions, I pulled out of the Redhead, the relapse is incredibly sentimental with respect to his "baby". Every night she comes to him and cries, and the tears of her somehow corrosive the flesh of the guard. Well, it was quite drawn to a spare plan.

I traced for a relaxed night and had a dubious pleasure to see her sobbing, although no pity felt: the wizard caused only disgust. But how to get her tears? I can not ask her to suffer into a bottle! Fortunately, Relmina dropped the wet through the handkerchief. I squeezed it up for corner. Right, it's a pity to rub the sword in this dirtyness, but you have to ... At the last moment, the damned creature still noticed me, and I had to hastily carry my legs.

It was easier with arrows. Without much constraint, I broke into the house to Jairida at the beginning of the second night, the sleepy northegnant was crushed, and we went to the bones. He, the poor fellow, is preserved for them, which did not even send me to all the demons. I started to like local. With heads are not friends, but you can agree with them.

About the gardens I can not say anything sensible - I did not look around. I was more worried about the most animal beast. While Jairid was picking at the remains of the previous guard, I had to drive the heels of hungry skeletons on the clearing.

My countryman, gently pressing the mined bones to the breast, yawned showingly and asked to go in the morning for ready-made arrows. I, they, in general, were nothing, I shoot a little better drunk goblin, but Jairida will be useful. I wiped the handkerchief relaxed about the blade.

In general, with Guard, we, remembering the good word of his "Mother", managed. Jairid with a bow granted me the right to learn from the body of the defeated enemy the keys from the gate, and where the Huskill appeared from nowhere. Cammenier insane god descended before a brief lecture on the lands, which I was hoping to step up in the sooner time. The islands, according to him, were divided into two areas - mania and dementia. The two sides of the madness opposite to everything, but are equally dangerous. Bright paints and smiling deaths artists against gloomy landscapes and worst patrol existence of paranoids. No, if I am destined to go crazy, let it, at least, will be fun!

I threw the head, substituting the faded face to the wind. The key mania zaga my hand ...

It is important: Choose any door. The difference is only in the blessing that you get on the other side of the gate. Mania gives the ability to inform the enemy, dementia - demoralize it. That's all.

The sash of the gates hastily got behind me. Gods, what am I doing ... right, a thousand times was Gai Pentatus, saying that no one returned from the portal as he entered him. I did not stay on the islands and three days, but they had already treated my mind and the will, and the essence of these changes remained an incomprehensible ...

Khuskill strictly ordered as soon as possible to get to New Sheot, where there was a Palace of Shigorat. The city produced a strange impression. Three areas were in it: poisonous-bright Bliss, heart; The oppressing-faded, in something similar with the slums of Bravilila Kruce, where the residents of Dementia lived, and finally - the palace, which has become both cultures. Everything here was a stranger - plants, houses, thick rainbow liquid, current in the channels of the cruzibla, heaven - greenish blue, with golden clouds, as if absolved sunlight, clothes, dogs ... oh yeah, dogs that someone seems , turned inside out. Frozen creatures.

And people. Crazy, all to one, someone more, someone less. Or maybe I'm really insane?

Visiting a crazy god

I'm afraid my pen is not able to describe a meeting with a shigorator. Gray march comes, he told. The cataclysm, equivalent flood, earthquake, the eruption of the volcano and the end of the world at the same time. In any case, such an impression has developed. I finally stunned for these few days, Shigorant sent to activate the fortress of the Zedilarian, for which he was issued a weighty tomik with instructions and a device called the vessel attenuator. Having glad Huskilla, I rushed to him for clarifications, as a saving lighthouse. Cameryman, smiling sympathetically, said that it was necessary to find three focusing crystals and put them in the vested centers - this would allow you to configure the resonator. He mocks, or what?! Okay, we'll figure it out on the spot.

Zedivian is on the "heel" of the boot of a crazy God, and to get to him, you need to go down on the south road. The Fortress Kishel's Fortress is grammiths. Shamans were especially dangerous, but it was from them that I was selected with the focusing crystals needed to activate the vessels. Three shaman - three crystals. Everything is simple. The resonator resembled a huge druss of mercily shiny crystals. As soon as I touched at him attenuator, a low vibrant buzz rang out, and the crystal was shrouded in shut-off discharges. The ancient halls of Zediviana came to life ... I stepped into the teleport opened in the wall.

And I almost screamed when I was called an unfamiliar dark elf in the scarlet silk mantle. Kiliban Nerandil, the keeper of Zediviana. He explained that the fortress serves as a kind of test for candidates for the inhabitants of the trembling islands. Curious system. Either die or go crazy and be accepted as an honorary guest. And now, when for the first time in many years, Zedivian was activated, it was my honor to decide the fate of the aliens. Kill them or throw in the abyss, whose name is madness ...

I went to the lattice and pressed the face to the cold rods, followed by a huge hall. It just entered three treasure hunters. In the middle of the halls sluggishly trampled little Gnarl - you know something like a walking tree. In my power, it was either to raise a dozen conferment to the aliens (such a cute company is very difficult to resist), or increase the chamber four of them against the current and with the help of hallucinogenic gas to make victims believe that a walking tree wants to destroy them.

I was sorry for these people. Anyway, they were doomed. It would be easier and merciful would be killed by them, but for me why it seemed that such an outcome would not like to taste Lord Shigratu. No, not so - it will not entertain it. Shaking, I press the right button. Gnarl Ros, until the head of the ceiling was touched, and then chaotically noticed around the room. I saw from above that he was harmless, but the twisted fools fell into a real panic. After some time, the illusion was dried, however, the goal was achieved - one of the strangers, squeezing whiskey's palms and mumblowing some kind of misrasion, fell on the floor, and two others appealed to flight.

In the second hall there was a cell with reasonable treasures. Locked. I could activate a fiery trap - or reset hundreds of thousands of keys on the amazed korestolyubtsev. Let it be suitable. Well, well, ... I, no dessend, leaving the right button, and the keys collapsed from the ceiling of avalanche. Ha. Of course, the temptation was too great. The magician Syndelius with unhealthy enthusiasm fell into a bunch, not paying the slightest attention to the warning of a disturbed friend. The second ... N-yes, the greed does not bring to the good.

Strange, but the most sensible from the adventurers was an orc. Nothing, it is not for long. I quietly laughed. I was starting to like my role. Power over the minds ... It is so attractive.

Finally, the third hall, filled with blood, complete mutilated corpses ... The view was time to end, although we all had been completely entertained. It would be possible to just raise the dead, but I feel a deep disgust for undead. In addition, it is boring. Easy, almost imperceptible movement - and now the stubborn IVC falls to death, so that immediately rebel in the form of a ghost. A miserable fool, he could not believe in his death. And right, because it was also an illusion. False illusion.

Someone inside me persistently begged to get out of here, it's not too late, but I ignored these plea. Mad God will be pleased with my actions.

The reward was worthy of all efforts: the sword of the sunset is ... or dawn, depending on the time of day. I fell in love with this weapon at first sight.

The exit from the fortress was attacked by strange creatures in the same gray armor - knights of the order, as Kiliban called them. You need to immediately report on their appearance of shigorat!

It is important: Understand the order falling from the knights of the heart. They will be very useful for you in the future.

Court intrigues and their consequences

I can not say that he was pleased with these news. Rather, on the contrary. But then something finally cleared. Now I know that Jigglag, the lord of the knights of the order, is also a daederic prince, only a dull and disgustingly correct, according to my Lord. But first I needed to learn the land that was to defend from Jiggaga and his gray Horde. And at the same time to get acquainted with the rulers of both houses - the Duke of Mania and the Duchess of Dementia. By the way, now I could call Huskilla to help at any time (he could, really, except that the Council). Enjoyed by the laughing chigen, I practiced in this spell, while in the colorless eyes of the submissive vane, did not overtake the coils of rage. Then I left the poor man alone.

About poisons and pleasures

Tedon is charming with languid voice and sweetish manners. I found it in the conservatory of alkony; He danced among colors. Pretty graceful for a man. He asked me to find and bring him a bowl of inversion. I do not know what it is, but what little things ... I will ask the courtiers. From the Argonian, I learned that the bowl is in the root hole, and to get to it, you need to accept hellly dew (Felldew) - the substance produced by the insects of the Elute. The lizard so diligently took the glance and so unnaturally assured that everything is easier orange, - here and grammit would become clear that she is silent about many things. I had to go into the move all my charm. Yeah ... Dew This, it means, a dangerous drug causing instant addiction. Especially harmful to health, but the bowl can help grief. Now it is clear why it is a padded to the forbidden pleasures of Tadon ...

I found root hole on the map - it was north-east of the capital and east of the camp of hopes, if you go through the northern road. Not so far.

I was lucky, I gathered a hell of the dew from the very first Elita's root hole. I didn't really want to use myself this dirtyule, but otherwise the entrance, hidden in the roots of a huge stump, refused to open.

It is important: Collect the dew from all the oncoming elites (the bersers of poison easily learn from the emerald luminescence of the tel). The drug action ends extremely quickly, and it first reduces your characteristics, and then health. Meanwhile, your path will be very long - the cave is simply giant sizes.

I managed a thousand times to curse Tadon and his bad habits while I got to the bowl. Yes, I had to finish off a few guarded drug addicts. They did not know how to fight, although despair and fear attached to them. But at least a bowl cured me from an annoying dependence, barely took her in hand.

The duke gave me a place at the courtyard to the return of the inversion bowl. True, the sense of this ...

About trust and conspiracy

Since the duchess of the dementia of the forces, there was even more fun. The first time in life happened to try myself as a great inquisitor, revealing a plot. I got the impression that the conspiracy is indicative and noisily reveal, even if it is not, if you understand what I am ... yes, the forces are known for its tedious suspicion. In the assistants, I was attached to the Master of Herdira Master, an amateur to untie the stubborn languages \u200b\u200band the big enthusiast of his case. I think we will work out.

Let's start with the approximate. Redgard Keitlan seemed to me to disgust with an innocent simple arbitrary, but the lady Anya Herrick, the tears of the wischable Herdire's hazing smisling Herdir, so frankly frightened that everything was clear with her immediately. She, though, tried to lock, but ... It's nice to work in a couple with a professional.

So, Ma'zdda. If I do not change my memory, this halit lives in the cruzibla. He turned out to be a stubborn little infection and demanded evidence. Otherwise, they say, and nothing to talk about. The questions were not given anything, Herdir absoluted completely, and then I decided on a particular ... um ... try happiness in the tavern. The hostess of Oyoy - her was called the sick Bernis, - the ever-compared to malaise, real or imaginary, did not resist long. He admitted that Ma'zdda is found at night with Nelrin, the captain of the guard of the forces. Yes, it seems to be really preparing something, I was surprised ... I must follow them. Herdir, though an excellent executioner, but keeps his flock of trolls, so I told him to wait for me in the tavern. He was so touchingly upset that no one else should be tormented ... poor.

I picked up a sweet couple in a dead end near the sewage grid, near the house of Ma'zddy. Yes, both tips of the ears were bonded. Flipped to the wall, Koshak promised to find out the names of other conspirators and appointed a meeting next night. Well, now he will not go anywhere, harboring the tail ...

I was wrong. Hajita still managed to slip out of my hands - to death. I irritably looking at his corpse, floating in a puddle of blood, I hardly realized what to do. In the pockets of the killed, the keys were revealed ... mm, maybe he managed to progress the evidence?

Praise Shigorant! On the top floor, in the buffet, there was a desired - Nelrin ceremonial sword. If you think, that is still evidence, but forces and this is enough. Let's see that the dark seducer will sing now ...

He headed the conspirators Elf Murur. I never liked this old woman. Well, fine. Duchess will be pleased ...

By the way, she turned out to be more generous than the buying Tadon, and gave me an excellent bow.

Between two fires

Now, when I already understood a little in the state of affairs on the islands, Lord Shigorat laid on me the following responsible task. As the good ruler, he primarily takes care of his subjects. For the sake of their calm, the wious God ordered the great torch of New Sheot, and this can be done only with the help of the Divine Flame of Agnon, which, in turn, should also be lit in the ruins of Sylarna with the assistance of servants of my Lord - Golden Saints (Auril) and Dark Seductors (Mazcen). UV. These latter ever compete with each other. I have them what, for the sake of a great goal, have to reconcile?! Okay, I'll get into the fight, and there will understand who and what to beat, as one of my familiar orc, the patron and a convinced peacekeeper used to say.

Arriving in Silarn, I found myself in my way between the hammer and an anvil. Like dark seductants, and the golden saints stubbornly pulled the blanket on themselves, claiming with the confidence that makes me confidently, what exactly they are truly faithful servants of the Shigorant Lord, worthy of toggling the sacred flame of Agnon in the altars of despair and pleasure. And so the detachments under the command of Grachhedrig, Ulfri and Aurmazl Kee, held one altar and sharpened his teeth for the missing. I was so climbed to play a cruel joke with both leaders and see how their arrivals stretched out, - I am sure that the Shigorat would appreciate. However, this could prevent me from achieving the goal, so I had to choose, on whose side to become. Let there be auril, their arrogance was amused me. I made sure that although the main passage for the second altar of Mazcen was guarded very vigilantly, the side halls of Anderdip are practically empty, and threw her little army into an attack. We found dark ruffles; The battle was hot but short. I struggled in my hand, the graceedrig of ulfri and sent Kee to the sacrificial bonfire.

Flame of agnon glowed again. Without fear and oscillation, I stepped into a raging multiweight, taking on the side of the sacred fire. Everything was ready to revitalize the Great Torch of the Arden Sul chapel. And here I was also elected to the side of Mania - the priest Dervelin was much more friendly than his collected and rival Arctus from Dementia, and this determined my decision.

To the heights of power

Then the Shigorant appeared and commanded me to take the place of the ruler of Mania or Dementia, so that I could rally around myself during the gray march (the opinion of the rulers themselves was not taken into account). Mad God himself intended to be quietly retired, giving the Prince of Daera Jigglag to destroy His kingdom. The top of caution, you will not say anything.

I asked both priests about the rituals of coronation of houses Mania and Dementia. Dementia I dropped immediately. Cut the heart of the duchess of forces? Rough and dirty. I prefer more subtle methods. Pour Teidon poison, for example. In addition, I like his crown.

From the Argonian lady, the court lady, I found out in detail about ritual poison - green pollen - and the routine of the day. Doubt did not doubt that it was this lizard delivers Tadon Drug. However, the location of the pollen widely refused flatness. Well, you just have to trace where it goes at noon. At the same time, it turned out the purpose of the bust of the Shigorant installed on the left side of the Palace Gallery. Good checklock for a secret door. There was nowhere to spit from the abundance of guards, so I had to take advantage of a strong chameleon spell, but pollen mined. And then it snuck into the kitchen and poisoned Tadon's dinner and his wine. It was difficult to make a mistake - the most luxurious tray and the largest bottle in the buffet.

At eight o'clock in the evening, I was sitting at the table. The duke and sweetly smiled his lightness. He was doomed, though she did not know that. After dinner, the agitated Tadon rose and began to read his last (in both senses of this word) a poem is quite mediocre, as for me, but cute, however. In the middle of the stanza, he suddenly grabbed his chest and collapsed. He's heart ripped. What a poetic death.

I gathered the blood-poisoned blood, took the chapel and splashed in the bowl on the Altar Arden-Sul. The ritual of coronation was completed, and the Shigorant nare me with Duchess mania. However, as soon as I tried to the Duchogian crown, I suddenly appeared forces and the attitude to what was happening was expressed in a very audacious form. Simply put, she wrapped the Shigorat so that even the statues were blushing, and announced that he would go to the side of Dzhiggaga. Lord, manifesting unexpected mercy, told the guard not to interfere with the grant.

It is important: Large difference in whose place you will take, no. However, the rite of dementia, in my opinion, is more boring. You need to find and kill forces. Manically suspicious duchess honors it's necessary and run away, leaving twins instead of himself. Follow it in a secret move. In the room with a littered door, find the button on one of the protrusions. It is difficult to notice - but this is the only difficulty arising when performing the task. The traitor in this case, of course, will be Tadon.

Too many crystals

The bitch forces, before escape, reported one important news - the limit is captured by the ordinal forces of the order. Here, Shigorant came into rage, and not surprisingly. The limit should be repelled as soon as possible.

I went out of the chapel and breathed cold night air. At night, the local heavens are beautiful: deep blue, blurred by a purple haze, through which unfamiliar constellations are flashing ... After half an hour I left the city.

Familiar places could hardly learn. Grown everywhere, as if the mushrooms after the rain, the crystals of the order, seemed pulled out of the ground all the paints and life juices, leaving only muddy gray. Even cheerful emerald lights, forever around me, and now slowly sedated ashes in the ashes. Houses looked abandoned. Where were the inhabitants? Is it really dead? I accelerated the step, almost ran.

I was met by the pitiful remnants of the detachment of the golden saints sent here. Even their shining bodies did not pass the ubiquitous gray. Aurig Deha said that the spire in the center of Pashar was coming to life once, and the knights of order began to appear from it. And how many they were not destroyed, the knights stubbornly appeared again. I went around the district, collecting the heart of order. Khuskill mentioned that with their help you can destroy crystals. Aurig Deha swore that the new attack will follow in the sooner time. She obviously expected the order from me to lead resistance. Well no. I do not intend to hide behind other people's spins. I am the Duchess of Mania and their lady. The bowl silently bowed his head, recognizing my authority. Pointing to swords and archers of their position, I went to the spleen. Here they are!

Not a single loss. I could be proud of myself. Now he should have penetrated into the ruins of Zeddiphen, find the base of the portal tower and destroy it, if not stopping, then at least delaying the invasion. Guess who had to drag it there ...

Zeddefen was south of the city and guarded perfectly. But it was possible to replenish the reserves of hearts. All new and new crystals of the order with a grinding rummed on my way, breaking the stone slabs, like a silk handkerchief.

Already the obelisk himself came across ... Who would you think? Shelden! Of that radar himself, who called himself the mayor of Pask. A cowardly little beetle threw everyone and hid in Zeddiphene, but he did not calculate a little and turned out to be in the pool itself. Sheden begged to bring it out. Yes, it can fight, let him be fighting, let him woven the tail. Leaving him to straighten with the knights, I ran up to Obelisk. So what did Kuskill advised there? One by one, I put three hearts in Obelisk. He shuddered, digesting the "eaten" ... and, as I hoped, he was stifled! I barely had time to bounce aside, as an explosion rang out. Paul shook, the walls went cracks ... Zeddefen shuddered, getting ready to go straight on our heads. Magnificent tombstone, which is not talking, but I am too picky. Run, Melli!

With madly kneading hearts (her, not about) I was rushing around the villages in the eyes of the halls, dodging the wreckage of columns and drowning from nowhere. Jumping out here, then there the knights also did not make life easier. Sheden has not lagged behind; I heard his heavy breathing. But at some point we still divided the fallen grille. Spit! No time for sublimation! I rushed, not dealing with the road, obeying only instinct, - and he did not let. The last door, jump - and I, choking, fell apart on the ground, not even trying to hide from the pouring rain. Ice drops flowing down the skin, at least, convinced me that I was alive ...

Flesh and blood

Deha asked me to return to the Lord of Shigorat with a report. Well, it coincided with my intentions. Now I had to remedy the work of my hands and Jairid and restore the root of the gates, for which it was necessary to unite with the Relmina Reniem. It is unlikely that she will be happy to see me, but who cares?

Relmina lived in the corner, fortresses west of suicide hill. Disgusting. I didn't even have to wander in search of a wizard - I kept the cries of pain and horror. I do not know what to do with a person so that he shout so, and I do not want to know. That's where I stumbled on terrorist, broken bodies - the results of failed experiments. Some of them still lived if it can be called that.

Relmina was engaged in his favorite thing - tormented. Where there is a simpaty to Herdiru ... Restressing disgust, I set out to her the will of Shigorat. The crazy researcher did not dare, but he sent me to the gardens and flesh for mystical components necessary to create a new guard: blood saline, bone marrow, skin membrane and breathing extract.

It is interesting: Try in conversation with Relminet to let go of the prisoners and insist on your own, no matter what. Perhaps the result will be forbidden ...

I do not know who called this place in the gardens. The usual fortress, full of atronov flesh and other "brains" relaxed. An extremely dangerous labyrinth, besides completely immense sizes, capable of discovering any interest in science.

Upon returning Relmines told me to choose parts of the body for the future guard. Wow mosaic ... Then we went to the madness gates - the place of holding a ceremony. Overlooking the gesture of relaxing, the stone circle before the bust of the Shigorant appealed to the reservoir filled with a chicken purple-blue liquid. Following the instructions, I consistently put in it first part of the body, then the components extracted in the gardens. Then Relmin appeared to unknown and terrible forces - and they responded on her call. The reservoir was swayed with a mad whirlpool, and threw me over the edge threw me on the stones ... The new guard rebelled from the bought birth.

Save beauty

If you think that these case is over, you are catastrophically mistaken. While I took the well-deserved compliments from Shigorant, the messenger grew into the throne hall and shouted that the pointed rock was attacked - the Citadel of Dark Seductors. Gray march assuck. The time of the islands has expired ...

I asked the address of the fortress. The thoughts of the boot of a crazy god - not the closest light.

Mazcen Adeo reported that the fortress was already in the hands of enemies, and heads them ... the apostate forces! Well, we bow at the same time. Forces captured by the leadership of the dark seductors Dailor, and this last should be released, because only she knew what to do with all this leaps. But, the gods, how to twist these girls when they realized that they would have to obey the duchess of a hostile home! Ha. It had pushed their audacity and quickly raised my mood.

Of course, without complications it did not cost. We easily found diver concluded in the crystalline cell, and freed it with the help of a giant bell. Actually, it is a little intended for another, but it was used. But, which is the most unpleasant, the rebel of forces captured the source of Mazcen, in which they are reborn after death. Without a source, their tribe was still destroyed.

I was convinced of the truth of these words, only by entering the next room. Divera shouted something about a frozen well, and dark seductors, soils, lifeless dolls fell on the floor. Nicely. The road to the source was not covered with flowers. My collection of hearts of order grew with each step. The well itself turned out to be literally snapped into a huge crystal pyramid. One bell is not to do here, it took from the soul to knock on all four mounted in the corners of the pacologist. Snake forces managed to leave.

In the award, I was given a set of armor of dark seductors. I grinned. In this, with the permission to say, the armor can only be calculated on the fact that the enemy himself will die - with laughter, for example, but the figure this costume emphasized not bad.

Escape Shigrata

Even the gods are not almighty. I stood stared stared at the place where the lord of trembling islands was just disappeared into the outbreak of white flame. Everything is over. Jigglag goes, and the gray march is no longer stopped. We did not have time. Rearly heard casing, and someone's hand delicately sank to my shoulder. Huskill! I clung to the poor chamener, like a ray in a dog tail. Perhaps he will come up with something!

And he came up with. He came up with that I did not fall into the fountain. Take a shigorate place?! Create his staff?! Until now, I thought Heskilla is the most sensible psychos in this kingdom. Okay, let's say, this is possible, but I am not a daederic princess! What little things, with a soft smile, they responded to me. In order to fit your, sorry, ass on the throne, this was not required. Prix \u200b\u200band priest, and the "recipe" of its creation was hidden in the library of a knife hole, which north of a suicide hill.

I expected to see the tall, the shelves stalled by dusty volumes on the dead today; Bookcases with tightly locked glass doors - storage of dangerous magic scrolls ...

But I could not think that the library of a knife hole is one person. Sedoy, chalk-pale, with cropped eyes, similar to the millennia of the starving vampire. At the sight of me, he litronly dropped the word only: "Dius". I also introduced myself.

The story of Diusa is entertaining and instructive, but I do not retell it. It is also pretty that Dius called me the components for the Schigorant, the branch of the tree of images growing in the grove of reflections, which in the depths of the ruins of Milkar, and the Eye of Sirta, a woman who saw what was impossible to see. Her abode - moaning draws.

Milkar was closer to the north-west of the knife, so I first went there. It cost me to get closer to the tree, as the obelisk in the center of the reservoir I slew brightly, and in front of me appeared ... I. I dug in a glance in a dark figure - it was like looking into the mirror in the semit. Well, Kavardak on her head. That is, I have. Gods, what am I thinking about?! Not-I called atronach flesh, snatched a sunset fang and took a combat rack - my mirror reflection ...

I just say one thing - it was not easy. But the black branch of the trees of images is gently easy to my hand, and that's all that mattered.

The packers came out much more fun. At the entrance, some young man in the lilac mantle thrown on me. He fought badly. And the mantle is pretty. Tracing or what?

As it turned out, it was my smartest thought over the past few weeks. In any case, she saved me from the need to fight with a bunch of killed messages. Well, the simpler they are!

It is important: If you try to remove the mantle, you immediately attack. We have strange ideas about reality, the right of the word ... In general, this quest can be passed in three ways, I will describe the most interesting. Other uncomplicated and explanations do not require.

In one of the lower halls, Koshak Ra'heran was discovered, which was not as an example of an opportunity comrades. He immediately recognized the stupidity in me and delightedly delighted. It seems that Sirta did not use the great love among his followers. Saying a felt speech in the spirit of "Hand's hand washes", Ra'heran demanded that I would give him a weapon - more precisely, three daggers of the apostle. Other not satisfied. Yes, I didn't care, I got the daggers. Now everything was ready for a small rebellion. R'Heranu Power, I - Eye. Fair deal.

End or beginning?

I returned to Dius, and he created the basis for Schigorant's staff. While it was just a stick. It was necessary to lower her in the font of madness in the throne room, so that the staff would have gained strength. In New Sheot!

And of course, fate once again substituted to me the footboard. The fountain behind the throne, like a tina, pore with small gray crystals. I was already shaking at one glance at them. Fortunately, the Dushka Khuskill, as always, knew everything. Madness pools, feeding the fonts, poisoned by the minions of Jighanda, and it seems, there was again the forces again. Hands screamed to strange viper ...

In the roots behind the throne hid an inconspicuous door. I always interserted what is behind it. Now I knew it. Well, down so down, in the holy of the Palace of the insane God.

Entering, I rested in the root door, all in these damned crystals. It was impossible to open it. Helped, oddly enough, manual Gnarl, stitching immediately. He feeds them, or a walking funeral ...

However, the adepts of the order, the obscurity of them, they managed to evoke almost every door in the cave. Hemps do not fight. Fortunately, the toothy chrysalide was revealed nearby, in which something clearly moved and Sheburchalo. Suddenly there was a disgusting smoking sound, and Chrysalide was stuck with Gnarl. Fu ... But the "key" was found to the doors.

It is important: Also, such doors and containers can be opened with the help of fragments of order falling with priests.

As soon as the priests of order, guarding the dementia pool, fell from my hand, the desecrated sacred waters of the crystals disappeared. Now you need to clean the pool mania.

Hello, forces, expensive, the century would not see your liqueurly! The former Duchess of Dementia got up in a pose and started a solemn-terrible speech. I listened a couple of minutes with a boring view, and then the fang of dawn put the end of this cheap palat. I do not like Boltunov.

Staff is ready, and I hold it in my hands. Does this mean that? .. Who is there?! Captain Guardian Palace urgently required my help. Hmm It is unlikely that they would dare to disturb me on trifles.

Obelisks in the courtyard were activated! Hello from Jiggaga. How I'm tired of it ... It's time to finish with this annoying daedera. Where is my heart of the order remained? In deactivation of obelisk, I have already podnatar and this time prudently hidden from an explosion for parapet. As soon as the second obelisk shook a lilapid wave, the air trembled in front of me, and a huge mercury-gray figure arose in a blinding radiance. Jigglag! "What the honor!" - I ironically stuck, it is more comfortable intercepting the fang of dawn ...

He spoke to me. Then, after the fight. But I will not reveal what this conversation was. It concerns only Jiggaga, me ... and Shigorant.

Interestingly, these stupid crystals will so much my palace?!

Notes on the fields

My story is over, however, during the wanderings on the trembling islands, I met a lot of all kinds of mysteries. Interested in?

Britter

Irila, the owner of the shop in the cruzibla, simply shakes when mentioning the biker. This is a local thief. How many times stole, so much caught. Himself to him, Eviah. Iril offered a reward for getting rid of him from the Mount-Criminal. You can, of course, kill, but not interesting. I talked with a biker. He promised to become a law-abiding disgust if I brought him five flawless pearls. Well, this good in the surrounding caves in bulk.

Final peace

A guy who called himself, called Harrus Klotumnus, was stopped in the cruisibla, and appointed a meeting late in the sewer lattice near the statue of Shigorat. I knew one eccentric, who loved night dates, called the eye. But this was still wonderful. Life to him, you see, tired, so he decided to reduce the score with her - my hands. Funny. "I will die so that everyone cried." I poded him on top of the long staircase and collided down. Probably, this is a murder, but in this place everything seems so unreal ...

Liquid solution

The mistress of the diner, sick Bernis, dies from severe illness. Only the substance that she called "Aquositary" can help her, from a blackberry bush cave. I regretted a woman and brought medicine. This cave is located near the southern road, on the left hand, and grammes in it are clearly more than necessary.

Kunstkamera

In the circle there is one remarkable place - the so-called kunstkamera. His mistress, Unaw Armin, collects all sorts of dicks and welcomes those who are ready to replenish her collection. I also brought a few pieces. Here they are: amber, seemingly resembling Shigorat, the pelting bone of Pelagius, the dust of some din, two-headed septim, the ring of undressing, blind eye is a dosage, silent black and deformed swamp mustache. I can not remember where I found them, "it must have turned over all the stones and climbed all the dungeons and islands. But it is unlikely that all the dicks that can be found here ...

Antipode hammer

In the cruzibl there is a blacksmith named Rader, who knows how to make armor and weapons from ore madness. And the Blisky Blacksmith Duma Gro-Bonk does all the same from amber. Also, they both know how to cow magical objects, but only if they bring them the appropriate matrices.

Coming storm

Hudgete Adjazda from "Finds" is confident that the end of the world is approaching, and is preparing for him. For complete happiness, she lacks a dehydration ring, disintegration amulet and pacifying pants. The ring I pulled here, in the city, in Kunstkamera, Amulet was found in one of the halls of Milkar (although it was pretty to run with a ritual torch, so that all three roasters were burning at the same time), well, I took my pants from Fimmion, a beggar in Blisse. More precisely, he himself removed them when I washed in front of his nose with a roll. Oh, these sweets ...

Nightmare Ushnara

Have you ever seen an orc before extmercy afraid of cats? Not? Well, then you should go to the crucible and talk to the Ushnar. He is terribly nervous to the presence of Hajit Bishi, and he asked me to get rid of him. Strange in this city, the concept of good-neighborly relations, the right word. I was not going to kill a poor fellow because of a whipped orc, for a hundred coins he himself found a way out of the crested. Slightly not jumping from the joy of Ushnar gave me a dishwasher riding. Pretty present - only children scare.

Wake up under the damp

Sympatheka Fanriered from Blissa complained that he could not be next to whatever the walls - it was afraid that they would hit him on the head. Fuck shoulders, I advised him to sleep on the street. He spacious and asked to find someone who agrees to change his beds. And who usually sleeps on the street? Right, beggars. Here is UNGOR, for example, was just happy to make an exchange.

Fork tickle

Argonian Bolshaper in Blisse somewhere lost very expensive ticking fork and thought that the Bolling could know something about her. Bolving is a beggar, forever murkering all nonsense like "Riine Ru". It is usually impossible to understand it, however, the major gave me an amulet who was supposed to serve as a "translator". Bolving admitted that militant heretics and zelotes from the camp of a long tooth were redesigned for the plug, which west of the madness. The plug really was found in the box under the canopy.

Work without end

Tov is a restless, the fucking inventor from Blissa builds a flying ship and is in dire need of ticks and crowns. Why does his whole rubbish, it is unclear, but he pays five gold for each thing.

Ghosts Vaitna

I heard somewhere that in the south of the islands there is an abandoned fortress Vaitern. I found it on the "heel" of the boot of the insane God, on the gravestone shallow. This fortress was populated by ghosts. It seems that some of them were the enemies of others - they are now, hundreds of years after death, they continued the endless fight, fell, got up and fell again ... The door to Vaitern was guarded by some kind of supernatural force, but I managed to find a secret entrance In the roots of the giant tree.

Inside, Count Sirion spoke to me and said that once Lord Shigorant cursed his people for cowardice, greed and arrogance and arrested them forever to experience the last day of Vaitar - the day of the attack on the fortress of fanatics, his shame's day ... they didn't have almost No hope to find peace. I searched the fortress and found three unusual things that caused my curiosity: the arrows of the altel in the weapons (the blacksmith did not want to let me in her, but I was scratched under the chameleon; and later it was also a key - on a table with an elusive meal, in the corridor), doll Desoratus In the corridor, not far from the weapon and dagger exhaustion in the secret room in the chapel. To open it, you need to press the button on the stone throne. All these things once belonged to someone. Maybe to look for their owners?

I was right. The altel was doomed to be ever guarded the mechanism of the main gate, and there I found it to give the arrows. Falling Dret fought in the yard. I returned him a dagger; He was delighted and immediately poked them into me, fuck. I have a doll after a short reflection burned on a ghost iron. And - also guess. Desdematus stopped stalking about his beloved and returned to the execution of debt. Only the greedy orc failed to convince. Well, the demon with him. I returned to the count. He admitted that he tried to escape, throwing subjects to the arbitrariness of fate, and handed me his helmet. Having closed her face, I went to the courtyard of the fortress and struck obsessed fanatics. Vaitna ghosts finally stubborn ...

Great separation

In the village of Split on the border of Mania and Dementia there was a strange cataclysm. Some fool of the wizard shared all residents on halves - dementant and maniacs. The twins of Lyuto hated each other, wanted death rivals and were ready to pay for it. I am more inclined to the side of Mania, so I destroyed the dementary half of the village, although I think it was possible to do the opposite.

Classifier

Mirilli Ulven from Haykross Obses the idea to write encyclopedia. To do this, she needed samples almost everything that grows and runs on the trembling islands. To facilitate the task, she supplied me a list and paid ten gold for each new ingredient.

Hero help

Have you heard of knights spiny? You know, this is a group of hot heads under the leadership of the son of Count Chadinala, Farwel Indaris. Once I pulled it out of alteration, but we are not talking about it. In Hale, I was met by the soldering, the former knight of the spines. He was not going to go back to Sirodil, but he wanted to get back his medallion, lost in Pakhchuchi grove, which is southeast of the city. There I found him - in the chest in the center of the grammet camp. In gratitude, Pike gave me a barb shield.

All in the field

In the south of the islands there is a rather unsightly place called Fellmur. In essence, it is a farm. From curiosity, I went into one of the houses and found Hajit Reynar Joe, who was afraid of everything in the world. He refused to even talk to me while I did not win the trust of His girlfriend Kishshi. It turned out to be quite simple. Five pods - and the cat gave me a spoon to serve to serve her confidence. This time Reinar-Joe spoke: he complained to Sindalvi, the owner of the farm, and asked to steal her notebook, as well as arrange the defeat in her dwelling. It was not difficult. Syndalvi's book gave me to read after a friendly conversation. And to run, remembering childhood, at home Elfi, knocking down cups, plates, bottles and other small smokers on the floor and thrust into the wall of fruits, it was also terribly funny.

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If you watched the film "Keepers" or read, then you understand what sense is inserted into the words "the clock frozen at the mark without five minutes midnight." For a long time, the essential content of the Varhammer was in this: everything is very bad, the haositis believe that they will be able to bring the end of time, and everyone who opposes them (and other hostile to all factions) trying to make it possible to prevent it, but the general situation from this does not change any way. Special counterparts in the "current beque" and the time that is considered "real" for a fortunate, there was no long. A few years ago, GW was finally wokened by Nekrov, brought harlequin on the battlefield and finally gave Magnus to revenge for Prospero (we wrote everything about it). And finally, from January of this year, books from the "Imaging Storm" cycle (The Gathering Storm) began to leave. Over the past three months, not only a book about the "Fall of Cadia" (Fall of Cadia), but also 2 followers: "split Biel-Tan" (Fracture of Biel-Tan) and Rise of the Primarch). And about what they brought these books into the world of Warhammer and how they responded in the hearts of the fans, it is worth talking.

"Fall of Cadia"

Abaddon decides to complete the 13th Black Crusade and arrive at the head of the new huge army from the eye of horror in Kadia. From the side of the Imperium, space wolves arrive, dark angels, black temples, sisters battle, inquisition, later the legion of the damned, imperial fists and many more. Begins the knee, Cellina appears, which inspires the defenders of Cadia. The trazine innumerable also decides to help the imperium, activate pylons inside the Cade and close the horror eye. Something goes wrong, Kadiya begins to tear, Abaddon Cellina skeins the sword, the haositis run on the ships. However, like imperials. The main characters are trying to escape, but Abaddon begins to pursue them, in order to prevent something important, capable of shaking the scales of the future war, did not fall somewhere. Imperials catch up on the moon at the square, there they are drunk in a trap. The main characters are already preparing to say goodbye to lives, as Suddenly, Eldars appear from the portal (Dark, ordinary, harlequins), divide the army of the ruler and impart imperial troops in the web. Kada bursts, the horror eye begins to grow by exponential. Outside the Galaxy, new warp storms open. The most darkest hour has come in the history of imperium over the past few thousand years.