They cause strong damage with Darkness and have a natural predisposition to magic. But they cannot tolerate even the weakest applications of the spell of Light. Not recommended by the game developers.
Goblins…»
I won’t even read it. Werewolves, vampires, goblins – it’s all not about me! Where are the people here? Play is how to play. I don’t want to be some green creature.
«Are you sure you want to become human?»
You ask again!
– Whose side are you on? – asked a female voice. -Are you one of the conquest conquerors, or are you a Freed, a supporter of freedom? A new war between the Frieds and the Conquests is very close. Are you ready to take part in it?
A window appeared in front of me with two options:
«Yes, I’m ready!»
«No, this game is not for me!»
I pressed the first button.
– I hope you will use all the knowledge you gain only for good? – the girl asked. A window appeared:
«I am a conquest»
«I am Freed»
I don’t like playing as creeps, even if you kill me. There is already enough evil around to go over to his side in the game. Therefore, I chose the local equivalent of frips – frids.
– Excellent, I didn’t doubt you, valiant warrior!
The gray haze cleared, and I was able to see the face of a new acquaintance. A fair-haired elf with long hair, blue eyes and large breasts. We stood with her in the middle of the forest. Now I could walk, and not just stand on a small island in the middle of the dark. It smelled of moss and dampness. Birds chirped. I’m not good at biology, especially fairy tale biology, so I won’t tell you which ones. There are trees around with thick trunks, I think they are called oaks. Grandfather Sanya, telling stories, often mentioned them. Allegedly, these grew everywhere in his childhood, and one could walk among them not only in the virtual world. A large dragonfly flew up from a huge lily and buzzed loudly.
– What is your name, adventurer? – asked the elf.
«Write your name»
He made a few movements with his fingers, and the inscription «Eleon» shone in the air in fiery letters.
– Good name. And my name is Latiel, I am the ancient protector of this forest. Ever since our people lost their home. You know the history of the elves, right?
I shook my head.
«This forest was once the home of a great ancient people – the elves,» Latiel led me deep into the forest. – They were friendly with nature, and she reciprocated. Any word spoken by the priest became an immutable truth. The magic of the elves was omnipotent. But none of the priests could think of using it for Evil.
Silhouettes of dozens of guys and girls with long ears and hair, with pupils like cats, appeared in front of me. They chatted peacefully about something, while flowers bloomed around them and birds chirped, as well as large dragonflies taking off and landing. He focused his gaze on them. The inscription appeared:
«Strekkil. Creation of nature. Mood: neutral. Power: weak»
I turned my head to what Latiel was showing me. I missed how an ordinary person joined the company of elves, moving with difficulty and leaning on a staff.
«I’m hiding from the enemy’s army,» he said. «They devastated my lands. And then one day we met them on the battlefield. But the forces were not equal, so my entire army fell. I was the only one left alive.
– What is your name, traveler? – asked the elf in the crown, who seemed to be the king.
– General Dartel. Please give me shelter! Hide me from your enemies!
«The elves were too kind and trusting,» my guide continued the story. Oh, and she’s a beauty, you can’t take your eyes off her chest, and her face is nothing. How is my turn to start a family going, I wonder? I’ll have to ask Svetka when I get back. «They have never encountered human treachery before.» And Dartel immediately understood the full power of elven magic.
Dartel approached the Elf King.
– Gerberolden! The power of your magic can destroy all my enemies! Help me, I won’t be in debt!
«We must keep our secret,» said Herberolden. «I cannot trust elven words to an unreliable person.»
– But I’m a friend of your people!
The master was adamant. But Dartel managed to tempt several priests to go with him. By that time, he himself had managed to master the Elvish language to a sufficient degree to create a combat detachment. And then one day he disappeared. The king was missing several previously faithful priests.
The picture changed dramatically, and now a picture of the battle could be seen.
– Dartel destroyed the enemy at the root, teaching the army new magic. Power tempted him, and an unquenchable thirst awoke in him – to build an empire. But then he remembered that there are those in the world who can stand in his way.
And then one day, when the elves were sleeping peacefully, he set fire to their village.
Lathiel showed me a picture of a burning forest. The elves ran back and forth, and arrows hit houses and trees on fire.
– Gerberolden did not forgive the betrayal. He declared war on Dartel. Then both clans appeared, which fight over ideas to this day. The conquests strive to conquer the world, and the Frieds protect people from their attacks.
Almost all the elves died in that war, and many others died later, finding themselves far from home and its animating power. This story was forgotten for many years.
Until one day an Elvish dictionary was found – the greatest of books in our world. Dartel wrote down all the Elvish words he knew, along with their translations and approximate transcriptions.
A new war between the Frieds and the Conquests is very close. Therefore, we must be prepared to fight a treacherous enemy. What talents do you have? What can you oppose to the enemy when the battle begins?
The inscription flashed: «Select a class»
«Warrior. An unsurpassed melee fighter, clad in steel armor.»
«Guardian.» Clad in steel armor. Able to use gambits and cause an enemy to strike himself, as well as withstand long-lasting and deadly attacks from the enemy.»
Neighbors are not my thing. I read on.
«Archer. Medium armor…» Blah blah blah. No. Definitely not.
«Sorcerer» is already more interesting than «Light armor. Deals huge ranged damage. Able to heal allies. However, he is poorly adapted to close combat, his enemies easily unsettle him.»
«Anti-Mag.
