2022-09-18 15:32:43Eighth day of the month of the First Thunders
Free Ka-Yi
Rule of the day: "The enemy can deceive and frame, but not betray."
"Stellar Rivers Lot" indicates:
“A leisurely day full of misunderstandings, incidents, surprises.
The best time to correct the mistakes made, because the gods do not interfere: they rest with Ka-Yi. The main thing is not to lose anything, not to miss, not to forget and not to get confused in a series of tasks and duties, remembering that the surprises of fate are not always sweet and pleasant, and you yourself will have to answer for everything.
Antrea, suburb of Neari,
morning watch
From the first time it was impossible to quickly find the gate in the hedge, unceremoniously entwined with lashes of wild roses - I know from my own experience. No, honestly, when Vig invited me to his house, but at the same time asked me to come in “from the back door”, although I was surprised, I decided that it would be up to me. Like any business at seventeen, of course. But when I found myself in front of a thick green wall, from which terry buds stared curiously and mockingly at my confusion ... I calmed down a little and hurried to enlist the help of not only bad self-confidence, but also the brightest that I have. No, not mind. Your hair. Of course, I had to spread my brains, where without it? But the main thing turned out to be quite different.
What are flowers? Plants. Feel the depth? Not? And I didn't feel it right away either. Plants. That which is growing. And animals, fish and people grow, which without any doubt are living beings. What conclusion can be drawn from this premise? Twigs, leaves, flowers and blades of grass are no less alive than we are. So, they know how to memorize and, most importantly, remember. Thanks to the liquid flowing inside them.
Actually, it is on this property of water that my hereditary obligation is based. I am reading. Water. Of course, in a fluid state, it is not able to store any information for more than a day, but this is enough. And if you freeze, you can achieve almost "eternal" storage. As it was explained to me during a long and tedious study, water is one of the most amazing substances in the world. In fact, only it can be liquid in its usual state, harden, becoming ice, and, finally, weightlessly hover between us, turning into steam. And since even the most inept magician knows that the easiest way to hold a spell is in an object with an ordered structure, that is, in a crystal, the ability of water to become so did not go unnoticed. Of course, it’s not enough to notice: you also need to apply the discovered property with benefit. Well, for this, craftsmen were found who ... And they degenerated me into the world. That is, people like me. Reading water.
Although, to be completely sincere and accurate, I read vapors rather than the liquid itself, and quite easily and simply, because I have a suitable reading tool. Hair.
Yes, yes, it is hair, which (just don't be surprised!) Also has a very, very ordered structure. Almost crystalline. And they have the ability to absorb moisture, while darkening and curling curls. Not everyone, of course, but I can swear: many have noticed the described changes in humid air. So, being absorbed into the hair, water vapor becomes available for study. Moreover, depending on the length and method of hair styling (all kinds of pigtails or a multitude of hairpins), it is possible to find out the extremely accurate and complete meaning of the information brought by water without much effort of the mind and strength. If you know how to do it. I can. But, hand on heart, I confess: it would be better if I didn’t know how. Because it is one thing to use this ability for the benefit of the state and its people,
So, I found the gate, using my talents. In other words, sniffed. I will not say only that the roses willingly revealed to me the secret I was looking for; up to that time, I had practiced more on reading those who run on the ground, rather than holding on to it with their roots. I had to seriously get down to business, devoting at least a quarter of an hour to the study of floral aromas. It’s good that there weren’t many passers-by on that street that day, because a guy standing in a column with his eyes closed would certainly have caused surprise in Viger’s neighbors, very close to alarm ...
Each of us has water, and quite a decent amount: I don’t even take into account the blood, which can draw a whole bucket. I'm talking about different water. About the water that is contained in the tissues of our body and comes out, for example, in the form of sweat. Yes, most often when a person sweats, it is felt. Everyone who is around. True, not everyone will noticeably “smell”, especially if they use fragrant ointments and infusions. But the most curious thing: water evaporates from our skin ALWAYS. At any point in time. This means that a whole book hovers around us, each of the pages of which are moments of our life, carefully preserved by water. You just need to be able to read it. But steam can't hang in the air forever, can it? It settles, soaking in ... Whatever it takes. In clothes. In the tapestries hanging on the walls of the room. In ... rose bushes, which we walk by every day. And those (that's because bastards!) And do not think to part with their memory. I had only to distinguish the notes characteristic of Vig in the fragrant breath of flowers, and the desired was found. By the way, as I later guessed, this was one of the small examinations arranged at the insistence of Kallas in order to verify my fitness for service. Of course, no one directly confessed, but it was stupid to be offended in hindsight. And for the future (so as not to waste any more energy in vain), I simply remembered the number of steps from the corner to the gate. in order to ascertain my fitness for service. Of course, no one directly confessed, but it was stupid to be offended in hindsight. And for the future (so as not to waste any more energy in vain), I simply remembered the number of steps from the corner to the gate. in order to ascertain my fitness for service. Of course, no one directly confessed, but it was stupid to be offended in hindsight. And for the future (so as not to waste any more energy in vain), I simply remembered the number of steps from the corner to the gate.
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Four hours, this, of course, is not a complete rest, but at least it turned out to freshen up a little, otherwise, in fact, a day on your feet fogs up your mind. He called Dmitry, found out which of those present was more respected, and on his advice he called three more. I need people who can be senior in my absence, and for this I need to explain what I want from them and what the plan is all the same. I had a conversation with Dmitry, because I know him better.- So what did you think, Mirage?- A little about the situation: the streets are clogged with undead, I did not find the living from the word at all. Apparently we are the only ones in this city. Now about the main thing: while reading a book about the undead, I found an interesting fact - after death, the bodies of the undead are burned, as they burn well, like an oiled rag. There are thousands of bodies here, outside the walls of the city they lie in a dense ring to the very walls, and in the city itself, although not so m
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The further path was marked by the passage of a dozen more traps. And finally, in front of me is the wall of the secret passage. The hope of getting out outside the city was not destined to come true, gently opening the sash, I slipped out in invisibility right behind the zombies. Moreover, the zombies stood in a tight wall, shoulder to shoulder, and so far as the gaze spread. In order to inspect everything, I carefully climbed the wall to the roof, fortunately, my stealth skills have already taken a big step forward, and I'm not talking about the level of invisibility, but about understanding how to put a foot, how to move silently, which side to enter , so as not to impersonate any third-party factor.The view from the roof amazed me. All the streets were densely packed with standing zombies, they stood everywhere, on every free heel of space, all the floors of each of the buildings were occupied, where there was an exit to the roof, they stood on the roof, and all this without a si
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We were very lucky - by the time the undead broke into the city, we had blocked all the passages and windows, remade the chimney, closed the fresh masonry with oak shields, and collected firewood and supplies. And, most importantly, while working, people gained the determination to fight, now there was no crying, but only quiet and calm conversations. The people who showed their leadership qualities during the work organized the sorting of supplies without mention. The breakthrough occurred in the evening, at which time the parapet¹ of the bodies reached the top of the wall, and an avalanche of undead flowed into the city. We could not watch everything, I wanted to go out in invisibility for reconnaissance, but there are so many undead that they will trample the invisible. Therefore, one had to sit and listen to the growling, the beat of thousands of feet shaking the ground, and the screams of people. I really wanted to help them, but there was no such opportunity, our she
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Finally a city. The transition turned out to be tiring, so I decided to rest in the city for a day. The town is small, but located on an important trade road, so many caravans stop here all the time. The walls are not high, but thick enough, they are more from robbers than enemies from abroad. I decided to stay at the Prancing Pony Hotel, which is run by a young couple with a young son. I liked the hotel with a simple but interesting style. When I went inside, I was amazed: a simple house on the outside, unremarkable from the rest, inside looked like a marvelous garden. All the walls were covered with vines and, remarkably, with bunches of grapes. At the entrance, a security guard stopped me and warned that it was possible to pick grapes, but only visitors to the establishment, and as much as they need for food now, cannot take grapes with them to their room and take them out of the hotel. A reasonable rule of thumb is to ensure that there is eno
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It seems that the job is done, but it's too early to relax. The first desire was to wake up all the slaves, but after a little thought, I decided that it was better to leave this matter until the morning. Firstly, it is difficult to predict the reaction of people to a man in black who appeared out of nowhere and soaked fifty people. And if this appearance is also at night, but by the light of fires, uuuu. So we clear the leader's tent from the corpse and climb there on the bainki. The morning is wiser than the evening, although it is not clear why, the evening is older, which means that he has more experience. As soon as he fell into bed, he immediately jumped from a sharp cry right above his ear. This is the same girl who was with the leader, I was in the middle of a fight and forgot about the poor fellow, and she sits there, shaking, apparently, she hid here all day, and I accidentally lay down on her. And once such an incident happened, you need to calm down. To begin with, I took
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The day was beautiful, today I had to drive through a pine forest. The sun broke through the tent of branches, playing like bunnies in the morning dew. The camel, to which I never bothered to give a name, easily walked along the coniferous carpet, breathing easily and naturally. Today I was going to make a decent push and leave most of the trip behind me. The road ran easily, from the soul poured out of nowhere a pop-up song: “You are a sailor, I am a sailor. You are a fisherman, I am a fisherman. You are on land, I am on the sea. We will never meet." Further, for the life of me, I don’t remember, but I sang these four lines for probably an hour, until a branch from a fallen tree flew over me. It was so unexpected that I choked on a sailor, and then, by inertia, it turned out that I was a crack. I didn't think about it, didn't think about it. I am sitting, thinking about the intricacies of fate and the love of a sailor and a quack, and what should she do, poor fellow,
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