About a month ago, I still played Arcanum. And most of all, I liked it not a plot in it, not a role system, but its world. The very idea of creating a world where magic and technology exist hand in hand, struck me. However, in the world of Arkanum, everyone took technology not as categorically as it should have been actually. I could not rewrite the history of this world, so I decided to create my own. Well, meet, read, cook cookies and rejoice.
Kh. In this story, I will conduct a story on behalf of the magician, but this is in this. I want to show a conflict between magicians and ordinary people from two sides. Well, I’ll tell you about our hero.
His name is Tim. Just Tim. Without a surname, because magicians cannot have surnames. He was born and lives in the company of the so -called "free". "Free" – magicians who refused to spend their entire long life in a cage, like animals. But in fact, they are free only in words, because they live in large shelters, often underground, and always well hidden.
You can say they just live in a different cage. Well, here. Tim is still 20 years old, and this is not enough, even by the standards of ordinary people. His parents were “free”, which means he is also “free”. He is in love with the girl Lale and his long, and from that even more boring life flowed its turn. Until today.
Prologue.
2024.
Tim is 20 years LTC Casino review old.
The shelter was calm, as always. It was another 6 in the morning, but life was already in full. In the refectory, breakfast was already distributed, on Mages Street new shields on the building were already putting on the building, the children ran and played and, it seemed, everyone was busy with their own business. In all rooms, people woke up with might and main, but Tim, it seems, was not going to get up. But his noise quickly woke up. Opening his eyes lazily, he saw the shield of the shield over the refuge and the light of the sun, which made his way through the windows. Barely overdoing the desire to lie in bed, he got up. You always have to get up. Having dressed, Tim opened the window and inhaled the clean air, not extinguished by the factories. Someone knocked slightly into the room. He already knew who it was:
-Come in, Lale.
A beautiful girl of about nineteen entered the room. She had the eyes of the color of the pure sky and brown hair. Walking around the room and crouching on a chair in the corner, he said:
-Hi Tim. You overslept. Again. Wait for thrashing from the elder.
-I am not for the first time, Tim said and grinned. -I probably have a gift.
-Gift Leni?
-Well, yes. I went.
-Yeah. Bye.
-So far, Lee.
“I could never talk to her for a long time. NDA. Probably, until the end of my life I do not admit to her in anything, ”he thought.
However, he could not think for a long time. 5 minutes walk, and he is already at the office of the elder.
“Wooh. With God, "He thought and opened the door.
A gray -haired old man with a big beard appeared to his eyes. He was sitting at the table. In the closet, on the table, even on the floor lay books and scrolls. In the far corner lay a staff.
-Elder, I ..
-Yes, I know. You slept again your training time. I was interested in it. Why the hell are we generally holding you here!?
-That is, you can just throw me out to pieces to hunters?
-Yes, Tim. We can. Eh … Father would have seen you … Okay. And now live in the basement. They are waiting for you.
-I obey, master ..
The thrashing was surprisingly short. In any case, not the same as Tim imagined. So he quickly left the office and headed for the basement. Going down at the stairs, he saw mannequins in the place of ordinary cabinets with books that he had to study.
-Master. – he said to the man who stood about one of the mannequins.
-Student. You missed the beginning of classes again. It should sad you.
-Why?
-Today I decided that you have already studied the theory well, and wanted to start practice. Or rather, combat magic.
-Right today?
-Yes.
-Now I sincerely regret that I overslept. I apologize.
-Apologies are accepted, as always. Listen now. I didn’t just put these mannequins here. You remember how to collect mana in one place?
-Yes, master.
-Fine. Now try to throw it out of this place. You should have read about it.
-Of course, a master!
Tim stood in front of one of the mannequins and closed his eyes. Mana … energy that nourishes magicians from the inside. She flows in their veins, in their veins. She allows them to live more than other people. She allows them to create things from almost nothing. Almost … the church was long destroyed, but the idea of the afterlife in the brains of people was deposited. For a long time, people could not understand where the magicians take the power for magic. And finally, after thousands of experiments on them, they established from where.
Souls of dead people.
Magic came from the afterlife. Appeared suddenly like death. Perhaps the persecution of magicians began due to the fact that people decided-what came from life after death can only be death.
Or maybe they simply did not want to understand and accept what they did not know.
Energy was already collected in Tim’s hand. It was only necessary to focus on the goals ..
Boom!
A clean white ball of pure energy suddenly flew out of his hand. He swept around the room into the mungth of an eye and, hitting a mannequin, exploded, spinning a mannequin into pieces.
-Not bad, not bad … – said the master.
-You really think so?
-Yes. Very good. Practice here on mannequins, and I go upstairs.
-Okay, master.
Tim already struck 3 mannequins, when suddenly a shot came from above. Not the one that happens when using spells.
A shot from a gun. Mechanical gun.
Tim ran upstairs. The door was locked, and he leaned against her. From there came a voice:
-Wow! And you are not bad here, magicians. Oh, how nice it will be to destroy everything here!
-You won’t laugh!
Boom. A shot from a gun. A scream came from behind the door.
-I? I will not laugh? Ha! Guys, let’s destroy this place!
Tim was furious. He was already ready to knock the door, when suddenly a shot from a gun sounded. The ceiling suddenly collapsed, and he barely managed to bounce off. The passage was littered. Tim quickly began to rake him. Having finally guessed to apply magic, he used a regular shot. It did not help. In the end, he remembered that he had read in the same book about telekinesis. Remembering exactly how this spell is casting, he quickly rolled the blockage and knocked out the door.
Dead. All around were dead. Everything around was destroyed and burned.
Tim wandered around the destroyed shelter to the only room whose number he knew. Room number 127.
Lale room.
Everything burned. All corpses were disfigured. Some corpses of women were undresses. They were probably raped. Alive or after death … Tim did not want to think about it.
123..125..126..127.
Here it is. Having knocked out the door, he saw a charred bed and a corpse. The burned corpse in which the former beauty was barely recognized.
Lale was dead. Like everyone he knew.
Tim went to the bed. Tears rolled out of his eyes. Four short words jumped from the lips:
-I love you, Lee ..
He said nothing more. Having collected all the not burnt books in a backpack, dressing a black cloak with a hood and grabbing a revolver from a corpse of one dead hunter, he left. Everything he knew burned in 2 hours. All he knew died. In the shelter, he was no longer kept ..
Chapter 1.
2025.
Tim Burton 21.
Free. Ha. How much pride was in this word. Excess pride, because being locked in a large house does not mean being free. Magicians simply did not like one cage, and they sat in another. But you can not think that all magicians are either “free” or locked in cells,. Mages also hid among ordinary people. They lived, like them, they said, as they did not use their magic as often as they would like. Tim has such a life.
Has passed one year since the fall of the shelter. The memory of this still burned the heart and soul of a young magician. And time still did not make itself felt. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw corpses and fire. And he remembered only one person still alive.
Lale.
Sometimes in dreams he sees her. Tim dreams of dreams about the times when he lived without thinking about the future. He then thought that his life was very boring, and now it regrets that it has changed.
He did not abandon training in magic, in memory of his master. I have to study at night when no one sees. Tim disarmed one room of his apartment for training. He made her completely soundproof. It cost money. A lot of money.
He received all his money, selling books and scrolls of magicians. Of course, he completely studied them and wrote off several particularly important texts. And then I sold it. As he said in the Bureau of Hunters, he walked along the road and saw a magician. He was wounded and asked for help, but Tim shot him out of a revolver. And with a magician there were many books.
Tim also had to come up with a surname. He remembered that his father said something about what for a long time their family was called the family … Terts. It seems to be. He called Berton.
Tim Burton. And sounds.
And so, Tim Burton, the newly -made citizen of the kingdom Denton, the faithful servant of King Grandon I, refuses to accept the hunters in the Order, despite the fact that he might have killed the last of the “free” survivors, which carried half the secrets of magicians. The secretary was surprised by his refusal. And forgot him as soon as Tim left.
“If the diaries of the elders, in which, for the purpose of secrecy, all names are replaced by fake – the secrets of magicians, then I am probably King Faeria."Thought Tim.
The next day, he already bought a good apartment, and on the post -layer he equipped the training room. He had lived among ordinary people for a year, learned to use those technologies that he did not know, and did not read. He studied magic more and more and, in the end, learned to combine technologies and spells. He did not know how and why, but it symbolized.
Once, on January 7, when Berton, as always, drank in the evening in her beloved bar, a girl sat down to him. A beautiful girl, whose eyes shimmered with all the flowers of the sea, and her hair was dark red. She was dressed in a blue blouse and jeans. Her hair lay freely on her head.
She looked at Tim and the drink that he was drinking. White wine of the Andrenton brothers.
-I am the white wine of the Andrenton brothers 24 years old, please – the girl finally said to the bartender
-You, as I see, are well versed in wines. But … isn’t it better to take something older?
-No. I love young wine.
-As you want, the bartender asleep and poured wine into the glass.
The girl took a glass and drank. Sighing slightly with pleasure, she put the glass on the rack.
-2024 was … rich in events. She said, looking at Tim
-2024 was … terrible.
-Yes … he was rich in events … but … this does not mean that all events were good
-Some of them were not just bad. They were terrible.
-I agree…
-Agree? Ha. What is your name, girl?
-Velvet. For friends, just Vivi.
-Clear. Nice to meet you, Vel will.
-To me too, Tim.
-How do you know my name?
-You don’t remember? Children often bummed ..
-I don’t understand
-Where do you live? – said the stranger, taking a sip of wine
-King Glory Street, house 15, apartment 80.
-Good area, ha? I will come. Tomorrow. Wait.
The stranger finished the wine and in the blink of an eye disappeared.
-I’ll wait, Vivi. Will.
-You will order something else, Tim? – said the bartender
-Nope. Thank you, Sam. It’s always nice to sit here. You have such interesting customers here, heh. – said Tim dressing a cloak
-Phahaha! I know, Tim, I know. Goodbye.
-Yes, for now.
Tim left the bar and headed home. NDA. You will not often meet a childhood friend. At the age of 19, Vivi escaped from the shelter. She thought that sooner or later hunters would find him. And I was not mistaken. Tim thought she was lucky to escape. She did not see what he saw. Her friends did not burn in front of her eyes, her life did not collapse in 2 hours. Like Tim’s life, pre. He just survived these 2 hours and … continued to live, cherishing the dream in his heart to take revenge cruel to people for everything. For persecution, for murders. For everything. However, having lived in a society of people for 1 year, he realized that not all of them. There are honest and conscientious people like Sam. There are people who are against the persecution of magicians. But there are those who want to kill. Some of them kill magicians, some other people. And it is precisely such people who need to take revenge.
With such thoughts, Tim came home and lay down in bed. I didn’t want to sleep. Yes, and if he falls asleep, he will again dream about death, destruction and oath that he secretly gave over the corpse of his beloved girl.
Avenge at all costs.
Tim got up. He did not want to sleep, but he was hungry.
The kitchen was very clean, like the whole apartment, which is very strange for an apartment in which one person lives, while a bachelor. A different culinary utensils hung on the wall, such as pans and shoulder blades. There were cereals, forks, spoons, pots, covers and spices in the cabinets. All the dishes were neatly folded in the wall cabinet. Tim opened the refrigerator. Drinking alcohol, of which in the refrigerator there was half from everything that lay there, did not want to. He opened the freezer and took out the meat. And then put it in the microwave for defrosting. You can see the telly. Although there is little good things on it. Royal censorship.
The microwave was quenched. The meat was already ready. Tim was too lazy to get up from the couch, and he simply opened the microwave and took out the meat with the worship of telekinesis. Cutting the meat with a knife, he took a frying pan and put it on the preheated plate. Poured with oil, and after a minute I laid out the meat. Finally he got up, took spices from the nightstand and generously fixed his dinner with them. He took out pasta, heated, made a sauce. The meat was already ready. Here they are, miracles of technology! Putting all the meat in pasta and pouring a sauce on it, Tim sat down at the table. The gaze fell on the clock.
23:59:59
00:00:00
Someone knocked out the door, and Tim already knew who.
The muzzle of a pistol stared at his back.
-Hello Vivi. I’m glad to see you too – said the magician.
-Hi Tim. Nothing personal. They gave me life for this – said the hunter.
Chapter 2.
2025.
Tim Burton 21.
-You like to come in without knocking, yes?
Velvet spat out a cigar. In one hand she held a gun. In another knife. Here he is – a model of a magician who abandoned his gift. Or curses.
-Nothing personal … – said Vivi
-Shoot and you can assume that you are dead.
-You are self -confident. You will have fun to kill you.
-Murder. Velvet than you became? You have become no worse than hunters who killed all your friends.
-Hunters cleanse the world from evil!
-Robbing, by force and destroying?
-How do you know!? You ran away from the shelter! I’m sure!
-I left, Vivi. They went there as for a holiday. They killed everyone they saw. They raped some women. They burned everything. And all. They killed everyone who was dear to me and destroyed everything that I knew.
-I don’t feel sorrows in your voice.
-What do you think I would have survived for a whole year if I succumbed to eionations?
-This was to leave a trace.
-And it left. Oh, how it left! Every time I close my eyes, I see corpses, fire, death and destruction.Every time I see a hunter, I want to burn him, to tear him apart. And remove the skin from him to hang in the bedroom on the wall.
-Ha! So this is exactly what you want to do with me?
-You are not only a hunter. You are a traitor. I will kill you slowly.
The gun shot, and the bullet went into the milk, although the barrel watched Tim right in the head.
-What … how? – Velvet was surprised
-Magic gives certain advantages.
Tim was already standing behind the hunter. The revolver was in his hand. And the muzzle looked right in the head.
-You will die slowly … ”said Tim, and lowering the barrel at the legs of the Velvet, shot.
Blood poured to the floor. Scream. The scream of pain that the traitor published was well signed by Tim. He heard this scream every time he fell asleep ..
He shot again, this time in a basin. Velvet fell and screamed even more piercing.
-Screams will not help, Vi – Tim grinned – this room is soundproof.
Velvets screamed even stronger. Now she also sobbed. Sobbed like a girl from whom they took the parents. As a person who has taken all the most expensive.
As a person from whom the skin is torn alive.
Velvet sobbed and screamed in pain.
-The body of the magician will not let you die as fast as you would like to – said Tim and kicked her.
She sobbed and screamed in pain. From pain, no comparable to anything.
-You probably think why you are so painful? I enchanted bullets. When they enter a very wet environment, they begin to freeze all the liquids around them. They freeze you from the inside. Soon your fabrics will die, and you cannot use them. And although … you will not need them.
Tim took wine from the refrigerator and drank from the bottle.
-You will not hurt anyone else evil. I’ll take care of this – he said and shot her right in her heart.
The hunter makes a piercing scream and no longer made a sound. She died. It was not a very beautiful sight. A dead leg, ready to crumble from one kick, the same dead basin and heart. She lay on the floor, blood flooded and her eyes looked nowhere.
-They gave you life for becoming a hunter. I gave you death for this.
Tim looked out the window. This is true.
-Where there are one, there are ten more – he grinned, looking at dozens of hunters who surrounded his house.
Some of them were with machine guns, others already got knives, the third had crossbows and the fourth had already tucked down guns. It was necessary to act quickly.Very quickly.
Having knocked out the window, Tim shot the only sniper from the revolver to the head. He died right away, and this led a rustle. The magician jumped out of the window and, landing right in the center of the detachment, called the shock wave. Half of the hunters fell, the couple hit their heads and died. Tim launched a zipper into one of the guns and jumped. The explosion thundered, almost all the guns were destroyed. The “chain lightning” spell justified its name. One of the hunters shot Tim right in the head of Tim, and he caught a bullet by telekinesis and, charging with fire, sent back with the same force. Another explosion. Tim’s ability to instantly enchant things turned out to be very useful. One of the three surviving hunters jumped to the already almost exhausted Tim and shot from the revolver point -blank. Fortunately, in a hurry he did not have time to aim and hit his left hand. The right magician sent him on flight, right to his colleagues. Only one hunter survived. In fear, he ran from an exhausted magician, but a revolving bullet caught up with him. The hunter fell in pain. Tim took a knife from the hand of a hunter with a broken skull and stuck it to a half -life newcomer right in the throat. Everyone was dead. Tim was able to deal with about two dozen hunters in 1 minute. He examined himself. All in blood, with a shot hand, he could not just walk the streets. Burton took all the money that he found on the corpses of hunters and left the city. The hunters found him. It is impossible to happen again.
Washington is over with the city. The next stop is Las Vegas, the birthplace of the Andrenton brothers.
City of happiness, wine and vice.