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Chapter 4.

Abut dwarfs

It is a short interview about a dwarf, whose body leaves her home, but not her soul. I was interested in understanding what other creatures think about this magnificent woman: Gertrude Felsen.

I won't write my stupid questions, so you will see only the answers. It will be our game! 😉

Guardian of the dwarven king: She is just a hare who runs away from her mistakes. It was her who ruined the king's reputation with the elves. King's jeweller! She was the worst jeweller in all of the Harderg (it is the capital city of dwarves).

I won't dare to write all of the words that were used by my dialogue partner.

Darig, teacher of Gertrude: I will never believe that such an honest girl could have made such a cruel deal. I am convinced that she was blamed for a mistake, and that she wasn't guilty of that tragic situation...

Barkeeper from Raintown: She is crazy! I will never serve her any drinks if she comes to my tavern! I think that magic using bitch would burn my tavern to the ground, then *I won't write this words* Gertrude has tried to flirt with her. No way! I was so afraid at that time.

As we can see she is complicated person, but still a had a lot of fun travelling with her.

Yours Fox Search

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Chapter 3.

Music of my life

Another typical tavern... It feels like the 3-day long way from the previous town never was. The meal is tasteless as always, the music played by that bard is as always boring. He has made the first glance. It means that after one song he will come to my table. Why are they so often similar? Maybe they are all clones? Oh, no... He is near. Please, say all your compliments faster and start your boring courtship. Yes! You are not like the others, you play romance to earn more money and please women, who you want to see in your bed tonight. I already hate myself for this song. Why have I written this sugary sweet music? If I only knew that each bard would sing it for me. Stop playing that romance. It is boring. I want hear the real "you".

Oh, now you want to change places... Do you know that it is so predictable? Alright, if you want to go upstairs to your room, we are doing it.

So what do you want me to hear: another romantic song or something more interesting? Now you are speaking about love at first glance. Do you how many times men of our job have said my words like that? Man, please stop it, it is my own song, I have written it for Magnificent Gary and his name was as boring as that song.

Alright, I am tired of all this shit! Let me show you a piece of real music. Yes, I don't have to sing or play something! It is all in your head, just hear the music of your life. You don't know how to do it? I will help you. Do you hear it now? Oh, why are you bleeding? No, it isn't magic, it is your music that you want to hide behind all those words and sounds. Real music is born in your mind and should sound only in your mind. Yes, now I am a beautiful monster because you don't understand... Yes, everyone has music, it plays in every mind. No, you don't want to hear mine. It is much more awful than yours, I suppose you will die. Ahm, you can run away, like it has happened with all the men before.

Another mistake, which made my way harder... But where is someone who will understand me? Is it so hard just to accept that there are no good people, that we are all monsters? At least now I have a free room.

From the mind of Isabella de Lacrua

The bard who hates music and songs

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Chapter 2

My way

I have always been different from the other villagers. They were high elves and I... I still don't know what I am. Ashy skin and white hair have always made me a black sheep in the flock. So I had a huge amount of reason not to be loved by the other children. And everything got worse when the Wizard chose me as a new student. It was supposed to be a honor for someone like me, but in reality it was like a mark on my back: You must hate me! And they did.

I think, there are no wizards who would understand the way how magic was taught to me. Master always said: Only in a strong body with an iron spirit magic can flow like a stream. So it had been 20 years before I started to learn basic spells and technics. 20 years of exhausting training and meditation, 5 more to understand and repeat the main technic "Song of Blade".

Of course, my first usage of it, except lessons, was to defend myself from the other children on the backstreet, when 4 or 5 of them tried to maul me. I had no chance to win, but at least they were injured too.

Unfortunately, it was just a preparation for my master's discontent. Old elve believed that magic is a shield. "You should defend creatures who can not defend themselves! Do not dare to waste you power and time as a killer or whatever else!" I had to listen to the shit like this for 3 days, while he was beating me up. But I still don't understand why magic is made for defence, but there are so many sophisticated ways to kill other creatures? As for me, magic is a thing that you can use a tool as you wish.

103 years had passed from the beginning of my study before I learned all bases of magic. It stopped being an experiment for me. Now I can understand all spells just by seeing them once. Master gave me two blades as farewell presents. After that, I was free like the wind. Although I have tried to understand who I am and who are the Shadar-Kai (master called me that once), I still have no answers.

Noelair (Noel)

The wizard of dancing swords

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Chapter 1

World of my sins

In a small tavern on the outskirts of the town, a group of adventurers loudly discussed a deal. None of them was looking sober and some beer mugs supported this theory. Suddenly, a man wearing a black robe came in. The barkeeper had no chance to suggest to him something to eat or drink, in a glance, the black robe was standing near a table of adventurers. Voices became inaudible. It took a few seconds before four out of five men for hire were lying on the table. A green spark lit up the tiny room and hit the last man sitting at the table.

- Now, you have got the reward for your work, - and the magician disappeared like he never was here.

This last man is one of the children of the Book. His name was lost in that accident, just like his humanity. The green spark was a hex that made him undead. His quite handsome face became white and dropsical, his eyes turned black, but no one could see it, because a laughing monkey mask covered his face. Not only that, his body stopped regenerating, and only the consumption of corpses reverted it.

Yes, the hex didn't have only disadvantages. The man became fast, now he could move like there were four of him. One could imagine adding claws to his hands, then he would become a living weapon. Not only this, but he gained his own world. Where the ground is hidden by blood, where the red moon illuminates bloody clouds. A huge smooth vertical rock stays in the middle of this world.

A lot of winters had passed until he understood, to whom belonged that blood. After each kill the ground was sinking deeper and deeper into the ruby liquid. Understanding this made him change his life.

It is hard to see how many lives you have ripped. But if the creature slain by your hand was "bad", it feels better. He began writing the names and reasons why of all the persons who were killed for money or healing. After decades it became his way of life: killing "villains" just to make his own life resonable.

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Rules of the Book.

Sometimes the crazy Book reveals its children. All of them are weird, but maybe you will like some of them. Every child has a chapter and no one knows, how it will look like: a short story, a part from a diary or something else...

So take a sit or whatever and try to not fall asleep.