The Secret of the Dark Forest ( (The Way of the Shaman: Book #3) by Vasily Mahanenko Page B
Authors: Vasily Mahanenko
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description of which part of the original has been provided. You've sent me 50% of the map and I found it quite fascinating. So much so, in fact, that I am prepared to discuss the matter of acquiring the second half."
I took a break from the food, opened the map and prepared a copy of a small part of it. I looked at the properties of the copy and cursed through my teeth – it was true, not only did it bear the record of the author, but also the source from which the copy was made. Moreover, everything was editable and if I had wanted to conceal the information all I had to do was delete it. If I had only known ...
"I see you're not taking the old man at his word." I was once again greeted by Evolett's smile: he was clearly enjoying all of this. He leant back into his armchair and was in such good spirits that I immediately wanted to do something bad and unpleasant to him to wipe that smirk off his face, even for a minute. I could just take this fork and ... hmm ... What's happening to me? I somehow never noticed such bloodthirsty tendencies in myself before. Something wasn't right! After looking through all my buffs and debuffs I found the reason: Berserker, lasting 10 minutes. Bugger it! Looks like one of the dishes that I ordered caused this effect. As soon as the buffs started to land on me in droves I stopped keeping track of them, clearly a mistake. I copied Evolett's pose and tried to control the upsurge of adrenaline. The capsule did its job well – right now I felt like I could turn the whole world upside-down, run a marathon, tear Hellfire apart with my bare hands or punch Geranika's face in. Yup! The main thing now was not to lose it and not to allow myself to express any emotions. In my case attacking another player would mean returning to the mines, and was to be avoided at all costs. Unlike buffs, which could be cancelled at will, there was no such easy option for debuffs. I lost all interest in Evolett, in the food and the surrounding world and turned into a statue. I'm a lump of rock, which sees and feels nothing. I'm a windmill, through which the wind blows without toppling it. I'm ...
"Mahan, please drink this." I came to myself as a waiter shook me by the shoulder and handed me a glass containing a liquid of some kind. There was still seven minutes of the Berserker left, so it took some effort to suppress my desire to punch the waiter in the face and instead focus on what he was saying. "Please drink this. It will remove the debuff."
With some difficulty and shaking hands I poured the liquid down my throat. It burned, but my head cleared straight away; the overwhelming impulse to act left me and I could look around with normal eyes. Hmm. Where did all these people come from? There were two waiters, standing in a line, a plump dwarf, wringing a chef's hat in his hands, an elven lady in a luxurious dress and a Herald. That was all, aside from Evolett who was warily examining my face.
"Mahan, how are you feeling?" The tension was broken by the Herald's question. The crowd had exploded: the waiters were shouting threats at the chef, the lady at the waiters, Evolett at the lady and only the dwarf stood silent and downcast, his eyes on the ground.
"What exactly happened here?" I asked the Herald in return "Why did I end up with the Berserker debuff?"
"A chain of coincidences," came the chef's whisper through the surrounding din. "Who would have thought that mixing elysks and karpatosses, while washing them down with swanna and snacking on shurpilus, could result in a Berserker? This is pure Alchemy and I'm no expert in that. No-one before you has ever ordered such an original collection of dishes, so totally unsuitable to each other ..."
Yeah, that's me all right! Fear the Shaman who has landed a freebie.
"Mahan, could I have a moment of your time?" said the Herald in an official tone. Everyone around me immediately fell silent. No-one wanted to interrupt a Herald. "Please sign Form 12.4a to submit an
I took a break from the food, opened the map and prepared a copy of a small part of it. I looked at the properties of the copy and cursed through my teeth – it was true, not only did it bear the record of the author, but also the source from which the copy was made. Moreover, everything was editable and if I had wanted to conceal the information all I had to do was delete it. If I had only known ...
"I see you're not taking the old man at his word." I was once again greeted by Evolett's smile: he was clearly enjoying all of this. He leant back into his armchair and was in such good spirits that I immediately wanted to do something bad and unpleasant to him to wipe that smirk off his face, even for a minute. I could just take this fork and ... hmm ... What's happening to me? I somehow never noticed such bloodthirsty tendencies in myself before. Something wasn't right! After looking through all my buffs and debuffs I found the reason: Berserker, lasting 10 minutes. Bugger it! Looks like one of the dishes that I ordered caused this effect. As soon as the buffs started to land on me in droves I stopped keeping track of them, clearly a mistake. I copied Evolett's pose and tried to control the upsurge of adrenaline. The capsule did its job well – right now I felt like I could turn the whole world upside-down, run a marathon, tear Hellfire apart with my bare hands or punch Geranika's face in. Yup! The main thing now was not to lose it and not to allow myself to express any emotions. In my case attacking another player would mean returning to the mines, and was to be avoided at all costs. Unlike buffs, which could be cancelled at will, there was no such easy option for debuffs. I lost all interest in Evolett, in the food and the surrounding world and turned into a statue. I'm a lump of rock, which sees and feels nothing. I'm a windmill, through which the wind blows without toppling it. I'm ...
"Mahan, please drink this." I came to myself as a waiter shook me by the shoulder and handed me a glass containing a liquid of some kind. There was still seven minutes of the Berserker left, so it took some effort to suppress my desire to punch the waiter in the face and instead focus on what he was saying. "Please drink this. It will remove the debuff."
With some difficulty and shaking hands I poured the liquid down my throat. It burned, but my head cleared straight away; the overwhelming impulse to act left me and I could look around with normal eyes. Hmm. Where did all these people come from? There were two waiters, standing in a line, a plump dwarf, wringing a chef's hat in his hands, an elven lady in a luxurious dress and a Herald. That was all, aside from Evolett who was warily examining my face.
"Mahan, how are you feeling?" The tension was broken by the Herald's question. The crowd had exploded: the waiters were shouting threats at the chef, the lady at the waiters, Evolett at the lady and only the dwarf stood silent and downcast, his eyes on the ground.
"What exactly happened here?" I asked the Herald in return "Why did I end up with the Berserker debuff?"
"A chain of coincidences," came the chef's whisper through the surrounding din. "Who would have thought that mixing elysks and karpatosses, while washing them down with swanna and snacking on shurpilus, could result in a Berserker? This is pure Alchemy and I'm no expert in that. No-one before you has ever ordered such an original collection of dishes, so totally unsuitable to each other ..."
Yeah, that's me all right! Fear the Shaman who has landed a freebie.
"Mahan, could I have a moment of your time?" said the Herald in an official tone. Everyone around me immediately fell silent. No-one wanted to interrupt a Herald. "Please sign Form 12.4a to submit an
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