┌---------------------------------------┐ │░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ Bloodwych ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░│ └---------------------------------------┘ (C) Vovan 254-13-41 LPR> ...Bloodwych will give 100 points to any RPG on the Spectrum (Spectrofon)... I am completely I agree with this and will add that for me personally, never liked all kindsBard Tales similar games. I sincerely couldn't to catch people wandering through the monotonous labyrinth Rintu in the hope of finding another enemy (subject). Drawing a plan seemed complete nonsense after games likeLast Battle, UFO,, etc. And when Bloodwych appeared (with one more level) then I have in mind there was no way to launch it. Somehow in the summer Filosof (a fan of the RPG genre) suggested playBloodwychtogether. I agreed and after a few minutes I couldn’t speak for a long time look how they were able to do it in the 80s DOOM-like game with modernswitch interface and the ability to play together real time... After Filosof's departure I began to understand Bloodwych'e more and more more surprised at the thoughtfulness of the plot. To those I have now reached level 4 from total 10. Vovan, at my request, began to write a tale based on Bloodwych. To this number he wrote two chapters and promised to continue him further. Read and play Bloodwych! Chapter 1. For the third day now, not a single ray of sunlight chick could not break through the low hanging thick, ominous storm clouds. Already the third for days these black clouds spewed streams of and it seemed like there would be no end to them. Already three days have passed since Marlock crossed the border of the Dead Forest and stubbornly moved towards his very heart - Bloody Swamps, among which a lonely giant the Tower of Lost Hopes rose. Previously, the forest was different: the sun peeked poured even into its most remote corners, on the branchesthe small birds chirped merrily forest animals frolicked among the mighty trees revev and were not at all afraid of the formidable predators that are simply never here there wasn't. And the people living next door love they beat this forest and did not harm it to the inhabitants. Peace and tranquility reigned in blooming Sunlane, and the forest was then called Bringing Joy. But everything changed with the arrival in the Land of the evil magician Zandik, who who mastered all four knowledges of life vykh and began to study the magic of the dead. It was rumored that Lord Zendik was coming down to the kingdom of the dead and it was from there that Ar- myses of terrible creatures that know no pity. These creatures possessed the magic of their underground kingdom, but since here they could not whether to use it, the sorcerer endowed them a piece of your power. No matter how there was, but these warriors did not need any food, neither in rest, and left behind only one trace is the trace of Death. Only black ashes the remains and the charred remains reminded that people once lived in this place. King Sunleina gathered an unprecedented army and sent wanted to fight Lord Zendik, but was defeated and fled with the remnants of his troops, hiding from pursuit. Fate led him to the Forest, where the last thing happened battle between the defenders of Sunlane and the Ar- mya of darkness. Even the Forest rebelled against the warriors Zandika, and then hecast a terrible spell ie, wanting to desecrate the Forest and destroy everything alive in him. But the original magic of the Earth opposed such blasphemy and maintained wounded the sprouts of Life in the center of the Forest. Sorcerer Zendik saw that his original plan failed, but taking revenge on Les was in his strength. Rivers of blood spilled in the middle of the forest a terrible swamp has arisen, generating new of all the demons, and in the center of these swamps is a sorcerer erected a tower, which he made a place its habitat. And Death did not allow to rise sprouts of Life, and they remained buried in the center of the Forest. The High Council was seriously frightened Countries: warriors from all provinces gathered and all the masters of magic to repel the enemy gu, but for some reason Zendik was in no hurry to cross through the Sunlane mountains. The wizards locked themselves in in the Secret Tower and didn’t leave for a week yes. And when they came to the High Council, then reported that Zandik's army was indeed recruited in the Kingdom of the Dead, but the power of the spell knowledge does not allow them to go beyond Sunlane. After several hours of meeting The council decided that since Zandik could not leave because of the mountains, you shouldn’t go down yourself to Sunlane, because you can't help the dead, but the living will protect with greater benefit borders of the kingdom. And only wizards understood the whole threat from the sorcerer and tried to find a way with himcope with. Chapter 2. For the third day now Marlock had been walking through the forest, wrapped in a long cloak and hanging low nuv hood. It was not from the rain that he tried to hide tread as the raindrops gently circled his figure, obeying the mental order of the young magician. The cloak hid the horror - a burn on the left side of his once a beautiful face is a sign awarded Marloka is one of Zendik's servants. The young man tiredly leaned against the huge crumpled tree. It was to sit on the ground impossible - there is so much water that the entire forest resembles a giant quagmire, lying in wait - warning the careless traveler (right) Yes, I haven’t set foot on this land for many years human leg, because from the people in Sunlane there is no one left). Marlock corrected you - a white strand beating from under the hood, deep Boko sighed and closed his eyes. Right there in front multi-colored flashes flashed through his mind's eye new paintings. ... - Run, son, save yourself in the Forest! - the blacksmith pushed the 10-year-old boy into side of the village exit, at the same time hitting the tall warrior with a heavy hammer. The boy looked around in fear. "Where these came fromscary people? Why are they under Are they burning our houses? Can't my father really do anything?" - thoughts rush through like a whirlwind - were in his head. Royal warriors fought bravely, but they were incomparable not enough. Here an unknown beast jumped, and two soldiers fell with broken skulls. Here the centurion moved in a big way along some skeleton, and it crumbled into dust. And so again a strange beast, now it is clear that he looks like a huge black wolf with spikes with your tail. He rushes towards the little one a boy frozen in the middle of the street, but in for some reason the last moment turned sharply rushes and crashes into the royal squad ka. Two intertwined bodies rolling on the ground le, then the black monster rises to paws and silently rushes to the end of the street. - Run, son, what are you waiting for!! - the blacksmith tries to get between the boy and an approaching figure in a black cloak. Su- society stretches out its arms and breaks away from them fireball. The blacksmith's body disappears in the bright what a flash, a clay house standing nearby flares up like a torch. The boy is thrown away to the side. He cries, he feels strong pain in the left side, but even more painful on the stick your head in and see what's there. The approaching cloaked figure suddenly makes terrible wheezing and starts to feel awkward fall to the side. Someone's warm hands close the child's eyes andhe fails to sleep... ... A small house in the mountains. From the first It’s not so easy to notice him at a glance - it blends in so well with its surroundings by the rocks. An old man with a long beard sits in front of the fireplace and stirs some brew in a cauldron. Horse stomping can be heard in the distance. The old man listens for a couple of seconds, and then continues his work. After a few minutes the sounds stop, only small ones pebbles skip in front of the door and fly further into a deep abyss. Spray on top a tall, dark-haired man in a wearing an ugly raincoat and enters the house. The elder turns around and nods affably to the newcomer. The messenger kneels and hands him sealed envelope: - The High Council asked you to hurry up sewed. Then he gets up and leaves the house. The old man sits down next to the man lying on the skins in the corner for the child and wipes it with a damp sponge his face. A white strand comes out from under black hair boy and old man with a smile corrects her. Some inexplicable pe- the chal lurked in the depths of his eyes... etc...
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