The Lag (a LitRPG Fantasy Novel) by Alex Bobl & Andrei Levitsky

Author:Alex Bobl & Andrei Levitsky [Bobl, Alex]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Magic Dome Books
Published: 2015-10-11T16:00:00+00:00

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The Eye soared into the sky, flying away from the hut. Realizing what had just happened, the clerics showered it with ice spells. Too late. Attila and his friends were already out of the spell's range.

They flew above black patches of land and gleaming expanses of water rippling with fluffy bulrushes. The Eye hummed laboriously, losing speed.

"Come on now!" Beast pleaded with the steel star. "Please, Eye dear, pretty please don't let us down! Just a little bit more! Look, that clearing over there's perfect for landing!"

"We've got harpies chasing after us," Attila said. "They're still far away but there're lots of them. A whole murder of harpies."

"Oh, no!" Beast whined. "They'll claw us to death!"

The Eye made a sobbing noise and wobbled in mid-air. That was it. That was the end of their journey — but not of the marshes. It was a good job all the ghouls were still busy by the hut.

Beast's fingers were the first to slacken. Falling, he tried to grab at the Wayfarer but missed and snatched his bag instead. Attila watched him collapse into the mud at the worse possible place and sink quickly.

The Eye sped up.

"Noooo!" Beast yelled. "Help me!"

Attila waited for the nearest spot of land and jumped down. Wayfarer followed, crashing into the bulrushes. By then, the sky had turned sullen again. The Shaard barely peeked out amid the thunder clouds.

He couldn't see Beast from where they'd landed, but he could well hear his cussing and gurgling sounds. Wayfarer's staff was too short for the job. Attila saw a long dead branch protruding from the water. He grabbed at it and pulled.

"Get me out!" Beast's voice rang with panic. "The ghouls will be here any moment! Help! Are you here?"

"We're coming!" Attila shouted. "Wait! Try not to move! If you move, you'll sink faster!"

Wayfarer shoved his staff under his arm and got hold of the branch. "On the count of three!" he commanded. "One. Two. Three!"

Attila pulled hard. With a creak, the branch gave way. They pulled it out and ran toward Beast.

He was already bogged down chest-deep. He stood motionless with his hands above his head, his face and helmet covered in mud, his eyes gleaming with madness. It was a good job he'd left his heavy breastplate back in Healer's hut.

Wayfarer held out the branch. "Is my bag okay?"

Beast reached out. "No, it's not! I dropped it!"

Wayfarer snatched the stick back. "Retrieve it."

"You can't!"

Attila didn't believe his ears, either. "Are you nuts? What d'you think you're doing?"

"To get into the Citadel, we need the bag," Wayfarer said, pulling the branch out of Beast's reach. "Go and get it!"

"What do you think I am, a flippin' retriever? I'm gonna die in here!"

Attila stepped toward Wayfarer, aiming to wrestle the branch away from him, but the impartial expression in the man's eyes stopped him. Wayfarer wasn't cruel: he was doing the right thing.

Attila stepped back, stunned by the discovery. An avatar's eyes couldn't express anything, they were just part of the cartoon, no matter how expensive the graphics.

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