Competition: “Dragon Age 2 – the kid went to success!”[Upd 2]
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The bottom line is this:
You are refugees-snobberry, whose native hut was burned. The goal is to get to Kirkvolla with the remnants of the family, where relatives seem to provide a roof over their heads, hot chicks, warmth, comfort and joy. But the trouble is: upon arrival, you are faced with an obstacle in the form of an armed temple, who put on your troubles and does not let in a crowded city. What to do? There is no sense in attacking – hijacked right away. The walls are high. Water on three sides, and outside the horizon is only a starvation death.
The authors of the two most interesting and original answers (500-700 signs) will receive prizes to the question:
First place – Dragon Age 2: Bioware Signature Edition
Second place – "Dragon Age 2. Expanded edition "
UPD: Winners from Moscow will be able to get discs, the rest – activation keys in EADM.
UPD 2: The competition will last March 15!
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If the templar is talkative: I will talk to the temple, about troubles in the world, about hunger, and faith. When to take confidence in confidence in showing any combat scars. If he agrees to remove the helmet, I will grab the amulet protecting it from magic, and at the same moment the magician will have to use the sleep spell on it (the most inconspicuous way), if it works, I will shout to the guards that the magicians killed the templers and ask for security in the city (throwing a cube for diplomacy). If everything goes successfully, then we are in the castle. If not, then there is only an option to cut their throats, throw a weapon and run into the city, report to the guards and the templers with some bandits.
If the templar is not talkative: Under the cover of the night, we must find a mound, in a radius of one hundred meters (preferably smaller) with a view of the templers, and install a crossbow on it, but so that you can make a trigger that, with a signal from a decent distance, must get the temple in the throat, and even if it’s not in the throat, it will still kill a hundred meters from a hundred meters). And then we run the whole family to the guard and report that the temple is killed by some bandits, and we, under pain of death, want to hide in the city from them, the gates are closed, and Profit!
The option is the last, and the most tragic: The oldest person in the family should sacrifice with his own skin and kill the Templer from the distance. Guard will run to grab him/her, and we penetrate the city.
And you can also climb under the cart with the provisions, though everyone will not succeed and someone will have to die, either from hunger, or from dark forces. = (
I remembered the film the Lord of the Rings and the game Assassins Creed 2 … From that fourth side there should be a hole in the wall (with lattices), the so -called drain sewers. This is a classic way to get into the city if there are no other ways. I think everyone understood me.
“Life is a huge number of elections https://noaccount-casinos.co.uk/review/slots-amigo/ that stand in our way,” thought Hawk. But he said nothing – in the virtual world there were only three options for conducting a conversation and all of them were equally acidic. The templar was waiting for an answer, for an entire hour trample on one patch and menacingly glancing at the interlocutor frozen in indecision in indecision. “But if so, do I live? After all, my choice is limited. Maybe I am just a mechanism, a doll, having a merry creator?" – once again a bad thought flashed -" Eh, to reach out … Yes, it is impossible – there is also a ban. So you have to stand here, like a good. Eh, another argument in favor of my artificiality. So, what is my choice, in the end?". You can ask the temple friendly, colorfully describing the difficulties through which I had to go through in order to reach Kirkvolla. Hawk looked at the warrior’s stone face: “No, you will pierce his hell. What are our more options?". He can put the temple with a joke, saying that such a strong warrior like him did not fit guard the gate, like a guard dog. And even more so to bark at those who want to go into these very gates? “A dead number – this block for such crooked subcutics will never succumb,” the future champion noted with despondency. So it remains to say to him: “Skip us alive, nits, otherwise I will gut you like a frog and hide the guts in the trees!", – read the last version of the answer Hawk -" No, figures, I did not subscribe to suicide. Heh, because I will not move anywhere if I do not answer. So this is definitely not a real life. On the other hand, how do I know what real life is if my experience is based only on impressions of this world? Either I am not his product, or I am a creature from reality, a real, uncomplicated. Which for some reason was stuffed here. But I don’t like something here … I want to back to my place, I want to return, help, save. ". But the drawn walls were silent. The templer was silent and his time has not come yet. And only the player nervously, cursed under his breath, trying to decide which of the answers the stupid scriptwriters Bioware consider the most correct ..
1746 signs. This is not a problem? : 3
I would go in search of a monkey, leaving my family at the temple. Finding a monkey, with the help of coal, I would teach her to draw. In the end, I would have a city plan and a monkey-artist. The next step is the construction of a hellish machine. After walking on the ashes, I would find a piece of board, plate, fork, fabric, bottle, corpses, swords and disk of Dima Bilan. The monkey draws the drawing and is engaged in calculations (at the same time I would train Makaku and mathematics), while I make a screwdriver out of fire and stones. Having finished, using a screwdriver and drawings, we collect VAZ 2105. We fill it with mats and go to the city. We come to the Templer, carefully park. We still have a plate and a bottle. Together with the monkey we make a springboard, a missile accelerator from a plate and bottles, load a family, accelerate on a vase and using a springboard and accelerator, we jump over the wall. Voila, we are in the city, we have a car and a monkey-artist-engineer. Double benefit.
Yes, everything is simple (immediately out of the spelling) you need to do as a so -so. We got to the foot of Kirkvol on the ship. For us, it is absolutely not a sorry for the left. Torks stand along the walls is very excellent. We ask relatives to arrange a scandal. We attract the attention of the crowd. I take a rag myself can be torn tore (the relatives will give new ones later) we light them from the torch and set it on fire to the ship. We are waiting for when to flare up and a fire is a fire. Since there are only some refugees near the gate to all the pods (my hut with the edge) no one to extinguish not a rh. The main temple itself naturally will not go, but he will send his guard. Then we put the cowards scorched under the noise, we put the kamuyt from the talpa, show it with your finger on him and omnom is it he is a fabric, they say relatives will hold us. The fucked man naturally confuses and begins to rewind fishing rods. Then the main guard noticed that the guy runs away naturally takes all measures to detain it, the case smells like a medal (well, or they will give a letter). Well, we go to the city for dinner under the noise of the wave))))))
Having come to the Kirkwell, I immediately went to the entrance. But I was stopped by the templeman, angry as hell and strong, like a bull. It was well armored, so the probability of piercing it with a hiking knife immediately decreased to zero. I tried to talk to him, tell about our position, but he was not just a callous cracker, but a capital -mild stump. Realizing that I just didn’t get inside, I walked away and examined the area. The wall is too high to climb it, besides there are no protrusions on it. There was a forest nearby. Then I decided on a banal distracting maneuver.
The night came. We made a low shaky structure, on the top of which we put a heavy stone. Not that very heavy, but its weight is enough to collapse loudly. It was a shaky enough to fall from a small push, but at the same time stable enough to resist the non -winding wind. And, here he is, the moment of truth: I threw a small stone into our trap. The sound of a blow was barely audible, but what was after was much worse … she did not collapse! Spare parts creaked, the structure staggered, but did not fall. And here, on our happiness, a strong wind blew. The trap worked, but the templar only looked in this direction. Here is a lazy cattle!
For the rest of the night I thought how to go to the city and was afraid at the same time, because Moroder could attack. Fortunately, no one even passed by all night. And to even more great happiness in the morning a boy ran here, and by that time I came up with another plan.
I asked him for the banal trick: to insult the templers, and then run away from him. To the extreme, if he was too lazy, asked to throw him stones. The guy did not agree immediately, asked for money, but then, looking at us, he agreed to help.
Here he is, the second moment of truth in the day: the templer did not succumb to insults, but after the third stone that committed emergency braking about his head, he chased after the boy. Fortunately for him, the templer was in heavy armor.
We, now and then, looking back at the turn, behind which the templers with the boy disappeared, ran to the gate and that there was urine drumming on the door. The angry guard opened us, listened to us, entered our position and opened our way to the shelter. It was a triumph. I hope that templeman capitalized over the tower with a stone, and the boy was able to run away.
Why all these ideas to the templers? Why be like hundreds of other refugees trying to appease, scare, deceive, pity, kill the Templer? Why should you be like these beggars? Thoughts in the future!
All you need for starters – fishing rods for your whole family. As we see, there are a lot of fresh water around Kirkvolla, we will extract from this! First, we catch the fish and hire ourselves workers-priestbrides for food. We quickly erect a small hut by the forces by the forces, where we will live and trade. Secondly, we begin to sell this fish (if refugees have money) or exchange it for clothes. We build a second shop – now oriented on the sale of underwear. Gradually, our business is expanding, and now we are handing over the housing with wealthy refugees, which are not allowed by the harsh templar. We organize farms, with wild pigs, horses and birds throughout this territory. Gradually, when the money is settled in the pocket in order, we hire bandits and their forces rob the convoys going to the city. Open shops with decor items, artisans are little pulling towards us. We build hotels and sell houses with farm plots. Among the poverty we open the "Factory of Stars", and then we build a theater, circus and other cultural institutions. Due to problems with the supply of Kirkvolla (someone robs food wagons;) and overstated prices for everything, some of the townspeople move to us. Gradually, we erect a picket fence around our province. We declare a set in city security, thereby stealing personnel at Kirkwell. Thanks to political and economic stability, the birth rate goes off scale, thereby we expand the boundaries of our town. Draw one of the rivals, and at the bottom we find gold. We open the mines and start a trade policy with other provinces. We revers the city with a stone wall, put our son at the head of the guards, now his task is not to let the templers from Kirkvolla into the city of the templable: 3
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As soon as our hero was at the city gate of Kirkvolla, he saw a man in front of him. “It looks like this is a temple,” thought a tramp. The temple was in a shiny sun, which today was very bright, armor. He raised his eyes and immediately dropped them quickly – he did not want to waste his precious time on this vagabond. Our hero, not noticing this gaze, went up to him and began the first conversation. The tramp told him about his misfortune, about the current situation, and about the intention that led him to this city. The templar listened to his speech, yawning and glancing at his sparkling stole. Our hero did not notice this either – excited by his memory of the events that was not pleasing to him, he tried not to miss a single detail, and wanted to cause pity to the interlocutor.
After listening to all this, the templers replied: “Not supposed. The decree says: “Do not give the passage to the rich merchant and remote young man” ”. Having said this, the templeman, after a moment, added a phrase that completely finished off the unfortunate: “But the decree does not say anything about very wealthy merchants,” the templar immediately winked and extended his hand in the glove to our hero, – as you think?". “I don’t have that kind of money” – the witch hunter received in response.
“And what will you say if I give you a passage to the city,” the templar extended his head over the tramp and showed him to his companions that he was addressing them, “in return for this beauty in dark clothes, which we must leave next to me for some kind of a couple of hours to amuse my boring official leisure?" – said the temple, staring at the very beauty with curly, black, like a resin with her hair, who bashfully hid her face in a hood.
After hearing this very tempting and impudent proposal, there was no shadow of doubt on the face of a noble hero. He knew he would choose ..
Here our hero did not loudly call a man whose name seemed an unusual templeman. It seemed that the dog could not hear this call, but it was heard. A person of medium height jumped out of the cart, in a leather jacket and with a sword behind his back. The first thing that caught the eye of the templer was a wanderer’s milky-whitened hair. “Strongly, an old man,” thought the temple. And here this very “old man” will run to the templeman, taking out the light, sharp, like razor, a sword that the templar shuddered, surprised at himself: he saw the creatures and heavier, but reacted to them not like now.
These were his last thoughts. The wanderer, having dissected himself in the semi-pirouet, cut the templers with the very tip of the tip of his sword. The blow was not strong, but very accurate and fast. Immediately after the blow received, the churmered sprayed blood on the throat with a strong stream – the only open place on the body (this was the gap between the chest armor and the helmet). The templar grabbed his throat, opening his eyes wide and opening his mouth, trying, as if, to say something. He did not stand for long – after a couple of seconds he began to stagger from side to side, stumbled against a stone and fell on his back. A thin stream of blood fled from the open mouth of the fallen, and the deaf, quiet wheezing came ..
The wanderer’s blow was so fast, professional and unexpected that none of the guards noticed him. And if someone noticed, then those, sparkling heels, were carried away from the “blond devil”. However, as always ..
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