The Clan (Play to Live: Book # 2)
D. Rus
Language: English
Pages: 427
ISBN: B00LYKHKTO
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Once a seasoned gamer, Max has cheated fate swapping his dying body for an immortal avatar in the world of sword and sorcery MMORPGs. He joins the ranks of a new race of people: perma players, forever stuck in the virtual castles and cities of AlterWorld. Now they have to obey the ever-changing rules of their new home while learning to live together in peace, love and justice.
But freedom and immortality are a poisoned chalice. Some of Max's new friends crave power, others become traitors and spies. Soon the first screams of pain fill the virtual world as its freshly-minted slavedrivers and torturers indulge in the absence of law and order. Their crimes provide a constant flow of gold back to their real-world controllers: the power-happy governments plotting to take over AlterWorld's magic technologies and limitless resources.
What would you do? Would you step aside and watch the magical world turn into the Earth's dark twin? Or are you strong enough to step in the virtual sharks' way?
generous handful of gems and flinging them into the red black flames that burned at the foot of the altar. The fire flared up, consuming the disappearing gems, even those that had missed their target. Lavender smoke swirled around, forming eight circles. Ruata grabbed the bloodied dagger and shoved it into my hand. "On the count of three! We'll strike together. You strike me and I'll strike you. But wait! You're going to resurrect at the other end of the world! Immortal-" she spat out an
typed away at their reports to whoever had sent them to rat on us. Thirty seconds. In the pop of a portal, the shuffling of dozens of feet and the clanging of drawn swords added to the sounds of battle as the Drow poured through the opened gate. Sixty seconds. The nondescript mass of secondary players by the entrance who'd been trying to stay away from the scene of carnage had now begun to dwindle. The pressure of the Camos had dropped noticeably. Bang! The crystal shuddered and burst in a
weeping. Logically, she could do: lots of interesting skills, like blocking pain sensations in battle. To my chagrin, she didn't have what I needed most: voluntary death. Karna, her sister. Mourning the dead, eternal grieving, greeting the fallen ones on their way to the world of the dead. Same thing: lots of bells and whistles but not the one I needed most. Finally, when I'd made my way through not only Slavic gods but also Scandinavian, I found it! Macaria. The daughter of Hades and
border of No Man's Land without success. The point of their activity is dubious as they don't seem to have the potential to breach the shield. The Korean farm alliance has completed a raid on the human city of Humas. Within the last twenty-four hours, they have taken and destroyed four nearby castles and a dozen mansions. The persistent Koreans seem to be quite happy with the twenty percent profits paid out for destroyed property. Insurance companies are said to have raised their premiums. Last
"The eggs! Master, we've found the phantom eggs!" "How d'you know it's them?" disbelieving, I asked the cleaner. "They're phantom ones, aren't they? You can't bite through them!" the goblin's voice trailed away as he took in both his foreman's glare and his raised fist. I pretended I hadn't seen it. "Come on, then. Let's just hope you're right." Ten minutes later I was climbing up the rickety steps of an inner wall tower. I walked out onto an open platform to an energizing breeze. The place