This is because he is a man of acute consciousness and such a person is automatically rendered inactive because he considers too many consequences of any act before he performs the act and therefore never gets around to doing anything.
Their motion was surprisingly stable despite the fact that they were galloping over grass. Firstly, the wheels of each carriage were magic items called Comfortable Wheels. In addition, the chassis of the carriages had also been treated by a magic item called Lightweight Cargo.
These unbelievably magnificent carriages commanded an eye-popping price, but just as astonishing were the creatures which pulled them.
The eight-legged magical beasts looked like horses and were known as Sleipnirs. Calculating the precise cost of fielding six of these vehicles was an exercise in foolishness. There were over twenty of these riders, each clad in chain shirts, armed with longswords at their waists while carrying crossbows and quivers on their backs.
Yet, a woman rode at the head of all these men.
Alone among all these warriors, she wore a suit of heavy full plate armor. She did not carry a cavalry lance, but a spear like the kind an infantryman would use. Although this band of horsemen were the very picture of mercenary warriors, their disciplined movements and their clipped, precise words were nothing like that of a common sellsword.
Their eyes were keen, and they maintained a high level of alertness. Some might have taken their wariness on wide-open plains to be a form of paranoia or cowardice, but in a world where magic was real and monsters roamed everywhere, even being on guard against everything they could see was not enough to guarantee their safety.
There were giant spiders which could survive for months without eating or drinking while lying in wait for their prey, unclean monsters which resembled banks of fogs that slid through the air, venomous lizards with petrifying gazes that one had to flee at all costs if they were encountered on open ground… They were all on edge because they were wary of monsters with such deadly powers.
However, normal mercenaries did not go to such lengths for alertness. The thing that set them apart from mere mercenaries were the invisible people in the air. They were a band of riders who were keeping pace with the riders on the ground while under the effects of invisibility magic.
There were creatures called hippogriffs in this world.
They were born from the mating of a male griffin and a mare, and these magical beasts had the front half of a griffin and the hind quarters of a horse. Perhaps it was because of their mixed blood, but hippogriffs were easier to rear and train than griffins, and they were very popular as flying mounts.
And then, there were the riders of these beasts to consider. They were not something that simple sellswords could afford. Indeed, the entire act of being mercenaries was a facade intended to deceive various people. The interior of the carriage was supremely decadent.
Judging by the furnishings alone, it was more akin to a mobile high-class suite than a simple carriage, from the furred upholstery on the walls and floor to the soft and comfortable seats, which had been designed to not cause even the slightest bit of discomfort over long journeys.
Only three people were permitted to share this luxurious conveyance with Jircniv, which meant that a total of four people occupied the space of the cabin. Although the idea of four people squeezing into a single carriage might seem restrictive and uncomfortable, that was merely the uninformed imagination of those who had never rode in a first-class carriage before.
In truth, all four of them had adequate space for themselves. He pinched the bridge of his nose with hsi thumb and forefinger, and he yawned, followed by a grunt as he stretched himself out.
Relief flowed through him as his stiff body loosened up and he yawned again. I think I was a child the last time I did that? This is the first time I feel like thanking Gown. Normally, those words would have invited censure, but nobody in the carriage said anything.
Jircniv smiled bitterly and replied to his excessively informal, yet excellent subordinate: He is truly a foolish man.🔥Citing and more! Add citations directly into your paper, Check for unintentional plagiarism and check for writing mistakes.
The wells in Rajasthan’s Alwar District had dried up, thrusting the people into abject and seemingly inescapable poverty. The revival of traditional earthen dams to capture rainwater for recharging the underground water supply provided a tipping point that brought the wells back to life.
The author says that the underground man is “representative of the current generation,” and tells the reader that in the first part of the following book (called “Underground”) the underground man introduces himself, while the second part (“Apropos of Wet Snow”) contains the man’s notes about “several events in his life.”.
The underground man’s story takes place when he is 24, living a very solitary life. He doesn’t even really look at other people in his office and feels that his coworkers dislike him.
He hates his coworkers, but sometimes thinks of them as superior to him. The Underground Man, our first-person narrator, begins by telling us how hateful and unattractive he is. It seems he's been living "underground" for 20 years, unable to act in any way because he's so intelligent he can debunk any justification for doing so.
Notes from Underground (pre-reform Russian: Записки изъ подполья; post-reform Russian: Записки из подполья, tr. Zapíski iz podpólʹya), also translated as Notes from the Underground or Letters from the Underworld, is an novella by Fyodor Dostoevsky. Notes is considered by many to be one of the first existentialist novels.