But I've had a bad year. Apparently, the whole stock of luck was spent on rebirth and survival after it - shamanism did not work out either. If with the use of ordinary spells no difficulty arose, except for the fact that it was real torture to create them, and they worked quite well, then in communicating with spirits, I have problems of another kind. I saw them well and felt that it was not surprising because I myself had the chance to be one of them, but the spirits themselves did not want to communicate with me categorically, some of them were even panic-stricken. Why so - the Darkness knows him. I sinned on the consequences of diabelliery, they said that the spirits saw that I could eat souls, and it did not add love to me. But how it really is. ..
They don't even have a full mind, only their instincts, and Runga"s friends, as spite of it, behaved quite calmly in my presence. Of course, the way out was obvious - to contact with stronger, more aggressive and reasonable spirits, that they themselves wouldn't mind eating a relative or a stuck charmer (if it was a diable), as well as capable of dialogue... The problem was that at the initial stages of the shaman's journey, if you are not a complete idiot and want to live, you can only come into contact with the weak light spirits, at the worst, with the gray ones, but it is already dangerous. You can start working with dark spirits only after many years of training, and not everyone dares. Someone stronger and should not be mentioned.
Of course, the orcs are not so strict on this matter; Rung, for example, spent most of his life dealing with dark spirits, but he had no doubts that he had to start with the least dangerous creatures. But these "least dangerous entities" from my mere presence began to break down to the native level of being and did not want to have any business with me, simply ignoring my appeals. I began to think about how to break Rugnus into experiments with the dark ones, but so far I have been stubbornly showing an example of an absolutely talentless student at all classes. Speaking of terms.
"Light", "gray" and "dark" are, to put it mildly, generalizations. There were so many different plans, levels, sublevels, islets and ravines of being around Toril that one enumeration of names would take a weighty folio. They were inhabited by completely different creatures, they were quite material, and there were spirits, by which it is impossible to tell what energy-color category they belong to at all. Nobody even thought to be engaged in classification of all these miracles of natural wonders - all persons who can contact with other plans of being, as a rule, are very busy comrades and they will find it more interesting to do than to record and describe the types of half-minded creatures possessing also considerable variability of forms and content. But this did not reduce my perseverance. One can say that I was obsessed with becoming a magician, and therefore - time after time I called out to the silent spirits on shamanic practices and brought myself to a semi-conscious state in the practices of "ordinary" magic, hoping that someday my body would get used to such mockery. Stupidity and I am well aware of it, but. .. However, I have already talked about obsession.