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The Dragoness [Valakas]



Blood-red moon flooded the foothills and taunt a reason. In her frightening light any shade carried a threat. Even a night predators, dwelling amongst rocks and not made by sharp wit, were withdrewed in slots and sometimes wistfully wailing.



In red reflections of the moon, ancient dragoness looked suppressed. Beautiful and proud creation, holding people in a terror for thousands years, mighty dragon of the fire she snuggled to walls, and wistfully review a suburbs. Cursing powerful gold that forever is mine



They were omnipotent. They were delighting by power and impunity. Priceless treasures, the great artifacts - were kept in their den.. They: Valakas and Valakas, he and she... Nothing could not be a barrier for them: neither fortresses, nor warriors.


But this power became their curse. Less and less the rash shadow of the majestic dragon had splits clouds. More seldom they flew wing to wing above the sleeping ground, and blood coolled off. Seemed, the circle of time was terminated and the world would remain unchangeable. How they mistakenned! World became other at one instant, then a lot of heroes penetrated to an ancient mountains. She felt his last flight. Felt each wound on his body. And nothing that she could do. His rage was her rage. Her despair - became his despair. All these emotions she outlived once again and once again. She knew that now she could not survive. Soon and her time will come..



Lyrics of  "The Mill", translate and adaptation by Kelnmiir

Translation done by another person, not me, so i have nothing to say. Only - do it better)

Do better guys, do it better, and ill read

Gludio – the capital of the World!

-F** that! What are they thinking about? We'll lose if that sh*t continue. No, look! "Leave alternative regiment to defend the castle... and go attack." What the f***?! – Luckystrike rushed to the tent.
Immediately became clear that said Pink on group leaders counsel.
- Calm down. Pink knows that he does. – KoTeHoK has little sat down and Taripso has pulled the belt. – We'll now rush, get last flags, and go back. No problem!
- Yeah. There will be only Addictions. And even this is not a fact. They are weak we are a power! We shall do a deal and quickly back. – With self-confident smirk, Nix has put CP-potions to pockets.

The stentorian Pink voice heard on courtyard of the castle. Time is coming, attackers troop is near manager of the castle. Clan teleport close to castle walls, regroup. ... All as always. The air trembles from continuous prayers, laryngeal outcries of shamans, elven supporting magic - all this has occupied the scanned seconds, and troop rushed to enemy castle walls. He reinafter all occurred in accordance with alliance leaders plans: empty castle and only wind walks on corridors.
Sometime in side a cow grazes (and this is a capital castle?!)
The Afraid butler look because of pillar: «Oh my God, oh my God! Please, don't beat me, don't kill me!».
- Snuker, take flag, send it to Gludio. Others - to gates, hurry. - And Pink first turns around and comes out of throne common-room.


- Well, now need to hold. They won't leave us all flags so easy..
- Shall be a good fight, yea, Lucky?
- They coming. Eve Godness, how much them!
- Reeeeaady!

The Troops of all main power associations were taking Gludio in siege. Hundreds of warriors have surrounded the impregnable castle. Here, there were all: Addictions, right before lost their flag at flippant sally, Genocides. Runaways, who were many times disgraced and having a bigmouth reputation were here too – where without them, where senior, there and these... And all of them gathered against one alliance. Than not factor of power and respects? Attackers had proceed with active action.
First squad passed in gate under protection of the most powerful defensive incantations. And once more and more...


Air scent by lightning - someone have caused a storm. Several lightning have knocked, even burning through bewitched armor. On plate of the internal courtyard remained one figured, second... Wizards, costing on flank, did not feel sorry the mana... But, in spite of greater losses, attackers are grouped and continue fight.
- Leave in throne common-room! - order Pink. Wizards from the last power burn the enemy and help support to pass under protection of the citadel.


This onslaught was the most difficult... Practically banish from throne common-room, lost half flag, tired and wounded - but warriors have begun to press the enemy. Having leanted heavily on by all body on shield, a little cowering, KoTeHoK has pushed dark elf. He stumbled, tried to holding balance - and fall with an arrow in bosom.
- Don't stop! Pressing! – Hoarse voice of the commander. The main - go and go, the main - not to fall.



Pink does not give a rest. Result to whole operations on hairspring: Addictions have carried away several flags, including Gludio. And the God with others, but without native flag there will be exactly of no support.

Oddly to say, but tactics using at beginning, - works again. Yes, now there are defenders in Aden, but on this differences end. Same cows in courtyard, same butler. And in the same way quickly flag newly turns out to be in Gludio. Moreover not one! Self-confident Addictions tried to beat off three flags and lose.


Standing up on been partially burnt and melted wall, Pink looked at retreating. Sullen, wounded - felling back Genocides. Their temporary allies retreat, having obtained nothing. Now they have the only thing remain to sit on pub and thinking up itself justifications.... He took a look at internal courtyard, where stood comrades in arms and has aloud said:
- So, the capital? So, Aden? Now Gludio is the world center!

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The Stone Dragon [Antharas]

Luckystrike has pulled out sleepy-eyed magician girl, straight from the bed. Early morning, cocks have not yet sung, but the owners need us now. They have necessary to fly and, moreover, not dawdling. And, we have nothing to do with it - you can't argue with the lord-owner... Hundred warriors, costing in throne common-room, have disappeared in pearl glow to be shown nearby Pink through instant in a cave. The local living things were hidden on corners, however we had of no deal about it. There was a cursedly smell here, as I for this do not love the alive dead persons.

Got weighty Arcane Mace poke, I recalled that I'm here not to counting dead bodies. So I started to twist flame of the runes, a usual rituals. It was necessary to be careful. The enemies could unexpectedly appear. Little who believed in this, but always need to have caution. After a certain time, we received an order - fall into Antaras den.
This place did not stink. Pleasing wind blowed at enormous common-room. Soldiers busily took their places, dancers and singers have placed marks, bishops with the elders wisely hide behind the broad shoulders of their eternal patients. Last minutes before the appearance of the dragon seemed very long. The hall starts to shake. Do not keeping a balance, and I fell to the fifth point, and even forgot to get up: in the tunnel slowly stepped Antharas.

The huge, predatory, dangerous and fascinating beautiful, he struck an imagination. Glare of light reflected from the scales. Long tail lashed the walls and broke the hefty chunks. Steel claws left deep scratches on the granite floor. In the fiery eyes was splashing a flame, ancient, ruthless. People who standed near his legs felt by those who were actually. Bugs in the face of Gods.

Antharas froze for a few seconds, as if showing off, enjoying his power - and roared, proclaiming the beginning of the battle.

The dragon took up the challenge.



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