RiMpel2
Auto-translated
RiMpel2 (Tazar) def SEM_56 (Crag Hack) Jebus Cross 2|2|2
Today I shall tell you an old story about how two mighty heroes, Tazar and Crag Hack, measured their strength.
Many years ago, in the kingdoms of Tatalia and Krewlod, two little boys were born, unusually strong and healthy. The lads grew not by days but by hours, becoming stronger and more agile with each passing hour. As soon as they learned to walk, they began to train in the art of war. But their successes were not equal. Crag easily mastered the sword and spear, while Tazar effortlessly dodged the most skillful blows and parried any attacks. So the two great warriors grew, until the time came for them to meet.
The Krewlodi started a war with Tatalia, hoping to capture fertile lands and untold riches. They gathered an unimaginable army, numbered not in hundreds but in legions, and this host was led by Crag Hack himself. And they marched on Tatalian lands to kill and plunder the peaceful people. Then the most agile of commanders, Tazar, stood up to defend the motherland.
Hard times came for the Tatalians. Only gnolls and lizards remained to guard the homeland, helping the brave Tazar to drive the horde from his home. Tazar gathered a small warband and set out to roam the surrounding areas, seeking reinforcements. Suddenly, a huge cage appeared in his path, as if bound by magic, and locked in that cage were nine tens of noble gnolls. They awaited their hour, when the Defender would set them free and take them under his wing. Meanwhile, scouts discovered an abandoned village, but did not disturb its last inhabitants, for evil ogres lived there. The brave warband headed north along a well-trodden path, and very soon something made everyone stop. Strange hissing came from all corners of this swamp. Suddenly a head appeared, then a second, a third. And soon a dozen hungry maws were ready to bite and tear everything around! But three hydras were no obstacle for such a band, and here was another village on the horizon. After the villagers were saved, one old, wise mage taught Tazar a few magic spells, but not all of them were useful to him :(.
Ahead were only mountains, sparkling with their snow-white peaks. They beckoned to climb higher and look around, to observe. However, there was no time to admire this beauty; we needed to go to the sandy wastes to find artifacts and books hidden by the sands of time. Scouts reported a tree in which evil serpents held prisoners.
Freeing six wyverns from the clutches of these creatures, Tazar headed southwest, where two more pits swarming with hydras were sighted. Along the way, a handful of small imps presented him with a sturdy silver shield. It was so beautiful that Tazar immediately took it in his left hand, throwing away his old wooden one. The week was coming to an end; the barbarians were still not in sight, but the holy haven was already protected by walls, and the local beast tamers had learned to breed the finest breed of three-headed serpents.
A new day. Another dawn, portending a soon bloody battle. The sun illuminated the path into the desert, at the edge of which a dead spirit reigned. Ghostly glowing dragons, having neither blood nor flesh, flew in the sky. Even youth itself seemed to fade at the sight of these terrible creatures. Skin began to wrinkle, fur turned gray, once healthy warriors could not even hold a flail in their paws. Something told Tazar: "It is too early to go; they will overwhelm us and leave our bodies to be torn apart by vultures." Well then, we headed south, to the abode of three-headed creatures, treacherous serpents.
As the brave warband entered the distant swamps, various creatures attacked them, but Tazar, a wise warrior, did not let anyone die, leading everyone out of battle wounded but alive. And so two camps of roaring monsters were taken, gold was looted from mire warehouses, horses were exchanged for swift desert coursers, and we headed for the innocent dragons...
The last night when you could rest peacefully, without worrying about a sudden attack by the horde. The last warriors left their homes, said goodbye to their families and loved ones, donned their armor and drew their taut bows. Their fate was sealed. They would die even at the entrance to the sandy expanses, but dying for one's homeland is the highest reward for any warrior. Black sky, brightly glowing silhouettes darted from side to side. Suddenly, one of them broke away from the crowd and, with incredible speed, rushed towards a gnoll that had strayed from the group. A blow, and the small body of this innocent creature flew several yards back. Then all the dragons changed their chaotic movement into an even formation; they flew towards Tazar's warband, and it seemed that after such an onslaught, no one would stand!... The Defender's cunning plan worked. A dozen and a half hydras unexpectedly appeared from ambush. Almost half a hundred heads began to break off the dragons' glowing bones. A minute, and only a pile of bones remained on the battlefield. Could it really be so simple...
Having finished burying the dead, Tazar noticed an enemy scout literally two steps away from him! Oh no, it couldn't be that they were too late. Crag must not get all the relics! With these words, the warband instantly gathered and rushed forward. A few wyverns were freed, and a city rose before their eyes. Krewlod regiments were hard at work in the city, but Crag himself was not yet visible. Rushing upward, Tazar fell into an ambush. Devils suddenly appeared on the ground in front and behind. Imperceptibly appearing behind you, they cut off your head, and then just as imperceptibly disappeared. It seemed they could never be caught. But Tazar's cunning knew no bounds :) The warriors formed up so that each had a squad behind them, and as soon as a devil appeared, someone's jaw was driven into its back. Many warriors fell, but it was worth it. The Archdevil wore a Helm of Heavenly Thunder on its head, and a dozen and a half cyclops kings were imprisoned in the catacombs.
Desert, heat, thirst; everyone was exhausted from fatigue and thirst. But Crag was still not spotted, so there was still hope. Only this hope led Tazar deeper into the endless void. Mirages pursued the hero; it seemed a well was just ahead where he could drink the purest water and restore lost strength. But instead of a well, a huge pentagram appeared, drawn on the sand with someone's blood. Devils again. This time there were more of them, but knowing the secret of their movement, killing them was not difficult. After the battle, one of the gnolls noticed a corpse in the center of the circle. Coming closer, he realized it was an angel. Its wings were cut off and it was killed. Fiends! Tazar took its wings for himself, saying a prayer and sending the angel to heaven, where it belonged.
Having gained the ability to fly, Tazar crossed any obstacles without much trouble, and good — no need to go around for miles, looking for hidden paths and passages; you wanted to, you flew over! Somewhere in a cave, 4 angels were freed; Tazar visited a library, where he read a few books on the art of war and magic. But here was the trouble: Crag was rushing towards us at full speed! There was no escaping him, especially since he could also fly. Then a tactical maneuver, recently read in the library, came into play. Tazar turned the warband east and flew over the towering mountains straight into Tatalia. Troops had already been gathered there to restore the combat power of Tazar's warband. Crag headed north, into the unknown. What awaited there, no one knew.
The count of days was lost; it seemed the war would go on forever. However, pursuing Crag was dangerous; who knew what surprises he had prepared for us. Wandering, or rather flying over the desert, Tazar came upon a council of angels, where he took the Sword of Justice from the Archangel. It seemed that now all the power of heaven was in Tazar's blade, and even a crowd of wizards had to retreat at the sight of it. More and more new trees appeared in the seemingly utterly barren valley; more and more captives joined Tazar's army. A little more, just a little, and it would have become invincible. But Crag began to close in. Escaping from him, the warband quickly rushed deep into the desert, hoping for a miracle...
And it happened! At the edge of the desert, where the grass was already beginning to green, dragons circling over a castle guarded their treasures. They would never give them up to any pioneer, but Tazar's army knew no mercy. They were all exterminated, every last one. The main find was a book containing all the spells of mother earth. Tearing out a page, Tazar loudly read the spell; a strong wind blew, the sand rose above his head, nothing could be seen, and...
And now he was home, home with all his warband, safe and sound. What rare luck — to slip right from under Crag's nose. It seemed the heavens had blessed Tazar, and only he could end this war by exterminating the hordes of raiders. Full combat readiness was declared; preparations were made across the entire kingdom; a terrible battle was approaching, a battle in which only one would survive. He would be the ruler of both states, and that would be Tazar. Two days on the road, and there he was, Crag, fully armed, standing in the path to freedom. Hordes of ancient monsters drove one to madness. The final formation, and it began, the Great and Bloody Slaughter.
The mages of Tatalia immediately cast a protective spell on their army. Now they felt almost no pain, they felt no fear, they felt no pity. However, the horde's mages slowed down time for the Tatalians; it seemed the day lasted a whole week, and their legs were stuck in some kind of mud. The troops met in the center of the field; monsters decapitated several hydras. Then, sped-up wyverns, with all their force, crashed into the crowd of monsters, leaving only bones behind. The enemy used a secret weapon — berserk. A third of the troops fought among themselves, what horror, they would destroy each other! On the other hand, they would all die for the good of their homeland, preserving their honor and dignity. The last squads attacked the monsters on command, while thunder birds soared in the sky. And now, almost over, the enemy's strength was exhausted; all that remained was to chase and finish them off.
But Crag pulled out a book, blazing with fire as if it had been stolen from the devil himself. And then a meteor shower of gigantic proportions rained down on the ground. It left Crag no chance, and he left the world of the living. Victory, but somehow it was hard to believe.
Was it all over? Was the war won? You could tell by the insolent grin on Tazar's face as he pulled the Boots of Speed from Crag Hack's charred feet...
Today I shall tell you an old story about how two mighty heroes, Tazar and Crag Hack, measured their strength.
Many years ago, in the kingdoms of Tatalia and Krewlod, two little boys were born, unusually strong and healthy. The lads grew not by days but by hours, becoming stronger and more agile with each passing hour. As soon as they learned to walk, they began to train in the art of war. But their successes were not equal. Crag easily mastered the sword and spear, while Tazar effortlessly dodged the most skillful blows and parried any attacks. So the two great warriors grew, until the time came for them to meet.
The Krewlodi started a war with Tatalia, hoping to capture fertile lands and untold riches. They gathered an unimaginable army, numbered not in hundreds but in legions, and this host was led by Crag Hack himself. And they marched on Tatalian lands to kill and plunder the peaceful people. Then the most agile of commanders, Tazar, stood up to defend the motherland.
Hard times came for the Tatalians. Only gnolls and lizards remained to guard the homeland, helping the brave Tazar to drive the horde from his home. Tazar gathered a small warband and set out to roam the surrounding areas, seeking reinforcements. Suddenly, a huge cage appeared in his path, as if bound by magic, and locked in that cage were nine tens of noble gnolls. They awaited their hour, when the Defender would set them free and take them under his wing. Meanwhile, scouts discovered an abandoned village, but did not disturb its last inhabitants, for evil ogres lived there. The brave warband headed north along a well-trodden path, and very soon something made everyone stop. Strange hissing came from all corners of this swamp. Suddenly a head appeared, then a second, a third. And soon a dozen hungry maws were ready to bite and tear everything around! But three hydras were no obstacle for such a band, and here was another village on the horizon. After the villagers were saved, one old, wise mage taught Tazar a few magic spells, but not all of them were useful to him :(.
Ahead were only mountains, sparkling with their snow-white peaks. They beckoned to climb higher and look around, to observe. However, there was no time to admire this beauty; we needed to go to the sandy wastes to find artifacts and books hidden by the sands of time. Scouts reported a tree in which evil serpents held prisoners.
Freeing six wyverns from the clutches of these creatures, Tazar headed southwest, where two more pits swarming with hydras were sighted. Along the way, a handful of small imps presented him with a sturdy silver shield. It was so beautiful that Tazar immediately took it in his left hand, throwing away his old wooden one. The week was coming to an end; the barbarians were still not in sight, but the holy haven was already protected by walls, and the local beast tamers had learned to breed the finest breed of three-headed serpents.
A new day. Another dawn, portending a soon bloody battle. The sun illuminated the path into the desert, at the edge of which a dead spirit reigned. Ghostly glowing dragons, having neither blood nor flesh, flew in the sky. Even youth itself seemed to fade at the sight of these terrible creatures. Skin began to wrinkle, fur turned gray, once healthy warriors could not even hold a flail in their paws. Something told Tazar: "It is too early to go; they will overwhelm us and leave our bodies to be torn apart by vultures." Well then, we headed south, to the abode of three-headed creatures, treacherous serpents.
As the brave warband entered the distant swamps, various creatures attacked them, but Tazar, a wise warrior, did not let anyone die, leading everyone out of battle wounded but alive. And so two camps of roaring monsters were taken, gold was looted from mire warehouses, horses were exchanged for swift desert coursers, and we headed for the innocent dragons...
The last night when you could rest peacefully, without worrying about a sudden attack by the horde. The last warriors left their homes, said goodbye to their families and loved ones, donned their armor and drew their taut bows. Their fate was sealed. They would die even at the entrance to the sandy expanses, but dying for one's homeland is the highest reward for any warrior. Black sky, brightly glowing silhouettes darted from side to side. Suddenly, one of them broke away from the crowd and, with incredible speed, rushed towards a gnoll that had strayed from the group. A blow, and the small body of this innocent creature flew several yards back. Then all the dragons changed their chaotic movement into an even formation; they flew towards Tazar's warband, and it seemed that after such an onslaught, no one would stand!... The Defender's cunning plan worked. A dozen and a half hydras unexpectedly appeared from ambush. Almost half a hundred heads began to break off the dragons' glowing bones. A minute, and only a pile of bones remained on the battlefield. Could it really be so simple...
Having finished burying the dead, Tazar noticed an enemy scout literally two steps away from him! Oh no, it couldn't be that they were too late. Crag must not get all the relics! With these words, the warband instantly gathered and rushed forward. A few wyverns were freed, and a city rose before their eyes. Krewlod regiments were hard at work in the city, but Crag himself was not yet visible. Rushing upward, Tazar fell into an ambush. Devils suddenly appeared on the ground in front and behind. Imperceptibly appearing behind you, they cut off your head, and then just as imperceptibly disappeared. It seemed they could never be caught. But Tazar's cunning knew no bounds :) The warriors formed up so that each had a squad behind them, and as soon as a devil appeared, someone's jaw was driven into its back. Many warriors fell, but it was worth it. The Archdevil wore a Helm of Heavenly Thunder on its head, and a dozen and a half cyclops kings were imprisoned in the catacombs.
Desert, heat, thirst; everyone was exhausted from fatigue and thirst. But Crag was still not spotted, so there was still hope. Only this hope led Tazar deeper into the endless void. Mirages pursued the hero; it seemed a well was just ahead where he could drink the purest water and restore lost strength. But instead of a well, a huge pentagram appeared, drawn on the sand with someone's blood. Devils again. This time there were more of them, but knowing the secret of their movement, killing them was not difficult. After the battle, one of the gnolls noticed a corpse in the center of the circle. Coming closer, he realized it was an angel. Its wings were cut off and it was killed. Fiends! Tazar took its wings for himself, saying a prayer and sending the angel to heaven, where it belonged.
Having gained the ability to fly, Tazar crossed any obstacles without much trouble, and good — no need to go around for miles, looking for hidden paths and passages; you wanted to, you flew over! Somewhere in a cave, 4 angels were freed; Tazar visited a library, where he read a few books on the art of war and magic. But here was the trouble: Crag was rushing towards us at full speed! There was no escaping him, especially since he could also fly. Then a tactical maneuver, recently read in the library, came into play. Tazar turned the warband east and flew over the towering mountains straight into Tatalia. Troops had already been gathered there to restore the combat power of Tazar's warband. Crag headed north, into the unknown. What awaited there, no one knew.
The count of days was lost; it seemed the war would go on forever. However, pursuing Crag was dangerous; who knew what surprises he had prepared for us. Wandering, or rather flying over the desert, Tazar came upon a council of angels, where he took the Sword of Justice from the Archangel. It seemed that now all the power of heaven was in Tazar's blade, and even a crowd of wizards had to retreat at the sight of it. More and more new trees appeared in the seemingly utterly barren valley; more and more captives joined Tazar's army. A little more, just a little, and it would have become invincible. But Crag began to close in. Escaping from him, the warband quickly rushed deep into the desert, hoping for a miracle...
And it happened! At the edge of the desert, where the grass was already beginning to green, dragons circling over a castle guarded their treasures. They would never give them up to any pioneer, but Tazar's army knew no mercy. They were all exterminated, every last one. The main find was a book containing all the spells of mother earth. Tearing out a page, Tazar loudly read the spell; a strong wind blew, the sand rose above his head, nothing could be seen, and...
And now he was home, home with all his warband, safe and sound. What rare luck — to slip right from under Crag's nose. It seemed the heavens had blessed Tazar, and only he could end this war by exterminating the hordes of raiders. Full combat readiness was declared; preparations were made across the entire kingdom; a terrible battle was approaching, a battle in which only one would survive. He would be the ruler of both states, and that would be Tazar. Two days on the road, and there he was, Crag, fully armed, standing in the path to freedom. Hordes of ancient monsters drove one to madness. The final formation, and it began, the Great and Bloody Slaughter.
The mages of Tatalia immediately cast a protective spell on their army. Now they felt almost no pain, they felt no fear, they felt no pity. However, the horde's mages slowed down time for the Tatalians; it seemed the day lasted a whole week, and their legs were stuck in some kind of mud. The troops met in the center of the field; monsters decapitated several hydras. Then, sped-up wyverns, with all their force, crashed into the crowd of monsters, leaving only bones behind. The enemy used a secret weapon — berserk. A third of the troops fought among themselves, what horror, they would destroy each other! On the other hand, they would all die for the good of their homeland, preserving their honor and dignity. The last squads attacked the monsters on command, while thunder birds soared in the sky. And now, almost over, the enemy's strength was exhausted; all that remained was to chase and finish them off.
But Crag pulled out a book, blazing with fire as if it had been stolen from the devil himself. And then a meteor shower of gigantic proportions rained down on the ground. It left Crag no chance, and he left the world of the living. Victory, but somehow it was hard to believe.
Was it all over? Was the war won? You could tell by the insolent grin on Tazar's face as he pulled the Boots of Speed from Crag Hack's charred feet...
