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Here, many people share their ideas, so don't judge mine too harshly. So, I downloaded an additional map for Heroes 5 from our website and, following the instructions, went into the data.pak file. I put the map in, but then I decided to dig around in the archive and saw that all the text in the game can be changed (the text file here is irrelevant; everything is in the data.pak). And I changed: Goblins - Cheburashkas Upgraded Goblins - Pioneers Gargoyles - Stools Upgraded Gargoyle - Nightstand Mage - Old Man Upgraded Mage - Khatabychi Djinn - Headless Nick Titan - Uncle Stepa (lives in a police station) Well, this is just an example, but the idea is serious. I suggest we post the following here: Hero - you must have your own biography. Your own state - redesign your favorite faction into your own empire, and you are its ruler. Come up with cities with their own founding history. Names and descriptions of buildings and monsters. I changed everything, and I really like it. I even suggest making this a contest, and then voting to determine the most beautiful story. And I would also like to know how to change the music in Heroes 5. P.S. Maybe we can even convince the administration to make a prize: a medal "Great Fantasist," like "Winner of the First Tournament." And kill the hedgehog.

Hmm, it's not a bad idea! Though, it might be a bit challenging. At least for me. One story about me (the ruler) will take up a lot of space in a post, so I'll write my story in Word and then post it here. In this post. Stay tuned.

P.S. The idea really caught my attention! :)

Well, I just gave an example, but the topic is serious, and I suggest posting the following here:

A hero – must have their own biography.

Their own state – redesign your favorite faction into your own empire, and you are its ruler.

Come up with cities with their own history of foundation.

Names and descriptions of buildings and monsters.

Are there really that many creative people here who will do this?

Are there really so many creative people here who would do this?

I don't know, I'll give it a try!

Are there really so many creative people here who would do this?

Well, it's worth a try!

1. How many years have passed since I was imprisoned in the Dungeon, guarded by mighty Titans? It was 2973, 3 months and 4 days ago. But 1000 years ago, a clever necromancer deciphered my signs left on the surface. You know him. It's the well-known Sandro. :cool: He came and killed the Titans, for which King Bracad cursed him with a Great Curse. Under the curse, Sandro killed all the undead he encountered (his fellow necromancers). I am his only chance to be saved. Together, by combining our forces, we managed to damage the mind and soul of Lord Bracad, this cruel sorcerer, and seize the throne. Now our people have become semi-necromancers. If you ever wondered what gargoyles are, we resurrected griffins in such a strange way, granting them invulnerability. :D Our capital became Steadwick, destroyed by hellish creatures and humans in the war and resurrected from the ground by me. Its walls turned black. If anyone were to spend the night near the city, the city would take their soul and leave us their body to turn into a zombie. To be continued

Couldn't do it through Word, so I'll write in separate posts, like Angro:

Post 1. The Birth of Life

The world in which Nowizard was born was called Arculon. In those distant times, when the Ancients were at war with the Progenitors, Arculon was one of the main objects of the conflict (if not the most important), as it was located almost on the border between the territories of the Ancients and the Progenitors. After the war, the planet's condition was so deplorable that the Ancients didn't even bother to restore it. For thousands of years, Arculon was just a giant asteroid of regular shape (O). Life first arose on it (despite the Ancients' pessimistic predictions) about 15,000 years ago. All thanks to Asxa, who took pity on the unfortunate world and breathed new life into it. Three thousand years later, the first intelligent race (humans) appeared on Arculon. They began to hunt, make fire, and even build houses. Asxa taught them all of this. Later, the humans split. Those who loved nature and valued every moment of life, no matter what it was, went into the forests, grew long, pointed ears, because they often (almost regularly) gathered together and listened to the sounds of nature, and in hunting, their exceptionally sharp, well-developed hearing helped them a lot, so they constantly improved in this regard. They were also very agile and nimble. Their homes were located in trees, and to get home, you had to be a real acrobat, which influenced their evolutionary development. Thus, the elves appeared. The second part of the humans went to the mountains and settled in caves located high in the mountains. They grew long beards, because they (as strange as it sounds) kept them warm in the harsh, mountainous climate. Over time, they began to shrink in size, because the passages in the caves were very low. And soon, they became half the size of a normal human. Thus, the dwarves appeared. The rest wandered across the land and settled in wastelands and swamps. They valued neither nature nor moral principles. They led a dirty and bloody life: they killed each other for a piece of meat, fought each other for a scrap of land. They relieved themselves wherever they pleased and never washed. As a result, from the unbearable stench that emanated from them and their dwellings, their skin turned green, and for their disgusting lifestyle and disrespect for nature, Asxa cursed them, turning their faces into pig snouts. Thus, the orcs appeared.

In the next post, I will tell about the first years of Nowizard's life, about how he became one of the most powerful dark mages and paid for it.

Post 2. The Unknown in Black

He was born, Nowizard, a long time ago. When the final division between elves, orcs, and dwarves had just taken place. It was a small village on the edge of the forest. Nowizard was only seven years old when his native village was burned by orcs, and his parents were killed (again, by orcs). He was the only one spared and taken to the slave market.
The dwarves and elves waged a continuous war against the orcs, as the orcs did not respect the interests of others and indiscriminately burned and cut down forests, desecrated and polluted mountains and rivers. Although there were overwhelmingly more orcs, they themselves were divided into disparate tribes and even fought among themselves.
At the market, the boy was bought by an unknown man in black. He called himself Desmond. The unknown man took Nowizard to the Dead Valley, where even the most hardened orcs were afraid to go. Desmond lived in a tall, black tower that he had created himself using magic, which was quite strange, because at that time, magic in Arculon was just beginning to emerge and was not so developed as to create something like that. Desmond told Nowizard about other worlds, about the fact that Arculon is not the only planet inhabited by intelligent life, and that he himself comes from one of them. The mage offered the boy to become his apprentice, promising to give him unprecedented power, which even others could only dream of, even in other worlds. Deciding that this way he could avenge his relatives and loved ones, Nowizard agreed. But the dark path is false and treacherous. Blinded by the new power he had gained, over the years, the young elf forgot about the thirst for revenge, about his parents, and about his friends. After 786 years, Nowizard became an extraordinarily powerful mage, whose power could only be rivaled by the Titans.
On Arculon, the Titans are not the same as on Enroth (Ashan). They are servants of Ash herself, sent to this planet to protect it from evil. There are only four of them: Drezen, the titan of fire, Bradog, the titan of earth, Kranit, the titan of air, and Vilna, the titan of water. The Titans helped the elves and dwarves in the war against the orcs, which more or less balanced the forces. However, with the appearance of Desmond and his army, which he had been gathering for five hundred years, picking up the corpses of orcs, elves, and dwarves who had fallen in battles and turning them into his servants, the situation became very difficult. The great war of three factions began...

In the next post, the war of three factions will be described, as well as how Nowizard was punished for his evil deeds and imprisoned in stone.

post 3. The War of Three Camps.

The dwarves and elves fought as best they could. The elves' territory was located between the orc lands and Desmond's domain, so they had to fight on two fronts, and only the dense forests, in which they could become almost invisible and thus set up ambushes for the enemy, helped them survive. The dwarves were not having an easy time either. Around their mountains stretched the lands of the orcs, and only the advantage of the sloping terrain allowed them to hold back the orcish onslaught. The Titans split into pairs to help both the elves and the dwarves. Drezan and Kranit helped the dwarves, while Bradog and Vilna provided support to the elves. Desmond also had two armies: one led by himself, and the other by Nowizard. Neither side went more than an hour without a battle. Everyone was terribly tired, even the orcs, but not Desmond's minions. They had no souls, they did not get tired, and they did not feel pain, for they were already dead. Desmond commanded the army of the western front, fighting against the dwarves. Nowizard commanded the eastern front, fighting against the elves, his own brethren. And he advanced quite far. Almost a third of the great forest was burned to the ground by his soldiers. He continued to advance, but he underestimated the cunning and agility of his fellow creatures. The further he went, the fewer warriors he had left. In the end, he lost his entire army, because, unlike Desmond and his minions, Nowizard had no way to replenish his ranks with the undead. Despite this, he stubbornly continued in the direction of the elven capital, completely alone. He could have been killed long ago, with a single well-aimed shot from behind a tree, but apparently no one was going to do it, which greatly surprised Nowizard. He continued to walk, pushing through the dense thickets. Finally, he reached the elven capital, Verdant. With the help of dark magic, he, alone, destroyed the city gates and, breaking through the guards, burst into the throne room. On the majestic wooden throne sat Elaine herself, the elven queen. Nowizard took a combat magical stance and prepared for the battle. Elaine just smiled. "What are you smiling at?" Nowizard asked with a smirk.
- "Because I know your fate," the queen replied. - "You are the one who will end the war."
- "You are right about that!" Nowizard laughed. - "I will kill you and all your miserable people! Your Titans will not hinder me! When this world is completely enslaved, I will go further! To other worlds! And no one will stop me!" - Nowizard launched a powerful blast of dark magic at Elaine, but, as if from some kind of barrier, his magic bounced back at him. Nowizard was thrown from the center of the hall to the corridor. Nowizard was stunned. No mage could stand against him. He was a thousand years ahead of his time in magical development! And here, some elven woman reflects his attack so easily! Gathering all his strength, Nowizard released an even more powerful blast. This time, it threw the elven queen back. She fell out the window into the river surrounding the royal palace. Nowizard jumped after her. He knew that she could not be killed so easily. And indeed: Nowizard landed on the riverbank and found Elaine there. Standing, as if nothing had happened, and smiling. Blood was trickling from the corner of her mouth. Nowizard took out a long claymore with a black blade from behind his back and rushed at the queen. The blade stopped, literally, an inch from her face. Nowizard froze. He could still think, hear, even see, but externally and in essence, he was just a statue. He stood like that for three hundred years...

The next post will tell about Nowizard's imprisonment in stone and about his reflections.

Wait, so, if I understand correctly, we need to come up with names for the units of our faction, biographies for the heroes, and create a backstory for the cities and our Empire, and then post it here?

You understood correctly. Start posting.

1. Are you kidding me? Seriously?

I am Angro Manyu, the God of Darkness. 2973 years ago, 3 months and 4 days ago, I was imprisoned in the Dungeon, guarded by mighty Titans. But 1000 years ago, a clever necromancer appeared, understanding my signs left on the surface. You know him. It's the well-known Sandro. :cool:
He came and killed the Titans, for which King Magnus of Bracadia placed a Great Curse upon him. Under the curse, Sandro killed all the undead he encountered (his fellow necromancers). I am his only chance to be saved. Together, by combining our forces, we were able to damage the mind and soul of Lord Magnus, this cruel sorcerer, and seize the throne. Now our people have become semi-necromancers. If you ever wondered what gargoyles are, we strangely resurrected griffons, granting them invulnerability. :D
Our capital became Steadwick, destroyed by demonic creatures and humans in the war and resurrected from the earth by me. Its walls turned black.
If any outsider spent the night near the city, the city would take his soul and leave us his body to make a zombie. To be continued

Ha! Everything is wrong!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. After all, Xeen was destroyed in 1175.
And Sandro was expelled from Jadama in 1172, when the Clerics of Light destroyed the Skeletron and thereby captured Shadow Peak.
And I, Magnus, the great king of Bracadia, destroyed all the necromancers when Castor left the Abyss

I specifically installed two versions: one as the main version, and another for hacking and modding.

Let's begin!
I, Tengro Arkanis, the former god of light (the reason for "former" will be explained below), ruler of the Kingdom of Renegades (mages who left the Silver Cities and necromancers who broke away from Erathia). The capital is Er-Giam (one of the Silver Cities). Now, let's move on to the biography.
It's no secret that in the world of Ashan, besides the dragon gods, there were other gods, essentially the creators of this world. Soon after the world was founded, the Dragon Gods arrived and, after destroying their rivals, declared themselves the "creators of the world." But gods are not so easily killed (the death of a god causes the death of the world in which he reigns). And the Dragons imprisoned the Old Gods in the Bloodstones of Urgash – vessels for the souls of higher beings – and hid them securely...
But two thousand years later, one of the Bloodstones was discovered by mages of the Academy (by that time, the Schism had already occurred). This stone contained the soul of Tengro Arkanis, the God of Light. A great deal of time was spent deciphering the runes on the surface of the stone, but no one could translate them.
One day, one of the students secretly entered the laboratory (how he did it remains a mystery), and to look around, he lit a magical light...
Suddenly, the Stone trembled and began to glow. The student was about to leave, but suddenly a powerful voice echoed in his head. "APPROACH THE STONE!" it commanded. The student approached, and suddenly he saw the runes on the surface change, and imprints of palms appeared on the stone. "PLACE YOUR PALMS ON THE IMPRINTS," the voice echoed in the student's head. He obeyed... A bright flash illuminated the laboratory for a moment.
"So, Tengro Arkanis has escaped from his prison," thought the Radiant Elrath. And indeed, Tengro switched souls with the unfortunate mage, returning to the world of Ashan. Everything the student knew, Arkanis now knew...
He also retained part of his powers and knowledge. To be continued (essentially, this is a new story for my Faction. I can add a more complete biography of the hero)

I don't know what to come up with! :(