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In short, I decided to create a story about heroes. The idea is simple: I start writing the text, and the next person continues it, and so on. We should only write about Heroes 3, without involving other parts of the series. The characters in the legend can be either the heroes themselves or the units. The names of places can be invented. The size of each message has no limits. The continuation of the story depends on each last entry. To avoid misunderstandings, it is advisable not to do anything like: "Instead, I would write this continuation - ...". Otherwise, confusion may arise. If you want to create a different continuation and offer your version, send it to me in a private message with a note indicating the number of the message you want to replace. In case of replacement, the text will look like this with a note indicating the replaced message number, and the story will continue from that point. :smile01:
I hope you like this idea:smile02:
Well, I'll start:
Long ago, in the times of the gods, in the times of great battles, in the times when small peasant children grew up to become great knights, forever glorified in the forests of Myre, the great god of nature, lived an elf named Zark. The young elf, 18 years old, felt like a protector of life in his forest. Zark was talented and skilled from birth. When Zark was only 7 years old, he and his faithful wolf, Dix, defended the honor of their estate during an attack by bandits. Not afraid of the 3 thugs, he crafted a trap from bamboo and ordered Dix to bark. When the bandits ran out to see what was making the dog bark, 2 of them fell into the trap, and the third was struck dead by an arrow that hit him right in the forehead. According to elven customs, any male elf who reaches adulthood must go to learn the art of war. But these customs had long been forgotten in Myre. Zark, taking experience from a wise man who lived nearby, and drawing knowledge from books, firmly decided to go and study. Zark tried to convince the rest of his brethren to go with him in search of other elves, in order to gain experience and fight for the good, but no one listened to him. Zark took his bow, made arrows, wove a quiver, and, after saying goodbye to everyone, set off on his journey alone. But then, a familiar bark sounded behind him. Zark realized that, well, he certainly wouldn't be bored now:smile03:
I hope you like this idea:smile02:
Well, I'll start:
LEGEND OF HEROES
Long ago, in the times of the gods, in the times of great battles, in the times when small peasant children grew up to become great knights, forever glorified in the forests of Myre, the great god of nature, lived an elf named Zark. The young elf, 18 years old, felt like a protector of life in his forest. Zark was talented and skilled from birth. When Zark was only 7 years old, he and his faithful wolf, Dix, defended the honor of their estate during an attack by bandits. Not afraid of the 3 thugs, he crafted a trap from bamboo and ordered Dix to bark. When the bandits ran out to see what was making the dog bark, 2 of them fell into the trap, and the third was struck dead by an arrow that hit him right in the forehead. According to elven customs, any male elf who reaches adulthood must go to learn the art of war. But these customs had long been forgotten in Myre. Zark, taking experience from a wise man who lived nearby, and drawing knowledge from books, firmly decided to go and study. Zark tried to convince the rest of his brethren to go with him in search of other elves, in order to gain experience and fight for the good, but no one listened to him. Zark took his bow, made arrows, wove a quiver, and, after saying goodbye to everyone, set off on his journey alone. But then, a familiar bark sounded behind him. Zark realized that, well, he certainly wouldn't be bored now:smile03:
