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!Voting for Round 1!
So, greetings everyone!!! Let us rejoice, gentlemen! Finally, we can view and evaluate the heroic letters of our dear and, alas, few female participants!!! Everyone votes!)))
But how could we do without rules??? Yes, yes, even in a matter as simple as voting, there are some.;) And therefore, let us read these very simple and few rules and, naturally, follow them:
1. Vote for the letter you like!
2. Again, observe the forum rules.
3. Discuss modestly, without swearing, in a worldly manner.
4. Yes, one more thing... participants cannot vote for themselves!;)
From my own beloved self, I wish all participants elven luck and high fighting spirit!)))
Well, let us begin...
My lowest bow to you, terror of all seas, Tawny Balfor! I heard that your father went to feed the sharks, and you took command of the ship. For which I am immensely glad; I must admit I always disliked your pops. I also know that you are steering a course for the Storm Strait. And it is absolutely necessary for me to get there. I would be immensely grateful if you would take me with you! I believe, in light of recent events, another loyal person on the crew wouldn't hurt! I am an expert in seamanship and navigation, so if you need a navigator, I am at your service! I graduated from nautical school with honors; my father, may his soul rest in peace, taught me everything he knew... Navigation is in my blood; I was an excellent navigator on my father's crew aboard the brigantine "Amber Breeze." Plotting a course in any weather will be no trouble for me! I am also quite proficient in martial arts; I was taught to fence from the moment I could stand and take my first steps. So I can be very useful to you here as well. If not, I can pass as a cook or a simple sailor. It is not so important to me who I am as when you take me aboard the "Wild Fox"... It is far more important for me to reach the destination... Yanatrey.
You will ask why I cannot travel there independently? I answer...
About half a year ago, we set sail, steering for the Storm Strait... Unfortunately, almost our entire crew was taken by surprise... There was a traitor among us... Who killed my father and let his buddies on board, who then dealt with the crew... Father died in my arms... I swore that I would avenge him and return the "Amber Breeze." I escaped from the ship and somehow made it here... According to my latest information, the new crew of the "Amber Breeze" is currently committing piracy in the Storm Strait; the brigantine is often seen entering the port of Yanatrey. I hope the reasons for my zeal are now clear to you, and I can hope for a place on the crew... For I have no one else to rely on... No one but you dares to venture into the Storm Strait. Unfortunately, I have nothing with which to pay you; I have neither gold, nor rum, nor tobacco, but I have a brave heart, a sharp eye, and strong hands.
I look forward to your answer, Tawny Balfor!
With hope,...!
Dear Dogwoggle, I turn to you for help, as I have heard much good about you from our mutual friend Agrainel. You are famous throughout all Axeoth for your strength and magnificent tactics, therefore I want to ask for your help in the conflict of the forest cities with the undead. I fear that I alone cannot cope, and only you with your legendary Tiger Armor can change the outcome of the battle in our favor. I will tell you a bit about myself so that you have an idea who is asking you for help. My father is a necromancer, lord of vampires, but he long ago retired from active duty and maintains peaceful relations with me and the union of forest cities. As for me, I am human, but I have mastered to a small degree the magic of Nature and Chaos and learned to shoot a bow. I mostly live in elven forests and help little animals, which I love very much (especially wolves, tigers, other cats, unicorns, griffins, and of course dragons). I dress as I like, regardless of public opinion. Brown is the predominant color in my clothing, matching my fair skin and dark blond short hair. But enough about appearance; I hope you will recognize me by my description. I want to prepare you for cooperation with me. For my character is terrible and contradictory. If I say one thing, a couple of seconds later I may say something completely different, while not renouncing the previous opinion. Contradictions tear me apart constantly; I hope you get used to it. I am very hot-tempered, but quick to forgive. I love to joke when in a good mood, but when in a bad one, it is better not to approach me — I might bite. My self-esteem is not entirely okay, but that is another topic. I love drawing fantasy characters: slender, graceful, and beautiful. My knowledge is good, I have many talents, but my laziness does not allow me to develop them to a high level. Well, in general, that is all I can say about myself. I look forward to your help and very much want to meet you.
A letter found in the wastebasket of the MainLeaguePostOffice, heavily affected by mold and dampness, with a barely legible inscription on the envelope — "To grandfather's village, Zehir Sayrusovich." Missing fragments of text have been restored by leading employees of the HeroesWorld Restoration Department.
Dear grandfather, Zehir Sayrusovich!
Congratulations to you on Defender of the Fatherland Day and I wish you HP over 300 and infinite mana. I also bow to your pink elephant and send him a golden earring with a ruby and patterned rings for his tusks.
And we have a contest coming up here, that is to say, a competition, one could even call it a battle. I will have to prove that I am the whitest, bravest, and most brazen in the world. And smartest, of course, but that probably won't help the cause. And my rivals are all dangerous: beautiful, tall, legs for ears, they know how to throw knives, cast Suggestion, and dance the waltz. What should I do, grandfather, help me, I beg you tearfully!
And things are going very poorly for me. I enrolled in a magic school so as not to shame our glorious family name at the competition. Only I have little to boast about, grandfather.
In the first semester, we studied gremlins. During the session, I brought them to a qualifying battle with a classmate, but just as my long-eared ones aimed to shoot chewed paper through straws, the opponent used his own modification of "Wasp Swarm" — called "Bedbug Attack." My gremlins dropped their straws and started shaking the vile pests out of their ears, scratching their backsides, and jumping up and down. In short, I had to go for a retake.
In the second semester, we made gargoyles. At the exam, I made a decent little gargoyle. All that remained was to carve sacred inscriptions χψΩ on the freshly-made little gargoyle to strengthen them against cold and fire, but I felt like drinking; I stepped away for a can of "Pixie-Cola," and one of my classmates altered the inscription so that it became an unkind word. I went for a re-examination.
In the second year, we crafted golems. With the help of an enchanted welding machine found in the family pantry, things started going well for me. The golems turned out wonderful: blue faces, crooked legs, triangular bottoms... truly terrifying; the enemy looked and ran in panic! But the trouble was — I couldn't get the turbans on their heads right, too many curves needed to be made, so after two or three minutes of battle, they suffered sunstroke and crashed to the ground with a crash... which caused my gremlins to start scratching, shaking their ears, and jumping again, and for a couple of rounds they were combat-ineffective. I received many, many failing grades on golems!
But all this seemed like nonsense when it came to mages. Not only did they refuse to enter the fight if the hems of their robes were not decorated with hand embroidery and Valenciennes lace, and a silk handkerchief scented with Chanel Egoist Platinum was not placed in each turban (judge for yourself, grandfather, how much Chanel can you buy on a scholarship!), but overall they turned out to be capricious, own-headed old fogies, arrogant and uncontrollable. They met all my tactical plans with complete contempt, and hit wherever and whenever they wanted with their magic beams. At the exam, my mage's shot took out everyone in the way of my gremlins, gargoyles, and half the golems, after which his beam reached the opposite side of the battlefield, knocked off a tusk from my student-rival's elephant, boiled champagne in a glass on the teacher's table, and burned a hole in the examiner's turban. I, grandfather, did not wait to be sent for a retake in unkind terms, and quietly left while the examiners were extinguishing their colleague.
Then it was time for djinns. Oh, grandfather, it was very tough for me! As it turns out, for each djinn there is required:
- 4 gold rings with gemstones weighing half a kilo each (and if you get the weight wrong — they can't get the correct finger-positioning when casting spells);
- two gold earrings the size of a trainer's hoop (tiger or not, a kitten must be able to slip through the hoop — otherwise their hat doesn't sit tight and thoughts might leak into the head, which is very bad for djinns — they immediately start plotting mischief);
- two thick gold bracelets on the forearms with a tightening effect — so that the biceps bulge, otherwise djinns start having problems with their personal lives, and morale drops by 4 points;
- a feather for the hat (ordinary djinns — rooster; there aren't that many roosters in our vicinity, and by the end of the semester all surrounding peasants were hunting me with pitchforks... and djinn sultans — ostrich, and you won't believe it, grandfather, how painfully ostriches kick and how fast they run after those who covet their feathers!);
- and for djinn sultans, one also had to pay for a trip to the tattoo parlor and buy two gold chains for the belt, "bull-link" standard.
They completely ruined me, grandfather; I had to sell the three-story tower you left me in the Central Administrative District and move to South Gremlinovo. But even that wasn't enough to cover the expenses; I had to be hired by elves to clean stables and dig potatoes for peasants.
Well, at least they didn't cause any trouble for me at the exam; they died quickly and peacefully in the very first round. In my joy, I even kissed my elephant — I was so afraid they would commit mischief.
And now, grandfather, we are going to master rakshasas. But I can't manage to teach them to bend and dance before striking, and their dancing in place is still somewhat unconvincing. And their temper is own-headed, they bite painfully, and they often step on my feet while I teach them the correct steps. My feet no longer fit into any slippers; I travel in a self-accelerating wheelchair, because after the bites, I can't turn the wheels manually anymore.
Come, dear grandfather, I beg you by Sar-Isso, take me out of here. Have pity on me, a miserable academician, otherwise the rakshasas beat me and I have a passion for eating, but my poverty is such that it cannot be described, I just keep crying. And the other day a gargoyle hit me over the head with a slab, so I fell and barely came to. My life is wasted, worse than any cerberus... Also, I bow to Maahir and Narhiz, and don't give anyone the blanket from my elephant. And bring me the book that remained from mother, "Belly Dancing for the Especially Bow-Legged," maybe something will come of it with my rakshasas...
I remain your granddaughter *further illegible*, dear grandfather, please come.
Night and day flew by in madness -
Another battle we have survived.
Wedded to the harsh mountain wind,
Not soon shall we turn for home again.
I write signs on a scorched sheet:
A mere report of how our squad here,
Burned by fire from dwarven furnaces,
Treads through ridges, knowing no barriers.
Now is the halt. The campfire smolders on the rocks.
Our imp has fallen silent, and the cerberus is on watch,
Sensing the cold scent of steel from the passes,
Whines, disturbing the echo in the heavens...
Sunset fell upon peaks with white snow,
Staining them like canvases with a stream of blood...
Fear is no foe to us, and time in its flight
Will burn the fragile bridges behind us...
Now, licking wounds, I remembered
How last time, in the border fortress Rampart,
The Elven assault I held with my last strength.
Then it seemed: my turn had come to perish...
But no. Alive. Now by another task
They decided to test my agility;
Though it is clear as fire: now more than ever
Nothing can stop me...
Lord Agrail, I have long been reflecting:
Why do we serve the Gods so faithfully?
We are entitled to do whatever we wish,
Otherwise — why should we deny order so...
And besides, our God is an exile who was cursed;
We were cast from the heavens by the will of Chaos!
Our banner is Ouroboros, Armageddon's echo,
United where Beginning and End are one in fire!
Let mortals naively trust
Goodness and Light, casting us out!
They are foolish, miserable and do not know:
Worlds are destined to replace each other instantly!
They tried to exile us to Prison with prayer,
So blindly believing they would lock Evil forever...
Fools! Fools!! For Chaos in our battle
Will accomplish only what is foretold for them!..
...Faster the moment, when we with our army
Sink claws into this flesh of Earth!
When fire casts Ashan down into the abyss!
When the time comes for that final dawn...
Let everything flash and burn to ashes at once!
Let pain and death destroy life!
Let hope fade in same agony in the coming Darkness!
...Let the Great Cataclysm delight our gaze!
Oh yes, Lord, I serve only the moment,
But by that I am faithful, for I wait for only one thing!
Do not doubt: in the mountains I shall reach the task's goal!
Only to triumph in the victory of Evil over Evil...
(Describes real character, as well as the most likely scenario of actions in a similar situation. Other coincidences are to be considered accidental :D )
A vampire flew into the throne room. Licking his lips carnivorously, he bowed respectfully to the one sitting on the bone throne and held out a sheet of parchment.
- A letter, Your Majesty! We found it in the hands of a dead girl. But at a touch, she dissolved into the air. Only this remained.
The seal is broken and attentive eyes already run across the lines:
"I curse you, Sandro! From now on and for all eternity be unresting, may your soul never find peace!!! May my life from now on be a pledge of all defeats that await you in the near future!!! Believe me, I know what I am talking about. I smile as I write these lines because I have seen your future. You have none! No, no, no!!! You know, I have already lost everything in life that I could. And you will soon find out how it feels. Therefore, dying, I smile. You, the cause of all my misfortunes, will soon be cast into oblivion yourself! Understand, one cannot become the master of a world consisting of dead men. Dust to dust.
Oh, did I know, as a little mischievous girl, who stood out from the crowd of friends only by slightly pointed ears, that in my life I would have to see so much grief?! Did I know, creating my first spell, that later I would cast magic to save my own life and the lives of loved ones?! Did one of Theodore's best students know that she would have to fight so soon?! To see all these tears, to feel death itself. And it is all you, you! Because of you, my mother, the most worthy of Barkada, perished. Why did you come to these lands??? Were wars not enough for us, then you appeared and your hordes of skeletons!!! When, killed by the grief of my mother's death and being unable to remain among mages any longer, I went to my father in AvLi. I saw the lands of elves turned from flowery valleys into cemeteries of bones. Saw ghosts in ruins that were homes only recently, wept over ravaged graveyards. And every second I cursed you for all this!! You have no idea what those like me are capable of when a thirst for revenge boils in their soul!!! Oh, believe me, soon you will feel it! I was lucky, and among the elves I found my place, joined the army to fight you. My magical talents combined with elven accuracy and a sense of natural forces inherited from my father helped our squad achieve new victories over your army. Poor father, he perished, falling into an ambush by the swords of Black Knights. Your Black Knights!!! After that, I became even sadder. In life, I am not known for sociability, but perhaps this is for the best, and everything happening certainly did not add to my joy. And nevertheless, after some time, I was entrusted to command my own squad. I always tried to be a good commander: fearless and brave, lenient toward allies and ruthless toward enemies. I made sure that father's hysteria would not repeat itself, avoided your traps. Lives were entrusted to me. But now my warriors will have to follow someone else...
Once, back in Barkada, it was predicted for me that my death would serve as a signal for the Great Victory. I thought all this was untrue. Now I see that it will be exactly so! Oh, and I smile, going to my death. And you are doomed!!! I am dying, and that means the Alliance of Angels is already in our hands, and your skeletons will no longer help you!! I know that my death will not be in vain. And my body will not fall to you; I will not be one of your servants! I have already spoken the ancient words, and after death, not even dust will remain of me. Therefore I smile. Be thrice cursed, Sandro!!! For all your evil, all grief. For mother and father. I curse you!!! I curse you!"
So, greetings everyone!!! Let us rejoice, gentlemen! Finally, we can view and evaluate the heroic letters of our dear and, alas, few female participants!!! Everyone votes!)))
But how could we do without rules??? Yes, yes, even in a matter as simple as voting, there are some.;) And therefore, let us read these very simple and few rules and, naturally, follow them:
1. Vote for the letter you like!
2. Again, observe the forum rules.
3. Discuss modestly, without swearing, in a worldly manner.
4. Yes, one more thing... participants cannot vote for themselves!;)
From my own beloved self, I wish all participants elven luck and high fighting spirit!)))
Well, let us begin...
Letter №1
Letter №2
My lowest bow to you, terror of all seas, Tawny Balfor! I heard that your father went to feed the sharks, and you took command of the ship. For which I am immensely glad; I must admit I always disliked your pops. I also know that you are steering a course for the Storm Strait. And it is absolutely necessary for me to get there. I would be immensely grateful if you would take me with you! I believe, in light of recent events, another loyal person on the crew wouldn't hurt! I am an expert in seamanship and navigation, so if you need a navigator, I am at your service! I graduated from nautical school with honors; my father, may his soul rest in peace, taught me everything he knew... Navigation is in my blood; I was an excellent navigator on my father's crew aboard the brigantine "Amber Breeze." Plotting a course in any weather will be no trouble for me! I am also quite proficient in martial arts; I was taught to fence from the moment I could stand and take my first steps. So I can be very useful to you here as well. If not, I can pass as a cook or a simple sailor. It is not so important to me who I am as when you take me aboard the "Wild Fox"... It is far more important for me to reach the destination... Yanatrey.
You will ask why I cannot travel there independently? I answer...
About half a year ago, we set sail, steering for the Storm Strait... Unfortunately, almost our entire crew was taken by surprise... There was a traitor among us... Who killed my father and let his buddies on board, who then dealt with the crew... Father died in my arms... I swore that I would avenge him and return the "Amber Breeze." I escaped from the ship and somehow made it here... According to my latest information, the new crew of the "Amber Breeze" is currently committing piracy in the Storm Strait; the brigantine is often seen entering the port of Yanatrey. I hope the reasons for my zeal are now clear to you, and I can hope for a place on the crew... For I have no one else to rely on... No one but you dares to venture into the Storm Strait. Unfortunately, I have nothing with which to pay you; I have neither gold, nor rum, nor tobacco, but I have a brave heart, a sharp eye, and strong hands.
I look forward to your answer, Tawny Balfor!
With hope,...!
Letter №3
Dear Dogwoggle, I turn to you for help, as I have heard much good about you from our mutual friend Agrainel. You are famous throughout all Axeoth for your strength and magnificent tactics, therefore I want to ask for your help in the conflict of the forest cities with the undead. I fear that I alone cannot cope, and only you with your legendary Tiger Armor can change the outcome of the battle in our favor. I will tell you a bit about myself so that you have an idea who is asking you for help. My father is a necromancer, lord of vampires, but he long ago retired from active duty and maintains peaceful relations with me and the union of forest cities. As for me, I am human, but I have mastered to a small degree the magic of Nature and Chaos and learned to shoot a bow. I mostly live in elven forests and help little animals, which I love very much (especially wolves, tigers, other cats, unicorns, griffins, and of course dragons). I dress as I like, regardless of public opinion. Brown is the predominant color in my clothing, matching my fair skin and dark blond short hair. But enough about appearance; I hope you will recognize me by my description. I want to prepare you for cooperation with me. For my character is terrible and contradictory. If I say one thing, a couple of seconds later I may say something completely different, while not renouncing the previous opinion. Contradictions tear me apart constantly; I hope you get used to it. I am very hot-tempered, but quick to forgive. I love to joke when in a good mood, but when in a bad one, it is better not to approach me — I might bite. My self-esteem is not entirely okay, but that is another topic. I love drawing fantasy characters: slender, graceful, and beautiful. My knowledge is good, I have many talents, but my laziness does not allow me to develop them to a high level. Well, in general, that is all I can say about myself. I look forward to your help and very much want to meet you.
Letter №4
A letter found in the wastebasket of the MainLeaguePostOffice, heavily affected by mold and dampness, with a barely legible inscription on the envelope — "To grandfather's village, Zehir Sayrusovich." Missing fragments of text have been restored by leading employees of the HeroesWorld Restoration Department.
Dear grandfather, Zehir Sayrusovich!
Congratulations to you on Defender of the Fatherland Day and I wish you HP over 300 and infinite mana. I also bow to your pink elephant and send him a golden earring with a ruby and patterned rings for his tusks.
And we have a contest coming up here, that is to say, a competition, one could even call it a battle. I will have to prove that I am the whitest, bravest, and most brazen in the world. And smartest, of course, but that probably won't help the cause. And my rivals are all dangerous: beautiful, tall, legs for ears, they know how to throw knives, cast Suggestion, and dance the waltz. What should I do, grandfather, help me, I beg you tearfully!
And things are going very poorly for me. I enrolled in a magic school so as not to shame our glorious family name at the competition. Only I have little to boast about, grandfather.
In the first semester, we studied gremlins. During the session, I brought them to a qualifying battle with a classmate, but just as my long-eared ones aimed to shoot chewed paper through straws, the opponent used his own modification of "Wasp Swarm" — called "Bedbug Attack." My gremlins dropped their straws and started shaking the vile pests out of their ears, scratching their backsides, and jumping up and down. In short, I had to go for a retake.
In the second semester, we made gargoyles. At the exam, I made a decent little gargoyle. All that remained was to carve sacred inscriptions χψΩ on the freshly-made little gargoyle to strengthen them against cold and fire, but I felt like drinking; I stepped away for a can of "Pixie-Cola," and one of my classmates altered the inscription so that it became an unkind word. I went for a re-examination.
In the second year, we crafted golems. With the help of an enchanted welding machine found in the family pantry, things started going well for me. The golems turned out wonderful: blue faces, crooked legs, triangular bottoms... truly terrifying; the enemy looked and ran in panic! But the trouble was — I couldn't get the turbans on their heads right, too many curves needed to be made, so after two or three minutes of battle, they suffered sunstroke and crashed to the ground with a crash... which caused my gremlins to start scratching, shaking their ears, and jumping again, and for a couple of rounds they were combat-ineffective. I received many, many failing grades on golems!
But all this seemed like nonsense when it came to mages. Not only did they refuse to enter the fight if the hems of their robes were not decorated with hand embroidery and Valenciennes lace, and a silk handkerchief scented with Chanel Egoist Platinum was not placed in each turban (judge for yourself, grandfather, how much Chanel can you buy on a scholarship!), but overall they turned out to be capricious, own-headed old fogies, arrogant and uncontrollable. They met all my tactical plans with complete contempt, and hit wherever and whenever they wanted with their magic beams. At the exam, my mage's shot took out everyone in the way of my gremlins, gargoyles, and half the golems, after which his beam reached the opposite side of the battlefield, knocked off a tusk from my student-rival's elephant, boiled champagne in a glass on the teacher's table, and burned a hole in the examiner's turban. I, grandfather, did not wait to be sent for a retake in unkind terms, and quietly left while the examiners were extinguishing their colleague.
Then it was time for djinns. Oh, grandfather, it was very tough for me! As it turns out, for each djinn there is required:
- 4 gold rings with gemstones weighing half a kilo each (and if you get the weight wrong — they can't get the correct finger-positioning when casting spells);
- two gold earrings the size of a trainer's hoop (tiger or not, a kitten must be able to slip through the hoop — otherwise their hat doesn't sit tight and thoughts might leak into the head, which is very bad for djinns — they immediately start plotting mischief);
- two thick gold bracelets on the forearms with a tightening effect — so that the biceps bulge, otherwise djinns start having problems with their personal lives, and morale drops by 4 points;
- a feather for the hat (ordinary djinns — rooster; there aren't that many roosters in our vicinity, and by the end of the semester all surrounding peasants were hunting me with pitchforks... and djinn sultans — ostrich, and you won't believe it, grandfather, how painfully ostriches kick and how fast they run after those who covet their feathers!);
- and for djinn sultans, one also had to pay for a trip to the tattoo parlor and buy two gold chains for the belt, "bull-link" standard.
They completely ruined me, grandfather; I had to sell the three-story tower you left me in the Central Administrative District and move to South Gremlinovo. But even that wasn't enough to cover the expenses; I had to be hired by elves to clean stables and dig potatoes for peasants.
Well, at least they didn't cause any trouble for me at the exam; they died quickly and peacefully in the very first round. In my joy, I even kissed my elephant — I was so afraid they would commit mischief.
And now, grandfather, we are going to master rakshasas. But I can't manage to teach them to bend and dance before striking, and their dancing in place is still somewhat unconvincing. And their temper is own-headed, they bite painfully, and they often step on my feet while I teach them the correct steps. My feet no longer fit into any slippers; I travel in a self-accelerating wheelchair, because after the bites, I can't turn the wheels manually anymore.
Come, dear grandfather, I beg you by Sar-Isso, take me out of here. Have pity on me, a miserable academician, otherwise the rakshasas beat me and I have a passion for eating, but my poverty is such that it cannot be described, I just keep crying. And the other day a gargoyle hit me over the head with a slab, so I fell and barely came to. My life is wasted, worse than any cerberus... Also, I bow to Maahir and Narhiz, and don't give anyone the blanket from my elephant. And bring me the book that remained from mother, "Belly Dancing for the Especially Bow-Legged," maybe something will come of it with my rakshasas...
I remain your granddaughter *further illegible*, dear grandfather, please come.
Letter №5
Night and day flew by in madness -
Another battle we have survived.
Wedded to the harsh mountain wind,
Not soon shall we turn for home again.
I write signs on a scorched sheet:
A mere report of how our squad here,
Burned by fire from dwarven furnaces,
Treads through ridges, knowing no barriers.
Now is the halt. The campfire smolders on the rocks.
Our imp has fallen silent, and the cerberus is on watch,
Sensing the cold scent of steel from the passes,
Whines, disturbing the echo in the heavens...
Sunset fell upon peaks with white snow,
Staining them like canvases with a stream of blood...
Fear is no foe to us, and time in its flight
Will burn the fragile bridges behind us...
Now, licking wounds, I remembered
How last time, in the border fortress Rampart,
The Elven assault I held with my last strength.
Then it seemed: my turn had come to perish...
But no. Alive. Now by another task
They decided to test my agility;
Though it is clear as fire: now more than ever
Nothing can stop me...
Lord Agrail, I have long been reflecting:
Why do we serve the Gods so faithfully?
We are entitled to do whatever we wish,
Otherwise — why should we deny order so...
And besides, our God is an exile who was cursed;
We were cast from the heavens by the will of Chaos!
Our banner is Ouroboros, Armageddon's echo,
United where Beginning and End are one in fire!
Let mortals naively trust
Goodness and Light, casting us out!
They are foolish, miserable and do not know:
Worlds are destined to replace each other instantly!
They tried to exile us to Prison with prayer,
So blindly believing they would lock Evil forever...
Fools! Fools!! For Chaos in our battle
Will accomplish only what is foretold for them!..
...Faster the moment, when we with our army
Sink claws into this flesh of Earth!
When fire casts Ashan down into the abyss!
When the time comes for that final dawn...
Let everything flash and burn to ashes at once!
Let pain and death destroy life!
Let hope fade in same agony in the coming Darkness!
...Let the Great Cataclysm delight our gaze!
Oh yes, Lord, I serve only the moment,
But by that I am faithful, for I wait for only one thing!
Do not doubt: in the mountains I shall reach the task's goal!
Only to triumph in the victory of Evil over Evil...
Letter №6
(Describes real character, as well as the most likely scenario of actions in a similar situation. Other coincidences are to be considered accidental :D )
A vampire flew into the throne room. Licking his lips carnivorously, he bowed respectfully to the one sitting on the bone throne and held out a sheet of parchment.
- A letter, Your Majesty! We found it in the hands of a dead girl. But at a touch, she dissolved into the air. Only this remained.
The seal is broken and attentive eyes already run across the lines:
"I curse you, Sandro! From now on and for all eternity be unresting, may your soul never find peace!!! May my life from now on be a pledge of all defeats that await you in the near future!!! Believe me, I know what I am talking about. I smile as I write these lines because I have seen your future. You have none! No, no, no!!! You know, I have already lost everything in life that I could. And you will soon find out how it feels. Therefore, dying, I smile. You, the cause of all my misfortunes, will soon be cast into oblivion yourself! Understand, one cannot become the master of a world consisting of dead men. Dust to dust.
Oh, did I know, as a little mischievous girl, who stood out from the crowd of friends only by slightly pointed ears, that in my life I would have to see so much grief?! Did I know, creating my first spell, that later I would cast magic to save my own life and the lives of loved ones?! Did one of Theodore's best students know that she would have to fight so soon?! To see all these tears, to feel death itself. And it is all you, you! Because of you, my mother, the most worthy of Barkada, perished. Why did you come to these lands??? Were wars not enough for us, then you appeared and your hordes of skeletons!!! When, killed by the grief of my mother's death and being unable to remain among mages any longer, I went to my father in AvLi. I saw the lands of elves turned from flowery valleys into cemeteries of bones. Saw ghosts in ruins that were homes only recently, wept over ravaged graveyards. And every second I cursed you for all this!! You have no idea what those like me are capable of when a thirst for revenge boils in their soul!!! Oh, believe me, soon you will feel it! I was lucky, and among the elves I found my place, joined the army to fight you. My magical talents combined with elven accuracy and a sense of natural forces inherited from my father helped our squad achieve new victories over your army. Poor father, he perished, falling into an ambush by the swords of Black Knights. Your Black Knights!!! After that, I became even sadder. In life, I am not known for sociability, but perhaps this is for the best, and everything happening certainly did not add to my joy. And nevertheless, after some time, I was entrusted to command my own squad. I always tried to be a good commander: fearless and brave, lenient toward allies and ruthless toward enemies. I made sure that father's hysteria would not repeat itself, avoided your traps. Lives were entrusted to me. But now my warriors will have to follow someone else...
Once, back in Barkada, it was predicted for me that my death would serve as a signal for the Great Victory. I thought all this was untrue. Now I see that it will be exactly so! Oh, and I smile, going to my death. And you are doomed!!! I am dying, and that means the Alliance of Angels is already in our hands, and your skeletons will no longer help you!! I know that my death will not be in vain. And my body will not fall to you; I will not be one of your servants! I have already spoken the ancient words, and after death, not even dust will remain of me. Therefore I smile. Be thrice cursed, Sandro!!! For all your evil, all grief. For mother and father. I curse you!!! I curse you!"
Arandor
