- Don't look down... Don't look down... Don't look down... Don't look down... Looked... What a beauty!!! In the distance, mighty mountains could be seen, with plumes of smoke rising from some of them – nature was demonstrating who was in charge. Behind us, to the south, lay a vast desert dotted with small blue spots... the silver cities are visible even from here... Directly below us stretched endless forests, fields, and rivers, so familiar to the heart of an elf and a human. And all this magnificence is ruled by... dragons... They observe this beauty every day. How I envy them... - The air sickness of the forest elf evaporated at the sight of the Ashan landscape.
- Oh, I'm suddenly feeling philosophical... The celestial air must be affecting me. Ha-ha! Yeeeeehaaa!!! I am the king of the world!! Although, I have a feeling that this has happened before... oh well!
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And NOTHING has changed... Well, except that they started breathing... And a door appeared in the corner... Actions?
- Then why did he give it to us? He could have just sent that dragon to attack the city, even multiple dragons.
- Arthes - captain of the imperial knights. No, that doesn't work. But I agree with you, something here just doesn't feel right...
The fog cleared, and you looked around... Only the corpses of your comrades are around you...
What will you do, Sar?
Knight, strangely enough, the attack just passed through the air... it seems you're in reality... What will you do?


"Мы не герои. Мы сильны. Мы упрямы. Мы стараемся соблюдать условия контракта. Но мы не умираем за проигравших." Костоправ
"Мы не поклонники честной игры, если ее можно избежать. Девиз Отряда – максимальная эффективность при минимальном риске." Костоправ
And he got both Mental Storm and Fireball... on himself (-35 HP)...
The fog cleared, you looked around... Only the corpses of your comrades are around you...
What now, Sar?
Knight, strangely enough, the attack just pierced the air... it seems you are in reality... What now?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing... The assassin lost heart. He dropped the dagger from his hand and sat on the ground... "In such cases, the teacher advised just to sit and wait... Wait..."
- Never mind, we'll fly over and wait. -said Verdan. - Look, it seems Irrilot is on the horizon... - Some time after the dragon approached the city, arrows began to rain down from the walls...
Все люди - братья, но в каждом из нас спит волк.
I decide quickly...
I clear my mind of thoughts... I close my eyes...
Thak... Images of death appear in my mind... My friends... Me... Then battles... with dwarves... and with elves...
It's gone... I allow a spark of thought, and I am immediately overwhelmed by a feeling of loneliness...
It's not scary... I was almost alone for most of my past life (before meeting Ada), and I often had to travel alone through dark places...
This feeling disappears...
I need to do something... After all, someone might be zombified and kill one of us...
At my own risk, I get up... I look around for any hint of the mage's presence...
The mist cleared, you looked around... Around you are only the corpses of your comrades...
Actions, Sar?
- "Damn, to fall for such a simple trap...." - the wounded mage reproached himself. Limping, Saruman reached the nearest wall, and leaning against it, began to recall lessons from the Mages' Academy... After some time I managed to remember the Restoration spell... true, I am no specialist in healing, and I won't be able to heal wounds instantly, but for a start this will suffice!(some wounds closed, health +5, 3 turns until effect ends). Now if only I had come across some living creature...
"I must try to find the others!" - thought the mage, after which he began to call out loudly to his companions: "Adelaide, Smoke, Knight!", and then...
Нет невежества - есть Знание
However, the dragon swooped down, landed on the ground, and stopped right in front of the main gates of the city, as if suggesting that we dismount (we've had our fun). I quickly jumped off the ground and took cover from the arrows behind the dragon, when a commanding voice boomed from the city wall: "Keep them in your sights! Do not fire without orders!" And then, addressing us: "Drop your weapons, and we might spare you. And don't count on the dragon; we'll take it down quickly." More than a hundred iron bolt tips were aimed at us from the wall and battlements...