Posts from Voting for the third stage of "Miss Heroesworld 2007" - "Tale of a Feat"

:smile10: Feat the First :smile14:

Volcanoes burned softly in the gorges -
In a grim corner where hurricanes reign,
A land of lonely and gray snows -
Not the best place for cities.
Only demons know that the north is hot,
The distant Rampart borders are their domain,
And we among them in that smoke, like a vision,
Guard every sin, every groan, every cry.
We are paid, and we take
The souls of unrighteous bodies.
We play the role of executioner,
Suffering is our lot...
Time flows ruthlessly: time and again
We fight for what you call Hell.
War after war - all will be swept away by order,
But fates cannot return back...
***
...I see - the horizon has suddenly become misty:
The Elven banners of the Great Trees
Sparkle in the snow, battle is coming!
The siege roulette will spin its wrath!

Demons - to arms!
I blow the horn,
Beat of drums,
Grinding of traps,
Follow me -
We shall teach them a lesson!

Towers - aim!
Flame - burn!
Dance of death -
Entertain!

The beats of mighty scaled wings
We will stop with one movement:
Heavenly flame - sulfur and stones,
Green shadows fall to the ground...

I shall curse every rustle of a sword,
Let the bowstring tremble like a candle,
Let the gates open at their feet:
A piercing portal from Gehenna above -
Reinforcements will come to us without any hindrance,
The Elves won't wait for someone to return home...

Dancers rush forward with blades in hand:
Movements precise as a faceted diamond,
Hoping to cut the fire into pieces,
They run toward the steeds and succubi,
Under stains of blood, the ground is not visible,
But fear will allow no delay in battle -
Thumping of hooves and a piercing scream:
Terror shackled the fighter.
Flight, pursuit, a fleeting moment -
The Devil will help them suffer to the end...

Fire again! And spheres, and comets,
Lightning lashes warriors somewhere...
Druids and fairies, Ents like a wall...
We have an answer! Cerberi - to battle!
Hellhounds are the embodiment of evil:
Their speed is fierce, their rage is blind,
They will tear flesh into bloody rags,
Sinking their teeth into the throats of enemies,
But only defenseless are the three-headed curs
Before a prayer to the holy heavens...

The battle continues, greedy arrows
Cut through space - upward and over walls,
Breaches are made, stone melts...
But suddenly the Elven banner tore!

Imps play on warm bones,
Ents with bloody foliage on branches,
Fairies fall to the ground like feathers,
The dance of fate in this battle is terrible...

Unicorns - the hope of forests!
Sparkling in the smoke, like a comet in the night,
They strive for the doom of enemies,
But in the eternal sky, a raven already screams...
Lords of caves - here is a gift for fools!
A shearing sword - and heads off shoulders!
Leave here, O warrior, the hope of return,
And consider it an honor to lie under orders...
***
It is all over. With my cursed will
I arranged a festive feast of death.
We are demons, but we bow to the heroes
Who fell in the hope of building their own world...

Dedicated to all authors, from whose brilliant, and not-so-brilliant works this "creation" was partially lifted :D
Once in a freezing winter time
We left the Tower - there was a severe frost!
Look - neutrals have settled on the road,
Behind them is a not-small cart of firewood.

Trees are not uncommon in our winter land,
But that doesn't stop us from taking this cart!
And so, forgetting about fatigue and paleness,
I will sing a song to the gremlins before battle.

Song for Gremlins (Old Russian lament):

Oh you, good folk, blue-panted ones!
You poor gremlins of mine...
You serve me, help me!
And overcome the neutrals...
In exchange, I will buy and allocate
New shells for you, I'll create them myself.
And then I'll give you a bonus,
I'll feed you, and to your heart's content!

The battle flared up - blood and sweat.
But the gremlins were only glad.
They are strong, they shoot... Oh!
One is killed... no, two! It had to be... :(

The firewood is ours now - victory! My
Squad rejoices. We go forward and forward again.
Let our foolish enemy risk his hide,
While we shoot them down. Let the whole world wait! ;)

And the blue-panted warriors rush forward,
Not forgetting to pull up their pants on the go
Their stride is firm and their steps are calm...
A messenger caught up with us - they're leading gargoyles!!!

We are insanely glad for this reinforcement
(Now the mines are ours - I am sure!)
But evening descended as a lilac shadow...
Time to stop. For rest, friends!

We decided to arrange an evening dance -
After all, it's mating season for gargoyles now.
The fun is in full swing and couples are swirling
Or maybe it's all just a half-delirium, half-dream =)

Mating dances of Gargoyles: (Tango music plays)

Ta-ta-ta-ta
- I am a gargoyle
Ta-ta-ta-ta
- Great - me too!
Ta-ta-ta-ta
- Let's dance
- Yes!
Da-da-dam-da-da-dam

A week, then another passes in marches.
The district is ours now, and the warriors do not sleep.
Neutrals are beaten in the nearest passages.
We cast our gaze toward distant lands!

But lo! A cry reached us from the south
And groans of the wounded - over there!!!
"A Barbarian has appeared here, my lady.
Please help us...". "Yes, yes!"

And now a messenger hurries,
We await reinforcements from the Towers.
Finally, on a great march!
And the wicked Barbarian is not scary to us. ;)

Thoughts on the road:

...Three days on the way,
And the heat of steppes...
Longing for snow -
Drink or not drink!

A group of Djinns began to sing a song.
And picking up their tunes
The whole army is already humming
This simple motif.

Marching song of the Djinns (melody of the unforgettable song by Lolita and Sasha "When the husband went for beer" plays):

Foolish Barbarian crawled out
To his own misfortune
And attacked our lands...
Tsa-tsa!!!
We will twist off
His head on the go
And give napalm to the ogres! :)
Tsa-tsa!!!
Tra-la-la-la,
And give napalm to the ogres...

It's already evening. But Barbarians are on the horizon.
"No lingering! Pursue!". But there is a downpour in the steppe...
Such that even an umbrella won't help.
Let's postpone until morning... But the Barbarian does not sleep!

In the shadow of the treacherous moon,
Under the cover of night and fog
This Barbarian attacked. We must
Defeat him. The Mages have a wound,

Golems are breached. A Titan
Has fallen. But Nagas are approaching!
Chain lightning, fireball, strike!!!
And in fear the goblins retreat...

Air support is important.
"We'll pelt them with pants!"
The gremlins shouted. They
Did not survive, they vanished themselves. :(

Horses and men clashed in attack,
Titan grappled with the Roc Bird.
Will there be victory or not?
But our hero is deaf to the Barbarians.

And bloodthirstily finishing off
The remnants of Barbarian banners,
He pours a cup of victory,
Drains it instantly - he's the winner!!! :)

And the rank of "Archangel" appeared...
It is solemnly presented!
And laurels, roses will crown
The glorious moment of this victory...

That was, perhaps, long ago,
Or maybe, quite recently.
But right now, we will still
Tell you about the most important thing.
Once, a beautiful elf with a childlike smile
Was taken by an unholy horde.
He could not shake off the obstacle of shackles,
And he suffered, and he wept,
Praying to fate to return his freedom.
But the enemy wanted only one thing:
The beautiful elven girl, the mother of him
Who caused all the commotion,
To shamelessly catch in a trap.
And the further essence is clear to all:
The enemy wished to drink power,
To kill the Elven princess (the mother).
But the mother was already rushing on a unicorn
With a huge army of creatures.
She tried to catch the villain by day,
But he, as luck would have it, vanished:
He decided to hide in a gorge.
But he completely underestimated
The power of elves: he forgot nature,
And shed his own blood.
An ordinary butterfly flew by,
Seeing the enemy, sensing something wrong,
She wanted to tell about it.
The Elven princess understood everything
And attacked from above the gorge!
He fell into his own trap,
Evil wizard, arrogant knave!
(Don't dig a pit for another,
You'll fall into it yourself)
For everyone has flaws,
Not everything in life can be accounted for.
And so the battle erupted:
The sky was hidden under a cover of arrows,
Clouds thickened, nothing is visible.
The villain attempted to escape:
A fireball headed toward her,
Magic resistance saved her again,
She didn't study at APMO* for nothing.
With her mind she commanded thunder,
With the hand of Zeus, she cast lightning.
Here the goal for all hearts is one:
To kill their enemy.
"Know, villain, a mother's wrath own -
The strongest wrath in the whole universe!"
Final blow. It's all over.
Victory was sweet and magical...
They saved the son of the Elven Princess,
She shed joyful tears,
All creatures were loyal to her,
And mimosas bloomed under her feet,
And in her soul it was completely bright,
That was, perhaps, long ago,
Or maybe, quite recently.

*Academy of Natural-Magical Development

Sing, song-makers,
bring out the gusli,
Now we'll tell you a tale
about a great rumble,
How a crooked basmachi attacked
a Russian village.
In a quiet field rye swayed,
A clean river flowed,
On a griffin, a pretty girl
Cut through the blue sky.
And seeing on the border
A crowd of rabble and soldiers
She flew like a blue bird
To gather an army.
Let's say for the record, this girl
Was an avid HM-ist,
And to gather a large host
She managed very quickly!!!!!
But! The crooked basmachi was also
Not one of the timid sort,
To hit him in the face
Would not be very sweet.
In general, they fought for a day,
What else should I tell you?
It's not a girl's business
To discuss all sorts of wars.
I will only tell of heroism,
And of the feat of love,
And how one heart
Could save the homeland.
In a tent was a captive medic,
Taken prisoner long ago,
He worked as a sanitary worker,
Apparently, it was destined so.
Their hearts longed for a long time,
Even before the war,
And they lived resigned
To all the troubles of fate.
Amidst all the destruction
Straight to the tent directly
A thunderbird flew in
And started bashing it.
Well, that the tent was empty
The bird didn't realize,
The sanitary worker had already at the start
Fled from the tent.
So the tent was destroyed,
Bandages, potions and syringes
Rolled across the field
And fighters were wounded.
Then the maiden saw
That the tent was no more,
And started fighting harder,
Sending spells in response.
Blood boiled in the maiden:
"Who could have dared
To mock the sanitary worker?
I'll make him be beaten,
I'll let him die...".
And the sanitary worker returned too,
Apparently, he has a conscience after all
And the basmachi got hit in the face,
And learned what revenge means.
In a quiet field rye swayed,
And partridges flew,
And that maiden wed
The sanitary worker from the tent)))))

In the darkness of the dungeon, dark shadows of hell steeds rushed past her very closely. They sowed death. They brought with them horror and fire, consuming everything in their path. They killed everyone who crossed their way. She struggled to stand on her feet and took a whip in her hands. A flick, and now several steeds are stamping their hooves on the ground, trying to get up. Their eyes burn with malice. Their fangs are turned toward her. But she is not afraid, the shadows do not give up! From behind, a nightmare creeps up, but immediately jumps back, caught by the strike of the whip. A deep wound stretched across its back. Instead of blood, the burning creature leaks lava. It attacks again, its fangs snapped a few centimeters from her face. And then it falls, struck down. She fought in the name of Malassa. She feels some movement behind her. Turns around. On the ash-heap, a pack of Cerberi is devouring remains... it was a black dragon. Her black dragon. Now it's a mess of blood, bones, and tendons, food for dogs. She takes the whip and with rage hits the Cerberi on their snarling muzzles. Several of them, cowardly whimpering, retreat back. One of them, dodging the blow, grabs her by the leg and knocks her to the ground. Its teeth sink into her knee... Malassa is powerless to help her daughter.
Hellish hordes rush past, burning the dungeon. They celebrate victory.

A new era dawned. The era of great reconciliation of peoples. It's hard to believe, but all peoples lived in peace and harmony. The nations concluded a Peace Treaty among themselves. Wars were forgotten - PEACE ruled the ball!! Of course, this peace was very fragile, and one spark would be enough for the fire of enmity to flare up again! But everything was calm until something happened that could disrupt an already fragile neutrality.
But my tale will begin several years later in the kingdom of Irollan, where green beautiful forests rustle in the wind, where there is transparent water in blue lakes, and where beautiful Silvans rule led by King Alaron, under the patronage of the goddess Silanna!!!
A young elf walked along a forest path, stately, beautiful, warrior strength was felt in him, and there was sadness in his eyes. He inhaled the scents of the forest, admired the blue sky that only exists here - In Illoran.
- Finally I am home!! Hello dear Illoran!!- he whispered and fell on the grass, - how long it's been since I saw you, but Glory to Silanna - I have returned!!
Suddenly very close he heard a rustle! Looking in that direction, he saw a beautiful girl sitting on the shore of a lake and looking with sadness at its water surface. He approached closer.
- Hello, beautiful fairy!- said the elf. The girl raised her sad eyes to him, looked carefully and suddenly exclaimed:
- It can't be!! It's you... YOU!!
Tears burst from her eyes, and memories rushed in a wave, overwhelming all her thoughts with a turbulent stream.

"Anwen burst into the hall; it was immediately clear from her face that something had happened. King Alaron looked at his daughter with concern:
- Anwen, my daughter!! What has happened??
Anwen ran to her father:
- Father!! Ossir - he is gone!! He is nowhere!
- Do not hurry, dear! You know your brother's passion for exploring secret paths and archery. Surely he just went far away into the forest to perfect his skill,- Alaron tried to calm his daughter. But Anwen did not want to listen to his assumptions:
- I searched all the paths, all the most secluded corners. He is nowhere! Father, I am worried about Ossir! He is still just a boy! Something is wrong here, I feel it!
At that moment Gilraen burst into the hall.
- King Alaron, I caught a spy from the Necropolis not far in the forest!! He says that Ossir is in the hands of the Necromancers! This is betrayal!! We must gather troops and march on the Necropolis!!
King Alaron turned pale. His hands gripped the armrests of the throne. He rose abruptly and spoke:
- No!! We must not hurry so. We must verify this information! I do not want to start a war and violate the Peace Treaty without verifying it!!



Anwen screamed in rage:
- Then I will find my brother myself!! And I will verify this information with battle!! They will answer for everything! I will find him, father, do you hear?! I will not return without Ossir!
With these words she ran out of the hall.
- Anwen, wait!! Anwen, may Silanna be with you!!- spoke King Alaron, looking after his fleeing daughter. But she no longer heard his words.
- Gilraen, gather troops! I will set out on a march myself! I cannot lose her! - with these words King Alaron left the hall.
Anwen gathered all the army she could find at that moment and set out on a march. Now she knew where to go. She hurried to help her brother. And no forces could hold her back!
More than one day passed before they finally began to approach the goal. Anwen hurried - every minute counted!! Suddenly, a ghastly sight appeared before her eyes. The whole field was strewn with corpses of undead troops, and only them. What could have happened?? Anwen was lost in guesses; she rode closer to take a look, when suddenly she heard a groan nearby. There lay a curled-up figure; Anwen approached closer and recognized Naadir - one of the best commanders of the Necropolis, and since the recent Peace, a friend of Anwen (however strange that may sound)! Naadir opened his eyes and saw Anwen leaning over him; he raised himself and whispered:
- Anwen, I had already hoped not to see you again, my beautiful princess of elves!! I..
But Anwen did not let him finish:
- How could you, Naadir?? How could you do this to me? How could you violate the Peace Treaty? We were friends, I trusted you!! You - a Necromancer, despite the dissatisfaction of others!! Where is my brother? Answer, where is Ossir?
Naadir tried to stand, but his body did not obey him, and he groaned:
- Anwen, listen to me! I betrayed neither you nor the Peace Treaty! I am loyal to our friendship, and to the Peace Treaty of our kingdoms!
- Then what is this?? Who is to blame? What happened here? And where is my brother? - Anwen was lost in guesses.
Naadir sighed and said:
- It's Lucretia! That vampire has gone completely mad! She found an Ancient book on Necromancy, and read a recipe for eternal immortality and youth!! And now she needs the blood of a young elf from the royal line, that is why she kidnapped your brother! He is the only one whose blood fits. I found out about this and tried to stop her. I didn't want her madness to violate our Treaty and kill your brother! But she didn't listen to me; we fought to the death. And she won! Forgive me, I couldn't stop her!
- But where is my brother???- whispered Anwen in despair,- tell me, is he still alive?
Naadir groaned from pain and whispered:
- I don't know, Anwen! I did everything I could for you, my Princess, for peace between our lands, for the sake of our friendship, and my love for you! I am a great stealer of souls!! But you stole my soul, Anwen! I would never cause you pain! I did all I could, but she won! Forgive me, beloved!
Anwen rushed to him, laid his head on her knees; tears flowed from her eyes, and there was a lump in her throat; she whispered in despair:
- Naadir, do not die!! Just don't die! I cannot lose you too!
- Forgive me, my beloved! I love you, Anwen..- with these words Naadir closed his eyes and took the last breath of his life.



Anwen squeezed his lifeless body in her embrace. Her heart was breaking from pain. She carefully laid Naadir's body on the ground. Stood up and exclaimed in a burst of rage:
- Lucretia, you will answer for everything to me! For my brother and for Naadir! O, Great goddess Silanna give me strength!
Anwen jumped onto her horse and addressed her warriors:
- We march right now!! Wipe this vermin off the face of the earth! And may the power of Silanna herself be with us!
Anwen led her army to battle; she knew where to find Lucretia. Rage and a thirst for revenge stormed in her heart! And Silanna herself was with her, putting all her power into Anwen's sword! They reached Lucretia by morning. Anwen, without waiting a second, entered the battle. She was led by Silanna herself, and she could not, had no right to lose!! Too much was at stake - Ossir's life, peace in the Kingdoms!
All warriors stood at their positions: Emerald Dragons, Ancient Ents, Battle Unicorns, High Druids, Masters of the bow, Blade Dancers and even Dryads - all came out for this battle! Well then, studying the Magic of Light to perfection should help Anwen. Elven luck must be on her side. And the rage of Silanna herself will ensure victory!
Lucretia put forward her entire powerful armada: Dragons, Heralds of Death, Archliches, and Lucretia's favorites Vampires; there were incorporeal Ghosts, Plague Zombies, and hordes of Skeletons.
Anwen rushed into attack! The air shuddered from magic, sparkled from spoken spells. For every spell of Lucretia, Anwen found her own counter-spell.
Anwen endowed all her warriors with evasion from undead arrows, acceleration, blessing, stone skin and counter-strike. Now the Ents, under the effect of teleport, moved into the enemy camp and entwined the Heralds of Death with their powerful roots; Emerald Dragons burned out undead shooters with acid flame, and Lucretia's magical attacks were powerless before the aura of magic resistance of the Unicorns, who protected the Masters of the bow. And the blinding of Unicorns always worked! Druids, Dancers, Dryads all found work; for some this battle became the last in their life! But they all knew what they were doing and were ready to fight not for life, but for death! And so one by one Lucretia's warriors turned into a pile of bones. But Anwen also lost almost her entire army, and this fact tormented the girl's heart very much. And only one thought spun in Anwen's head: "If only all this was not in vain!" She approached Lucretia, who was wheezing in death agony.
- Where is my brother? Where is Ossir?
Lucretia burst into insane, heartbreaking laughter:
- That fool Naadir ruined everything; while I was dealing with him, your brother escaped, and no one knows where he is! Everything failed!! You will NEVER see him now! O, Sandro! I come to you!- and with these words she breathed her last.
Anwen sank to her knees in powerless despair... And at that moment she saw Alaron's army. The King ran up to his daughter:
- Forgive me, Anwen, we are late! You are alive! What happiness! Where is Ossir?
Anwen threw herself into her father's arms. They talked for a long time; Anwen told everything she found out, about Naadir, Lucretia, and that Ossir's whereabouts are now unknown.
- Well then daughter, we will find him! We will definitely find him! I will send my best scouts! You punished Lucretia, and we will not start a war - let this be a lesson to others! And Naadir we will commit to the earth with honor worthy of a Great warrior and Hero! I know that he was your friend, and although I never believed in this friendship - I admit that I was wrong! What does this prove? That the world is becoming better, it changes!

King Alaron, as promised, sent his very best scouts to search for Ossir. But everything was fruitless. Anwen was inconsolable; she left Illoran and traveled all lands in search of her brother, but he was nowhere. Only the northern lands remained unexplored - the kingdom of the Fortress clans - dwarves, but entry into them was closed, and no one thought that Ossir could have gone so far. Several years passed this way, which Anwen spent in solitude, going into deep forests! King Alaron was, of course, against Anwen's departure, but she remained steadfast.
- Until I find Ossir, I will not return, father! – said Anwen before leaving.
Lately, rumors have more and more often reached that a warrior appeared in the Northern lands endowed with extraordinary accuracy in archery! And Anwen no longer doubted that it was Ossir. But how to penetrate there, no one knew. But could this stop Anwen? The girl had already decided everything - she will go to the Northern lands in search of Ossir. And may Silanna help her! Tomorrow morning, she will set out on a march, and today Anwen came to the forest lake where she and Ossir once loved to sit and talk about everything in the world. »

Anwen woke from her memories and through tears looked at the young elf. Her heart pounded with happiness and joyful anticipation:
-Ossir!! It's you!! Is it really you, my beloved little brother?!
Anwen jumped to her feet and rushed to the elf, her eyes shining with happiness! He caught her in his embrace and kissed her!
-Yes, Anwen!! It's me - your missing brother Ossir! My dear sister, I have returned! Glory to Silanna, I have returned to you and father in our native Illoran! I was wounded then during the escape, lost consciousness and woke up already in the Fortress clans; they found and sheltered me. But for a long time they did not want to let me go. But now I am here with you at home! Let's go quickly to father, I have news! I know where to find the Tear of Ashi!
Anwen laughed:
-Ossir, you are incorrigible! You just returned and again you want to leave?! But let's go to father! Now I can return home together with you! And the Tear of Ashi - well, we really will need it, but now I will go together with you!
And they happily set off to King Alaron. And the Tear of Ashi? That is already another story....