V análech Třetího věku Černých zemí, kde mýty splývají s ocelí a kouzly, se uchovává píseň o Pádu Obsidiánové citadely, kterou lidé nazývali Sedmou zříceninou. Tam dlel arcimág Juggernaut, Pán nestvůr, jehož žezlo z chladného železa diktovalo vůli stvůr a pod jehož stínem Rada Snakelegů – bytostí s lidským trupem a hadím ocasem – tkala síť věčné noci.Po měsíce se nad poli plížil nejmenovaný zármutek. Kupci mluvili o útlaku, který nepřicházel z mraků, ale ze samotného vzduchu. Ve vesnicích nabral děs nepřirozených podob: jehňata se rodila se šupinami místo vlny a úrody pšenice se během jediné noci změnily v páchnoucí popel. Hlídky přísahaly, že viděly klikaté stíny klouzající mezi stromy, příliš vysoké na to, aby to byli lidé, a příliš moudré na to, aby to byla zvířata.OnixStone, král nekromantů, a jeho manželka, královna Ayving, slyšeli nářek země. Aby rozpletla záhadu, Ayving nevyslala jezdce, ale své Mrtvolné badatele, bytosti obdařené Posmrtným vnímáním, schopné vyslýchat prach a číst paměť kamenů. Tito stopaři se odvážili do Jižních magických lesů, zemí, které Páni světla ponechali svému osudu. Tam, v srdci zkaženého lesa, našli Ruinu N7, hnízdo, kde Juggernaut skrýval zástupy, které se odvážili pojmenovat jen pěvci v nejstarších krčmách.Tváří v tvář takové hrozbě uzavřely Světlo a Temnota pakt. Král OnixStone poslal slovo velkému vojevůdci jménem Blizzy a pod praporem rovnováhy bylo ukováno spojenectví železa a ducha.Předvoj vedly dvě ženy neochvějné vůle: Ardanen, generální kapitánka Blizzyho rytířů, a královna Ayving, která kráčela ve jménu svého manžela s mrazivým ohněm v pohledu.Juggernaut ze svých obsidiánových střílen vyvolal Generátor bouří. Nebesa nabrala žlučovitě fialovou barvu a cesty se rozpustily v bahno, což prodloužilo agónii cesty. Po dosažení bran arcimág seslal Poselství z pekla, šepot, který oslabil sílu statečných, a Hlubokou hrůzu, příliv děsu, který zmrazil devadesát procent vojáků a zanechal je před nepřítelem jako solné sloupy.Ale Ardanen, pozvedajíc Overlord's Spear (Vládcovo kopí) ryté runami starodávného světla, zařvala výzvu, která zvýšila útok jejích mužů o devadesát devět procent a roztříštila kouzlo. Vedle ní Ayving seslala Kouzlo potlačení nestvůr, čímž vysála život z chimér zříceniny a utkala závoj zdraví nad kavalerií. V vřavě si Ardanen nasadila Masku hrůzy, čímž vrátila paniku obráncům, zatímco královna nekromantů potlačovala obranu citadely rituály, které roztřásly základy z černého kamene.Zatímco Ardanen strhávala brány, Ayving pronikla do vnitřní svatyně. Její cesta nevedla za zlatem, ale za ranou otevřenou před věky. V dobách, kdy OnixStone a Ayving byli ještě z masa a kostí, jejich nenarozený syn umíral. Oklamáni Snakelegy v hluboké jeskyni, rodiče se vzdali svého lidství výměnou za spásu, která byla zradou: čarodějové dítě obětovali a rodiče odsoudili k nesmrtelnosti hrobu.Ayving našla sedm patriarchů Rady. Její elitní zabijáci zablokovali každé kouzlo a obsidiánovými dýkami podřízli hrdla zkažených mudrců. Ale královna nehledala jejich smrt, nýbrž jejich věčnou službu.—Povstaňte! —zvolala Ayving a její hlas otřásl sférami onoho světa.Mrtvoly Snakelegů se prohnuly s křupáním lámaných kostí. Jejich oči vzplály bledě modrým ohněm a zůstali připoutáni jako otroci bez vůle, strážci stínu Ayving, dokud se svět točí. Pomsta králů nekromantů byla zpečetěna v knize osudu.Po rituálu se stal zázrak. Z oltáře obětí vytryskla čistá záře: duše syna Ayving, konečně osvobozená z Juggernautova magického vězení. Na krátkou a věčnou vteřinu se dítě zhmotnilo před svou matkou.Ayving, jejíž kůže byla chladná jako mramor náhrobku, pocítila spalující lidské teplo sálající z malé postavy. Byl to dotek světla, který prorazil tisíc let temnoty. Viděla dítě stoupat k Polím slunce, unikající z hroutící se Ruiny. Toto teplo probudilo v jejím středu jiskru lidskosti, kterou už žádná nekromancie v My Lands nemohla znovu udusit.Než země pohltila citadelu, Ardanen získala Juggernautovy Magické krystaly, poklady pro Blizzyho runovou vědu, spolu s pergamenem zapomenutých věků a bohatstvím v železe a zlatě. Ale nejvznešenějším nálezem bylo neuvěřitelné množství Černých perel, úlomků pevné noci a absolutní moci.Ardanen a Ayving se vynořily z mračna prachu a nechaly propast za sebou. Jedna nesla kořist, která by financovala říše; druhá klid osvobozeného syna a službu svých nepřátel. A tak skončila píseň o Ruině N7, v rovnováze slávy a stínu, která přetrvá, dokud budou básníci, kteří ji budou zpívat.
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OnixStone
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The Chronicle of Pearl and Frost
English Version: The Chronicle of Pearl and Frost
In the annals of the Third Age of the Black Lands, where myths merge with steel and sorcery, there is kept the song of the Fall of the Obsidian Citadel, which men called the Seventh Ruin. There dwelt the Archmage Juggernaut, Lord of Beasts, whose scepter of cold iron dictated the will of monsters, and under whose shadow the Council of Snakelegs—beings of human torso and serpent tail—wove the web of an eternal night.
I. The Whisper of the Shadow
For months, a nameless sorrow crawled over the fields. Merchants spoke of an oppression that came not from the clouds, but from the very air. In the villages, dread took unnatural forms: lambs born with scales instead of wool and wheat harvests that, in a single vigil, turned to fetid ash. Sentinels swore they saw sinuous shadows gliding through the trees, too tall to be men, too wise to be beasts.
OnixStone, the Necromancer King, and his wife, Queen Ayving, heard the lament of the earth. To unravel the mystery, Ayving sent no riders, but her Cadaverous Researchers, beings endowed with Posthumous Perception, capable of questioning the dust and reading the memory of stones. These trackers ventured into the Southern Magical Forests, lands that the Lords of Light had abandoned to their fate. There, in the heart of the corrupt woodland, they found Ruin N7, the nest where Juggernaut hid hosts that only the minstrels of the oldest taverns dared to name.
Faced with such a threat, Light and Darkness made a pact. King OnixStone sent word to the great Warlord, Blizzy, and an alliance of iron and spirit was forged under the banner of balance.
II. The March of the Two Captains
Two women of unshakeable will led the vanguard: Ardanen, the Captain General of Blizzy’s Knights, and Queen Ayving, who marched in her husband's name with a frost-fire in her gaze.
Juggernaut, from his obsidian embrasures, summoned the Storm Generator. The skies turned a bilious violet and the roads dissolved into mire, prolonging the agony of the journey. Upon reaching the gates, the Archmage cast the Message from Hell, a whisper that reduced the strength of the brave, and the Deep Horror, a tide of dread that froze ninety percent of the soldiers, leaving them like statues of salt before the enemy.
But Ardanen, raising the Overlord's Spear engraved with runes of ancient light, roared a challenge that increased her men's attack by ninety-nine percent, shattering the spell. Beside her, Ayving cast the Monster Suppression Spell, draining the life from the ruin’s chimeras and weaving a veil of health over the cavalry. In the fray, Ardanen donned the Mask of Horror, returning panic to the defenders, while the Necromancer Queen suppressed the citadel's defenses with rites that made the foundations of black stone tremble.
III. The Debt of the Crystal Cave
While Ardanen tore down the gates, Ayving infiltrated the sanctum. Her path was not for gold, but for a wound opened eons ago. In the days when OnixStone and Ayving were still of flesh and blood, their unborn son lay dying. Deceived by the Snakelegs in a deep cave, the parents surrendered their humanity for a salvation that was betrayal: the sorcerers sacrificed the child and condemned the parents to the immortality of the tomb.
Ayving found the seven patriarchs of the Council. Her elite assassins blocked every spell and, with obsidian daggers, slit the throats of the corrupt sages. But the Queen did not seek their death, but their eternal servitude.
—Rise! —Ayving cried, and her voice shook the spheres of the beyond.
The corpses of the Snakelegs arched with the cracking of broken bone. Their eyes ignited with a pale blue fire, remaining chained as will-less slaves, guardians of Ayving's shadow as long as the world turns. The vengeance of the Necromancer Kings was sealed in the book of fate.
IV. Light Among the Ash
Following the rite, a miracle occurred. From the altar of sacrifice emerged a pure luminescence: the soul of Ayving's son, finally freed from Juggernaut's mystical confinement. For a brief and eternal second, the child materialized before his mother.
Ayving, whose skin was as cold as the marble of a sepulcher, felt a scorching human warmth emanating from the small figure. It was a touch of light that pierced a thousand years of darkness. She saw the child ascend toward the Fields of the Sun, escaping the collapsing Ruin. That warmth awakened at the center of her being a spark of humanity that all the necromancy of My Lands could never again smother.
V. The Sunset of the Ruin
Before the earth swallowed the citadel, Ardanen recovered Juggernaut's Magical Crystals, treasures for Blizzy's runic science, along with a parchment of forgotten ages and riches in iron and gold. But most sublime was the finding of an incredible amount of Black Pearls, fragments of solid night and absolute power.
Ardanen and Ayving emerged from the cloud of dust, leaving the abyss behind. One carried the booty that would finance empires; the other, the peace of a freed son and the servitude of her enemies. And so ended the song of Ruin N7, in a balance of glory and shadow that would endure as long as there are poets to sing it.
In the annals of the Third Age of the Black Lands, where myths merge with steel and sorcery, there is kept the song of the Fall of the Obsidian Citadel, which men called the Seventh Ruin. There dwelt the Archmage Juggernaut, Lord of Beasts, whose scepter of cold iron dictated the will of monsters, and under whose shadow the Council of Snakelegs—beings of human torso and serpent tail—wove the web of an eternal night.
I. The Whisper of the Shadow
For months, a nameless sorrow crawled over the fields. Merchants spoke of an oppression that came not from the clouds, but from the very air. In the villages, dread took unnatural forms: lambs born with scales instead of wool and wheat harvests that, in a single vigil, turned to fetid ash. Sentinels swore they saw sinuous shadows gliding through the trees, too tall to be men, too wise to be beasts.
OnixStone, the Necromancer King, and his wife, Queen Ayving, heard the lament of the earth. To unravel the mystery, Ayving sent no riders, but her Cadaverous Researchers, beings endowed with Posthumous Perception, capable of questioning the dust and reading the memory of stones. These trackers ventured into the Southern Magical Forests, lands that the Lords of Light had abandoned to their fate. There, in the heart of the corrupt woodland, they found Ruin N7, the nest where Juggernaut hid hosts that only the minstrels of the oldest taverns dared to name.
Faced with such a threat, Light and Darkness made a pact. King OnixStone sent word to the great Warlord, Blizzy, and an alliance of iron and spirit was forged under the banner of balance.
II. The March of the Two Captains
Two women of unshakeable will led the vanguard: Ardanen, the Captain General of Blizzy’s Knights, and Queen Ayving, who marched in her husband's name with a frost-fire in her gaze.
Juggernaut, from his obsidian embrasures, summoned the Storm Generator. The skies turned a bilious violet and the roads dissolved into mire, prolonging the agony of the journey. Upon reaching the gates, the Archmage cast the Message from Hell, a whisper that reduced the strength of the brave, and the Deep Horror, a tide of dread that froze ninety percent of the soldiers, leaving them like statues of salt before the enemy.
But Ardanen, raising the Overlord's Spear engraved with runes of ancient light, roared a challenge that increased her men's attack by ninety-nine percent, shattering the spell. Beside her, Ayving cast the Monster Suppression Spell, draining the life from the ruin’s chimeras and weaving a veil of health over the cavalry. In the fray, Ardanen donned the Mask of Horror, returning panic to the defenders, while the Necromancer Queen suppressed the citadel's defenses with rites that made the foundations of black stone tremble.
III. The Debt of the Crystal Cave
While Ardanen tore down the gates, Ayving infiltrated the sanctum. Her path was not for gold, but for a wound opened eons ago. In the days when OnixStone and Ayving were still of flesh and blood, their unborn son lay dying. Deceived by the Snakelegs in a deep cave, the parents surrendered their humanity for a salvation that was betrayal: the sorcerers sacrificed the child and condemned the parents to the immortality of the tomb.
Ayving found the seven patriarchs of the Council. Her elite assassins blocked every spell and, with obsidian daggers, slit the throats of the corrupt sages. But the Queen did not seek their death, but their eternal servitude.
—Rise! —Ayving cried, and her voice shook the spheres of the beyond.
The corpses of the Snakelegs arched with the cracking of broken bone. Their eyes ignited with a pale blue fire, remaining chained as will-less slaves, guardians of Ayving's shadow as long as the world turns. The vengeance of the Necromancer Kings was sealed in the book of fate.
IV. Light Among the Ash
Following the rite, a miracle occurred. From the altar of sacrifice emerged a pure luminescence: the soul of Ayving's son, finally freed from Juggernaut's mystical confinement. For a brief and eternal second, the child materialized before his mother.
Ayving, whose skin was as cold as the marble of a sepulcher, felt a scorching human warmth emanating from the small figure. It was a touch of light that pierced a thousand years of darkness. She saw the child ascend toward the Fields of the Sun, escaping the collapsing Ruin. That warmth awakened at the center of her being a spark of humanity that all the necromancy of My Lands could never again smother.
V. The Sunset of the Ruin
Before the earth swallowed the citadel, Ardanen recovered Juggernaut's Magical Crystals, treasures for Blizzy's runic science, along with a parchment of forgotten ages and riches in iron and gold. But most sublime was the finding of an incredible amount of Black Pearls, fragments of solid night and absolute power.
Ardanen and Ayving emerged from the cloud of dust, leaving the abyss behind. One carried the booty that would finance empires; the other, the peace of a freed son and the servitude of her enemies. And so ended the song of Ruin N7, in a balance of glory and shadow that would endure as long as there are poets to sing it.
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OnixStone
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VERSIÓN EN ESPAÑOL: La Crónica de la Perla y el Hielo: El Fin de la Ruina N7
En los anales de la Tercera Edad de las Tierras Negras, donde los mitos se confunden con el acero y la magia, se guarda el cantar de la Caída de la Ciudadela de Obsidiana, la que los hombres llamaron la Ruina Séptima. Allí moraba el Archimago Juggernaut, Señor de las Bestias, cuyo cetro de hierro frío dictaba la voluntad de los monstruos, y bajo cuya sombra el Consejo de los Snakelegs —seres de torso humano y cola de serpiente— tejía la urdimbre de una noche eterna.
I. El Susurro de la Sombra
Durante meses, una pesadumbre sin nombre se arrastró sobre los campos. Los mercaderes hablaban de una opresión que no venía de las nubes, sino del aire mismo. En las aldeas, el pavor cobró formas contra natura: corderos que nacían con escamas en lugar de lana y cosechas de trigo que, en una sola vigilia, se tornaban en ceniza fétida. Los centinelas juraban ver sombras sinuosas deslizándose entre los árboles, demasiado altas para ser hombres, demasiado sabias para ser bestias.
OnixStone, el Rey Nigromante, y su esposa, la Reina Ayving, escucharon el lamento de la tierra. Para desentrañar el misterio, Ayving no envió jinetes, sino a sus Investigadores Cadavéricos, seres dotados de Percepción Póstuma, capaces de interrogar al polvo y leer la memoria de las piedras. Estos rastreadores se adentraron en los Bosques Mágicos Australes, tierras que los Señores de la Luz habían abandonado a su suerte. Allí, en el corazón del boscaje corrupto, hallaron la Ruina N7, el nido donde Juggernaut ocultaba huestes que solo los juglares de las tabernas más antiguas se atrevían a nombrar.
Ante tal amenaza, la Luz y la Oscuridad pactaron. El Rey OnixStone envió su palabra al gran Señor de la Guerra, Blizzy, y una alianza de hierro y espíritu se forjó bajo el estandarte del equilibrio.
II. La Marcha de las Dos Capitanas
Dos mujeres de voluntad inquebrantable lideraron la vanguardia: Ardanen, la Capitana General de los Caballeros de Blizzy, y la Reina Ayving, quien marchaba en nombre de su esposo con un fuego gélido en la mirada.
Juggernaut, desde sus troneras de obsidiana, invocó el Generador de Tormentas. Los cielos se tornaron de un violeta bilioso y los caminos se deshicieron en fango, prolongando la agonía del viaje. Al llegar a las puertas, el Archimago lanzó el Mensaje del Infierno, un susurro que redujo la fuerza de los valientes, y el Horror Profundo, una marea de pavor que congeló al noventa por ciento de los soldados, dejándolos como estatuas de sal ante el enemigo.
Pero Ardanen, alzando la Overlord's Spear grabada con runas de luz antigua, rugió un desafío que aumentó el ataque de sus hombres en un noventa y nueve por ciento, quebrando el hechizo. A su lado, Ayving lanzó el Conjuro de Supresión de Monstruos, drenando la vida de las quimeras de la ruina y tejiendo un velo de salud sobre la caballería. En el fragor, Ardanen vistió la Máscara del Horror, devolviendo el pánico a los defensores, mientras la Reina Nigromante suprimía las defensas de la ciudadela con ritos que hacían temblar los cimientos de piedra negra.
III. La Deuda de la Cueva de Cristal
Mientras Ardanen derribaba las puertas, Ayving se infiltró en el sanctasanctórum. Su camino no era por el oro, sino por una herida abierta eones atrás. En los días en que OnixStone y Ayving aún eran de carne y sangre, su hijo no nato agonizaba. Engañados por los Snakelegs en una caverna profunda, los padres entregaron su humanidad por una salvación que fue traición: los hechiceros sacrificaron al niño y condenaron a los progenitores a la inmortalidad de la tumba.
Ayving halló a los siete patriarcas del Consejo. Sus asesinos de élite bloquearon todo conjuro y, con dagas de obsidiana, abrieron las gargantas de los sabios corruptos. Pero la Reina no buscaba su muerte, sino su servidumbre eterna.
—¡Levantaos! —clamó Ayving, y su voz sacudió las esferas del más allá.
Los cadáveres de los Snakelegs se arquearon con crujidos de hueso roto. Sus ojos se encendieron con un fuego azul pálido, quedando encadenados como esclavos sin voluntad, guardianes de la sombra de Ayving mientras el mundo gire. La venganza de los Reyes Nigromantes estaba sellada en el libro del destino.
IV. La Luz entre la Ceniza
Tras el rito, ocurrió el milagro. Del altar de los sacrificios emergió una luminiscencia pura: el alma del hijo de Ayving, liberada por fin del encierro místico de Juggernaut. Por un brevísimo y eterno segundo, el niño se materializó frente a su madre.
Ayving, cuya piel era tan fría como el mármol del sepulcro, sintió un calor humano abrasador que emanaba de la figura pequeña. Fue un roce de luz que atravesó mil años de oscuridad. Vio al niño ascender hacia los Campos del Sol, escapando de la Ruina que colapsaba. Aquel calor despertó en el centro de su ser una chispa de humanidad que ni toda la nigromancia de My Lands podría volver a sofocar.
V. El Ocaso de la Ruina
Antes de que la tierra tragara la ciudadela, Ardanen recuperó los Cristales Mágicos de Juggernaut, tesoros para la ciencia rúnica de Blizzy, junto a un pergamino de eras olvidadas y riquezas en hierro y oro. Pero lo más excelso fue el hallazgo de una cantidad increíble de Perlas Negras, fragmentos de noche sólida y poder absoluto.
Ardanen y Ayving emergieron de la nube de polvo, dejando atrás el abismo. Una portaba el botín que financiaría imperios; la otra, la paz de un hijo liberado y la servidumbre de sus enemigos. Y así terminó la canción de la Ruina N7, en un equilibrio de gloria y sombra que perduraría mientras hubiera poetas para cantarla.
En los anales de la Tercera Edad de las Tierras Negras, donde los mitos se confunden con el acero y la magia, se guarda el cantar de la Caída de la Ciudadela de Obsidiana, la que los hombres llamaron la Ruina Séptima. Allí moraba el Archimago Juggernaut, Señor de las Bestias, cuyo cetro de hierro frío dictaba la voluntad de los monstruos, y bajo cuya sombra el Consejo de los Snakelegs —seres de torso humano y cola de serpiente— tejía la urdimbre de una noche eterna.
I. El Susurro de la Sombra
Durante meses, una pesadumbre sin nombre se arrastró sobre los campos. Los mercaderes hablaban de una opresión que no venía de las nubes, sino del aire mismo. En las aldeas, el pavor cobró formas contra natura: corderos que nacían con escamas en lugar de lana y cosechas de trigo que, en una sola vigilia, se tornaban en ceniza fétida. Los centinelas juraban ver sombras sinuosas deslizándose entre los árboles, demasiado altas para ser hombres, demasiado sabias para ser bestias.
OnixStone, el Rey Nigromante, y su esposa, la Reina Ayving, escucharon el lamento de la tierra. Para desentrañar el misterio, Ayving no envió jinetes, sino a sus Investigadores Cadavéricos, seres dotados de Percepción Póstuma, capaces de interrogar al polvo y leer la memoria de las piedras. Estos rastreadores se adentraron en los Bosques Mágicos Australes, tierras que los Señores de la Luz habían abandonado a su suerte. Allí, en el corazón del boscaje corrupto, hallaron la Ruina N7, el nido donde Juggernaut ocultaba huestes que solo los juglares de las tabernas más antiguas se atrevían a nombrar.
Ante tal amenaza, la Luz y la Oscuridad pactaron. El Rey OnixStone envió su palabra al gran Señor de la Guerra, Blizzy, y una alianza de hierro y espíritu se forjó bajo el estandarte del equilibrio.
II. La Marcha de las Dos Capitanas
Dos mujeres de voluntad inquebrantable lideraron la vanguardia: Ardanen, la Capitana General de los Caballeros de Blizzy, y la Reina Ayving, quien marchaba en nombre de su esposo con un fuego gélido en la mirada.
Juggernaut, desde sus troneras de obsidiana, invocó el Generador de Tormentas. Los cielos se tornaron de un violeta bilioso y los caminos se deshicieron en fango, prolongando la agonía del viaje. Al llegar a las puertas, el Archimago lanzó el Mensaje del Infierno, un susurro que redujo la fuerza de los valientes, y el Horror Profundo, una marea de pavor que congeló al noventa por ciento de los soldados, dejándolos como estatuas de sal ante el enemigo.
Pero Ardanen, alzando la Overlord's Spear grabada con runas de luz antigua, rugió un desafío que aumentó el ataque de sus hombres en un noventa y nueve por ciento, quebrando el hechizo. A su lado, Ayving lanzó el Conjuro de Supresión de Monstruos, drenando la vida de las quimeras de la ruina y tejiendo un velo de salud sobre la caballería. En el fragor, Ardanen vistió la Máscara del Horror, devolviendo el pánico a los defensores, mientras la Reina Nigromante suprimía las defensas de la ciudadela con ritos que hacían temblar los cimientos de piedra negra.
III. La Deuda de la Cueva de Cristal
Mientras Ardanen derribaba las puertas, Ayving se infiltró en el sanctasanctórum. Su camino no era por el oro, sino por una herida abierta eones atrás. En los días en que OnixStone y Ayving aún eran de carne y sangre, su hijo no nato agonizaba. Engañados por los Snakelegs en una caverna profunda, los padres entregaron su humanidad por una salvación que fue traición: los hechiceros sacrificaron al niño y condenaron a los progenitores a la inmortalidad de la tumba.
Ayving halló a los siete patriarcas del Consejo. Sus asesinos de élite bloquearon todo conjuro y, con dagas de obsidiana, abrieron las gargantas de los sabios corruptos. Pero la Reina no buscaba su muerte, sino su servidumbre eterna.
—¡Levantaos! —clamó Ayving, y su voz sacudió las esferas del más allá.
Los cadáveres de los Snakelegs se arquearon con crujidos de hueso roto. Sus ojos se encendieron con un fuego azul pálido, quedando encadenados como esclavos sin voluntad, guardianes de la sombra de Ayving mientras el mundo gire. La venganza de los Reyes Nigromantes estaba sellada en el libro del destino.
IV. La Luz entre la Ceniza
Tras el rito, ocurrió el milagro. Del altar de los sacrificios emergió una luminiscencia pura: el alma del hijo de Ayving, liberada por fin del encierro místico de Juggernaut. Por un brevísimo y eterno segundo, el niño se materializó frente a su madre.
Ayving, cuya piel era tan fría como el mármol del sepulcro, sintió un calor humano abrasador que emanaba de la figura pequeña. Fue un roce de luz que atravesó mil años de oscuridad. Vio al niño ascender hacia los Campos del Sol, escapando de la Ruina que colapsaba. Aquel calor despertó en el centro de su ser una chispa de humanidad que ni toda la nigromancia de My Lands podría volver a sofocar.
V. El Ocaso de la Ruina
Antes de que la tierra tragara la ciudadela, Ardanen recuperó los Cristales Mágicos de Juggernaut, tesoros para la ciencia rúnica de Blizzy, junto a un pergamino de eras olvidadas y riquezas en hierro y oro. Pero lo más excelso fue el hallazgo de una cantidad increíble de Perlas Negras, fragmentos de noche sólida y poder absoluto.
Ardanen y Ayving emergieron de la nube de polvo, dejando atrás el abismo. Una portaba el botín que financiaría imperios; la otra, la paz de un hijo liberado y la servidumbre de sus enemigos. Y así terminó la canción de la Ruina N7, en un equilibrio de gloria y sombra que perduraría mientras hubiera poetas para cantarla.
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Good story. Please add more details of the battle itself and the reward is yours.
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Dobře, povím vám více podrobností o válečném zmatku, který se toho dne odehrál. Jak jsem již zmínil, v první linii jsme se sousedním vládcem Mat473 vyslali žoldáky k útoku, aby proředili řady nepřítele. Hordy monster však každou minutou rostly. Nesmíme se otálet, jinak bude expedice zničena. Vydali jsme se společně se sousedním vládcem bok po boku. V čele našich vojsk stojí stateční válečníci, kteří již prokázali mnoho ctností. Cesta je nebezpečná a zdá se dlouhá, navíc nás tato expedice bude stát poměrně dost, ale ani to nás nezastaví. Naši vojevůdci udávají tempo a obě strany je věrně následují. Konečně jsme stáli před branami těch krvežíznivých bestií. Pojďte, prolomte brány!!! Poslední rozkazy vojevůdců jsou slyšet a každý ví, co má dělat. Není to poprvé, co stojí po boku sebe v nelítostné bitvě. Tehdy se rozpoutá peklo. Lučištníci vrhají šípy do nepřátelské linie na hradbách, ale je jim opětována palba. Tvorové nám nedají nic zadarmo, ale moment překvapení se zdá hrát v náš prospěch. Vojáci prorazili hradní bránu beranidly a už se hrnou na hradní nádvoří, následováni jezdci. Jízdu ovládají vojevůdci, statní válečníci, stateční a nebojácní, kteří kdysi dávno přísahali věrnost koruně. Jejich brnění se složitými vzory vytesanými do surového železa je nyní celé potřísněné krví nepřátel. Srážejí nepřátelské bojovníky jednoho po druhém, tříští jim lebky, drtí štíty. Z nebe se snášejí tisíce draků, z jejich tlam šlehají plameny, které olizují obránce na hradbách, chytají je do drápů a házejí je o studené kameny hradeb. Je to krvavá lázeň, zbraně cinkají, země je pokrytá krví a posetá těly padlých monster, která žila jen proto, aby způsobovala utrpení ostatním, žila proto, aby zabíjela.
Po dlouhém, zuřivém boji se náhle rozhostilo hrobové ticho. Těla padlých obránců ležela všude, jen místy bylo stále slyšet slabé sténání těch, kteří byli mezi životem a smrtí. Do dalšího světa jim pomohli vojáci, kteří jim meči pomohli ukončit utrpení. Naši léčitelé provedli magický obřad, aby uzdravili a přivedli k životu hrstku našich zraněných a padlých. Den voněl ocelí a krví, voněl očekáváním..........očekáváním, lepšími časy. Naši nosiči se okamžitě vydali nakládat neuvěřitelné bohatství, které po sobě monstra zanechala.
Po dlouhém, zuřivém boji se náhle rozhostilo hrobové ticho. Těla padlých obránců ležela všude, jen místy bylo stále slyšet slabé sténání těch, kteří byli mezi životem a smrtí. Do dalšího světa jim pomohli vojáci, kteří jim meči pomohli ukončit utrpení. Naši léčitelé provedli magický obřad, aby uzdravili a přivedli k životu hrstku našich zraněných a padlých. Den voněl ocelí a krví, voněl očekáváním..........očekáváním, lepšími časy. Naši nosiči se okamžitě vydali nakládat neuvěřitelné bohatství, které po sobě monstra zanechala.
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Blizzy, the story is not enough to get the reward. The story of OnixStone should be added.
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Ahoj. Jsem hráč blizzy. Chci vám povědět, jak jsem zničil 7 úrovní starobylých ruin. Byl to pro mě obyčejný den. Ráno jsem vstal brzy. Chtěl jsem se podívat na svou hru. Otevřel jsem zprávy. Co jsem uviděl, když jsem listoval stránkami? Byla to zpráva, na kterou jsem čekal roky. Moji průzkumníci mi oznámili, že objevili velkolepé ruiny. Zpočátku jsem tomu nemohl uvěřit. Pak, když jsem se podíval na její polohu, starobylá ruina 7. úrovně jasně zářila. Vrátil jsem se do svého hlavního města a vydal rozkaz otevřít brány města. Můj hrdina, který byl velkolepý a krásný až do otevření brány, byl velmi vzrušený. Po otevření brány vydávala armáda mého mocného hrdiny rozkazy. Byla seslána kouzla, aby se armáda ještě více posílila. Byla znovu použita magie, aby se zkrátila doba do zničení. Můj majestátní hrdina vydal rozkazy svým armádám a začal postup do starobylé ruiny. Můj hrdina i na cestě dál vydával rozkazy svým armádám. Tuto nečekanou válku musíte vyhrát za každou cenu. Na této cestě není smrt, není návrat. Můj majestátní hrdina a jeho pritel OnixStone překonali hory, pouště a džungle, aby se dostali k ruinám. Cestou můj hrdina vyprávěl svým armádám o oslavách, které uspořádá, pokud válku vyhrají. Na konci této vzrušující a náročné cesty dorazila moje armáda k branám starobylých ruin. Jakmile se starobylé ruiny objevily, pokusil se mé armádě postavit svou armádu. Můj mocný hrdina nařídil svým armádám postup vpřed. Válka začala
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It is not enough to get the reward.
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The Chronicle of the Pearl and the Ice: The End of Ruin N7
In the annals of the Third Age of the Black Lands, where myths blur with steel and magic, the song of the Fall of the Obsidian Citadel is kept—the one that men called the Seventh Ruin.
There dwelt the Archmage Juggernaut, Master of Monsters, whose cold iron sceptre dictated the will of beasts, and beneath whose shadow the Council of the Snakelegs—beings with human torsos and the tails of serpents—wove the warp of an eternal night.
I. The Whisper of the Shadow
For months, a nameless sorrow crept over the fields. Merchants spoke of an oppression that came not from the clouds, but from the very air itself. In the villages, dread took unnatural forms: lambs were born with scales instead of wool, and wheat crops turned to foul ash in a single night's vigil. Sentinels swore they saw sinuous shadows gliding between the trees, too tall to be men, too wise to be beasts.
OnixStone, the Necromancer King, and his wife, Queen Ayving, heard the lament of the land. To unravel the mystery, Ayving sent not riders, but her Cadaverous Investigators—beings endowed with Posthumous Perception, capable of questioning the dust and reading the memory of stones.
These trackers ventured deep into the Southern Magical Forests, lands that the Lords of Light had abandoned to their fate. There, in the heart of the corrupt woodland, they found Ruin N7, the nest where Juggernaut concealed hosts that only the minstrels in the oldest taverns dared to name.
Before such a threat, Light and Darkness made a pact. King OnixStone sent his word to the great Warlord, Blizzy, and an alliance of iron and spirit was forged beneath the banner of balance.
II. The March of the Two Captains
Two women of unyielding will led the vanguard: Ardanen, the Captain General of Blizzy’s Knights, and Queen Ayving, who marched in her husband's name with a frosty fire in her gaze.
From his obsidian battlements, Juggernaut summoned the Storm Generator. The skies turned a bilious violet and the roads dissolved into mire, prolonging the agony of the journey. Upon reaching the gates, the Archmage cast the Message from Hell, a whisper that withered the strength of the brave, and the Deep Horror, a tide of dread that froze ninety per cent of the soldiers, leaving them like statues of salt before the enemy.
But Ardanen, raising the Overlord's Spear etched with runes of ancient light, roared a defiance that increased her men's attack by ninety-nine per cent, shattering the spell. Beside her, Ayving cast the Monster Suppression Spell, draining the life from the ruin's chimeras and weaving a veil of health over the cavalry. In the thick of the fray, Ardanen donned the Mask of Horror, returning panic to the defenders, whilst the Necromancer Queen suppressed the citadel's defences with rites that shook the foundations of black stone.
III. The Clash of Destinies and the Harvest of Death
And it came to pass that, whilst the smoke from the spells of fear and suppression still clouded the skies above the Obsidian Citadel, the clamour of imminent war made the very earth tremble.
The alliance’s towering siege magic, unleashed in the form of a fearsome fifth-circle Trebuchet, descended like the wrath of the Valar themselves upon the high enemy battlements; eight thousand defending beasts fell crushed beneath the sorcery in a single breath.
Then, the great silver army horns of Blizzy echoed across the valley. The immense tide of his army advanced: legions of seasoned squires and peasants cleared the way for the elite of the Men of the West. Their Heavy Cavalry and valiant Knights in gleaming armour made the mire shake with their charge, whilst the skies darkened with clouds of bolts from the Arbalesters and the beating wings of majestic Pegasi.
But on their flank, Queen Ayving’s host presented a vastly different sight, devoid of the gleam of steel or the edge of swords. No fierce immortal warriors or dark riders marched there, but a dismal procession dedicated to arcane lore and the plundering of what was about to fall.
In the magical vanguard rose the dark and imposing Lords of Souls. Raising their staffs, these formidable Magi wove immense barriers of shadow and ethereal shields over the entire alliance; such was their absolute power that they managed to completely neutralise Juggernaut’s deadly defence towers, ensuring that not a single allied soldier fell during the fortification phase.
Behind the magi, floating like mist over a winter lake, came the Supreme Banshees. These Healers of Death bore no weapons, but instead chanted a mournful dirge that curdled the blood, awaiting their turn to snatch from death what belonged to it.
And closing the march, a countless multitude of Carriers waited in sinister silence: hordes of macabre, pale Ghoul Caravan Commanders, with wagons of bone and blackened wood, ready to devour and load the immeasurable riches and Black Pearls that awaited in the ruin, for their purpose was not combat, but harvesting.
Facing them, the Archmage Juggernaut hurled his beasts: formidable Iron Golems, throngs of Orco Combatants, and swarms of Burning Gargoyles and Needlesaurs. However, despite their brutal ferocity, the beasts completely lacked armour to resist the onslaught.
Thus, in the initial clash, the martial might of Ardanen, Commander-in-Chief of Blizzy's legions, fell like a hammer of the gods. Since Ayving's Carriers possessed no offensive capability and her Magi focused on the mystic arts, it was the human steel of the Warlord that overwhelmed the Monsters' non-existent defence. In a single, astonishing round, the beast's entire armada was annihilated down to the very last monstrosity.
Yet the beasts' claw-strike in their death throes took its toll, claiming the lives of those Carriers who drew near too soon, and thousands of Blizzy's soldiers.
It was then that the compassionate miracle of the rearguard took effect. On the human side, nearly 60,000 cardinals wrapped in golden light revived millions of souls of their brothers-in-arms. On the flank of darkness, Ayving’s Banshees raised the pitch of their sorrowful elegy; through the dark healing arts of the Undead, they restored un-life to their fallen servants, reintegrating them into their dismal caravans.
Once the fallen were restored to their banners, a final, dark rite sealed the fate of the blood-drenched field. Transmuting the immense graveyard of beasts left by Blizzy’s weapons, Queen Ayving extended her marble hands. Before the astonished eyes of her allies, the purest Necromancy infused an unnatural fire into the shattered carcasses. The wretched, inert bodies of the fallen monsters rose from the ground trembling, their eyes now alight with a spectral blue. Without will or former master, they became part of the tireless Undead Legion, whilst the wagons of Ayving and Ardanen began to fill with the spoils of the fallen empire.
But a final act was yet to come…
IV. The Debt of the Crystal Cave
Whilst Ardanen battered down the gates, Ayving infiltrated the sanctum sanctorum. Her path was not driven by gold, but by a wound opened eons ago.
In the days when OnixStone and Ayving were still of flesh and blood, their unborn child lay dying. Deceived by the Snakelegs in a deep cavern, the parents surrendered their humanity for a salvation that proved to be betrayal: the sorcerers sacrificed the child and condemned the progenitors to the immortality of the tomb.
Ayving found the seven patriarchs of the Council. Her elite assassins blocked every spell and, with obsidian daggers, slit the throats of the corrupt sages. But the Queen sought not their death, but their eternal servitude.
—Awake! —cried Ayving, and her voice shook the spheres of the afterlife. The corpses of the Snakelegs arched with the creaking of broken bone. Their eyes ignited with a pale blue fire, remaining chained as slaves without a will, guardians of Ayving's shadow for as long as the world turns. The vengeance of the Necromancer Kings was sealed in the book of destiny.
V. The Light Amidst the Ash
Following the rite, the miracle occurred. From the sacrificial altar emerged a pure luminescence: the soul of Ayving's son, finally released from Juggernaut's mystic confinement. For a fleeting, eternal second, the child materialised before his mother.
Ayving, whose skin was as cold as the marble of the tomb, felt a scorching human warmth emanating from the tiny figure. It was a touch of light that pierced through a thousand years of darkness. She watched the child ascend towards the Fields of the Sun, escaping the collapsing Ruin. That warmth awakened a spark of humanity at the core of her being that not all the necromancy of My Lands could ever quench again.
VI. The Twilight of the Ruin
Before the earth swallowed the citadel, Ardanen recovered Juggernaut's Magic Crystals, treasures for Blizzy's runic science, along with a scroll from forgotten eras and riches in iron and gold. But most sublime of all was the discovery of an incredible amount of Black Pearls, fragments of solid night and absolute power.
Ardanen and Ayving emerged from the dust cloud, leaving the abyss behind. One carried the plunder that would finance empires; the other, the peace of a liberated son and the servitude of her enemies.
And so ended the song of Ruin N7, in a balance of glory and shadow that would endure for as long as there were poets to sing it.
In the annals of the Third Age of the Black Lands, where myths blur with steel and magic, the song of the Fall of the Obsidian Citadel is kept—the one that men called the Seventh Ruin.
There dwelt the Archmage Juggernaut, Master of Monsters, whose cold iron sceptre dictated the will of beasts, and beneath whose shadow the Council of the Snakelegs—beings with human torsos and the tails of serpents—wove the warp of an eternal night.
I. The Whisper of the Shadow
For months, a nameless sorrow crept over the fields. Merchants spoke of an oppression that came not from the clouds, but from the very air itself. In the villages, dread took unnatural forms: lambs were born with scales instead of wool, and wheat crops turned to foul ash in a single night's vigil. Sentinels swore they saw sinuous shadows gliding between the trees, too tall to be men, too wise to be beasts.
OnixStone, the Necromancer King, and his wife, Queen Ayving, heard the lament of the land. To unravel the mystery, Ayving sent not riders, but her Cadaverous Investigators—beings endowed with Posthumous Perception, capable of questioning the dust and reading the memory of stones.
These trackers ventured deep into the Southern Magical Forests, lands that the Lords of Light had abandoned to their fate. There, in the heart of the corrupt woodland, they found Ruin N7, the nest where Juggernaut concealed hosts that only the minstrels in the oldest taverns dared to name.
Before such a threat, Light and Darkness made a pact. King OnixStone sent his word to the great Warlord, Blizzy, and an alliance of iron and spirit was forged beneath the banner of balance.
II. The March of the Two Captains
Two women of unyielding will led the vanguard: Ardanen, the Captain General of Blizzy’s Knights, and Queen Ayving, who marched in her husband's name with a frosty fire in her gaze.
From his obsidian battlements, Juggernaut summoned the Storm Generator. The skies turned a bilious violet and the roads dissolved into mire, prolonging the agony of the journey. Upon reaching the gates, the Archmage cast the Message from Hell, a whisper that withered the strength of the brave, and the Deep Horror, a tide of dread that froze ninety per cent of the soldiers, leaving them like statues of salt before the enemy.
But Ardanen, raising the Overlord's Spear etched with runes of ancient light, roared a defiance that increased her men's attack by ninety-nine per cent, shattering the spell. Beside her, Ayving cast the Monster Suppression Spell, draining the life from the ruin's chimeras and weaving a veil of health over the cavalry. In the thick of the fray, Ardanen donned the Mask of Horror, returning panic to the defenders, whilst the Necromancer Queen suppressed the citadel's defences with rites that shook the foundations of black stone.
III. The Clash of Destinies and the Harvest of Death
And it came to pass that, whilst the smoke from the spells of fear and suppression still clouded the skies above the Obsidian Citadel, the clamour of imminent war made the very earth tremble.
The alliance’s towering siege magic, unleashed in the form of a fearsome fifth-circle Trebuchet, descended like the wrath of the Valar themselves upon the high enemy battlements; eight thousand defending beasts fell crushed beneath the sorcery in a single breath.
Then, the great silver army horns of Blizzy echoed across the valley. The immense tide of his army advanced: legions of seasoned squires and peasants cleared the way for the elite of the Men of the West. Their Heavy Cavalry and valiant Knights in gleaming armour made the mire shake with their charge, whilst the skies darkened with clouds of bolts from the Arbalesters and the beating wings of majestic Pegasi.
But on their flank, Queen Ayving’s host presented a vastly different sight, devoid of the gleam of steel or the edge of swords. No fierce immortal warriors or dark riders marched there, but a dismal procession dedicated to arcane lore and the plundering of what was about to fall.
In the magical vanguard rose the dark and imposing Lords of Souls. Raising their staffs, these formidable Magi wove immense barriers of shadow and ethereal shields over the entire alliance; such was their absolute power that they managed to completely neutralise Juggernaut’s deadly defence towers, ensuring that not a single allied soldier fell during the fortification phase.
Behind the magi, floating like mist over a winter lake, came the Supreme Banshees. These Healers of Death bore no weapons, but instead chanted a mournful dirge that curdled the blood, awaiting their turn to snatch from death what belonged to it.
And closing the march, a countless multitude of Carriers waited in sinister silence: hordes of macabre, pale Ghoul Caravan Commanders, with wagons of bone and blackened wood, ready to devour and load the immeasurable riches and Black Pearls that awaited in the ruin, for their purpose was not combat, but harvesting.
Facing them, the Archmage Juggernaut hurled his beasts: formidable Iron Golems, throngs of Orco Combatants, and swarms of Burning Gargoyles and Needlesaurs. However, despite their brutal ferocity, the beasts completely lacked armour to resist the onslaught.
Thus, in the initial clash, the martial might of Ardanen, Commander-in-Chief of Blizzy's legions, fell like a hammer of the gods. Since Ayving's Carriers possessed no offensive capability and her Magi focused on the mystic arts, it was the human steel of the Warlord that overwhelmed the Monsters' non-existent defence. In a single, astonishing round, the beast's entire armada was annihilated down to the very last monstrosity.
Yet the beasts' claw-strike in their death throes took its toll, claiming the lives of those Carriers who drew near too soon, and thousands of Blizzy's soldiers.
It was then that the compassionate miracle of the rearguard took effect. On the human side, nearly 60,000 cardinals wrapped in golden light revived millions of souls of their brothers-in-arms. On the flank of darkness, Ayving’s Banshees raised the pitch of their sorrowful elegy; through the dark healing arts of the Undead, they restored un-life to their fallen servants, reintegrating them into their dismal caravans.
Once the fallen were restored to their banners, a final, dark rite sealed the fate of the blood-drenched field. Transmuting the immense graveyard of beasts left by Blizzy’s weapons, Queen Ayving extended her marble hands. Before the astonished eyes of her allies, the purest Necromancy infused an unnatural fire into the shattered carcasses. The wretched, inert bodies of the fallen monsters rose from the ground trembling, their eyes now alight with a spectral blue. Without will or former master, they became part of the tireless Undead Legion, whilst the wagons of Ayving and Ardanen began to fill with the spoils of the fallen empire.
But a final act was yet to come…
IV. The Debt of the Crystal Cave
Whilst Ardanen battered down the gates, Ayving infiltrated the sanctum sanctorum. Her path was not driven by gold, but by a wound opened eons ago.
In the days when OnixStone and Ayving were still of flesh and blood, their unborn child lay dying. Deceived by the Snakelegs in a deep cavern, the parents surrendered their humanity for a salvation that proved to be betrayal: the sorcerers sacrificed the child and condemned the progenitors to the immortality of the tomb.
Ayving found the seven patriarchs of the Council. Her elite assassins blocked every spell and, with obsidian daggers, slit the throats of the corrupt sages. But the Queen sought not their death, but their eternal servitude.
—Awake! —cried Ayving, and her voice shook the spheres of the afterlife. The corpses of the Snakelegs arched with the creaking of broken bone. Their eyes ignited with a pale blue fire, remaining chained as slaves without a will, guardians of Ayving's shadow for as long as the world turns. The vengeance of the Necromancer Kings was sealed in the book of destiny.
V. The Light Amidst the Ash
Following the rite, the miracle occurred. From the sacrificial altar emerged a pure luminescence: the soul of Ayving's son, finally released from Juggernaut's mystic confinement. For a fleeting, eternal second, the child materialised before his mother.
Ayving, whose skin was as cold as the marble of the tomb, felt a scorching human warmth emanating from the tiny figure. It was a touch of light that pierced through a thousand years of darkness. She watched the child ascend towards the Fields of the Sun, escaping the collapsing Ruin. That warmth awakened a spark of humanity at the core of her being that not all the necromancy of My Lands could ever quench again.
VI. The Twilight of the Ruin
Before the earth swallowed the citadel, Ardanen recovered Juggernaut's Magic Crystals, treasures for Blizzy's runic science, along with a scroll from forgotten eras and riches in iron and gold. But most sublime of all was the discovery of an incredible amount of Black Pearls, fragments of solid night and absolute power.
Ardanen and Ayving emerged from the dust cloud, leaving the abyss behind. One carried the plunder that would finance empires; the other, the peace of a liberated son and the servitude of her enemies.
And so ended the song of Ruin N7, in a balance of glory and shadow that would endure for as long as there were poets to sing it.
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Re: zniceni 7 ruiny
I've expanded the story to include the details of the battle, interspersing screenshots from the battle report throughout.
I hope that this time I will meet the stated requirements to receive the award.