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In a land far away, beyond the river Red lived the fair lady Mileina with golden hair on her head. Pure sweetness was her smile and kindness in her heart, but above all she was known to be courageous and smart. One day her moutain kingdom was under attack from gnolls. Mileina did not stand watching as her small kingdom falls. Instead she took her brass sword and shield of silver and steel and fought amidst her soldiers with fury of storm and wind. Her slashes were finesse and every blow stroke true, and by the end of day the gnolls were only few. - We give up! — plead their leader, a gnoll of silvery fur. —R

Wokół był tylko piach i błękit. Nie, wcale nie. Mike otrząsnął się. Znów wpadał w tragizm. Był sam na pustyni i nie miał pojęcia gdzie znajduje się najbliższe osiedle ludzkie, ale nie otaczał go piach i błękit. Na pustyni rosły kaktusy i ziele, wokół oprócz piasku leżało mnóstwo głazów, a miedzy tymi roiło się od jaszczurek, węży i innej gadziny. Gady przetrwały promieniowanie, jak to ktoś kiedyś wywróżył. Gryzoniom się to nie udało. Poprawi

There was no one at the mesa at this hour of the day. Most of the colonists already went to sleep, and only the ones working in the lab came here for a midnight snack. The room was silent, and Lisa thought it looks real nice, with the bluish gloom that came through the glass dome from Aonara, which hung out there, motionless. But then, Lisa thought that all things look better under in the blue light of the sun. The floor was warmer in the mesa, she thought as she walked barefooted to the fridges and food dispensers. She took out the pay card and selected a chocolate bar. The machine made some humming noises and spitted out the sweets. Lisa to

In a land far away, beyond the river Red lived the fair lady Mileina with golden hair on her head. Pure sweetness was her smile and kindness in her heart, but above all she was known to be courageous and smart. One day her moutain kingdom was under attack from gnolls. Mileina did not stand watching as her small kingdom falls. Instead she took her brass sword and shield of silver and steel and fought amidst her soldiers with fury of storm and wind. Her slashes were finesse and every blow stroke true, and by the end of day the gnolls were only few. - We give up! — plead their leader, a gnoll of silvery fur. —R

There was no one at the mesa at this hour of the day. Most of the colonists already went to sleep, and only the ones working in the lab came here for a midnight snack. The room was silent, and Lisa thought it looks real nice, with the bluish gloom that came through the glass dome from Aonara, which hung out there, motionless. But then, Lisa thought that all things look better under in the blue light of the sun. The floor was warmer in the mesa, she thought as she walked barefooted to the fridges and food dispensers. She took out the pay card and selected a chocolate bar. The machine made some humming noises and spitted out the sweets. Lisa to

Swabb looked into the alley hopefully. Up until now this day was going very well, so he expected to find a good meal today. The alley was right behind a Voraci exclusive tavern, where all the big fish used to wine and dine, so on occasion  he found some prime food right here. Today he was out of luck though. As soon as he took a peek he knew the alley was wiped clean. Nothing to eat in sight. Or maybe not? Just as he was about to turn his back on the alley he caught some movement. He was pretty starved so he would consider a fat rat, but what he saw was far better. It was a ferret, the finest cuisine according to many. Swabb quickly s

Lord Francis Tengar took a sip out of his glass. The food was expensive, and was getting cold. His impatience  grew by the minute. All of the life he led now was a sour reminder of the life he was supposed to lead if it wasn't for the uprising of the Voraci followers. The food was expensive, but compared to things he ate at his father's castle it was garbage. The guards standing a little off of his table were there because of the money he paid them, the little money he had left from his previous life. Seven years ago the best swordsmen in town would guard his table in the name of the loyalty they had towards his family name. All that was in

'How can I help?' 'By helping me locate Hadrims workshop' Lord Francis let out a short sigh. He remembered Hadrim from all the time growing up. He even remembered Riker visiting him on occasion. As the lords son he could venture through the castle uninterrupted by anyone but his parents alone. But there were places he couldn't get in. 'It's in the fortress. He had two labs, one for show, the other for real. I never got to the other one, it was behind a wall. He used to vanish in that spot and I could never figure out how. But I know now.' He looked at the elf again. Despite her red eyes there was some kind of innocence emanating from her

The general stood up as he heard the sound of the steps in front of his tent. He masked the grimace of pain with a sour smile - the leg he lost during the escape from Windsail still hurt and no healer - magical or mundane - could remedy him. As soon as he turned to meet the guest his heart skipped - it was Abigael. 'What news?' he simply asked, and felt excited as the elve's face turned into a big smile. 'I've recovered the books you asked for. Any luck with the ring?' she said while sitting down, throwing boots off her feet. He sat back down to meet her gaze. 'Indeed we were lucky.' He stretched his arm to grab a small wooden box lying

Riker came out of the tent right after the sun came down, the wooden box in his hands. He looked around, and then walked out the camp. Abigael noticed him and followed. 'We could've done it in the camp, but I want no interruptions.' he said. 'These people could misunderstand what we're doing. They fought the Voraci for so long now, that they can see this as an act of betrayal.' 'How so?' the thief asked as they were climbing the dune. 'It would make all their efforts futile.' he answered in a sad tone. 'The way I see it we will save them all their effort.' Abigael noticed. 'That is exactly what they might fail to understand.' They climb

Wokół był tylko piach i błękit. Nie, wcale nie. Mike otrząsnął się. Znów wpadał w tragizm. Był sam na pustyni i nie miał pojęcia gdzie znajduje się najbliższe osiedle ludzkie, ale nie otaczał go piach i błękit. Na pustyni rosły kaktusy i ziele, wokół oprócz piasku leżało mnóstwo głazów, a miedzy tymi roiło się od jaszczurek, węży i innej gadziny. Gady przetrwały promieniowanie, jak to ktoś kiedyś wywróżył. Gryzoniom się to nie udało. Poprawi