Кампания к Героям 3 - The Song of Valorin

Карты кампании

• Valorin's Ride - Мраморный сад
  • Пролог: Years passed and Valorin's fortunes soared. As the Dragon-Slayer, he rose far above the station of a mere tailor and became a leader of his people. But dark shadows were gathering to the East, beyond the Imperial garrison. Soon Valorin would learn that while it was relatively easy to become a hero, it was far more difficult to live as one.
  • Эпилог: The burning ruins of the Imperial castle lay smoldering in the light of the setting sun. Valorin watched them, feeling relief but little sense of triumph. So many lives lost. As he turned to retire, Glen wrapped her slender arm about his waist. That brought a smile to his lips. With Glen by his side, he would endure. This battle was but the first step. Ahead lay the long road to the heart of the Empire. Together they would walk it.
  • Примечание: Ten years have passed. Valorin is now the leader of Wold. But the Holy Empire is determined to ruin the people's lives. Valorin must ride to rally the Clans to resist this threat. You will be limited to level 31, but Valorin and Glen will carry all they learn to the final battle.
• The Tailor's Son - Изумрудные холмы
  • Пролог: Once upon a time in the distant village of Wold in an obscure corner of the Holy Empire, there lived a tailor's son named Valorin. An unlikely lad for greatness to be sure. He was gangly and somewhat awkward, possessing no singular virtue in fact but that he was a good runner. Wold was a tiny farming village which eked out a meger living from the rocky soil. In this tiny corner of a much larger world, the people still clung to the Old Ways. They revered the wind and rain, The Bright Lady who ruled the day and the Lady of Shadows who presided over the dark night. These beliefs had been out-lawed by the priests of the One God who controlled the Empire, but few cared what villagers in some remote valley believed. All together life was good in Wold. Until the Dragon came...
  • Эпилог: So it was that Valorin, the tailor's son, slew the Blue Dragon and saved the village of Wold. His adventures might well have ended then, but destiny and the Goddesses had other plans...
  • Примечание: The quiet village of Wold is plagued by a terrible Dragon. You have been `elected' to slay the beast. Destroy him within 3 months, before the crops must be harvested. Otherwise the village will die, though you won't be around to see it...
• Wings of Goddess - Крепкая Ива и Древлепуща
  • Пролог: Faeowyn, daughter of Valorin and Glendafindelle, inheritor of the ancient blood. Now this Fae-child is lost in lands beyond human ken. Will she ever find her way home?
  • Эпилог: At last, the Castle of Worldsgate is yours. Raising the Sword of Legends high above her head, Faeowyn commands the portal to open and return her to her own world. The gate surface ripples and flows like inky water. Crimson light washes across it's ebony surface and a world appears beyond. Gathering her courage, Faeowyn rides forth into the unknown.
  • Примечание: Faeowyn, beloved child of Valorin and Glen has been kidnapped by a dark knight. After a miraculous escape, she finds herself stranded far from home. Can she win her way back & return to her father the Sword of Legends?
• The One True King - Ф-дон, Ф-бери и Форестлоу
  • Пролог: Leomond...the heartland of the Empire lies before you. Here the final battle will be waged. Against the Church, the Emperor and the darkness that lies behind both. Prepare yourself, the legions of the Unhallowed King are waiting...
  • Эпилог: The war is ended. The Emperor is dead and his order has passed into history. For good or evil, Valorin now sits upon the thrown where he shall reign for many a year. The Song of Valorin is done and shall be sung for a thousand winters to come.
  • Примечание: After 15 years of terrible war, Valorin has reached the heartland of the Holy Empire. Together with his beloved wife and child he must face the merciless legions of the Emperor and his dark knight, Martellus. The future of all the land for a thousand years rides upon this final, epic battle. Vae victus!