SpoilerIntr-o vale cam abruptă,
Erau 12 magi si-o gâscă,
Într-o seară cănd citeau,
Măria Sa a ordonat:
Bariera s-o creaţi!
Dar printr-o magică prostie,
Şi câţiva stropi de răchie,
Vraja s-a cam anulat,
Iar bariera nu s-a creat.

Gomez şi a lui băştani,
Sfidau regele-n zadar,
Dar cu nişte gărzi păgâne,
Au cam ars o rebeliune.

Dar Regele nu a stat,
Si pe Sleeper l-a chemat,
El supunere a cerut.
Dar a primit putin mai mult.
(=adica a murit).

Sleeper domina,
Iar lumea un erou cerea,
Dar cu o ultimă strigare,
Însuşi Mud din Est apare!

SpoilerCandva demult, nici tatal istoricilor nu stie cand, regele Rhobar al nu stiu cat-lea a gasit o colonie plina cu niste cristale care cica sunt magice. El s-a gandit sa le foloseasca contra a niste maimute de 2 metri+ numite orci. In centrul coloniei s-a facut o tabara condusa de nu stiu cine la comanda regelui. Dupa ceva timp, prizonierii nefiind prosti precum credeau oamenii care ii tineau in captivitate au luat-o la fuga pe nevazute si nevazuti s-au facut. Regele nervos din cauza faptului ca productia minereului pestelui a scazut s-a gandit sa trimita niste preoti numiti magicieni, unii il slaveau pe Adanos si erau imbracati in albastru si aveau prostul obicei sa creada ca ei nu se pot ineca, iar ceilalti il slaveau pe Innos, dar conducatorul lor, saracul, avea jumatate din corp arsa pentru ca a vrut sa afle daca propriile magii au efect pe el insusi... sa revenim, acesti preoti erau 12... nu... erau 13. Erau 12? Ma rog, nici cei ce au facut jocul nu stiu cati erau. Acesti 12/13 preoti trebuiau sa construiasca o chesti mare pe cer care sa-i tina pe detinuti inauntru, dar din pacate, un gandac de sub pamant numit Sleeper, deoarece dormea mult, s-a trezit si i-a intepat pe Innos si Adanos undeva mai jos de mijlocul corpului intre picioare si popii s-au dus in biserica sa se roage la o statuie, dar intepatura adormitului a fost atat de puternica in cat cei doi zei au murit, iar biserica s-a daramat pe preoti si nimeni nu stie ce s-a intamplat mai departe in afara faptului ca regele a ramas fara cristale, iar orcii l-au prins in palat si i-au tabacit fundul pe toata podeaua poleita cu aur, apoi regele s-a culcat...

SpoilerImaginaţie

Dacă Nameless n-ar fi existat
Soarta Myrthanei cea unite
Prin drumurile greu croite
Ar fi fost un vis uitat.

Nadja, frumoasa din bordel
N-ar fi crezut că împreună,
Eroul şi cu ea,
O-să facă dragoste nebună...

Şi Adormitul orcilor
Slujit d-atâţia oameni
N-ar fi atins vreodată
Ţinutul morţilor.

SpoilerDaca bariera n-ar fi existat...
Nameless nu i-ar fi salvat
Si nu s-ar fi luptat,
Cu un guru posedat.

Dar bariera tot s-ar fi creat,
Sa tina un om intemnitat
Si anume...
Pe Mud cel impielitat.

Lee ramanea general,
Si Nameless personaj neprincipal
Gorn era betivan si Milten bolovan(adica prost)
Iar Lester era doar un cioban.

Iar regele cel gras
Care s-a ingrasat,
Ca prea mult ore a mancat
Venguard nu l-ar fi aparat
Ca s-ar fi imbatat
Si de regat ar fi uitat

Deci daca bariera nu s-ar fi creat
Actiunea din Gothic nu ar fi existat.

SpoilerDacă Nameless n-ar fi existat,
Beatrice nu l-ar fi chemat.
Iar Mud, iubitorul de animale,
I-ar face pe orci sarmale.
Sleeper, adormitul avea să se trezească,
La urletul bravului nostru erou de broască,
Cine altcineva înafară de Mud, cel fără de bască.
Urizielul a fugit înspăimântat,
De forţa eroului nostru crăcănat.
Sleeper a suflat cu flăcări,
Dar acestea au trecut fără urmări.
Mud, folosindu-se de puterile sale infiorătoare,
L-a distrus pe Sleeper cu o ghicitoare.

SpoilerOf Orcs and Men

From times long passed 'till this day now
the orcs and men lived the same ground.
No barrier stood them around.

No war was there to trouble peace
And it was not how now it is.
The folk were merry and in bliss.

But times soon changed and darkness grew
From underground like evil shrew.

Like many of his kinsmen, young Dhrall knew little about the history of his people. But than again, no one really wondered what had happened before, the only thing that matter was the present. That meant the occasional skirmishes with the enemy, hunting for food and praying to this odd little idol on the top of a tall pillar. There was this gate too, near it, but that was closed and could not be opened. What was laying behind it was a complete mystery even to the shamans, who supposedly had answers to all questions.

The village was quite small and secluded. Again, the reasons for living in such a hostile environement were unknown, but fact was that every time they tried to move away, not a single soul was able to pass the twisted looking bridge which guarded the entrance to the outside area of the settlement. Only scouts and warriors were able to explore other areas, and even them felt constantly drawn back to the village. Everyone felt that unnatural things were governing their lives and that a dark force was shadowing their every move.

Dhrall however was sort of a special kid. He was still a teenager at the time this story took place, and he had not even entered the scout camp, which was to prepare all young adults for the dangers outside their home. And there were dangers all right! Razors, lizards, golems and all kinds of lurking creatures, which made every step taken into the wild a dangerous task. As I was saying, by the village standards Dhrall wasn't really your normal youngster. He was different from the others in many ways, especially when it camed to his power of will. Unlike others he could wonder freely anywhere his heart desired. He knew much of what his people called Krushad Vag, which in translation meant Blue Sky Land. At night he would roam the lands, sometimes going to the very heart of the strange ememy establishments. He learned much about their habits and soon manged to even understang them. Most of them where not happy, and in the same way his people suffered, the Moras (meaning small folk) suffered.

Our young hero grew fond of a particular kind of Mora, ones which lived in eery wet places where the sun rarely shone. They seemed outcasts down in their valley and Dhrall pitied them. Another reason for his atraction to this place was the presence of a small shrine like structure near the camp. A blue cristal lighted the area, which was very hard to reach due to the dense fog and the perils which it hid. Large slimy beasts surrounded it from every direction and no mora warrior darred setting foot there. With Dhrall however, things were different. As he had learned early in his childhood, beasts, no matter how foul or savage, were not aggresive towards him. This ensured his safe passage everywhere he wished to go.