Смертные рождаются, чтобы умереть, великие царства придут в упадок, небесные светила когда-нибудь погаснут… Постигшая эту горькую мудрость воительница повсюду несёт гибель и разрушение, и всё, что проходит перед её взором, — лишь дым, которому скоро суждено развеяться.

Что может быть романтичнее ярмарки в облаках? Эта воительница стала настоящей звездой на празднике, устроенном в Небесной долине гномов. Коренастые бородачи ослеплены красотой чужестранки!

The balloon, put together by the gnomes, is so laden with presents that it barely made it up into the sky. It’s time to jettison the ballast - release some of the presents to descend straight to the doorways of the unsuspecting inhabitants of Ogriy!

The Genies know that this mountain holds magical properties, and they worship it as the throne of the Creator of Worlds. When visitors from overseas come to the slopes of the mountain, Mystras will awaken something hidden deep within their souls - and grant them unprecedented powers.

Even the fiercest beasts from the dark recesses of the Limbo of Mystras cannot hold back this warlike beauty! With her sharp blade, she paves the way, and the fearsome Leader would rather retreat into the depths of underground instead of facing her onslaught.

This feisty fighter woman can hunt down any prey, and no matter the size, she won’t be scared. This time it's an enormous Castle Bone Dragon dwelling in the icy realms. Well, there’s a great bounty on its head - now that makes it a game worth playing!

Ещё не все подарки доставлены, а места всё меньше и меньше! Герои Огрия толкаются на пороге, словно штурмуют магмарскую крепость, — каждый хочет первым вручить дар этой прекрасной воительнице.

No sooner has she finished with one enemy, she starts to look for a new victim. Woe betide whoever catches her eye, full off fury and unquenchable thirst.

Even horrors of war were not able to break the spirit of this wonderful woman. She is ever eager to heal the suffering wounded, even when their limb are stiffening from the pain and they gasp for air. Wherever this brave saver of lives sets her foot, the screams of the wounded calm down and their fear the death no longer. Her life-giving spells drive off unbearable aches and terrible diseases.

The flame ripples obediently, minding its master. Her magic can make it do a silly dance or turn silently into a red snake and dash at the enemy like a ferocious beast.

She moves lightly through the hot haze of the desert, like a vision coming to warriors sweltering in the heat. But the distant slip of her bowstring and whistle of the approaching arrow snaps them right back to reality.

Её внешность слепит сильнее блеска волн в лучах полуденного Мирроу. Но человеческим глазам долго любоваться ей не придётся – абордажная сабля этой воительницы разит ещё надёжней, чем красота.

Be careful and do not look the mistress of the snowstorm in the face! A look from her crystal clear and all-knowing eyes could freeze a heart...