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.

The balloon’s basket almost grazes the tops of the frost-laden trees. Below, the lights of the cozy villages of Khair are flickering and the northern lights illuminate the sky. There’s a festive mood, with the New Year breeze carrying you all the way!

Her name is whispered with awe on the slopes of the sacred mountain of Mystras. The Magmar lady who has become the legend among Genies, the fabled heroine of the Sanctuary, the scourge of underground creatures... Even the snarky mandrakes from Dindaat Forest speak of this valiant warrior with reverence!

Having stricken down innumerate golems and paved the way to the Treasury of the Mountain King, you may allow yourself a brief rest. The priceless riches are at your feet, the royal goblet is in your hand, the glint of gold makes the sight and the soul merry.

Долгое путешествие ждало бесстрашную дочь Хаира, переступившую порог родного мира. Широкие улицы великого Эргама, сотни подземных этажей Лабиринта, запутанные катакомбы, населённые ужасающими созданиями... Но всё это уже позади, и финальная битва с проклятой королевой прославит магмарскую воительницу в веках!

For this brave fighter, the raging blizzard can only be a boon, because this time, her target is the enormous Castle Bone Dragon living up there among the sheer ridges. As she trudges up, making her way across the snow-covered peaks, she is always ready to strike a decisive blow against her prey.

This defender of Faeo has blades as sharp as an ice shard and cold as the breath of winter wind.

This mage has no equal when it comes to fire magic. Subdued by her spells, the flame can heat and burn, incinerate an enemy's flesh or obediently dance on the edge of a blade.

This proud dweller of the North is not afraid of harsh winter winds. From early childhood she is familiar with heavy grey clouds and lullabies of snowstorms. Hardened by utter cold and other sorrows of life in the distant North, nothing can frighten this brave Magmar. She is the true Daughter of the North!

Who will waste such a fabulous night on sleep?! Only those warriors who see this princess in their dreams...