Supreme Orc of HeroesLands woke up from his own cry: "All … on war! Get out of the tavern!! "And after coming to himself, he listened to an echo reflected from cave’s walls: “..e-rn” for a long time. Then he looked round and was very surprised not founding out anyone. "That’s not good", the Orc thought. On jumping out of bed briskly, he sat down beside his magic crystal and cried out to the "acoustical" aperture of the crystal three confidential words w-w-w … and then you know yourselves - WWW.HEROESPORTAL.NET. Native green expanses opened in front of him. "This... Kinda, what’s this? In that sense, WHERE ARE ALL?!! ", howled the Supreme Orc, trying to make out somebody. No one was around, and only from the Tavern nice for ear sounds of blunt strokes and “vigorous speech” were heard. "This way!", the Orc finally decided and cried out missing w-w … oops, www.heroesportal.net/tavern.
After that events developed rather impetuously. Crying "Here you are, my dears!", the orc ran into the Tavern. The monsters were taken aback at first, but, on realizing that they would be driven to war (by most brutal way, i.e. by a mace), all ran to the door. But unluckily for them the smiling Îrc screwed up his eyes because he was full of joy and with open arms stood on their ways …
… On recovering consciousness a bit later and scratching all hurt limbs, the orc philosophically uttered: " It seems no one is going to war today. Why? "Asking this question, groaning and sighing, he left the deserted tavern.
- Because, there is a holiday today! It is past four!, cried out joyful crowd.
- What? What happened? Where is my mace?, looking round muttered the Orñ, making the way along the tavern’s wall.
You know, my dear, - the orc felt a graceful hand of she-elf-werewolf, White Rose, on a shoulder - four years have passed since we began to see each other less: then the portal was created.
- What? Four years?! You have recently celebrated official opening of the portal!
- But, dear, do not forget, the portal had existed, before we decided to announce about it officially!
The orc being confused was picking snow with a leg. Thronging round monsters became crying:
- Holiday! Holiday!!
- Oh! The orc exclaimed, and, having opened a portal, stepped first through sparkling mantle of snow of Kiev. The monsters followed him.
– A group of independent monsters at the square of Independence under the Stella of Independence behind a closing portal. The magister accepts congratulations on the speaking shell from sir Arctic.
– On finding a comfortable cave, the monsters began doing their favourite business.
– Two barbarians will always find what to say to each other. But one can understand it after some beer.
– Stellarean. To a real meeting! (Pay attention to the glass of lady Jerky Fox. You may tell your suppositions about its contents in the Tavern.)
– Dalai to Corvin: "How on earth did you get here? " "By chance!" (Sir Stellarean profiting by the occasion sends his regards to sir Arctic.)
– Gorbik: "dear, it is past four? " White Rose: "Look at this miser! Does not want to buy liquor! Yes, four years exactly!"
– The chief of the project "Equilibris" Dalai, tells about beauty of recently discovered lands of the world of ÍÌÌ-4.
– Ìagister Corvin, being at source of the portal, remembers all. And when he’s drunk …
– … îh, one can know many things about oneself and the porta! There will be things to remember.
– There are already things to remember now!
– Gorbik: "Tell me, guys, the war will be? "
– Stellarean: " War? It will! It will! "
– Secret intrigues before new wars in HeroesLands (while Baobab is in Baden-Baden) …
– What prevented you from being with us?
