Cтарые противники(an old enemys)

It was ordinary evening it the capitol. Townsfolk were moving around, making their businesses, many were in tavern, they all were resting from hard day work but some very important people were still working hard with sweat for the weal of our beloved capitol:
-Aha!-Orc cried happily- Full house! I won again! - He cried out cheering. He took a glass of wine and drank it fast. Mantis and other magisters were shocked, it was ninth time since Gorbik was winning.
-Oh I've almost lost all my property-said Dragon Pool.- All that left is this roast lamb- he sighed sadly (although they weren't playing on a real money, they were under excitement of the game while they were resting).
-Great, I will take the lamb then-Orc was laughing while he took the lamb and throw it to his royal wolf, His wolf barked appreciatly and started to eat the lamb.
-Now-said Orc moving his cards away-jokes over, we have to discuss something important-his face became serious. - You  all was there:you all know what happened to old lands-they sat in silence for a minute then Orc continued-But what we DON'T know is what happened after we left the lands:maybe we will find something interesting there, some information about attackers or the lost memorials of our history.
-Send scouts then-suggested Sargon-or heroes.
-Yes, I think Gorbik already thought of this, but the real question is, who to send? - noticed Ornate. Everybody looked at each other perplexedly.
-Well I suggest choosing the best heroes to this mission- said Dragon Pool.
-Maybe...let's recruit army to the quest and we will lead it.-suggested orc.
Everybody nodded, showing agreement and discussing the next journey.
-So tommorw I suggest to go to the tavern and to announce the recruiting, now I suggest you to get some sleep, that's what I am going to do- Gorbic gaped- Now I announce this meeting as closed!-he rose with magisters, waited them to leave then he turned off the candles and went to his bed room.

The next day Gorbic and other Magisters went to tavern to announce recruitment.
They announced that each hero will get money and supplies. Many will get their honor and victories in the journey but thou many would die too. Then they set near the big table in center of tavern with blank and with pen near it. Orc and other magisters were drinking beer and looking at each new recruit that were putting his name in the list. Many brave heroes wrote down there names like Legend-Dragon Mahaon, Drunken pirate Sinoptic, or Salomeya.
Almost all visitors that were steady in the tavern were ready to journey anytime, they already wrote their names down in the blank and now they were just drinking and talking loudly about the journey.
-Now what?-asked Hellriser.
-I suppose now we'll prepare to leave-Answered dumbly Orc. He rose up and shouted loudly.
-Attention all! Now we will prepare to leave, now I suggest you to prepare and to take a nap, tomorrow we will gather around near the fountain in the square. Good day everybody- finished his speech orc and nodded everybody. Then he saw funny picture. Each visitor at the tavern threw his food and drink and ran quickly to their houses "to prepare for the quest" Gorbik thought.
-Work! Work! Work! All messy again! - Gorbik heard Korchmar mumbling again and sweeping the floor. Then he looked at the place. It was all mess! The heroes flood from the tavern like a tornado with thunderstorm.-Don't worry Korchmar, you won't have much work tomorrow after we'll leave, and almost every hero in heroes land will follow us!-Said Gorbik.
-Arghh:- Korchmar roared. He though about his loss in business. But he couldn't argue with the great one.
-Good day Korchmar- Said orc and went to his palace. The day passed quickly everybody was rushing around, the blacksmiths were tinkling in all corners, blacksmithers were making and fixing armors, swords and shields for heroes. Herb stores were full too, many heroes were buying healing and immortality potions. Even bakeries were full of visitors, baking its finest breads for them. Even in the night there were sounds of mallets and a lights coming from dark streets of the capitol.
Yes that was another great preparing:Nobody thought of their destiny in the journey:

Не та Таверна, братец-маг!

знаеш тут почти все знают английский!!!!!я не веновать что ты его не знаеш напишу полностью на англ.языке...потом переведу на русский

зы....ведь написано на каком хочиш языке на таком и пиши обязательно есть кто небудь кто ответит

I speak english.

lolnees obly a little?

Это чтото новенькое.Встречное предложения заломиться в английскую версию таверны и настрочить там что нибодь на русском.
PS:По моему вы немного перебарщиваете
PSS:я конечно знаю немного английский но если что нужно пойду в английскую таверну КОТОРАЯ ДЛЯ ЭТОГО И СОЗДАНА!!!!

The next day they were all prepared waiting for magisters to arrive, many horses were prepared, the saddles and the supplies on their backs. Now the heroes were just sitting near the fountain and talking, the square was fool of recruits and they were gumming loudly.
Elf Dnepr was smoking his poison again sharing it with everybody, wizard and Ginny Airmage were having fun by sending magical bubbles in to the air and then popping them with magical arrows. Sinoptic was hugging (probably protecting his beer from moochers) his barrel of beer.
Dragon Mahaon and Salomeya were talking about their favorite topics (dragons were known for their love to stories and chattering) Knights, paladins, crusaders and other warriors were busy playing brickers.
-Brrr:-shacked Grand wizard-I am cold, it's freezing here.
-Don't be ridiculous Wizard! Its fine weather, I could even sit on the ground- said happily Airmage.
-Sore you could, you are Ginny right? And a nice one too. - said Wizard winking. Even in the dark street wizard saw that Airmage became redder from the compliment.
-Hey Sinoptic! Could you give us a jar of rom, I will invite you to drink even tons of it after the journey then. Sinoptic looked at him angrily but then he heard the purpose for toms of rom and he smiled to wizard and Ginny. -Sure join in. - He invited wizard and Ginny to set near him.
Then he gave them wooden jars already full of rom.
-Ahh! That's what I needed-wizard said softly feeling worm spreading in his body warming each part of it.
Then they saw Magisters coming up to the street everybody greeted them happily waiting for instructions. All magisters were prepared; armor was already on them (who could wear it)
-Now lets leave- Gorbik shouted and set on his wolf.
-Umm magister- asked Ptah -But:but do you know in what direction and where this old lands are? - He asked softly.
-Well yeah:umm....yes?...I think so?...umm:maybe:- Gorbik mumbled. He wasn't expecting these kinds of problems. - Well tioreticley, yes I know where it is and not only one- He looked at heroes that was from old land too, and followed him to the new lands.
Then they set off to journey:.
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Сєр Визард, а почему бы вам не публиковать зеркально ваш рассказ? Я наверное так поступлю, поскольку у меня есть и русская версия своего рассказа Mystic stranger, чего и вам советую!

я делаю реревод тоже

Кесарю - кесарево, Богу - Божье. Давайте писать в русской таверне на русском, а в английской - на английском. Сэр Гранд Визард, лично я бы на месте модератора сразу бы не задумываясь перенес бы эту тему в англ. таверну. Все-таки давайте придерживаться правил...

у мея просьба....можно цитиату этих правил сюда?

Пират сидя за столом неподалеку хитро улыбался и крутил ус,- Да бросьте Вы! Что за напасть... ну захотелось тряхнуть... ну тряхнули.... один-одним, другой-другим. А толку? Кто а аглицком не силен - посчитали что один ... скажем нескромен... ведь не все по-аглицки разумеют... а второй наоборот - излишне скроиен и ... просто модернул малость... )))))

А вы дуэль назначьте! )))

А вы дуэль назначьте! )))

Самое правильно решение
Хотя лучше бы если есть английская часть лучше туда писать на английском а имелось ввиду что если надругом языке ктонить чтонить напишет например на французком то ктонить переведет или ответит У меня уже были такие случии на диптауне там переводили с испанского на французкий потом на английский а потом на русский три разных человека Эх весело общались надеюсь и тут дожить до такого!

мдяяя....ну скоро перевод будет

Джинн похлопала мага по плечу и, уперев руки в бока, сказала:
-- Да чего же Вы все напали на беднягу. Хоть бы кто сказал, что понравилось ему написанное, так нет -- не тут написал! Может кто-то понимает по-английски, но в английскую таверну не заходит, как я, например. Пусть пишет человек, а то все вдохновение разгоните своими репликами.

угу обидно....а я подумал...завидуют наверно но нечо пишу на русском тоже

Джинн улыбнулась магу:
-- Ничего страшного, пишите, мне очень интересно узнать, что же дальше. Кстати, если русскую версию отшлифовать понадобится, обращайтесь, всегда Вам помогу.

всегда к вам обращусь визард улыбнулся и дал еще один свиток на котром было продолжение рассказа...

They were riding for tow days now in the desert, their water supplies was almost over, but luckily they discovered oasis full of water and plants, so they decided to rest for a day there.
Suddenly they heard many horses riding towards them.
-What is it????- asked Gorbik.
-I just thought to:-started to say to commander of the army (not heroes)
-You thought to build here colony??!- Gorbik shouted angrily.
-Well I just thought to send reinforcements in case.-commander thought. Then he shouted
-COLONY???
- REINFORCEMENTS???
-Are you mad?!
-Well one of us is!
-And maybe both?-asked through his laugh dragon Pool. He was riding around on the ground holding his stomach with paws and laughing loudly that he couldn't breathe.
-Guys...GUYS! (They finely stopped yelling at each other) I think you had a misunderstanding.
-But he:-one started.
-But but:-the other said.
-No buts!-said Pool.-Now you go first said Pool to Commander.
-Well I wanted to send for reinforcements in case....of emergency.
-Why you didn't inform us?-Gorbik asked trying to low his voice.
I forgot-said Commander, his face was becoming redder.
-FORG??!!...- Gorbik started to yell again.
-Shh...You'll wake everybody-said dragon Pool.
-Oh:Now it's never mind- moved his shoulders wizard. -We'll have to leave soon so I suggest taking a nap-said Gorbik. Then he went to his tent, soon the sound of snoring was coming from it:
The sounds of blades and arrows were coming threw the night. Yes that were the condition, oasis were full of blood and bodies.
Many were dead:The attack was unpredictable:No one was expecting it:
Everybody except the guards were sleeping while the intruders attacked:They killed the guars but made a noise, everybody awoke and took their weapons:Many were fighting without their armor, they hadn't time to wear it, so they had a crack in their defenses, fighting against full armored intruders:
-Go to hell all! - Sinoptik shouted and took his funny sward, he was using it like berserker.
Grand wizard were using thunder bolts and other magic, killing each opponent one by one.
Defender found him self mighty rival in full armor with sword looking like a knight.
They were attacking and defending, attacking and defending, and couldn't reach each other to give their final strike. Blades were crossing, they were blocking each others hits and were already tired:
The battle was like a thunder cloud everyone found him self rival and when hi killed him in stead of him came another one.
Sargon were fighting against 3 opponents in same time.
-Beware!!-some one shouted, and then he took his bow and used it immediately.
Sargon looked at fallen knight, with arrow in his head.
-Thanks friend-said Sargon to elf.
-Anytime mate:anytime-said Dnepr and killed another monster with his bow.

Я согласен с сэром Mahaon-ом. Зачем писать в русской части таверны на английском, специально для этого была создана английская таверна, где можно писать на любом иностранном языке.
Было бы лучше,  если бы сэр Grand Wizard перевел свои замечательные рассказы на русский язык и разместил их здесь c указанием, что с оригиналом можно ознакомиться в англ. таверне. Но коль он хочет, чтобы его оригинальные творения читали как русские так и иностранные посетители портала, пусть пишет, правила этого не запрещают.

Кресотносец Саргон....я понял что зделал тактичискую ошибку и в 10 раз объявляю что я делаю перевод на русский

Сэр Grand Wizard !!!

Я Вас не хотел обидеть, или еще что-то сделать в этом роде. Я просто высказал свое мнение, что раз есть английская таверна, то писать на английском лучше там.
Что касается перевода - я готов Вам помочь в исправлении Ваших многочисленных ошибок (это надеюсь не страшная тайна?). Не обижайетсь, маг. мы же Друзья! И за кольца отдельное спасибо!!!

Если вы все подумали что я в обиде то не вкоем случие!
я не обижаюсь и с радость сэр махаон дам проверить....
Пожалуйста рад помочь)))

Я рад, что все друг друга поняли. Пожмем друг другу руки и закончим на этом.