Hrdinovia Dúrie !
Dnes sme dostali správu od Ochrancu pokladov .
Kobold v nej rozpráva o tom ako sa ho jeden inteligentý hrdina spýtal " "Čím to je, že dym vychádza z komína vášho vagóna.Veď tam sú len skrinky."
Programátor Levon Helm sľuboval cenu pre hrdinu, ktorý nájde najlepšie vysvetlenie pre rastúce dymu.
Za najlepšie vysvetlenie dostane jeho majiteľ 10,000 TM
Vysvetlenia píšte láskovo sem do Diskusie.
Váš DSO Team
Bol som tu a vždy aj budem
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Game Admin Drakensang Online
Soutěž běží do 19.10.
poté bude vybráno 25 nejepších nápadů které budu přeloženy a odeslány do německa
Last edited by Tector : 13.10.2012 at 12:12.
Game Admin Drakensang Online
S určitým zpožděním, dnes jsme slyšeli o Koboldovy znovu. Oznámil, že pouhé množství vysvětlení ho velmi překvapila ho. Fantastické příběhy o něm se ho opravdu dotkly, a tak měl těžké rozhodování, který z nich by měl vyhrát cenu. Ale zejména dva hrdinové upoutali jeho pozornost, protože se zdálo, že ví vše, o tom jak je Kobold fascinován duhou. Tři další vysvětlení obsahavaly též zrnko pravdy, a proto se Levander rozhodli je odměnit taky.
Dva hlavní vítezové jsou:
Der Schlot seines Schließfachwagens dient nicht einfach dem Abzug von Rauch oder Dampf. Es ist der von außen sichtbare Teil einer sehr wichtigen koboldischen Vorrichtung: Der Regenbogenwolken-Maschine! Durch diesen Schlot lässt der Kobold an strategisch günstig gelegenen Plätzen eine spezielle und natürlich geheime Rauch-Dampf-Mischung in die Atmosphäre entweichen. Die Ausstoßmenge ist so genau bemessen, dass Wolken entstehen und durch das Zusammentreffen von Regen und Sonnenschein an einem koboldischen Festtag überall unzählige Regenbögen auf den Boden treffen, damit tapfere Helden das Gold der Kobolde einsammeln und vor den Mächten der Finsternis in Sicherheit bringen können.
Und natürlich sind die Kobolde nicht ganz undankbar und vergüten die fleißigen Helden mit allerlei Strandgut von Reisenden sowie ungeöffneten und herrenlosen Truhen und Kisten. Aber auch merkwürdige und mächtige Utensilien, die schon seit den ältesten Zeiten - von ihren einstigen Besitzern vergessen - von den Kobolden verwahrt werden, bieten sie den Helden zum Dank an.
There’s more to the Kobold’s locker wagon than meets the eye: it’s actually a very important Koboldian device, the rainbow cloud billows. The chimney stack appears quite normal upon first glance, but it’s much more than your average stove pipe. Rather, it emits a special and mysterious mixture of smoke and steam into the air. On special Koboldian holidays, the wagon releases this secretive mixture in the atmosphere from different locations and then suddenly, countless rainbows arch gracefully all across the Koboldian skies. Brave heroes go to where the rainbows touch ground and collect the Kobold’s gold to protect it from evil forces.
Of course, the Kobolds are grateful for the heroes’ hard work. To show their thanks, they give them trinkets, long-since abandoned treasure chests and strange and powerful objects that have been in the Kobolds’ possession for ages.
Das ist ein Teil der „Kobold-Sicherheitstechnik“. Unter dem Raum mit den Schließfächern brennt permanent ein Feuer. Betritt nun eine Person ohne die nötige Autorisation den Raum, dann öffnen sich im Boden ein paar Gitter und die Flammen schlagen dort hindurch. Damit nun die nächsten Kunden beim Betreten nicht den „Brathähnchen-Geruch“ des Diebes in der Nase haben, ist oben ein Schornstein durch den die schlechte Luft abgelassen wird.
Aber dazu noch ein kleiner Nachtrag der Vollständigkeit halber und um zu verstehen, warum genau diese Art der Sicherheitstechnik bei den Kobolden so verbreitet und beliebt ist: Wie dem einen oder anderen in irischen Sagen bewanderten Menschen bekannt, legen Kobolde große Entfernungen zurück, indem sie über einen Regenbogen von einem Ende zum anderen gelangen. Da jedoch der Topf voll Gold so schwer ist, dass sie ihn nicht mitnehmen können, kommt daher auch der Spruch „am Ende des Regenbogens liegt ein Topf voll Gold“. Dies und die Tatsache, dass ihr mühselig zusammen gesammeltes Gold immer wieder geklaut wurde, hat die Kobolde so sehr geärgert, dass sie sich etwas einfallen lassen mussten. Also haben sie ihre schon vorhandenen Schlafwagen (die für die Essenszubereitung im Winter zum Heizen sowieso schon einen Ofen eingebaut hatten) zu einem Tresorraum umgebaut. Und da sie schon „von Hause aus“ dem Gold sehr zugetan sind haben sie begonnen, ihre sicheren Schließfächer zu vermieten, um damit noch mehr Gold einzunehmen ...
This device is an integral part of the Kobolds' Security Program. The locker wagon is actually a chamber, in which an eternal fire burns. Should any unauthorized individual enter this room, the ground will split open and angry flames flick through. There is a chimney in this room to make sure it is properly ventilated, so that future intruders aren’t tipped off by the lingering odor of roasted criminal in the air.
This security measure is so popular among the Kobold because, as any well-versed Irish mythology scholar will tell you, the Kobolds use rainbows as their means of transportation, traveling colorfully from one end of the country to the other. But because their pots of gold are so heavy, they cannot carry them the entire way, which is why there is a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow. Left unprotected, these pots of gold often go missing, so the Kobolds had to develop some security measures. They transformed their sleeping carts, which already had built-in ovens for preparing food during the cold winter months, into security vaults. And, because they have a natural affinity for gold, they’ve begun renting out lockers so that they can collect more …
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The Kingdom of the Kobold lies deep underground and is ruled by the Goldmar council. The Kobold government is a confusing and ridiculous political machine that would be impossible to explain to any non-Kobold.
Kobolds specialize in an eclectic assortment of magical schools that were forgotten by the surface dwelling races. One particular department excels in the lost magic simply known as spatial manipulation magic. The carts are actually connected to the Kobold run Hardenstein University. The “chimney” is an exhaust pipe for the enormous andermant fueled machine that bridges the two locations. They offer, as a service to surfacers, the endless storage of their important and valuable artifacts. Unbeknownst to the surfacers, Kobold researchers, archeologists, and anthropologists are secretly studying these artifacts and are painstakingly cataloging while simultaneously observing their use by the surfacers.
This project is a paid for by a multibillion andermant grant from the UWU (Under World Union). However, the continued contribution from the UWU is under threat due to a bad economy and constant riots over austerity cuts in the Worm-Men Kingdom.
He smiled. "Naive human, the lockers are not what is causing my wagon to smoke! But the work of the constructors who are working tirelessly to power my wagon ... the best way to explain is to show you." He then opened a small hatch on the side of the wagon and said "Why don't you have a look?" I cautiously looked through the hatch and with amazement I saw small miniature structures and what appeared to be workers at work, pulling on ropes, working on levers and machines ... I gasped but before I could turn around and ask "How?" I felt a slight push on my back and the miniature world seemed to get bigger and bigger as I fell in!
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I have worked in the nearby cities as a treasurer for many generations and I have seen many things in my life. However, two days ago I heard a question that, surprisingly led me to reflect on it. A brave knight asked me: "Why is it, that smoke is coming out of the chimney of your wagon?”. It might have seemed that the story was uninteresting, so I sent the guy away without any explanation. This morning when I was strolling near the local tavern, I heard a piece of conversation, in which the Spellweaver was telling the Ranger, that I burn things that people give me for storing! Even though I am a quiet man by nature, I felt that something needed to be done! I remembered the conversation from two days ago and then I understood the weird question from the knight. So I decided to stop all that wicked suspicions and satisfy the human curiosity ...
Hmm ... This was a long time ago, when I was still handsome and young. I remember it vaguely, but for you I'll try to tell it as accurately as possible.
If my memory serves me right, it was a late autumn evening. Tired after work I went for a well deserved rest. In that time I was a novice treasurer and was still learning the profession. Seeing that I was trying with all my strength, I think the result was pretty good. Walking down a path I passed brave heroes on their horses, which fought daily with dragons and other monsters to protect the city. But I was only an ordinary dwarf for them, usually unseen by anyone and even if someone looked at me, they did it with contempt. I always wanted to be like them, but life took a different path for me. I walked on with my head lowered, completely isolated from the rest of the world. And then I felt a slight tug and someone screamed: "Don’t you hear what is being said to you? How many times do I have to repeat myself?". It was a strange old witch, who was apparently saying something to me. I asked her to repeat what she was trying to tell me. It turned out that she wanted to give me a strange elixir for safekeeping. I asked, why she was giving it to me now instead of when was I usually working, but the only response I got was: "This is a very dangerous potion, protect it with your life!" after which she walked away. Tired after a long day I left without really thinking of that strange event.
The next day at dawn I went to work. Early in the morning the traffic was usually small, so I was sitting there quite bored. Suddenly I felt a strange liquid in my pocket and a slight formication in the same place. As it turned out, I had a hidden potion from the witch, which I forgot to put into the box. What's worse, the bottle was empty! The plug must have loosened up somehow causing the liquid to drain! With horror I remembered the witch’s last words... My body was covered in goosebumps, which combined with a strange fear was not a nice feeling. After a moment, the fear began to transform into extraordinary self-confidence, which in this case was quite a surprise for me. I looked at the bottle and this time with excitement I read the inscription on it: "Potion for fulfilling dreams". "Fulfilling dreams!“, I cried. My only dream was to become a hero, who would be worshiped by the citizens, who would save them from all dangers. My heart beat harder and my excitement grew. I didn’t know if the potion worked only after touching my skin, but this extraordinary self-confidence was telling me that it was so. Without much thought I went out into the world leaving my previous gray life behind me. First stop - Herold!
Everything was going my way. I was blinded by the fame of being a hero of which I could’ve only dreamt of until now and which I so suddenly gained. It had been been five, maybe six days already since that change of my life. I was going through Kingshill. I saw my old carriage with all the hiding places, and next to it ... for the first time since becoming a hero I felt fear. Next to the carriage stood the same witch, through which I became who I am now. She held an empty bottle in her hand, which apparently I left there and in her eyes I saw unthinkable anger. Then she saw me and thanks to magic suddenly appeared in front of me. This feeling, this fear which I felt then ... was unforgettable. I stood transfixed, unable to speak even a word. Hah! I wasn’t able to emit even a quiet squeak. She didn’t say anything either. She looked at my carriage from which smoke suddenly began to escape. Then she looked at me again and in a dark voice she said: "I curse you! You'll always be serving as treasurer and all things that you’ll get for storing will burn spontaneously!". Then she disappeared and I ran to see what was going on. Unfortunately, she was telling the truth, there were only ashes in all the lockers. I could not save those items and that brought me many a man's anger ... Fortunately, I was able to find out a way for the witch’s spell to cease being dangerous for me. Well, since then I keep everything in barrels of water, which protect their contents against burning. Obviously, the fire problem was gone, but the smoke remained. I cannot explain why smoke escapes from the barrels but it always reminds me of the events from the past ...
"That's why I received rusty armor from you recently! You will pay for it! ", shouted an enraged knight, one of the kobold‘s listeners. At the same time the poor little man began to regret that he had been persuaded to tell the story. He ran quickly to the city walls to find some shelter where he would be able to wait out this period of increased human hatred.
Ps.: kdo máte zájem vedět o tom co jak je s Koboldem přeložte si to sami
Novinky od Kobolda
Novinky ohledně Koboldova vozu tajemství! Malíř Florinus dnes promluvil k lidem. Odhalil jim ze nasel skicove kresby jeho vazeneho kolegy Carlota Ancosa v jeho vlastní skříňce u Kobolda. Co to znamená? Opravdu nevíme, ale možná, že nalezené skicove výkresy, které ukazují vnitřek Koboldova vozu můžou pomoci vyřešit záhadu. Podívejte se sami!
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