Легенды жаркого Аббарра - тоже в переводе

Кто читал "Пепел и крылья" авторства феи Wojik, тот не мог не заметить: в книге есть абсолютно чарующие легенды. Мне, как египетскому псо, вообще близка эстетика песков и руин. Ну а легенды внутри сеттингов я люблю ещё со своей игродельной юности (сколько я их писала для полигонок...) - так что всегда подмечаю у других авторов. В Аббарре именно легенды для меня составили львиную долю кайфа от прочтения. 

Родись я на просторах того мира, я б непременно была псовой аллати:). Не знаю уж, с огоньком Бездны или без, но точно ею. Слушала б песни песков острыми чёрными ушами и рубила диких куфов хопешем, заказанным у мастера в секторе воинов и оружейников:).

Вот такая псовая легенда есть в Аббарре о рождении города. Уверена, что богиня Интару тоже была с острыми ушами , но говорят, что бисты рассказывают эту легенду как-то по-другому. 

А ещё в книге есть прекрасные авторские арты. Вот например такой, как ниже.

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               Esha recalled the legend: at the beginning of time Chaos broke free from its imprisonment. Its black shadows crawled over the land, and whatever they touched turned into ashes. But Intarw, goddess of light, sent her loyal hounds to help the people of her beloved world. 

               Her hounds caught up with the shadows at the foothills of Fangs. The mountain guardians closed the circle, preventing Chaos from leaving the Blooming Valley. The hounds, white as snow, attacked the darkness, and shadows vanished after that cruel fight. However, the white hounds of Intarw were no more – in their stead only the inky black beasts remained, their eyes glowing with green flames. Their bodies absorbed the shadows of Chaos, succumbing, subduing its power, but their spirits were just as strong and pure as before. 

                Intarw’s loyal servants returned to her. Chaos was defeated, and hid in the depths of the earth. But whatever damage it had brought could not be mended – the land, that once flourished, became a lifeless desert. And then Intarw wept bitterly, and wherever her tears fell, oases were formed. When she cried her eyes out, she walked through the golden sands for a long time.  As she grew tired, she sat in the shadows of her loyal mountain guardians to rest and saw a flower amidst the stones. It reached out for the sun stubbornly with its black petals. Intarw felt joy then and named it Abbarr, which meant “life”. Intarw’s power of love was so great that the flower turned into a beautiful city, and each of its petals became one of the city’s six sectors. The goddess ordered her loyal hounds and mountain guardians to defend her beloved world and descended into the depths to face Chaos. Like her hounds, she absorbed its darkness completely and became the Sole Abyss that carried both light and darkness. 

               And her loyal hounds still defend the lands of Mai, and wherever a perfect white pup is born, whether an allaty, a beast, or a spirit, there is no defender more loyal and trustworthy.