Моля, кажете нещо за тая игра. Сумати народ ми я хвали, ама аз нямам почти никакво info за нея ... Знам само че било фентъзи екшън-приключение с един дракон и много хубава музика .
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To war - firmness, in defeat - obstinacy, by victory - magnanimity, in pease - goodwill.
ами тва е игра от преди няколко години, и вече не си заслужава, една ръбата графика....иначе играта е хубава, света на главната героиня е нападнат от едни гадове които искат да го владеят, те отвличат малкия брат на Rynn и тя трябва да го освободи, като единствения начин е чрез Arokh.....ето малко повече инфо че ако тръгна да я разказвам цялата..
This is Drakan Order of the Flame, an action-adventure that seamlessly
blends aerial and ground-based gameplay in a beautiful 3D world. As the
player, you are Rynn, a warrior-heroine with a savvy attitude and a quick
sword arm who teams up with a powerful, fire-breathing dragon named
Arokh. Leaving her small village behind, Rynn and Arokh embark on an epic
journey across the massive and dangerous world of Drakan in a desperate
quest to save Rynn's kidnapped younger brother - and quite possibly all of
Drakan - from a fate worse than death.
Played in third-person perspective, Drakan combines hand-to-hand combat
using over 50 different weapons with a unique flight engine that allows you
to battle it out against other dragons for supremacy of the skies. Six
different dragon attacks and seven magical spells round out your arsenal. In
addition to blood curdling battle situations, Rynn and Arokh will explore
their mysterious world, solve puzzles, and interact with more than 25 unique
characters through Drakan's real-time, in-game cinematic system.
THE ORIGIN OF THE ORDER
In the earliest known days, the world of Drakan was a place of chaos and
strife. The many tribes and races were scattered, and warred amongst one
another in an endless cycle of death and retribution. The two greatest
races, the elder breed of Dragons and the younger tribes of Humanity,
struggled bitterly against one another wherever they met. Where mankind
encroached on the nesting grounds of Dragons, the great beasts razed their
villages and scorched their crops, while stealthy bands of men would trap
and kill lone Dragons, and enter their lairs to destroy the precious
clutches of eggs.
Across the world, this madness raged for centuries, until at last, one small
bastion of reason shone forth. High in the central mountains of the great
continent, one lone tribe of men found an uneasy compromise with the
neighboring Dragons, and each allowed the other to live unmolested. In time,
a common trust developed, and the two races began to cooperate more fully.
The strength of this alliance gradually spread to the neighboring regions,
and the seeds of the first great civilization were sown. As a symbol of the
greatest virtues of this society, the two races agreed upon the pact known
as The Bond. Through the magic of an artifact known as the Dragonstone, the
bravest and most noble of men would join their life essence to that of a
single dragon, linking the two forever as one. These Bonded formed a loose
alliance known as the Order of the Flame, serving as roaming protectors and
arbitrators, and embodying the ideals of brotherhood and cooperation upon
which their society was built.
Led by the gleaming example of the Bonded, the Order of the Flame rapidly
spread its influence and philosophy throughout the continent, gathering the
warring races and petty kingdoms into a single great nation. For generations,
this peace held. Freed from the constant threat of warfare, their scholars
turned to the study of magic, devising potent spells to alter the very land
around them and mold it to their needs. Nothing, it seemed, was unattainable.
THE BETRAYER
Still, there remained those few whose desire for individual power could
never be satisfied in a society of equals. Secret societies and subversive
groups began to appear, gradually building an invisible network of those
opposed to the Order. The most powerful, and most secretive, of these groups
would come to be known as the Dark Union, an alliance of the strongest and
most influential of the Order's foes.
At last, it was a man named Narvros who would bring about the end of this
golden age. A War Mage of tremendous power, and a highly celebrated member
of the Order, Narvros was in truth a member of the Dark Union's inner
council. Under Narvros' direction, the Dark Union's agents had been
exploring vile experiments in genetics and forbidden magic, deep in the
trackless wildlands of the eastern frontier. The discoveries made in these
desolate lands were kept secret from the world, until at last Narvros felt
the time was right. A meeting of the inner council was convened, and
Narvros, through quick and bloody decision, crowned himself as supreme
leader of the Dark Union. Immediately, he set into motion his plan for the
downfall of the Order of the Flame. Mounting his ancient dragon, Kaeros, he
delivered instructions to each of his lieutenants, then disappeared into the
eastern waste, not to be seen again for another ten years.
Narvros' brothers within the Order, unaware of his true nature, had mourned
his disappearance, and many had searched for him in vain. It was with great
joy that he was welcomed, when, after ten years, he appeared on the steps of
the great Dragon Temple in the capitol of Drakan. A meeting of the local
Order was hurriedly called, so that all could hear his story and welcome his
return. Narvros stood silently until the last of his brothers was seated.
Then, with a grim smile, he uttered a Word of Power not spoken in over six
hundred years, and destruction ripped through the hall.
Outside, a dense fog had risen, blanketing the streets in a dismal mist.
Blinding flashes of light rippled across the city, and streams of dark,
hulking shapes poured from the alleys, laying about them with blood-clotted
axes and great butcher's blades. Within minutes, the streets were choked
with smoke, and the air resounded with the screams of the dying and the
bestial roars of Narvros' monstrous servants. By nightfall, the city was in
ruins, and the brightest minds of the Order of the Flame lay sealed in the
smoldering rubble of the Dragon Temple. The Dark Wars had begun.
THE ARMIES GATHER
As word of Narvros' treachery spread, the remaining cities rose up against
him, and a massive war engulfed the world. Everywhere, the agents of the
Dark Union streamed to Narvros' side, cutting a swath of treachery and
murder. Among them were many of the Order's greatest mages, and many of the
Bonded. Spells of unimaginable destruction raged across the world, leveling
cities and armies on both sides. One by one, the great achievements and
marvels of the Order's golden age were ground into dust, until all that
remained were the two great armies, battling across the charred and
devastated landscape of this once-fertile land. In his years in the waste,
Narvros had amassed a nightmare army, strengthened by dark magic of his own
design. The elder race of Giants, long driven into the wildlands and
forgotten, had reemerged under the Dark Union's banner. From the creatures
of the wilderness, Narvros' magic had produced legions of twisted and vile
monsters, which crawled and hopped at his command. Most disturbing of all
were the Dark Union's shock troops, the Wartocks. Never a true part of the
Order, the Wartocks had always been a primitive and volatile race, distant
from the world of men, but they had never been evil. Under the Dark Union's
sorcerous influence, the Wartocks had grown more bestial, and their minds
were clouded with blood-lust. It was the Wartocks, in wave after wave, which
drove back the forces of the Order, until it appeared as if all might be
lost. Narvros' dark sorcery had wrought great changes on himself, as well.
In a foul perversion of the ancient bonding ritual, he devoured the soul of
his dragon, Kaeros, and drew the creature's physical form into his own. Now,
more beast than man, Narvros stood as the single most powerful force in all
Drakan, riding at the front of his troops to sow destruction and death.
THE LAST STAND
An emergency council was called and desperate measures were taken. A final
onslaught was cast against the Dark Union, in a final effort to obliterate
it. The great warrior Heron, wielder of the Runeblade, opened a temporal
rift through which he and his mount, Arokh, managed to cast Navaros.
Heron died of wounds sustained in that last battle, while Arokh, wearied to
his soul, returned to eternal sleep in his cave clutch. Most of the other
dragons of flame followed him. In that final stand it appeared that both the
Dark Union and the Order of the Flame had been broken. Centuries later, it
would be discovered that neither was the case.
CHARACTERS
RYNN
At heart, Rynn is a fighter. Her central motivation is to rescue her brother
from the clutches of the creatures who stole him away, and she will not rest
until he is safe. After having been knocked unconscious in a raid on her
village, Rynn awakens to find her village destroyed and her brother stolen
away. With barely a second thought, she grits her teeth and sets out after
him. If the fires of Hell stand between her and her goal, she will draw her
blade and stalk through the flames, head held high.
Rynn is a warrior who does battle with quick wits and inherent skill. She is
lithe and athletic, relying on her speed and agility to maneuver her around
opponents. And for all that, she is yet young and impetuous. The world is
new to her, but she takes it all in with the eye of a skeptic and the sharp
tongue of a professional heckler. She has much to learn about the realm of
Drakan.
By chance, destiny, or perhaps both, she becomes bound to Arokh until death.
To overcome the mighty obstacles which she now faces, she will learn the use
of many exotic weapons, and even a bit of magic, if it serves her objective.
But fate has given her a powerful companion, so she must also understand the
ways of the Dragon Rider. In Arokh, she has found a faithful companion, and
a chance to overcome incredible odds. Her only hope is to rise to the
challenge.
AROKH
Arokh is a living legend, an ancient red dragon who served the great armies
of an age long dead. Centuries have passed as he slept in peace, at rest
while the world changed and grew. But time has a way of re-kindling the need
for heroes, and Arokh's rest is at an end.
He has been bound to Rynn by his very soul, and serves her well as steed and
companion. His wry sense of humor and offhand commentary serves as a mask
for an incredible intellect, and deep knowledge of the force which now
threatens the very world.
The dragon is a being of former days, where power was less diluted by those
who wrangle it. When he does battle, the very ground shakes. He possesses
the unique ability to take on new destructive attacks from those he slays;
the energy flows into his body upon their defeat. Every weapon at his
command will be taxed as he carries Rynn into the throes of this final
Хубаво, мерси за Info-то, зная, че играта е стара (от 1999г) ама много ми я хвалят и се двоумя,... Чудя се между нея, Посеидон, Клеопатра, Rune2 и някакво орязано Diablo II на 1 CD <img src=icon_smile_big.gif border=0 align=middle>
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To war - firmness, in defeat - obstinacy, by victory - magnanimity, in pease - goodwill.
На мен лично играта много ми хареса. А и графиката хич не е лоша, даже си е много хубава. Нивата са направо гигантски, особено откритите пространства. Жестоко е направен режимът, когато летиш с дракона. А битките във въздух с другите дракони, са равностойни и на най-добрите симулатори.
е усещането не е същото, но играта си заслужава, аз се надявам да има и втора част, щото като съдя по края на играта са си оставили вратичка за продължение....другата хубава игра е Диабло 2, не съм го играл от едно цд, по-добре си намери поне install и play диска и expansion диска, няма смисъл да играеш старото диабло експеншъна е по-готин.
Играта е много добра, една от любимите ми игри! Графиката изобщо не е ръбата, ако се пусне на 1024х768 или повече и всички детайли на max, може да засрами и някои по съвременни игри. Освен това е с много интересен сюжет. С една дума - струва си.
Хей Дракан е една от любимите ми игри и освен това хич не е грозна!!! Графиката е страхотно добра а и левел-дизайна граничи с перфектен. Моделите на Рин и Арок са едни от най добрите, които съм виждал, а гледката Арок в полет с възседналата го Рин е невероятна.Аве бие Джайнтс, Блак енд Уайт и квот са сетите макар че върви на 300МХерца и 8 МБ видео!!
Дракан 2 излезе този февруари за съжаление само за ПлейСтейшън2 и по ревютата съдя че Сюриъл и този път са надминали себе си!!! За ПиСи версия още нищо не се знае но имайки предвид агресивната политика на Сони напоследък/заради конкурента Майкрософт/, няма и да има скоро!!!Хмммм май ша си купувам ПС2...