Overlord raising hell infernal abyss walkthrough

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O mighty Crete, the vast seaвЂ™s mistress, whose countless vessels along every coast have held the deep, yea, whatever, lands, even to Assyria, making path for the prows of ships, old Nereus cleaves вЂ“ why dost thou force me here, given over to an enemyвЂ™s house as hostage, wife to my foe, to spend my days in wretchedness and weeping? Behold, fled is my lord afar and keeps his bridal oath as is the wont of Theseus.

Here, here IвЂ™ll hasten by the shortest way. Lo, goddess, thou dost hear me: the shrill-tongued hounds have given the sign. If, his offerings paid, thy worshipper takes thy favour with him to the glades, his nets hold the tangled prey, no feet break through his snares his game is brought in on loaded wagons, his hounds have their muzzles red with blood, and all the rustic throng come home in long triumphant line. All things that feed in the lonely fields, whether the Arabian knows them in his rich forests, or the needy Garamantian and the wandering Sarmatian on his desert plains, whatever the heights of the rough Pyrenees or the Hyrcanian glades conceal, all fear thy bow, Diana. The striped tigers face thee, but the shaggy-backed bisons flee, and the wild ox with wide-spreading horns. Thy hand aims at Gaetulian lions, thine at Cretan deer and now with lighter stroke dost thou pierce swift-fleeing does. And do thou be with thy follower, O manlike goddess,В for whose sovereignty earthвЂ™s secret places are reserved, whose darts with unerring aim seek out the prey which drinks the cool Araxes or sports on IsterвЂ™s frozen streams.

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Thou shalt brandish the dart, thou with right and left hand together hurl the heavy oak-shaft with broad iron head do thou lie in hiding and with shouts drive the game on the headlong rush and thou, when victory is won, shalt free flesh from hide with thy curved hunting-knife. Let a line decked out with crimson feathers hedge the deer with empty terror. Let some of you make speed to load your necks with the heavy, wide-meshed nets, and others, with the smooth-wrought snares. The time will come when the hollow rocks will re-echo with their bayings now, with heads low-hung, let them sniff the air with keen nostrils, and with muzzles to earth quest through the forest haunts, while the light is still dim, while the dewy ground still retains the well-marked trail. But the Spartans (for their breed is bold and eager for the prey) hold in carefully with a tighter knot.

Cast off the leashes from the dogs that hunt in silence, let thongs still hold the keen Molossians fast, and let the savage Cretans tug on the stout bonds with well-worn necks. If any feels the lure of the forest, Phlye calls for him there is the haunt of the boar, terror of farmers, famed by now for many a wound. Let one tread sweet HymettusвЂ™ cliff, another, small Aphidnae too long unharried is that spot where Sunium thrusts out the shores of the curving sea.

Go ye by the left path where Marathon opens out her forest glades, where with their small following the suckling mothers seek nightly forage and ye, where rugged Acharneus tempers his frosts beneath the warm south-wind. Here, here let others hasten, where the all alder-thickets fringe the grove, where meadows lie which Zephyr soothes with his dew-laden breath and calls forth the the springtimeвЂ™s grass, where scant Ilissos flows sluggishly along through meagre fields and with ungenerous stream creeps over unfruitful sands.

Go, surround the shadowy woods and the topmost ridges of the mount, ye sons of Cecrops! With nimble feet wide wandering, scour the coverts that lie below rocky Parnes and in the vale of Thria, whose swift-flowing stream lashes its banks climb the hills ever white with Rhipean snow. (translated by Frank Justice Miller, adapted)