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by Bluewind the Genie, the 9th of May 2002
The Barbarians was the race, with which I have had most of the problems because they don't believe in a writing business and keeping chronicles and consider such an occupation not proper for a true Barbarian. They prefer to have a battle-axe in hands than a stylus. The only way opened for my research was interviewing the few witnesses left from the age of old Antagarich.

I have spent a lot of time travelling all around the land from one town to another, dropping even in small villages, looking for any Barbarian willing to talk about the past and telling me what the Barbarians think about what have happened. My luck was wretched and I couldn't find anyone.

The rumours were that the Barbarians have travelled to this new world in few numbers and settled in some far distant lands, where they immediately began to build heavy fortified settlements in fear that the rage of other races could come on their heads for the destruction of their old common home. However, other races were too much preoccupied with their own settling and town construction to pursue vengeance, at least for a time being. It seemed that the only one looking for the Barbarians was me.

Nearly despaired I was walking into the little town on the board territories between the lands of the wizards and the lands of the humans in hope to find a shelter, warm meal, bed and a goblet of wine in a local tavern. The tavern with terrible service happened to be nothing of sort I had such big hopes for, but a meeting place for suspicious looking personages from all over neighbourhood. Mercenaries, adventurers and just people who can't simply sit at one place were all there.

It was noisy in the common room from people of different races drinking, eating, gambling, talking, arguing, laughing, singing and occasionally snoring. Suddenly among all those sounds, I have heard the familiar hoarse voice. Following the bass coming from the dark corner of the room I cautiously navigated among the crowded tables. Still doubting my hearing I squinted in the gloomy atmosphere (damn these poor human eyesight  it irritates me to hell when I shapechange into the human form). To my deep surprise the voice truly belonged to the owner I thought it might. There was the huge bulk of the Barbarian nursing the biggest size of a tankard with beer I've ever seen.

... to read what have happened after that click here ...
Stronghold of Heroes IV is the same town of barbarians as in Heroes III.
Here you'll find:

~ Stronghold history written on the basis of the town archive research
  What have happened to the old town and how the barbarians moved to the new world from Antagarich
  Inside and outside town view with the gallery of town creatures and their statistics.
~ Strategies how to play with this town (not ready yet... your articles are welcomed)
by BES the Black Dragon, april 2002
Heroes of Might and Magic IV Towns
Stronghold
by BES the Black Dragon, april 2002
Stronghold of Heroes IV is the same town of barbarians as in Heroes III.
Here you'll find:

~ Stronghold history written on the basis of the town archive research
  What have happened to the old town and how the barbarians moved to the new world from Antagarich
  Inside and outside town view with the gallery of town creatures and their statistics.
~ Strategies how to play with this town (not ready yet... your articles are welcomed)
Stronghold Chronicles: foundation of the town and its history
by BES the Black Dragon
The Barbarians was the race, with which I have had most of the problems because they don't believe in a writing business and keeping chronicles and consider such an occupation not proper for a true Barbarian. They prefer to have a battle-axe in hands than a stylus. The only way opened for my research was interviewing the few witnesses left from the age of old Antagarich.

I have spent a lot of time travelling all around the land from one town to another, dropping even in small villages, looking for any Barbarian willing to talk about the past and telling me what the Barbarians think about what have happened. My luck was wretched and I couldn't find anyone.

The rumours were that the Barbarians have travelled to this new world in few numbers and settled in some far distant lands, where they immediately began to build heavy fortified settlements in fear that the rage of other races could come on their heads for the destruction of their old common home. However, other races were too much preoccupied with their own settling and town construction to pursue vengeance, at least for a time being. It seemed that the only one looking for the Barbarians was me.

Nearly despaired I was walking into the little town on the board territories between the lands of the wizards and the lands of the humans in hope to find a shelter, warm meal, bed and a goblet of wine in a local tavern. The tavern with terrible service happened to be nothing of sort I had such big hopes for, but a meeting place for suspicious looking personages from all over neighbourhood. Mercenaries, adventurers and just people who can't simply sit at one place were all there.

It was noisy in the common room from people of different races drinking, eating, gambling, talking, arguing, laughing, singing and occasionally snoring. Suddenly among all those sounds, I have heard the familiar hoarse voice. Following the bass coming from the dark corner of the room I cautiously navigated among the crowded tables. Still doubting my hearing I squinted in the gloomy atmosphere (damn these poor human eyesight  it irritates me to hell when I shapechange into the human form). To my deep surprise the voice truly belonged to the owner I thought it might. There was the huge bulk of the Barbarian nursing the biggest size of a tankard with beer I've ever seen.

... to read what have happened after that click here ...
by Bluewind the Genie, the 9th of May 2002