Story of Swen, the Beginning of Astral Travel

It looks the the EU now has a fully translated version:

Among the legends of the Gibberling people, one of the most popular stories is of Swen, a humble fisherman. His friends gave him the nickname Swine, because back in the days his favourite hobby was to sit in the tavern and drink excessively. Swen also had a strong and authoritative wife who disapproved of this.

On the fateful day told in the legend, his wife forbade him to go fishing, knowing that he would probably come back drunk and empty handed. She locked all his nets and fishing rods in a closet in their home. Swen, like most Gibberlings, was a stubborn man and sneaked out of the house to go to the tavern where he could complain to his friends about his wife being so strict with him. After many, many drinks and much talk, he realised who was waiting for him at home. So to avoid a confrontation with her, he decided to go fishing and return triumphantly with a feast. As everyone knows, people don’t give out about a good thing.

Swen went to the riverbank and made himself a fishing line. Instead of using a regular hook, he found a rusty bent nail and made a weight from a stone he found lying on the shore. Pleased with himself, he jumped into his fishing boat, dropped his line and fell asleep. When he woke up a few hours later though, he swore he would never drink again. His boat had drifted over the edge of his allod and was now floating in the emptiness of the Astral but somehow he was still alive! His fishing line was glimmering with strange colours coming from the stone he had found in the river, and the mysterious rays cloaking his boat seemed to be protecting him from the Astral.

Swen pinched himself to see if he was awake. He wasn’t dreaming, but he was floating all alone in the Astral abyss.

He rowed back to his allod as quickly as he could, swinging the magic stone as he went. By the next day, all the villagers were scampering about the river seeking similar stones. Within a week, the sound of axes and saws could be heard across the village. The villagers built a fleet of new boats, took them to the Astral shore, filled them with provisions and within a week the village had been abandoned.

Swen’s drunken excursion had discovered the Era of Astral Travel. Sometimes tiny things are often the most important.


This is the version that the Novograd Times attempted to translate. Got pretty close.

Here is a story, the story of how astral travel begun. It is the story of a Gibberling many years ago by the name of Sven. The story was translated by using a number of translation sites (Google, AltaVista, etc) and a few interesting texts to my aunt to get this translated. I couldn’t work out some of the phrasing, but this is a summary of the beginning of astral travel. Some of it may be odd texted, but please, bare with it. Sit back and enjoy a bite out of lore.

The Astral method of travel was opened by the smallest people, the Gibberlings. This isn’t surprising due to how curious the Gibberlings are. Gibberlings are expert fisherman and sailors.

Back in time, a hero by the name of Sven was an astral fisherman. Thats right, the astral ships were created to be fishing boats. At the time Gibberlings loved to sit in the tavern with a glass of a warm beverage.

Once Sven was getting ready for fishing, but his wife was strict and she told Sven he was not to fish that day because he would come home drunk with no fish. She took his rod and locked it up.

But, Sven was very stubborn (a characteritic known to Gibberlings) so he slipped out of the house and went to the tavern in protest against his wife. He drank himself to smithereens. This presented retribution waiting at home. He was horrified and realized the only way out was to catch some fish and return home with a successful catch.

He walked to the river, cut himself a rod and built a fishing line. Instead of hooks, he found a rusty bent nail and used a stone. He climbed into the boat and cast the bait. It did not take long before he fell asleep.

He woke and was horrified, he vowed to never drink again. His boat was hanging a few feet from the edge of a waterfall, in the Astral, the void. It was still living. The stone from the river was dangling on the fishing line, shined and shimmered unseen colors. The rays seemed to cross the boat, protecting it from the Astral.

Sven pinched himself, rubbed his eyes and blessed himself. This delusion did not disappear. Then he squeezed the stone tigher in his paw. He pushed back to the edge and rolled heavily over to the side. He then jumped up and rushed home with the mysterious stone.

The next day the entire village wandered up to the waist in the river in search of similar stones. After a week, the village together knocked axes and saws on the shore one after another freshly made boats stuffed full of belongings. A week later the village was deserted.

Thus begun the era of astral travel.

Here are pictures of some astral ships:

A small astral boat, found in the League's starting area.

A protective shining light protects the ships from the void.

The front of an astral cargo ship.

The side of an astral cargo ship.

The engines of an astral ship.

Reference: Official Russian Allods Site

  1. Wow that was strange. I just wrote an really long comment but after I clicked submit my comment didn’t appear.
    Grrrr… well I’m not writing all that over again. Anyhow, just wanted to say great blog!

  1. December 7th, 2009
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