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English to Portuguese: Dark Souls General field: Other Detailed field: Games / Video Games / Gaming / Casino
Source text - English In the Age of Ancients the world was unformed, shrouded by fog.
A land of gray crags, Archtrees and Everlasting Dragons.
But then there was Fire and with fire came disparity.
Heat and cold, life and death, and of course, light and dark.
Then from the dark, They came, and found the Souls of Lords within the flame.
Nito, the First of the Dead, The Witch of Izalith and her Daughters of Chaos, Gwyn, the Lord of Sunlight, and his faithful knights.
And the Furtive Pygmy, so easily forgotten
With the strength of Lords, they challenged the Dragons.
Gwyn's mighty bolts peeled apart their stone scales.
The Witches weaved great firestorms.
Nito unleashed a miasma of death and disease.
And Seath the Scaleless betrayed his own, and the Dragons were no more.
Thus began the Age of Fire.
But soon the flames will fade and only Dark will remain.
Even now there are only embers, and man sees not light, but only endless nights.
And amongst the living are seen, carriers of the accursed Darksign.
Yes, indeed.
The Darksign brands the Undead.
And in this land, the Undead are corralled and led to the north, where they are locked away, to await the end of the world...
This is your fate.
Translation - Portuguese Na Era dos Antigos o mundo estava sem forma, envolto pela névoa.
Uma terra de penhascos cinzas, Arquiárvores e Dragões Eternos.
Mas então houve Fogo e com o fogo veio a disparidade.
Calor e frio, vida e morte, e claro, luz e trevas.
E então das trevas, Eles vieram, encontraram as Almas dos Lordes na chama.
Nito, o Primeiro dos Mortos, A Bruxa de Izalith e suas Filhas do Caos, Gwyn, o Lorde da Luz Solar, e seus cavaleiros fiéis.
E o Furtivo Pigmeu, tão facilmente esquecido.
Com a força dos Lordes, eles desafiaram os Dragões.
Os poderosos raios de Gwyn destruíram suas escamas de pedra.
As Bruxas invocaram grandes tempestades de fogo.
Nito soltou um miasma de morte e chagas.
E Seath, o Descamado, traiu os seus, e os Dragões pereceram.
E assim começou a Era do Fogo.
Mas logo as chamas desaparecerão e somente as Trevas irão permanecer.
Mesmo agora há somente brasas, e o homem não vê nenhuma luz, mas somente noites sem fim.
E entre os vivos se vê os portadores da maldita Marca Negra.
Sim, de fato.
A Marca Negra estigmatiza os Mortos-Vivos.
E nesta terra, os Mortos-Vivos são encurralados e levados para o norte, ondes eles são encarcerados para esperar pelo fim do mundo...
Este é o seu destino.
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