in the mid-18th century wave of violence engulfed our brabantse kempen and limburg countryside. hordes of unscrupulous crooks suit went plundering and incendiary our peaceful avenues. they called themselves the goats riders. to air shadowy spirits. which according to a medieval myth, on stands sat through the dark night heaven roamed and even locked houses could penetrate. bucks riders, vipers that's it. they need to eradicate root and branch, they must. yeah, that's probably marie, that's for sure. i heard that last night they tailed arjan den stoer have've taken flat-burned and everything of value. oh yes, it's not true, right?
vipers that's it! they say their eyes give light in the darkness and that they are so rapidly that fate can be found as thunder. chatter, i tell you. behind bin mob complaining tricks and bribery ordinary people servant. let them rob the landlord but once they come from a chilly awakening, which heej mercenaries was to teach them once mores and learn off his handiwork. the myth tells that this demonic army of bokkenrijdersroute found their end in a gruesome battle, high in the skies above the postel abbey. sixty long years, the gang carried out a reign of terror, on the rural population. their satanic guild sign, a goats leg, filled everyone with fear and trepidation. cursed are those bokkenrijdersroute, the parasites of the region and one hugo in particular.
it is a wicked scoundrel who "s hugo. with his long black mane it 's a devil right. when you are near your life you not sure. to mention harbor and good even the bars of the trap door does not stop him. oh men, who can save us from these tormentors. a blasphemous bandit that's for sure, but remember: "pride comes before a fall" that may be dulle bear, but for the moment he pulls himself nothing about it. as a youth who has not any good. always at the gekeur in. ge saw it coming when he would be a rascal.
listen here to the story of hugo, hugo van den loonse dunes, who joined this vicious pack of robbers. a man without compassion, possessed of boundless greed and vulture for money. hugo bokkerijder ... this house, this cursed house ... it's a hell alike. that one cursed night in the belgian kempen ... the sun was low and we were looking for beds for the night, but there was no sign of villages.
but suddenly, in the distance, a large building. abbey postel we knew. we brought the horses to gallop and when the sun had sunk, we arrived at the chapel. it was light in the windows and it was dead quiet, no monks singing or pious murmuring. behind the chapel door gold chalices and silver candlesticks for the taking, ha ha ha! with these thoughts we rammed the door. no human..! on the altar shone the spoils.
the candles were lit ... strange. my men cracked the offertory and i emptied the altar. and then, suddenly, a slender hand on my shoulder. i looked around and stood behind me a young woman, her eyes full of fire. allen saw her and the clink speechless. she seemed to be floating in her long white dress. even i felt something of fear and she said to me: "you, hugo van den loonse dunes, ye profane here this house.
so repent, and do not call the tower of the lord upon you ... "but me, i overcame my fear, taunted her with sarcastic way was and pushed her roughly back. i called the men to go on and saw that they dissolve into nothingness ... a day later i reached my house, i was shocked. stood atop the wall ... she, the lady from the chapel! her arms waved, as they rocked on the wind. i heard her voice, as floated in my head:
"nowhere in your own home or anywhere in the world, ye shall find rest or peace, now you have violated god's house ... only then, when a noble man with the clean conscience of a newborn child, your habitation enter, then you will find peace in your home and in your heart ... " that ban, my terrible fate, has so far not broken. enter with a pure soul, so the doom falls from the house and my soul obtains the rest,
i so fiercely longing ... joost ... joost joost ... where are you? answer joost ... where are you? answer ... joost where are you? joost ... joost is gone, our brother! maybe he's lost?
enter the magical city ravelijn. look, there's something on the gate. raveleijn ... we are in raveleijn. long ago, there was an evil ruler here. count olaf his people oppressed from a high speed. you are finally here. my messengers ravens have led you to me. you have come as riders to free our people from oppression olaf.
we have come here to find our brother joost. joost oh, my little brother. were you already for us in the magical city? yes, i had discovered the gate before .. come, i'll show you the town. oh no a falcon watch out. count olaf is coming. ha ha ha, what do you uninvited in my city? the ravens have brought us here.
we will liberate your people. you have no idea ... i'm capable of. olaf, yet i feel sorry for these people. they are ontschuldig. alina shut up. wachter, feed her. we have to help her, thomas ... thomas ...
you can not do anything against my dark forces. my guardian of fire, will destroy you. look ... spread ... are these the saviors of ravelijn? you do not stand a chance! we must join forces. only by working together can we overcome.
use your elements. no ... i do not just win me! it worked. olaf, get out of here! guys ... dad ...
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