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I recorded a recent rainstorm's sounds to create a different feeling to the previous version! Age of Empires 2: Definitive Edition's villager sounds with the game's ambient tracks edited to create a dynamic audio experience. (10 hours to practice build orders to) Stream: / uglie Raw Rain Recordings: • Raw Rain Recordings for Ambient Tracks Cradled in the heart of the valley, beneath skies often heavy with the promise of rain, the village thrived. Encircled by ancient olive trees and fields rich with ripening crops, it stood resilient, weathering storms that swept through with thunderous might. Each day, the rhythmic clang of pickaxes against stone echoed from the quarry, mixing with the steady patter of raindrops that slicked the rock faces and filled the air with the scent of wet earth. Deeper in the hills, villagers mined gold, the gleam of precious veins shining even brighter against the gloom of gathering clouds. Lumberjacks toiled beneath darkened skies, their axes biting into timber while rain dripped from heavy branches. Foragers wandered sodden fields, plucking ripe berries as water seeped into their boots. Farmers bent to the soil, the earth soft and pliant beneath their fingers, their crops drinking deeply from the storm-fed ground. Hunters moved like shadows between dripping trees, their arrows flying swift and true through the misty haze. Every fortnight, a trade cart would creak into the village, its wheels splashing through puddles along the muddy path. It brought silks, spices, and stories from distant lands, its arrival often heralded by the rumble of distant thunder. The windmill, its sails catching storm-wrought gusts, turned steadily, grinding grain beneath the ever-watchful eye of the clouds. Above it all, the watchtower stood firm against the tempest, its beacon flickering like lightning in the storm. From its peak, one could see the olive forest swaying under heavy rains, the fields glistening with runoff, and beyond that, the grey blur of the horizon. Into this storm wreathed life came Mira the Distant, her arrival marked by the first roll of thunder. Clad in vivid yellow, like a sunbeam defying the clouds, she moved with a quiet strength. Her bow, strung tight despite the damp, was as much a part of her as the rain was a part of the valley. She stayed for days, defending the village beneath weeping skies or hunting under the shadow of the storm, before vanishing with the dawn like mist before sunlight. Edric, the longbowman, watched her. He saw not just her skill but her defiance, her strength to walk unbent through the fiercest downpours. She was the storm, wild and unbound, and he, the steady earth, found himself drawn to her as rain to the river. Years passed, marked by the cycle of storm and sun. The village grew stronger, its walls rising like cliffs to defy the wind. The quarry deepened, the gold glimmered brighter, and the castle stood tall against the sky. The monastery’s bell rang, its tolling mingling with the crash of thunder on the night of its consecration. As the villagers celebrated, warmed by fire and wine, Edric and Mira slipped into the storm. By morning, when the rain had eased to a drizzle, the villagers found a token left behind in the watchtower, a falcon of olive wood, wings stretched as if riding the winds of a storm. Some said the pair fled to lands of golden sands and unbroken rivers, others whispered they crossed the sea, seeking skies that knew no walls. Life in the village endured, shaped by stone and storm, its watchtower standing as steadfast as ever. Yet when the rain fell heavy and the wind sang through the trees, some swore they saw two figures moving in the distance, a flash of yellow, a longbow poised, walking together into the heart of the storm, never looking back. And so the legend of Edric and Mira lived on, whispered by firesides while the rain drummed on rooftops, a story born of love, defiance, and the endless dance of storm and sky. #rain #rainsounds #rainyday #rainsoundsforsleeping #rainfall #raining #asmr #relaxing #study #meditation #sleep #relax #relaxation #ambient #ambience #lofi #asmrsounds #asmrvideo #relaxation #relaxingsounds #gentle #sleepmusic #sleepsounds #sleeping #sleepaid #sleepingmusic #sleepbetter #sleepinstantly #sleepy #aoe2 #gaming #backgroundmusic #background #ageofempires #ageofempires2 #gameplay #fantasy #story #storytime #dungeonsanddragons #dungeon #dnd This video was created under Microsoft's "Game Content Usage Rules" using assets from Age of Empires, © Microsoft Corporation.