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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 Nestled in the heart of the valley, surrounded by a vast forest of ancient olive trees and fields rich with ripening crops, the village thrived. Each day, the rhythmic clang of pickaxes against stone echoed from the quarry, where miners unearthed the rock that would shape their future. Deeper in the hills, villagers delved into the earth, chiseling through the stone to mine gold, prying free the gleaming veins that promised wealth and trade. Lumberjacks toiled in the olive forest, harvesting timber felling trees that had stood for generations. Foragers wandered the open fields, plucking ripe berries from low shrubs, their hands stained red with the season’s bounty. Farmers tilled the soil, their hands caked with earth, tending to the crops that fed them all. Hunters moved like ghosts between the trees, returning with game, their arrows swift and true. A trade cart, its wooden wheels creaking, would arrive every fortnight, bringing fine silks, spices, and news from distant lands. The windmill, its mighty sails turning steadily in the breeze, processed the village’s harvest, ensuring that no belly went empty. Overlooking it all, perched on a hill in the valley, stood the watchtower. Built of stone and timber, it had long guarded the village, its lone beacon guiding travelers home and warning of approaching danger. From its peak, one could see the olive forest stretch for miles, the fields roll gently toward the horizon, and beyond that, the unknown. Yet, for all the predictability of village life, there was one presence that stirred excitement and uncertainty. She arrived without warning, an archer clad in vivid yellow Amazonian attire, her bow slung across her back. She was not of these lands, nor of the olive forests that surrounded them. Her origins were unknown, and few dared to ask. They called her Mira the Distant, for she came from lands beyond the reach of any villager’s travels. She would stay for days, offering her bow to the village’s defense or aiding the hunters before vanishing once more, disappearing with the dawn. One man watched her with quiet admiration. A longbowman named Edric, known for his sharp eye and steady hand, found himself drawn to her presence. Unlike the others, he did not see her as a passing shadow but as something more, a soul untamed, like the wind over the valley. The years passed, and the village flourished. The fields stretched further, the quarry deepened, the wealth of the gold mines grew. With faith in their toil, the villagers raised a castle, its towering stone walls a testament to their perseverance. Beside it stood a monastery, its bell tolling in praise of the Lord who watched over them. Yet, on the night of the monastery’s consecration, as the villagers celebrated with wine and song, Edric and Mira slipped away into the darkness. By morning, the villagers discovered that Edric had left something behind, but not his bow. In the watchtower, where he had often stood guard over the valley, they found a small wooden token, carved from olive wood. It was in the shape of a falcon in flight, its wings spread wide, as if caught in the moment of escape. Some say they fled south, toward the lands of golden sands and unbroken rivers, where Mira’s people once walked. Others claim they sailed across the sea, seeking a home where no walls enclosed them. The village carried on, its stone walls strong, its windmill turning, its watchtower standing tall on the hill. Yet sometimes, when the wind whispered through the olive forest, the watchmen swore they saw two figures moving in the distance, one with a longbow, the other draped in yellow, never looking back. And so the village endured, but the story of Edric and Mira became legend, a tale whispered by the fire on long winter nights. #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.