The Sentinels Of Pyr - Revision history

Acridiel at 18:28, 19 December 2021

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Dorothée at 06:42, 4 October 2021

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Acridiel at 22:39, 3 October 2021

2021-10-03T22:39:10Z

Acridiel: Corrected the date and Leader of the Fyros people at the time, as instructed by Namcha.

2021-10-03T22:38:11Z

Corrected the date and Leader of the Fyros people at the time, as instructed by Namcha.

Dorothée at 15:16, 14 June 2021

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Dorothée at 05:20, 14 June 2021

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Dorothée at 05:19, 14 June 2021

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Dorothée at 22:44, 13 June 2021

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Dorothée at 22:43, 13 June 2021

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Dorothée at 22:33, 13 June 2021

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 :— ''“We’ll see.”''
-     The man smiled coldly, then barked an order in a strange language, drew a wicked sword from his belt and charged the captain. Suddenly a battle ensued, such as the sentinels had not experienced for a long time. Their attackers fought viciously and hard. In the dim light of the few lamps that lit the tower more of them could now be seen rushing across the makeshift bridge from the direction of [[Thesos]]. Within a few minutes, three of the defenders had fallen victim to the bandits' swords. The remaining seven fought desperately against the superior force. A brave Fyra managed to climb the tower and blow the horn that was hanging there for just that purpose. Its mournful sound echoed through the cold night until an arrow found her breast and ended the plaintive sound. Soon though her desperate call was answered from the main camp.
+     The man smiled coldly, then barked an order in a strange language, drew a wicked sword from his belt and charged the captain. Suddenly a battle ensued, such as the sentinels had not experienced for a long time. Their attackers fought viciously and hard. In the dim light of the few lamps that lit the tower more of them could now be seen rushing across the makeshift bridge from the direction of [[Thesos]]. Within a few minutes, three of the defenders had fallen victim to the bandits' swords. The remaining seven fought desperately against the superior force. A brave Fyra managed to climb the tower and blow the horn that was hanging there for just that purpose. Its mournful call echoed through the cold night until an arrow found her breast and ended the quivering sound. Soon though her desperate call was answered from the main camp.
      The soldiers of Fyros took up arms now and came running over the bridge, hastening to see what the alarm was all about. Just as the reinforcements arrived they saw the last of their comrades fall. Full of rage and with all the courage a Fyros can muster, they threw themselves at the attackers, who matched them in numbers and strength. The battle was fierce and lasted until the sun crested the far cliffs to the south. Only a few of the defenders survived, but they took care to lay their brothers and sisters to rest with honor and gratitude. For they had given their lives to protect the newly founded empire.

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 <poem>    This is a story I discovered in an old tome of lore, deep inside the archives of Pyr. Back when better diplomatic relations existed between the Kingdoms of Forest and Desert.
 Most of the old paper had crumbled with age in the dry air of the desert but fortunately some passages were still legible, their handwriting beautiful. As were the rich illustrations, though faded with time they were.
-     As far as I am able to tell, these events happened at a time when Pyr was still being carved out of and into the massive old, broken branch the Fyros Refugees had found. Empress Leanon, Lycos’ Grandmother, had just declared the Burning Desert her people's home. Sometime between 2485-2500 I guessed.</poem>}}
+     As far as I am able to tell, these events happened at a time when Pyr was still being carved out of and into the massive old, broken branch the Fyros Refugees had found. Empress [[Leanon]], [[Lycos]]’ Grandmother, had just declared the [[Burning Desert]] her people's home. Sometime between [[2485]]-[[2500]] I guessed.</poem>}}
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 <poem>    This is a story I discovered in an old tome of lore, deep inside the archives of Pyr. Back when better diplomatic relations existed between the Kingdoms of Forest and Desert.
 Most of the old paper had crumbled with age in the dry air of the desert but fortunately some passages were still legible, their handwriting beautiful. As were the rich illustrations, though faded with time they were.
-     As far as I am able to tell, these events happened at a time when Pyr was still being carved out of and into the massive old, broken branch the Fyros Refugees had found. Empress Leanon, Lycos’ Grandmother, had just declared the Burning Desert her people's home. Sometime between 2490-2500 I guessed.</poem>}}
+     As far as I am able to tell, these events happened at a time when Pyr was still being carved out of and into the massive old, broken branch the Fyros Refugees had found. Empress Leanon, Lycos’ Grandmother, had just declared the Burning Desert her people's home. Sometime between 2485-2500 I guessed.</poem>}}
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 <poem>    This is a story I discovered in an old tome of lore, deep inside the archives of Pyr. Back when better diplomatic relations existed between the Kingdoms of Forest and Desert.
 Most of the old paper had crumbled with age in the dry air of the desert but fortunately some passages were still legible, their handwriting beautiful. As were the rich illustrations, though faded with time they were.
-     As far as I am able to tell, these events happened at a time when Pyr was still being carved out of and into the massive old, broken branch the Fyros Refugees had found. Emperor Cerakos, Lycos’ Grandfather, had just declared the Burning Desert his people's home. About 2526-27 I guessed.</poem>}}
+     As far as I am able to tell, these events happened at a time when Pyr was still being carved out of and into the massive old, broken branch the Fyros Refugees had found. Empress Leanon, Lycos’ Grandmother, had just declared the Burning Desert her people's home. Sometime between 2490-2500 I guessed.</poem>}}
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 :— ''“Yes, from exile. For a long time we sought a way to a land without Kitin. And though there are some here, there are fewer than in the wasteland out there, or in the lands of shame.”''
      The captain had already heard many different stories from newly arrived exiles and thus he was only a little surprised by the man's choice of words.
-:— ''“Well, then, come with us. We will lead you to our main camp. The Emperor will be pleased to welcome such mighty warriors who have conquered the wilderness alone.”''
+:— ''“Well, then, come with us. We will lead you to our main camp. The Empress will be pleased to welcome such mighty warriors who have conquered the wilderness alone.”''
      The burly Fyros turned briefly and nodded to his five companions, who were still outside the torchlight. Then he smiled at the captain and spoke:
-:— ''“It will be a pleasure to meet the Emperor.”''
+:— ''“It will be a pleasure to meet the Empress.”''
      Together, the two groups set out. In the distance, they could see the lights of the great camp where Pyr would one day be built. In front of them, the silhouette of the watchtower loomed darkly before the night sky.
      Once there, the other five Guardsmen approached the visitors.

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      That night, the fledgling new Empire of the Desert fought its first true battle against an enemy that would later come back to haunt them again and again.
 For on the armor of the fallen attackers was found an engraved emblem.
-A black Varinx.
+A black Varinx <ref>“The Black Varinx” was the nickname of [[Melkiar the Black Varinx|Melkiar]] the founder and first leader of the [[Marauders]] </ref> .
 [[File:Varinx Prime.png|150px|frameless|center]]
      And even though the plateau was a gruesome sight in the morning, the battlefield soaked in the blood of the fallen, the Fyros people drew hope from this victory. For where the blood of their heroes had soaked the ground, strange trees began to sprout a few days later. Trees the likes of which no one had ever seen before and which grew only upon this lone plateau in the middle of the desert.

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 Most of the old paper had crumbled with age in the dry air of the desert but fortunately some passages were still legible, their handwriting beautiful. As were the rich illustrations, though faded with time they were.
      As far as I am able to tell, these events happened at a time when Pyr was still being carved out of and into the massive old, broken branch the Fyros Refugees had found. Emperor Cerakos, Lycos’ Grandfather, had just declared the Burning Desert his people's home. About 2526-27 I guessed.</poem>}}
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      At that time able-bodied soldiers and guards were still sparse amongst the newly settled refugees and much of the burning desert was still unexplored. Crude rope-bridges, nowhere near the sturdy constructions of our time, spanned most of its chasms. Though better constructs were being built.
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      And so today it is said that the trees of this luminous forest are the souls of fallen heroes. Still going about their duty, as the sentinels of Pyr.
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	And so today it is said that the trees of this luminous forest are the souls of fallen heroes. Still going about their duty, as the sentinels of Pyr.		And so today it is said that the trees of this luminous forest are the souls of fallen heroes. Still going about their duty, as the sentinels of Pyr.
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