Lore & Chronicles - Ryzom Community Forum http://app.ryzom.com//app_forum/ Mon, 24 Sep 2018 10:00:44 +0000 ryApp::FeedBuilder 15 Lore & Chronicles - Ryzom Community Forum http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum//images/rz_ryzom_logo-144x47.png http://app.ryzom.com//app_forum/ <![CDATA[[CHRONIQUE FYROS] The Arcanas of Coriolis (or the History of the Great Dragon Cult)]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/28321/1#186727 Fri, 02 Mar 2018 22:57:03 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/186727 The Arcanas of Coriolis (or the History of the Great Dragon Cult)
This amber cube was created in Jen-Laï in 2533. In 2597, it was restored during the academic summit in Pyr.

To know the true history of the Great Dragon Cult, we have to trace back in time to the year of Jena 2435, when, under the reign of Abylus the Learned, the Empire authorized a mining expedition to go to the plains of Coriolis in order to carry out excavations in mysterious ruins.
The excavations lasted for more than two Atysian cycles, during which the miners' families lived to the rhythm of the news that reached them through the caravan linking the town of Coriolis to that of Fyre. The hope of these families was shattered when the news of the Great Fire reached them. The town of Coriolis as well as the site of the excavations were ashes, leaving no doubt as to the fate of the mining expedition.
The story of the fallen miners then took on a sacred quality. Their families formed the basis of a secret cult practiced in Fyre: the Great Dragon Cult. Thus, over several generations, the followers of this cult kept holding assemblies and revering Fyrak, the Great Dragon, without the rest of the Empire considering it otherwise than as a duty of remembrance. However, the way the Fyros looked at this sect was due to be altered by the darkest event in the the History of Atys...
As the kitins swept over the Bark, sowing death in their wake, the leading members of the Great Dragon Cult saw in them the appalling materialization of the Great Dragon and knew that he was sending them his offspring. It is assumed that they were all decimated as they prayed to Fyrak to spare his followers.
The Great Swarming could have signed the end of the Great Dragon Cult, but that was not the case.

One day, Liriope was helping her mother to get meat, to dry on the roof. All of a sudden they heard a strange buzz, soon followed by panic in the streets of Fyre. At that moment, Liriope was unaware that her whole life was about to change... Only one season had passed since then, but there was nothing left of her innocence as a child. Unbearable images now haunted her nights. What would they all have become without the help of the members of that obscure organization, the Karavan, which had allowed a handful of them to escape genocide? And yet, more than ever, the Karavan were the object of suspicion because many of them had perished during the Grand Essaim. Thus those who proclaimed themselves divine emissaries were as mortal as any other homin! Even in those dark hours, when each was crying over their loved ones, Liriope could feel that this fact was delighting the Fyros survivors, who were opposed to the Karavan by an ancestral rivalry.
What can we say about these years of Jena spent under the Bark, in precariousness and sick with fear? Exhausting years when hominity only found its salvation in an unfailing hope in better morrows. Never as much as during the Exodus, faith did unify homins... Liriope would not forget those nights of insomnia when she was observing the Zoraï survivors, those masked beings, proceeding with strange ceremonies. On those nights, she too was praying for the horrors she had witnessed to never happen again. "May the Great Incendiary spare us!"

As the everlasting blaze of Cerakos' Pyre raised in the desert of the New Lands, the haunting melodies of the fyrakists rose again under the canopy. From the unspeakable horrors witnessed by the Fyros survivors, a feeling had been born the other peoples could not yet understand. The fyrakists were convinced that they had witnessed the fulfillment of some profane prophecies anticipated by the martyrs of the mining expedition in plains of Coriolis.
The state of grace of the fyrakist community ended when Regent Leanon died. Two years after taking office, the young sharükos, Dexton, granted protection to his friend, Mabreka Cheng-Ho, who had been banned from Zoraï lands by the Great Sage Fung-Tun. The sharükos was moved by the Kamism of Revelations professed by the disciple of Hoi-Cho, who, during his exile, converted a large number of patriots to this new branch of kamism. The fyrakists took a very dim view of this mass conversion to Ma-Duk and resorted to violence in an attempt to maintain their position among the patriots. The sharükos, fearing an outbreak of violence, then decided to banish the fyrakists from the desert. Upon his order, a caravan of exiles was escorted by the Imperial Guard to the Zoraï border.
Once in the Witherings, the fyrakists had no choice but to seek asylum from the Theocracy. After conferring, the Council of the Sages answered favourably their request and settled the refugees in Jen-Lai. Several cycles passed, during which the Fyros community became part of the masked people. When a fire devastated the jungle, fyrakists were the first to point out the traders of the Empire crossing the country. Viewing it as a sign of the Great Dragon's judgment, they took up arms to defend Zoraï frontiers against the Empire. The imperial troops repeatedly tried to break through the Zoraï defences with no success. Until the day when the sharükos in person came to the borders, escorting his friend Mabreka Cheng-Ho. All the Zoraï soldiers lowered their weapons in front of the disciple of Hoi-Cho. All except the fyrakists, who still held fierce hatred against him and had to be subdued.

Liriope was racing through the jungle. She had entrust her shop to her daughter, to get to the Temple City of Jen-Laï quickly. The news spread like wildfire in Zora's districts: the young Mabreka Cheng-Ho was returning home and a peace treaty was about to be made with the Empire. "Fyrak Almighty!" swore the old Fyros, while redoubling her efforts. As she reached the gates of the Temple City, where the Fyrakists had made their home, a guard asked her: "Liriope Miko, what’s happened to you? Isn't today market day?" Catching her breath, the Fyros panted: "Mabreka Cheng-Ho has been spotted on the border! He is acclaimed by the people who see him as their new guide." The guard stared penetratingly at her and turned on his heels. No sooner had his figure disappeared than a young mask came out from behind a grove. Liriope was startled: "Nuo Tun, did you hear it all?" Nuo Tun looked gravely at the Fyros: "It's a good thing. Father's state of health keeps him away from his responsibilities. I imagine his abdication will only be a formality. However..." Nuo Tun laid a hand on the older one’s shoulder. "However, I have a favour to ask of you."
Liriope held her breath as she entered the floating buildings of the Me-Smer Order.
Recognizing a familiar face, she met a fyrakist who was crossing the hall. This one, respectful of her old age, gave her his arm and accompanied her to the archive room. As they went through the various amber cubes lockers, a rumour came from the hallway. The news of the arrival of Mabreka Cheng-Ho had reached the Order. The fyrakist went out to see what was going on, leaving the elderly Fyros unattended. Following scrupulously the indications of Nuo Tun, Liriope grabbed the most precious cubes and stepped out unnoticed. Already, soldiers of the Guild of Cho were taking over the city, arresting members of the Order.
Nuo Tun was waiting for Liriope at the gates of the city. He smiles imperceptibly as she approaches." I knew I could trust you,"he said in laconic fashion. The impassive mask of the young homin bowed as a sign of respect.

Once again in disgrace, the fyrakists experienced their first internal dissents. The moderate fyrakists, having become integrated, sometimes even to the point of becoming low-level civil servants, recognized the legitimacy of Mabreka-Cho and refused to follow the most fanatical fyrakists who left the Theocracy to sink into the Prime Roots. In these depths, the exiles discovered a Fyros city called Leron where they led a clandestine life for several years. The mystery remains about what caused the downfall of Leron but it is whispered that the Great Dragon Cult would have played a leading role.

The more they progressed under the Bark, the more the presence of the Incendiary was felt. The Karavan had long since forbidden homins to go down into the Prime Roots for fear they would draw the Dragon out of its secular sleeping. Yet Fyros had always braved this prohibition in their quest for the Dragon. Aetis was now guiding his family through increasingly obscure landscapes towards the city, which, according to his prediction, would offer them the fresh start they were longing for. It was in these depths, as close as possible to the Incendiary, that the Cult would be born again, he was convinced. By the end of a long journey, Leron finally appeared before their eyes and the gaunt features of Aetis were suddenly illuminated. His gaze met the eyes of his companions and he exclaimed "Let's greet the Dragon". A whole new life opened up to them…

At the instigation of Aetis Mekops, the Leron's fyrakist branch turned its back on the teachings of the Zoraï people to embrace an unholy destiny. They called themselves the Initiates of the Great Dragon Cult, worshipping only the Great Incendiary and going as far as sacrifice of innocent homins to hasten the advent of Fyrak. The madness that seized Aetis Mekops and other Great Dragon Cult Initiates remained unexplained, but it led them to commit many atrocities.

The purifying fire of the Great Incendiary had done his relentless work of destruction and, among the ruins of Leron, Aetis was brandishing the Book of the Dragon, symbol of the rebirth of his Cult. Galvanized by Aetis' message, the followers around him were, from now on, ready to see his ignoble designs through to the end. It was no longer time to step back. The future of the Cult was sealed. Leaving behind the ashes of their former shelter, the fanatics set out to reach their next stop. Jen-Laï would the first to pay its blood toll…

Liriope's daughter was holding herself on the doorstep beside her husband, tenderly watching their sleeping son. Turning to her mother, she smiled at her. "Take good care of him!" She had never been separated from her son before, and she was choking up as her husband was already dragging her to the exit. Liriope was proud of her daughter and son-in-law. The armour of the Dynastic Guard befitted them wonderfully. They would come back victorious from their campaign at the Knot of Dementia, she was convinced. She briefly waved at them as they headed towards the stables, and then prepared to go to bed. Lying on her bed, the dean couldn't sleep. Suddenly, the old homine shuddered. Her instinct was alerting her of a foreign presence in the apartment. As she painfully sat straight, she saw a shadow leaning over her desk. When she acknowledged the intruder, Liriope could not suppress a surprised exclamation but the shadow swooped on her at once, fast as lightning. The dean then had the dreadful impression that one was entering her mind and she lost consciousness. When she emerged from her sleep, Liriope rushed to the door of the apartment to call for help. On the threshold, her feet bumped into a child's body. The dean's mouth deformed in a scream. When Jen-Lai's initiates rushed, they found her wandering in the first glimpses of the dawn, carrying the atrociously mutilated child's body at arm's length. The child's skull had been shaved and a terrible dragon has been drawn there with his blood. The attempts to remove the dead child from his grandmother's arms was unsuccessful. Liriope had just sunk into dementia.

When I came to offer my condolences to the dean, I found her prostrate, entrenched in her inner world. Drowning in my grief, I sat beside her, hoping to thus pass my support onto her. My brother and sister-in-law were to fight the kitins at this time, totally ignorant of the tragedy that had befallen their home. Remembering the words of my master, the Curator Nuo Tun, I got up and walked towards the desk of Liriope where I cautiously opened the chest of wisdom. My master's fears were confirmed: the chest was absolutely empty. What a desecration! Only an homin familiar with our traditions could have stolen the precious documents and drawn this unholy seal on my nephew's skull. Would he then be one of us? After a last look to the elder, I left the apartment to join the building of the Archives of Jen-Laï where Nuo Tun was waiting for me. He put one hand on my shoulder silently. The Curator of Jen-Laï asked me to listen to what he had to tell me up until the end without interrupting him. Of course I granted the request of my master, but I cannot describe how difficult it was to not tell all the horror that filled me as the reasons for the tragedy affecting my family appeared to me. By Jena and Her guards the Kamis! How could such impieties be perpetrated? The true face of the Plague appeared to me then. The counterpart of all creation that creeps into every seed of life and consumes it. Would Goo's emanations be nothing but the expression of the Great Destroyer?
Fyrak reserves for us all a part of his purifying fire. When his judgment falls upon us, we must accept it because Jena's magnificent creation could not exist without a natural counterpart. I had never seen such despair on my brother's face before… Facing their son's fresh tomb, he supported his wife's collapsed body. How could they ever accept what Fyrak was imposing on them?
Two seasons elapsed before Liriope joined her grandson as closely as possible to the Kamis. The dean had gradually faded away as if her seed of life had renounced light. A dire intuition had insidiously taken hold of our small community and, as if to confirm our fears, we soon were hearing reports of a series of suspicious missings on each continent. Homins of various genders and origins seemed to have been kidnapped. We had reason to believe that some of them would endure the same fate as my nephew did. Somewhere on the Bark, one century after the Great Fire, half a century after the Great Swarming, dangerous fanatics were attempting once again to unleash the judgment of Fyrak upon hominity.
The first sign of his judgment fell upon Pyr in the shape of an invasion of kitins. Soon the wrath of Fyrak would rise under the canopy. Fortunately the nations organized themselves and the Dragon Cult was dismantled in time. But I remain convinced that a threat still looms around us, lurking in the shadow of the Goo's emanations of the Witherings…

Extract from an amber cube entitled "History of the Great Dragon Cult",
created by Jezeba Dumuzi, 2533.]]>
Chronicles Of Atys
<![CDATA[[Rumors of Atys] The slap]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/28099/1#185924 Sun, 28 Jan 2018 22:10:54 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/185924
- "Mistress, you wanted to be warned when your niece returned from her walk.
- "Well, what are you waiting for? Send her to me!" said the Royal Embalmer impatiently.

After the hasty retreat of the maid, the light footsteps of a young homina soon sounded on the staircase. Bebi stood up immediately to greet her niece. The two hominas performed graceful curtseys, then Bebi took her protege by the arm and invited her to sit by her side.

- "My dear Chiaera, Master Perinia has just written to me and he agrees to train you! If you still want to study botany, you can go and find him in the Royal Greenhouse and he will officially make you his apprentice.
- “Fila, my aunt!" replied the young noble girl immediately, with measured enthusiasm.
- "That said, do not harbour too many delusions! As I have always told you, your sole concern must be to meet a rich suitor to marry!”
- “Well, my aunt. As you wish!"

Clearing his throat, the imposing Freldo Cuirinia inclined his wide chest and gauged his daughter with a dry and aware eye.

- "We shall have to find her a pretender without delay!"

His sister seemed to share his opinion entirely. She added with a smile:

- "The young Sibre di Varello would be a good match! He will soon be Duke, like his grandfather."

A fleeting gleam passed across the amber gaze of the young Chiaera. She questioned her aunt, not without irony:

- "So then, the Count di Bottirri is no longer to your liking?"

The slap she received in response stunned her for a moment. Bebi Cuirinia was livid.

- "I do not want to hear that name under this roof again! Is that clear?”
- “So be it, my aunt."

Chiaera turned towards her father, but he went one step further:

- "Is this the way you show your gratitude to your aunt for all the effort she has put in to assure you a future worthy of your rank? Rather, prepare yourself to meet Master Perinia and let us take charge of finding you a husband!"

The young homina stood up, bowed, and left the room with catlike stealth, her eyes glaring with anger.]]>
Rumeurs D'Atys
<![CDATA[[Fyros] Imperial Institutional Organisation]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/27854/1#184716 Sun, 19 Nov 2017 18:50:28 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/184716

LEGEND 1. Advisory power • The Emperor can delegate simple decisions to it but remains the only decicison-making power • The laws apply to all patriots, therefore also to members of other institutions • akenak can request missions to the army but not impose 2. akenak is the name of the assembly • akenakos is the name of its members, but the Fyros tend tp abbreviate the term by simply saying akenak 3. Guards of the city + patrols 4. Role of research and teaching • The political institution can call on the Academy to carry out research or put its knowledge into practice in the field • The Master of a discipline is named talumetimos (teacher) • talumetin = teaching ; talumetinos = the teacher ; talumetimètos = the student ; talumetimak = the academy ; talumetimakos = the chancellor ; talumum = the library 5. Justice can judge all patriots, members of other institutions included • Only the Emperor and his family can not be judged 6. shamofirètos: The Burning Faces (temporary term not to be used yet) • Personal bodyguards of the Emperor • Obey only the Emperor • The Emperor may entrust them with special missions.

A. Lykos B. Lyan Cexius C. Ibiphan Dynix D. Dios Apotheps E. Icaphotis Dydilus F. Pimokos Lyron G. Ibiritis Ibirus H. Teaching the Imperial Law I. Craftmanship To be filled JTo be filled K. Combats, tactics To be filled • Proposal: Chair of the Sword instead of Chair of the Axe. L. Logistics, siege, morale To be filled MTo be filled N. Entomology (Kitinology) To be filled O. Aeryx Xan P. atalùchtalos = truth tellers To be filled Q. Denatys Deukos R. Formerly: Abycus Zecops To be filled

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Chronicles Of Atys
<![CDATA[[Chronicle] Echo of Dissent]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/27614/1#183749 Wed, 04 Oct 2017 21:59:03 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/183749 After the leaving of the Nobles, a young matis sneaked into the tent. His frail stature was increasing his youthful appearance.

-“ Father, you send for me ? ”
-“ Yes my son. It’s time for you to prove yourself. It is essential if you want to take my succession leading the tribe. I send you then for an undercover operation in Yrkanis. Monitor the dissident Nobles for me and try to integrate to the Kingdom. ”

The young matis had a look full of apprehension to Scrappy’s daughter whom he guessed the body in the shadows. After a brief silence he dared to speak again.

-“All right Father. My stanzas will give you information, be certain.

Rocho approved with a nod et concluded.
-“Take particularly care: nobody should suspect who you are!”

Later this night, a hooded homin left the First Deserter’s camp to go deep in the forest toward Yrkanis.


Extract from an amber cube titled “The Price of Freedom”]]>
Chronicles Of Atys
<![CDATA[​​Dialog between Supplice and Season, 2594 CA1 ​​]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/27493/1#183011 Sun, 03 Sep 2017 22:53:09 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/183011 Dialog between Supplice and Season, 2594 CA1Season comes into the room where Supplice is resting in this early winter’s morning and finds the Sage deeply meditating deep in meditation. He greets him with a calm, flat voice. His tired gesture reveals his advanced age.

-Kamia'ata, li-sen'o aribini ! (1)
-Ata'kami.

Supplice’s voice is weak and full of pain. Season seats sits next to him.

-Lu ochi kai nu, ochi ne ochi? Lu'o sokna-ito Wan Fai-Du taki tawa nu akaba. (2)
-Yui. Nu goo-le. Atys goo-le.
-Nu gan itou goo. Nu li-kai Foo-Kea'o talao akaba, su ne taki akaba. Nu li-kai Kyo'o taleng akaba, su li'boo.
-Kyo. Nu'o qi-zi kyo nu'o fuu-zi.

Supplice’s voice finishes in a whisper. A pearl of sap oozes from his mask.
Season remains silent for a moment, then, feeling the right time, resumes the discussion:-Niu ne den kai lu no. Jia den ? (3)
-Tao Sian Kwai sok...

Supplice doesn’t finish his sentence: concentrated on his meditation, he fights his inside pain inside. But the essential is has been said. Season stays for a moment on at Supplice’s side, silent, trying to share his meditation. Finally, Wan Fai-Du enters the room and prostrates three times before Season, silently. He says to his master:-Tao Sian Miko wang lu'o mizu oko kai lu ke. (4)
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Ghost Of Atys
<![CDATA[[Fyros chronicle] Correspondence of Pephosse Aerus]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/27393/1#182422 Fri, 04 Aug 2017 22:32:23 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/182422 to Melossen Aerus - Fortress of Thesos
The Tria, 22 Frutor, 4th CA 2593
oren pyr sel ûr malaka (*)

That's it, I managed to isolate myself in order to write to you. We arrived in Pyr early in the morning. The celiakos Ibiphan Dynix is participating at this very moment in a special session of the Senate. I was not allowed to know the agenda, but it must be a serious matter because a close guard was attached to us as soon as we arrived in the capital. The same treatment seems to have been reserved for all political in charge. You should see all these guards at the Imperial Palace! Between the security department and those who have been ordered to rummage each nook... I can not help thinking so many precautions are not of good omen! I will write to you as soon as I know more.

el ûr atalos, (**)
Pephosse

to Melossen Aerus - Fortress of Thesos
The Dua, 20 Pluvia, 4th CA 2593

oren pyr sel ûr malaka
I delayed to answer you because news are not good. I now know the reason for our summoning to Pyr. Abycus Zekops is dead! And that's not all. The circumstances of his death are troubling and an investigation has just been opened. As you can imagine, my stay in Pyr will linger. The Senate just appointed the celiakos Xalis Perimenix to lead operations. A strange choice when you think that he has taken his office only at the return of the second exodus. Apparently some saw him as the best chance to silence suspicions of influence threatening to sully the result of the investigations, since rumor runs that Apotheps family is making its own inquiry.
Working under the supervision of this grumpy old varinx Xalis Perimenix does not ravish me but I do not lose sight of the essentials: let the truth be fully made on this matter as soon as possible!My first task was to transcribe the testimony of several other officials. I did not really expect to go on the field, but, far from that, having to listen to Xalis reviewing the schedules of all the penpushers at work that day... For the moment only the audition of Xinna Cekaps was worthy of interest. Xalis questioned her about a letter found by the guards at her brother's.
The mystery seems to thicken a little more with each new testimony. At this rate, we are not close to solve the case! Of course Abycus had enemies! Which celiakos has not? But then being assassinated... at his age... and within the walls of the Palace! Something in this story does not make sense...
Are you sure you want to apply for the Senate? I had almost forgot what a kitin's lair it was. This poor Abycus hardly dead, some are already trying to take advantage of the circumstances to gain influence. This old climber Xalis Perimenix is really impossible. It remains to hope that his tenacity will lead us to answers!

el ûr atalos,
Pephosse

to Melossen Aerus - Fortress of Thesos
The Quarta, 16 Germinally, 1st CA 2594

oren pyr sel ûr malaka

ney of course I expressed my condolences to Dios Apotheps. This was not easy, given Lykos confined them to the palace, she and her sister, for their protection. I barely had not to get a form filled out to meet them. Me, a friend of the family!
However, since he learned it, Xalis Perimenix refuses that I continue to assist him. He challenged my fairness, and blamed me for not recusing myself earlier. The perfidious hypocrite! He just tries to lessen the influence of Dios, by dismissing her declared supports. I'm sure he already pictures himself occupying Abycus' office. I will be forced to follow the case from afar, from now on. The next depositions will be those of Dios and the celiakos Graphybus Ceros. Graphybus is a former soldier. It is said of him that he never takes part in a battle he is not certain of winning. If you want my opinion, you would have better not to neglect him. Abycus could always count on his support.
I almost forgot: before this unfortunate incident with Xalis, I was able to hear the sharükos addressing the Senate. He instructed Judge Aeryx Xan to start the public hearings as soon as possible. He also came back to the arrest of Euracus Cethus by the Karavan. In case you do not know, and you should know, he is a former celiakos who had sided the traitors on Atreus' payroll. He should have a bad time: the Karavan suspect him of being a Trytonist! The sharükos addressed a personal request for him to be entrusted to the Imperial Authorities in order to be audited in connection with the investigation of Abycus' death. The celiakos, on the other hand, were careful not to question the sharükos about the interest of the Karavan in meeting his wish.
I still saved good news for last: Xalis just returned from a field investigation with patriots and they found the daughter of Dios and Abycus.
You know, what happened makes me wonder about some of my choices. Abycus dedicated his life to the sharük and his task cost him so much! When I think about his daughter who will never have the chance to see him again, I can not help but think of you. Maybe it's time for me to retire, what do you think?

el ûr atalos,
Pephosse

[OOC]
(*) oren pyr sel ûr malaka = Hello my child
(**) el ûr atalos, = Your grandmother,
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Chronicles Of Atys
<![CDATA[[Matis] Floral Fragrances of Mourning]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/27159/1#181298 Sun, 25 Jun 2017 20:08:18 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/181298
The exceptional warmth of this Thermis month didn’t seem to disturb her much although she was wearing a long funeral dress that was girding her chest and falling around her in a silky drape. The young noble walked in her wavy purple dress, followed by an old maid her arms full of flowers and a cohort of obsequious with modest attires. Some of them tried to attract her attention by making a deep reverence or telling a vibrant “My respects, Filirae Xytis!” without getting more than a slight nod in reply.

Near the Yrkanis great gate, beauty left the intruders which broke up with a slight rumbling, as an izam’s flight full of bright colors. Her maid had a look at them a while before following her suit toward cemetery. A burial had been recently dug there according to the dark bank overlaying it, strongly contrasting with the surrounding bark covered by moss and other micro-vegetation.

- You can put the flowers here, Nine.
- Alright, Filirae.

As she was arranging the different bouquets on the recent grave, the old servant noticed her mistress touching the little stele marking the place. After observing a respectfully moment of silence, she dared to ask the burning question.

- Excuse me Filirae but … who is resting here ?
- A Fyros who was serving my family for a long time. The announcement of her death had been such a shock! My father thought doing right by engaging you immediately to replace her. In another circumstances, I would have welcome you warmer, but… to be honest, I’m missing her so much!
- The counsellor Xytis didn’t tell me anything about that. Please accept my condolences! exclaimed the maid, confused.
After a moment of silence, she dared to add:
- Are you sure that coming on the grave of a servant is conform to your rank? Don’t you fear the gossip?
The young noble smiled, mocking.
- It has been a long time since I don’t pay attention to these kind of gossip… You know, Nine, even if my father is a royal counsellor, much see him only as a kterhos. My mother had to face the all court disapproving looks when she chose to marry him. Even her friends turned their back… However, she has never regretted her choice. As she uses to say, only the nobility of the heart is important!

The servant thought that this kind of witticism was the privilege of whom had too much enjoyed the living in the court’s prerogatives. But she rapidly wiped this thought away and answered with deference.

- Your mother is a model of uprightness and dignity, Filirae! Only thought that everybody doesn’t share her opinion…
- Do me a favor and stop worrying about my reputation! If you have known someone all your life, is there something more natural than paying her a last tribute? Servant or not, she was a member of my Family, as you are from now on! Wouldn’t you like that I come to deck your grave with flowers, when Jena will call you back to her?

Nine Ginti remained silent. Without knowing, her young mistress had deeply hurt her feelings by reminding her that the only funerals she could aspire will be the ones of a common servant. She, the last member of the noble Family Ginti, the childhood friend of Lea Lenardi, will lay under the cemetery humus with all the others anonymous that history will not remind. Looking up to the top of the capital, irrigated by the immortal sap of it’s noble heroes, she restrained her tears and put a smile of circumstance on her face.

- You’re too kind, Filirae!]]>
Rumeurs D'Atys
<![CDATA[[Matis chronicle] Crossroads]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/26830/1#179253 Tue, 28 Mar 2017 21:41:56 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/179253
– My friend, your solicitude touches me. I also learned about your grandfather's health and I hope he regains his strength. At any rate, I assured your aunt that you would be back in Aeden Aqueous in time for her wedding. Please do what is necessary.
– Yem Karan, I ask you to reconsider your decision, please. My place is,, more than ever, at your side.
– Cease, Kellen. I will not change my mind. Your advice has been very valuable to me in recent years, but it is time for you to attend to your family obligations.
– Lor. I will make it my duty to follow your will, Yem Karan. Rest assured that I will never cease to work for the rapprochement of our peoples.
– Laye Mai, I expected nothing less from you, Kellen. You may leave now. Let me know when you are ready to depart. I intend to entrust you with a wedding present for your aunt.

After the usual reverence, Kellen Codgan eased away, unable to conceal his disappointment.
Stevano-Karan, gravely watched him leave the room. The reasons that he had attached to himself the services of a member of one of the most illustrious Tryker families were his own, but he was now certain that Kellen would be of greater assistance to his family than to the Court of the Verdant Heights.

He once more contemplated Locian Wyler's letter. Kellen's aunt reminded Stevano of his own mother. Both were daughters of murdered heroes. Both were holders of great responsibility. Both were ready to do anything for their family. Kellen had no idea how much he still had to learn from Locian.

M.X. Royal Chronicler


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<![CDATA[[OOC] Lore F.A.Q]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/26762/1#178923 Wed, 15 Mar 2017 21:06:39 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/178923 Reproduction, gestation and childhoodQ: Are there children on Atys ? Why can’t we see them ?
A: Yes, the homins do reproduce and have children. They are not visible in game because the 3D models don’t exist for the moment.

Q: How long is a pregnancy on Atys ?
A: The average gestation lasts three Atysian cycles, or thirty-six Atysian months.
This duration corresponds to three quarters of a Jena year. Three Atysian cycles last about 54 days IRL.

Q: Is there some profession specialized in supervision of pregnancy and delivery ?
A: Yes. The pregnant hominas have access to these services unless they find themselves isolated, far from cities.

Q: What about half-caste children ? Is there a rule ?
A: Concerning this, there is a probability rule that players can use to determine the race of a half-caste child to come :
A child from a Zoraï parent and a Matis one has nine chances out of ten to be a Matis versus one out of ten to be a Zoraï.
A child from a Tryker parent and a Matis one has a six out of seven chance to be a Matis versus one out of seven to be a Tryker.
A child from a Zoraï parent and a Fyros one has a six out of seven chance to be a Fyros versus one out of seven to be a Zoraï.
A child from a Fyros parent and a Matis one has a four out of five chance to be a Matis versus one out of five to be a Fyros.
A child from a Zoraï parent and a Tryker one has a four out of five chance to be a Tryker versus one out of five to be a Zoraï.
A child from a Fyros parent and a Tryker one has a four out of five chance to be a Fyros versus one out of five to be a Tryker.

Q: Are the children going to school ?
A: Yes, in all fyros, matis and zoraï cities, children have a common education. Zoraï schools are under the authority of the Temple of Knowledge. Fyros schools are dependent on the Imperial Academy. Matis schools are managed by the Royal College. On the other hand, the Trykers don't have any formal school and children's education is provided by their family or possibly by a mentor.

Q: Do Zoraï children have a mask ?
A: No. They only gain their mask during their adoption ceremony which marks their transition to adulthood. This rite doesn’t occur at a fixed age. Some Zoraï children are ready earlier than others.

Q: At what age is the onset of puberty ?
A: The age at which a child goes through puberty and changes to become an adult varies from one individual to another.

Q: Does menopause exist on Atys ? At what age does it happen ?
A: Menopause (and andropause) exist but may occur more or less early varying from one individual to another.

Q: What about the fertility cycle for hominas ?
A: The fertility cycle doesn’t occur monthly but on a seasonal cycle. There are then 16 fertility cycles during a Jena’s year (as there is four seasons for each of the four atysian cycles of a Jena’s year).

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<![CDATA[[Matis] Winter flowers]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/24743/2#168108 Thu, 07 Apr 2016 20:41:55 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/168108 Memoirs of Gidi Antobi, lady in waiting of the Karae Lea – 2nd AC 2586
Memory is strange. One remembers fleeting moments, feelings and images so brief that they could have never existed, and yet they affect more deeply than the dreadful whirlwind of the Swarm.

I don’t remember the day when I encountered Karae Lea Lenardi. Oh, I can rebuild the memory: the throne room, my mother’s anxiety as she was turning around me like an izam putting the final touch to its nest, the humming of all the gathered Nobles… But these are images, sounds, that I’m reassembling from other moments pulled from my memory.
On the other hand I remember precisely the first time I’ve seen my Karae smile. Her face lit up as if brushed by the very hand of Jena, and I knew at that exact moment that I would serve her until the day when I’ll join the Goddess. I just have to close my eyes for that recollection to illuminate the darkness of my memory, and for this feeling to heat again my old bones.
Yes, that moment will live in me forever.

Memory is very strange indeed. I felt I lived that time again yesterday.

Karae Lea was welcoming Nine Ginti, an old friend of hers, an homina who had been close to her but who she hadn’t seen for a many years of Jena.
I had said nothing to the Karae, but I know that the Karan has given strict orders to the guards who escorted her to the Palace: it is said that this Nine Ginti spent years with the Dryads and everyone knows that the Ancient Dryads are crazy. The most foolish rumors have gone around about how she escaped them with the help of Nobles and the Master of Arms, but I don’t believe all those fantastic stories; they're only good for astounding the people in the taverns.

However there’s no doubt that Na-Karan takes the safety of his mother at heart. I’ll obey him without a single hesitation should that homina attempt anything against my Karae, even if it cost my life.

It’s really not up to me to judge, but how drab that homina looked when she arrived at the door of my Karae’s quarters. Even if there isn’t much light entering it any more, nor many people, it was obvious that her outfit was of the crudest. She was standing there, at the doorstep, clutching against her bosom this chest that seemed to completely occupy her arms, and blinking like a drunken Tryker.
Finally, she entered and I lead her into the room where my Karae is spending most of her time.

I announced her, without any title since she has none, and she entered the room. That’s when it happened. My Karae, who can remain motionless for hours, looking at a scenery only she can see, mind lost on paths where I cannot accompany her… My Karae stiffened and her eyes lit up in a way I hadn’t seen for much too long. At that moment, I couldn’t say which emotion was moving her suddenly in this way, but I’ve felt myself something like a strange heat, and maybe even some hope, at seeing her coming back to life at last.

Nine Ginti, of course, hadn’t noticed a thing. She hesitated a bit, tried to curtsey, almost let the chest fall… Finally , she just stand rooted there, wondering what to do.
My Karae ended up motioning her to approach, calling her with her surname. And the visitor answered, calling her “Lea”! I almost exploded on the spot, but controlled myself, and I made sure that she took a seat far enough from Karae Lea’s chair.
It’s when she put the chest on the ground that I understood: it was triumph in the eyes of my Karae. Because she had finally recovered what none other had brought before her: the knowledge of her father, the Architect of Life, the great Bravichi Lenardi.

The rest of the visit was mostly of no interest.
Nine Ginti told her story from the time when she and my Karae met for the last time. I suspect she didn’t say everything, especially regarding how she managed for her mother to entrust her with the chest, and also about the reasons that led her to the Ancient Dryads. She especially insisted on the fact that she was bringing the chest back, as the Karae had asked her. I would have gladly pointed out to her that it had taken her a lot more time than needed, even if she had been crawling the whole way from the Grove to Yrkanis, but the Karae Lea just listened to her and thanked her for taking so many chances for her.
She finally finished and went away, leaving the chest of course.

Jena knows that I don’t have any trust in that homina. But when I went back to my Karae’s room, she was holding the chest on her knees and stroking it slowly. She was smiling with this smile that only she wears, that bears a reflection of the Goddess light.

She has asked me not to judge Nine too harshly, and I’ll obey. Because she’s my Karae. And because her old friend brought her back her smile.
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<![CDATA[Melkiar the Black Varinx]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/23926/2#166152 Sat, 06 Feb 2016 02:26:25 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/166152 Nehrie <![CDATA[My father's glory]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/24287/1#165270 Wed, 13 Jan 2016 23:17:10 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/165270 Excerpt of « sel ûr atalbem ûr selak – My father's glory » by Pylos Cetheus - 2502


My name is Pylos Cetheus, son of Galeus. Like my father and my father’s father I spent my early working life as a miner. When I was but a lad of thirteen I spent two full years of my apprenticeship under my father who was in charge of excavation in the Prime Roots with the Company of Lenardi Bravichi, the great Matis artisan, whose ignorance is the source of my life’s torment.


I was with my father digging out a new chamber of curiously symetrical dimensions when he discovered an artifact. In fact, it was I who hit upon the strange-sounding object first with my pick. My father was at my side even before I thought to call on him, for it was a sound he instantly recognized from his mining in the ancient lands where many artifacts had been discovered under his charge. Only this one looked in excellent condition and at least ten times bigger than any fragments discovered before!


My father informed Lenardi of the fantastic discovery, but Lenardi was too bent on his aesthetic creations and was not the homin to give it the attention it deserved. Nevertheless, my father persuaded him to give him twenty four hours to uncover a portion of the surface. We worked all night through, carefully excavating and brushing the debris away so as not to spoil a single inch of the inscriptions. By morning we had uncovered about ten square feet and were gladdened by the thought that the inscriptions alone would provoke enough interest to allow us to go on.
Here's the drawing my father made from it:




But Bravichi considered it a mere whim of nature and maintained that keen fancy often leads one to see the most amazing features in the most run-of-the-mill objects. To uphold his argument he recalled a time when he came across some roots of an evening whose silhouette seen from a certain angle took the exact form of a mektoub drooping its trunk, and a tuber that looked exactly like a baldusa. The whole company laughed, for Bravichi, true to his race, was an excellent orator, which my father was not. A verdict was pronounced: the consensus was that we should not lose any more precious time, that we should forge ahead with the present conversion to alleviate the cramped conditions, as homins were arriving from the kitin ravaged lands even as we spoke.


Dally Baily, the Tryker craft master, sent in his team to install the ventilation system vital for the stability of the walls as well as the new floral installations. But a clumsy fat Tryker laborer stumbled and made Dally Baily walk on a panel that my father had specifically ordered not to be touched, and which he had paid particular attention to. The Tryker master had his foot clean through the panel, and was badly gashed by the incredible cutting properties of the broken material. He was taken to the Zoraï healers who soothed his anguish and later cut his leg off! While he was being lifted out I saw my father look in wonder at something that had caught his eye in the hollow made by the fall, he discreetly directed my eyes with a sign to keep it under my cap.


There were bones, embedded in the side of the hollow that continued under the cavern wall, not just any bones, but a complete skeleton not unlike to the Fyros in stature! I remember how vexed and frustrated he was on getting home to our quarters and describing the vote against him to my mother. He told her he was going in that night anyway to get to the bottom of it, despite the usual Zoraï foreboding. My mother gently tried to calm his nerves as only she knew how, saying he was always thinking of his work, never of romantic thoughts and his family.


Late during the night while everyone else was asleep I opened my eyes to my father tussling my hair : “Up you get, lumper! The greatest discovery of hominkind is about to put the Cetheus’ in the Chroniclers’ books” We took up our tools and set off to the site. I knew my dad had hardly slept for he had brought with him a plan that he had been working on, a plan that brought together his other discoveries into some kind of logic, now incorporating our discovery.


We carefully dug into the wall and slowly but surely we began to uncover not one but several skeletons seemingly set in a fetus position, no doubt a burial ritual of the epoch. Around their necks we uncovered a ceremonial necklace made of a hard shiny substance with the same engraved symbol! This was all we needed to persuade the chiefs to stop the works and uncover the rest of such an important discovery which, no doubt, would give us answers about past civilizations of Atys. It was my father’s theory that all homins had a common ancestor. But then disaster struck…


I had kept excavating while my father was frantically taking down notes and sketches when I struck upon a hollow in the side of the wall. I heard a horrible crack coming from within, my father looked up in horror and understood what was happening… He threw down his pad and picked me up with his huge hands and literally threw me across the room to the doorway.


There was an awful rumbling, and the last thing I saw was my father reaching for the necklace when the whole wall crumbled and the ceiling collapsed on top of him. I desperately reached out for him when I realized I was being held back by two Trykers who dragged me out of the chamber and probably saved my life.


I was too young for my words to have any sway on Bravichi’s proud ignorance, which I shall regret to the end of my days. I wanted so much for my father’s genius to be recognized and I felt I owed it to him to recover the proof. Sadly, the Prime Roots Shelters were sealed by the Karavan after the Resurfacing and the fresh beginning for the homins in the new lands began. I feel my own end coming nearer. I cannot join him in his last home, but I would so much like to see the proof again that would redeem my father's memory.]]>
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<![CDATA[The power of the father]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/23815/1#161837 Sat, 10 Oct 2015 15:07:48 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/161837 The power of the father

Stevano-Karan (*) pacing his apartment floor. His hands crossed behind his back, lips pursed in anger, his brow furrowed in annoyance, the ruler of Verdant Heights was absolutely furious. The loud crack of his boots echoed through the room, a threatening echo in the silence of the room.

Dignified and still, more pale than ever, Karae Tamiela had the strange impression that the rhythm of her heart matched the ruthless snapping of her husband's boots. And when he stopped three feet from her, with his piercing cold eyes, she thought she felt her heart stop.

"By the grace of Jena, how could you do this to me? Roared Karan.
Tamiela cautiously looked down. 
-And the royal child that you carry within you, you only considered yourself in undertaking this crazy trip? And if those infamous Marauders had captured you? And if the baby was killed, even before knowing the light of Jena? " 
Tamiela said nothing, and instinctively putting her hands on her belly as if to protect her baby from bad luck. 
"You should have told me before. I have forbidden you to leave the Kingdom, for his sake." The Karan sighed. 
"You have new responsibilities now. Take care of yourself, Miela, and take care of him."
 
Tamiela looked up, watching her husband, a tear formed in her eyes. "Sil (**) Stevano, I will. I ... I wanted so much to take this wonderful journey before being again confined to small walks around the palace! I felt so proud and invulnerable with this new life in me! I did not think for a moment about the dangers ... What had I to fear surrounded by my escort?
 
Seeing his wife suddenly so fragile, Stevano felt his anger dissipate and he could not help but to smile, thinking she was going to give him a second heir. Because of course, it would be a son!
 
(*) Karan: King, Matis language.
(**) Sil: yes, in Matis language.]]>
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<![CDATA[From ember, comes the flame]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/23704/1#161177 Sat, 26 Sep 2015 19:45:02 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/161177 From ember, comes the flame

For a brief moment, I found myself facing the Emperor Dexton.

We were working in the imperial office, celiakos Lyan Cexius, Ibiphan Dynix, Dios Apotheps and myself, one of his closest advisors. Lykos, Emperor of the Burning Desert, stood before us. The intensity of his smoldering gaze was equal only to the force of his voice as he paced behind his imposing carved wooden desk. The ground, silent witness of a recent chaotic scene was littered with a bulk of various documents and objects.

A slight rustling of robes caught my eye, and I saw Plenatheus Ibidos, the young scribe of the Emperor, who bewildered by this unusual luster, had prudently walked a few steps back to take refuge in the shadows.

And there, suddenly, I smiled.

I had lived this scene so often in the past! The late Emperor Dexton had the same look, flaming and explosive in the same way when something important displeased him. But it never lasted, and always a decision marked of the four pillars appeared soon after. Lykos, acting as his father once, finally came, paradoxically, out of his shadow, and I had been lucky to witness the scene.

Those were the facts. The Empire was wrong, the Atreus case had divided Patriots and the Emperor himself had been betrayed by his own. He responded with mercy, but his outstretched hand had been rejected. The enemies of the Empire no longer hesitate to come to mock up the doors of the Great Pyr. It was not the time for speeches nor compromises anymore. It was time for determination and action.

Lykos made a clean sweep of the past, as he had done a clean sweep on his desk moments before. Any hesitation disappeared from his eyes and his voice. Determined, confident. A great Emperor.

He summoned Denathus Deukos, current Burning Lieutenant of the Imperial Guild of the Burned Faces, in whom he had confidence, and he appointed him as the new Ardent Master. He was then given a unique atysien month after the official induction ceremony, to be held the next day, to reorganize his guild and bring it back to its maximum efficiency.

Lykos took charge of the political structure of the imperial cities. The ancestral method of electing akenak, known as the "The vote of the dagger", became unmanageable on the ground, because of the lack of candidates and lack of electoral enthusiasm among the Patriots. There was only one akenak left  in Dyron, one in Pyr and none Thesos. The reason was simple: files were gathering dust because of a slow decision system. The Imperial cities had entered stagnation because of administrative delays, and the whole Empire seemed to have gone into hibernation. This couldn't last. A simplification of the system was needed.

As for Thesos ... Ah! Thesos ... The city that was both my pride and despair ... I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling dizzy, thinking back to the pillars outraged by so many Thesos Patriots. Why had I not been able to see the disaster coming? Why could I not keep intact the four pillars in my city? I felt old for a moment... as if Atreus had taken some of the vitality that I once had.

I felt the fiery eyes of sharükos on me. Opening my eyes, I straightened up, almost unconsciously smoothing the folds of my celiakos robe. I felt, reborn in me, a new strength. His strength. As I turned, I was ready to face the future.

The Emperor conversed with us, calmly, without detours or false pretenses. He listened to us, we shared with him the proposals of the Senate. And he decided.

Lykos went to his scribe and dictated decrees. In an emergency, we needed urgent solutions. The first decree detailed the new system for choosing akenak and akenos, and the responsibilities incumbent on sharükos new representatives in the cities. The second, exceptional and temporary, politically sanctioned the passive, or active, complicity of a part of the inhabitants of Thesos in the  Atreus case. It was up to them to gain the Emperor's trust again. You do not mess with the four pillars.

A few weeks later, the two Imperial decrees were published in every city of the Burning Desert.


From "Inside the Imperial Power"
written by celiakos Abycus Zecops, 4th AC, 2584]]>
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<![CDATA[Where Wedding is Synonymous with Challenge]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/22743/2#156172 Mon, 18 May 2015 01:20:57 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/156172 Bones <![CDATA[The torments of a queen (part 4)]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/22776/1#155049 Thu, 23 Apr 2015 23:48:20 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/155049 Correspondence between Tridi Lillo and her son, made public in 2582, in which the few copies were very quickly confiscated. Nonetheless, the publication had been copied and several amber cubes still circulate within the Kingdom, including this one.

Letter dated Germinally 2, 3rd AC 2518

My dear son,

Have you ever heard of the chest of Bravichi Lenardi, the father of the Karae?

History notes that all the knowledge of Bravichi is forever lost. Can you imagine? He died on a pyre, not because he was a heretic, but rather because he supported Yrkanis. Obviously, helping Yrkanis to run out the Kingdom and saving him narrowly from a murder ordered by Jinovitch was not out of this.

All his work was publicly burned. To not keep the least memory from what a heretic wrote, that could take the heat of Jena. What an era! Divert in such a way divine will for man's own glory! Jinovitch's end was predictable, the Goddess could not tolerate such abuse eternally...

Whatever, Bravichi Lenardi succeeded in preserving the main amber cubes containing his knowledge. Karae Lea herself said that to me, saying that her father confessed to her, very near before his arrest, that he left a box to a "person of confidence".

I think that the Karae will never recover from what she considers as a betrayal from her father.  Who was this person in who he has got more confidence than her? Why didn't he entrust this so precious trunk to her, his daughter? Is it really to protect her, as he said? Was it Yrkanis? Was it somebody she knew, and who continues to bow down in front of her, as if nothing happened? And what, if the knowledge of her father was hidden out of the Kingdom? One of the tracks she followed secretly led her to the Empire, can you imagine?

My son, the Karae is young and her pregnancy is rather near to term, but, despite of that, look how determinate she is in going on in her quest of this box! I have the chance to serve a great Queen. Her presence, her authority, the art in which she drives a large-scale investigation, without anybody else from her relatives to know it - even not the Karan - all that proves it.

My son, one more time I forget my duties about you. How are you? You said in you last letter, that your superiors think about a promotion for you. How is it? Do I have the benefit, without knowing it, to be the mother of a Lieutenant of our armies? I can't wait to read you to know more!

May the Goddess look after you, my son. And may she give me the pleasure to see you again soon.

Jena Aiye, 

Your mother,

Tridi Lillo

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<![CDATA[The torments of a queen (part 3)]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/22772/1#155016 Wed, 22 Apr 2015 23:32:19 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/155016 Correspondence between Tridi Lillo and her son, made public in 2582, in which the few copies were very quickly confiscated. Nonetheless, the publication had been copied and several amber cubes still circulate within the Kingdom, including this one.

Letter dated Pluvia 13, 2nd AC 2518

My beloved son,

Your guardian has already explained to you the reasons of the wedding between the Karan Yrkanis and the Karae Lea. But I doubt that you know the underlying reasons for this, therefore I'll try to explain them to you.

Lea Lenardi's father, the illustrious botanist Bravichi Lenardi , creator of the famous Green Wall in the Fleeting Garden, didn't have the good luck to have a son. Now, of what use would it have been to pass on his knowledge to his daughter when only males should have the power?

Now, it happened that the Karan Yasson charged the tutelage of the Karin Yrkanis to Bravichi, to ensure the heir of the throne would benefit from his erudition. Imagine the botanist's joy! The Mother hadn't given him a son, but Yasson had entrusted him with his! It is with a limitless enthusiasm that Bravichi Lenardi  brought up the young Karin. And soon, he loved him as his own son.

Of course, Lea still held her father's love, but no matter what she did, she still remained a mere girl. To her eyes, Yrkanis was stealing her father from her, and no prayer to Jena could dispel her torments.

King Yasson and his botanical architect, Bravichi Lenardi, decided upon the future union of their respective children. This promised alliance delighted Bravichi's heart, because his two favorite children would unite. True, he hadn't sired a King but, through his daughter, this gap would be filled. He would at last be recognized, and his power emerged greater from this.

Years later, after Yrkanis had ascended the throne, the wedding was celebrated. Yasson and Bravichi had both joined the Light of Jena by then but, by marrying before Jena, their children had obeyed their wills.

By the Goddess, I'm taken away in this long explanation and I forget to ask after you, my son! May you pardon your mother and deign nonetheless answer this humble letter.

Jena Aiye,

Your mother,

Tridi Lillo


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<![CDATA[The torments of a queen (part 2)]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/22766/1#154972 Wed, 22 Apr 2015 00:11:02 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/154972 Correspondence between Tridi Lillo and her son, made public in 2582, in which the few copies were very quickly confiscated. Nonetheless, the publication had been copied and several amber cubes still circulate within the Kingdom, including this one.

Letter dated from Medis 27, 1er CA 2518

My dear son,

I'm very happy to hear of your new position ! By Jena, you, so young and yet sublieutenant ! One, day, I'm sure, you will be telling me that you're promoted to  General of our armies.

Here at the palace, life rolls along. The Jinovitch era seems already so far off, but the tyrant died only four years ago. Time eases the spirit, like Jena's tears falling from the sky.

Howerver, there is still one troubled soul here; a person that I hear scream at night from my nice room, and that I have difficulty calming down. It's the Karae herself. She often wakes up with a start, sweating, wide eyed, seeing again that nightmarish vision: her father, the great botanist Bravichi Lenardi, being burned alive on a pyre.

I pray to the Goddess that the coming royal birth calms down the torments of the Karae. Son, I know that it's difficult to believe me when you see the self-confidence she has in front of everybody. However, it's the truth. 

I send you all my love with this letter, my beloved son.

Jena Aiye,

Your mother, proud of you,

Tridi Lillo


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<![CDATA[The torments of a queen (part 1)]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/22752/1#154903 Mon, 20 Apr 2015 23:38:55 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/154903 Correspondence between Tridi Lillo and her son, made public in 2582, in which the few copies were very quickly confiscated. Nonetheless, the publication had been copied and several amber cubes still circulate within the Kingdom, including this one.

Letter dated Nivia 10, 2nd AC 2517

My beloved son,

I'm writing you from the Royal Palace where, as you know, I'm now living since I've occupied the honored rank of Lady in Waiting to the Karae Lea. Here I have the privilege to encounter many influential homins. Each day spent in the royal residence slightly advances the reputation of our lineage within the High Court.

The Karae, the young wife blessed by Jena, appears to be a homin of great beauty. But what is most impressive is the strength of character that emanates from her, surrounding her with an almost divine halo, inspiring both respect and admiration. I hope one day you will have the privilege to approach her, my son. Then, you'll understand the meaning of my words.

I hope this letter finds you in good health and that you prosper in the art of weapon training. Do not forget to recite your prayers to the Goddess Jena, asking her to fix Her eyes upon you and flood you with Her benevolent Light, conveying to you all my maternal love.

Your beloved mother,

Tridi Lillo

[OOC] http://en.wiki.ryzom.com/wiki/The_torments_of_a_queen [/OOC]]]>
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<![CDATA[Resurrection]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/19439/1#131229 Mon, 24 Feb 2014 12:02:01 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/131229
Resurrection

The phenomenon known as "resurrection" is now a part of the everyday life of homins, and especially of the ones who venture far away from the cities. It is a service provided by the Powers, the Karavan and the Kamis, only to hominkind.

Their help on this benefit is to all homins, whether they are loyal to the Karavan or to the Kamis, whether they are sovereigns or villains, everyone may be called back from the brink of death and revived by one of the two Powers. It has recently been proven that Marauders themselves benefit from this service, without it yet being known which of the Powers raises up these landless warriors.

The word "resurrection," although commonly used, seems a bit improper since the process does not truly revive a body that life has left. In fact it only allows a homin in a deep comatose state, considered as dead by some, to be restored.

Whether through the Karavan or the Kami, the "resurrection" allows an  injured, dying, or considered by his companions as dead homin, to be  removed from the place where he fell and to be treated intensively while  being teleported to a place of revival.

Some of the most distinguished homin scholars believe that the resurrection done by the Powers, and especially the one offered by the Kamis, could be linked with a healing spell, such as the ones that homin mages use, but much more powerful, with the ability to repair damage that should normally be fatal. Nevertheless, this treatment is not without consequence, and given Homin physiology this almost invariably produces disorders of memory and learning during the following days. In order to counter this involuntary effect, the Powers lend a strong hand to their most loyal servants by means of accepting offerings for magical pacts which sharpen theirs skills until the effect has worn off.

Nonetheless, resurrection can heal tissues or bones only if they have suffered a violent trauma; to this day, neither the Karavan nor the Kamis have ever demonstrated the ability to reverse or stop aging or disease. It also seems powerless to cure damage produced by Goo, and examples of documented and reviewable cases are rare. Sage Sorrow is the most well-known case of Homin contamination by Goo.

However, despite the protection granted by the Karavan and the Kamis, it appears that resurrection has some limitations. In the case where damage is caused by too many or too violent injuries, it may happen that the Powers cannot restore the injured homin. Some scholars have also pointed out the vulnerability of the Life Seed and have started a long list of wounded homins never revived by the Kamis nor the Karavan. Whatever the reason, many homins in our recent history have not been resurrected by the Powers; among them can be found several leaders and soldiers, as well as the more humble hawker, the adventurous scholar, or the careless botanist.

Tao Sian, Dynastic Healer, "Treatise on Resurrection" 2572.

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<![CDATA[[Lore] Free Trade Agreement of 2516]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/18644/1#124663 Sat, 16 Nov 2013 20:18:04 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/124663 Free Trade Agreement of 2516

In the month of Mystia of the second cycle of the Jena year of 2516, a summit was called to launch a Free Trade Agreement (FTA).

The aim of the FTA was to bring down racial and territorial barriers throughout the New Lands and create a synergy among hominkind to enable the four civilizations to continue their growth. It therefore proved to be a solid foundation for building future prosperity as well as interracial understanding.

The agreement grants crafters and merchants of every nation the right to operate in serenity on an international scale independent of divergences in religious beliefs and practices.

The FTA being signed at Hoï-Cho was significant in that it marked a turning point in Zoraï history and their shedding the protectionist precepts of their forefathers. The FTA entered into force on the 1st of Winderly in the 3rd cycle of 2516, and reads as follows:

Preamble  
Representatives of the four peoples that constitute the homin race,  

Desiring to promote international exchanges and promote race relations,

Recognizing the need for strong bonds of friendship across the homin nations,

Believing in the necessity of competitive markets to bring innovation, growth and improvement,  

Believing fair commercial competition improves quality and raises standards of living,

Desiring to strengthen homin development in the face of natural adversity,

Recognizing a need to establish a network of secured intercontinental trade routes,

Recognizing the necessity to establish a base pricing system to allow homins at greater liberty in comparing items,

Appreciating the need for the exchange of techniques to better the homin chances of progress as a whole,  

Have come together to agree on the following points :   

Article 1 : Establishment of Free Trade zone
1.1 The parties affirm their equal rights to buy and sell throughout the new territories of the desert, lake lands, forest and jungle, which henceforth become a free trade zone
1.2 Merchants shall respect the law of the land
1.3 The parties shall ensure that the necessary measures are taken to maintain and secure trade routes for easy safe travel

Article 2 : The fixing of rates  
2.1 A trade pool shall be established on each continent whereby all homins may propose their crafts and wares  
2.2 A minimum price shall be established for items placed in a pool.  
2.3 A common retail price shall be established within each pool to ensure an equitable system of commerce

Article 3 : Rules of Origin
3.1 No member shall tolerate the trade of products detrimental to another state or to the environment
3.2 Goo-based products shall be strictly prohibited and each state shall make every effort to dissuade its trade and transport
3.3 Every manufactured article shall bear the name or mark of its state of origin

Article 4 : Customs and duties
4.1 No signatory member state of the FTA shall raise tariffs independently or adopt any customs duty on goods travelling in or out of the territory
4.2 No signatory member state of the FTA may grant exclusive trade rights to another member nation nor prejudice the rights of another member
4.3 Each member state shall eliminate barriers, turnpikes to facilitate cross-border movement of homins and goods
4.4 Each member state shall grant temporary admission to goods free of duty

Article 5 : The Commission  
The Free Trade Commission is set up to oversee the proper execution of the FTA. This Commission is headed by two members of each race from the following professional guilds : the Carriers (Zoraï), Trail Blazers (Fyros), Free Merchants (Matis), Hawkers (Tryker). Presidency shall be passed on every Atysian cycle on the first day of Winderly. The first presidency shall be held by the Zoraïs.
The Commission shall:
5.1 supervise and implement this agreement;
5.2 oversee its further elaboration;
5.3 seek to settle individual disputes and claims and facilitate trade relations;
5.4 meet at least once a year and maintain correspondence at least once a month
and preserve race relations;
5.5 impose fines on homins in breach of the agreement]]>
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<![CDATA[Teleportation Sickness]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/17818/1#119100 Sun, 18 Aug 2013 22:45:35 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/119100
Standing still, the mektoub was patiently waiting. It knew from experience just how long its mistress could remain in this place, almost motionless, letting only a sweet melody with soothing powers slip through her lips.
As I watched the mount, lulled by the Zoraï's chant, I too was half hypnotized by the surreal lights sparking from the magnificent white and orange temple interwined with harmonious roots, whose delicate and majestic summit seemed to reach for the sky.
It was the first of the Dynastic Healer's outings since her bed confinement a few weeks before and Tao Sian took advantage of the nice spring morning during the second cycle of Folially of the year 2574, to walk to Zora's temple. I, her young scribe, took care in escorting her and quietly watched her in her still fragile health. As I sat there, not far from her mount, dozing off to the wispering of her gentle voice...

"Ochi Kami no!" The male voice startled me!

Opening my eyes I saw a tall figure, coming from I do not know where, praying next to the Healer.

"Ochi Kami no!" echoed Tao Sian, following with a respectful, "Kamia'ata, Sage Sens."

Without thinking, I took my writing kit upon my knees, and began to write down the conversation as accurately as possible.

"Ata'Kami, Tao. How are you feeling?"

"By the grace of the Kamis, I'm feeling better. But having to undergo several teleportations in so little time, when even a single one makes me sick for several days... I hope never to experience again such a thing. But I had no choice. The infected rangers, the ones from the Almati Woods Kitin lair, they needed my help! And they will need it again..."

I felt the anxiety in her voice and after a bit of hesitancy she added: "Why do the Kamis inflict me this trial every time? Am I not devoted enough?"

The Sage sat silent, his deep gaze seemed to probe the Dynastic Healer's soul. "Your question is both legitimate and filled with anxiety, Tao. I could give you an answer but the answer would not be yours. It is important that you seek the answer yourself. Question yourself, Tao. You have perfected your healing skill but yet you do not know how to heal yourself."

Tao Sian sighed, "By Kami, I need the answer! I have tried to reason with myself to overcome my fear of teleportation as I went to treat the Goo contaminated Rangers; it was my duty as a healer. But look where it led me! Many weeks of headaches and irritability to everything around me. Dare I look homins in the eyes? What of the Rangers?"

It was then that Sage Sens placed a soothing hand on Tao's shoulder, "Do not close your heart, Tao. Homins know your value and trust you, trust them in return."

With these wisdom filled words, the Sage turned and quitely left Tao Sian to her meditations.

Excerpt from Volume 1, "In the Shadow of Tao Sian", written in the winter of 2574 by the scribe Kuangi Wu Shi. Available in the public library of the Temple of Knowledge.

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<![CDATA[Spiritual exchange between Sorrow and his disciple]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/17090/1#113596 Tue, 30 Apr 2013 08:21:25 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/113596
Spiritual exchange between Sorrow and his disciple

Wan Fai-Du's behavior mirrored Sage Sorrow's: Sitting cross-legged, still, his mind wide open to his surroundings, in order to feel each deep vibration of Atys.

The two figures of the Theocracy had been sitting on one of the many isolated high grounds of the Witherings, far from the bustle of Zora, in order to perceive the whole of the Kami's wisdom without interference.

Breaking the silence, the Sage calmly questioned his disciple:

"Wan Fai-Du, do you know the difference between threats like the Goo or the Kitins, and the rest of Atys' inhabitants?"

The disciple had paused before giving his answer:

"Sage Sorrow, the Goo and the Kitins seek only the annihilation of all living species, while the rest of the fauna and flora lives in balance, under the kindly attention of the Kamis, who watch over this equilibrium."

The Sage Sorrow had nodded his mask in agreement.

"This is true, but incomplete. Like the torrent which sometimes flows in a peaceful course when the ground is free of obstacles, and sometimes changes into a noisy waterfall when the ground becomes more uneven, the life that the Kamis protect follows regular cycles, over the course of the seasons.

In winter, the Sap moves away from the tougher weather and takes a break in order to revitalise itself, before spinging from everywhere again in summer, in a welter of sounds and colors.

This is an elemental difference with the Goo and the Kitins, who never stop for a truce, and consitute a constant threat."

The disciple then contemplated the words of his Master for a while and formulated an addition to the accurate observation of Sage Sorrow:

"The road to Kamihood is long and full of trials. But, as the Homin who will one day reach Enlightenment, I am convinced that these threats will one day reach their end."

The priests who were now sharing their evening meal with Sorrow were taken aback. The others' talks had gradually fallen silent, and Sorrow's tale of his outing had gotten the attention of the whole table.

"Wan Fai-Du really proves himself worthy of his teaching!" whistled one of the attending Zoraïs.

The Sage Sorrow couldn't help showing his satisfaction, wordlessly. His disciple was really learning at a commendable pace, and the keenness of his mind and of his observations were being constantly refined. So, he was sure that his disciple would one day deeply mark the Theocracy.


Confidences of a Bonze to some Kami Disciples, Prima, Pluvia 13, 2nd AC 2572

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<![CDATA[[Chronique] Retour d'exil]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/10015/1#64410 Wed, 16 Nov 2011 20:15:59 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/64410 Chronique écrite par Reedeek au 3e CA de l'an 2558, relatant le retour d'exil de Rodi di Varello, suite à sa libération des geôles trykers.>>


Reedeek était anxieux… Est-ce que ça allait fonctionner ? Les dangers étaient nombreux, et il n’osait imaginer ce qui allait se passer si le plan était éventé… Il secoua la tête et chercha à vider son esprit de toute pensée négative. Le plan était parfait, tout était prévu !

En regardant les homins qui s’étaient portés volontaires pour l’escorte, le Matis reconnut bon nombre de visages : l’Éveillée Zoraï Ki’atal, une alliée précieuse de longue date, envers qui le Matis avait développé une solide amitié. Nerwane, une des premières homines qu’il avait rencontrée en arrivant sur le Continent et qui l’avait énormément aidé à trouver ses marques. Kiwalie, l’Émissaire apatride pour la paix, toujours volontaire pour mener à bien une opération pouvant contribuer au bon déroulement de leur action pacifiste. L’imposant guerrier Zoraï Clintya, qui lui avait déjà sauvé la vie lors de son premier voyage au Nexus. Ainsi que bien d'autres encore...

Ils avaient tous répondu présent pour escorter la personnalité controversée qu’était Rodi di Varello. Pour eux, il ne faisait aucun doute que ce dernier avait servi de bouc émissaire, d’écran de fumée destiné à voiler la vérité… Ils n’entendaient pas le laisser servir de sacrifice dans l'intérêt de ceux qui ourdissaient de sombres complots dans l’ombre des Nations.

Rodi essayait de garder une contenance, veillant à afficher l’attitude hautaine et fière de la vieille Noblesse Matis. Reedeek espérait que celle-ci ne refroidirait pas les bonnes intentions des membres de l’escorte. Tous les homins se jetèrent à l’eau à la sortie de Fairhaven, se préparant pour le long et dangereux voyage qui les attendait. Une fois sur la terre ferme, de l’autre coté du lac qui entourait la magnifique capitale Tryker, Reedeek se retourna, observant les silhouettes qui entraient et sortaient de la ville. Avec un sourire satisfait, il se remit en route à la suite des autres, restant au plus près du conseiller d’Yrkanis.

Le voyage fut parsemé de rencontres avec les différents prédateurs d’Atys, Kitins y compris. Chacune de ces rencontres aurait pu s’avérer mortelle pour un homin isolé, néanmoins, l’escorte se défit sans aucune difficulté du moindre obstacle. Reedeek fut impressionné par les membres du groupes : les guerriers aux remarquables capacités martiales ainsi que les mages aux sorts puissants. Il se félicita de côtoyer autant d’alliés de valeurs.

Arrivé au pays malade, les membres du groupe firent une halte à Hoï-Cho pour se désaltérer, avant de rassembler leurs forces pour atteindre leur destination : le campement des Amazones Matis. Le raffut provoqué par autant d’homins dans le périmètre du camp ne manqua d’alerter Tinaera Rosirello, chef de la tribu des Amazones. Reedeek dut négocier avec elle pour que les Amazones acceptent d'accueillir Rodi en leur sein dans le plus grand secret. Tinaera avait demandé à ce que « l’invité » ne restât pas trop longtemps parmi elles, ce que s'empressa d'accepter l'Émissaire matis.

Une fois le marché conclu, l’escorte se dispersa, laissant Reedeek seul. Il se mit alors à sourire.

« Vous pouvez être sûre que votre invité ne restera pas longtemps parmi vous, mes chères Amazones », marmonna Reedeek à bonne distance du camp. « Il sera même sûrement parti dès demain. En fait, nul ne pourra jamais vous reprocher d’avoir hébergé Rodi di Varello… étant donné que le véritable conseiller d’Yrkanis n’a jamais mis les pieds dans votre camp ! »

****

Au même moment, à plusieurs kilomètres de là, Antoni Capalici, négociant en vins fins Matis, arrivait sain et sauf à Yrkanis au terme de son voyage à travers les Primes sous l’unique escorte d’un guerrier en armure sombre. Humant l’air de la Capitale qu’il avait quittée depuis trop longtemps, le négociant déclara :

« Je dois bien reconnaître que votre plan était ingénieux. Mes ennemis ne se douteront jamais de mon retour à Yrkanis sous une fausse identité. J’espère que Ser Reedeek a réussi à mener ma doublure à destination. »

« Faites-lui confiance pour ca. » répondit le guerrier. « Il n’est peut-être pas le meilleur des combattants, mais il sait s’entourer. Il doit sûrement être sur le voyage du retour à présent. »

À peine eut-il terminé sa phrase qu’un voyageur arriva par le téléporteur de la Karavan, l’Émissaire Matis revenait de son périple à travers le pays zoraï. Reprenant rapidement ses esprits, il se dirigea vers les deux homins et les accompagna dans son appartement, à l’abri des oreilles indiscrètes.

- « Mission accomplie, Ser. Étant donné que l’escorte a été placée sous le sceau du secret, vos ennemis arriveront probablement à déterminer que vous avez été mené en terre zoraï, mais ils ne se douteront jamais qu’ils ont retrouvé la trace d'une doublure.

- Votre plan était rusé jeune Matis, félicitations ! Je vais donc rester ici dans le plus grand secret, et j’attendrai patiemment le retour de notre Karan. J’espère que ce jour arrivera bientôt. »

- J’y travaille Ser... Les Gardiens du Savoir font tout leur possible pour accumuler un maximum de Dappers afin de payer la rançon, tout comme d'autres sujets. Avec un peu de chance, ce jour ne saurait plus tarder. »

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Plusieurs semaines plus tard, dans la Chambre des Nobles, le Karan Yrkanis, de retour dans son Royaume, chargea Reedeek de retrouver son Conseiller disparu. Le jeune Matis accepta la mission, mais aucun homin présent ne put voir le discret sourire qui éclaira son visage pendant une seconde.]]>
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<![CDATA[[Chronique] Tête à tête avec un Maraudeur]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/9996/1#64279 Mon, 14 Nov 2011 21:44:56 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/64279 <<<Un conteur ambulant fait part de sa conversation avec un Maraudeur des Nouvelles Terres, au 3e CA 2558.>>>


Un vieux Tryker, affublé de la tenue caractéristique des Conteurs ambulants, s'assit au milieu du village. La nouvelle se répandit aussi vite que le souffle du vent, et bientôt il fut entouré d'un groupe d'homins, d'homines et d'enfants.

Tandis que le soleil s'effaçait derrière l'horizon, sa voix profonde, à peine éraillée par le temps, s'éleva :

« Mes enfants,

Aujourd'hui, ce n'est pas un conte ancien que je vais vous raconter, mais plutôt ce qui m'est arrivée pas plus tard qu'hier...

Aussi incroyable que ça puisse paraître, j'ai été capturé par un groupe de Maraudeurs des Nouvelles Terres et j'ai survécu. Ma vie en l'échange de mon témoignage, tel fut notre marché. Mon métier de conteur ambulant m'a sauvé la vie, et de conteur, me voici devenu, l'espace d'un soir, narrateur d'une aventure bien réelle. Voici, de mémoire, les propos de notre discussion. »

Le conteur se mit alors à jouer tour à tour les deux rôles ; tantôt le sien, assis et à demi tremblant de peur,  tantôt celui de l'imposant maraudeur à la forte voix, debout, fier et charismatique.

« Les homins vous appellent les Maraudeurs, comme ceux des Anciennes Terres. Vous sentez-vous des points communs avec eux, vous qui n'avez pas connu le Grand Essaim ?
Nous avons plus de points communs que vous ne le pensez... Mais tout d'abord, comprenez-vous vraiment les Maraudeurs des Anciennes Terres ?

Je les redoute plus que je les comprends...
C'est pourtant simple. Lors du Grand Essaim, les Maraudeurs des Anciennes Terres ont été lâchement abandonnés de tous, non seulement par les dirigeants des peuples mais aussi par les Kamis et la Karavan. Et même par Elias, s'il existe vraiment. Ils sont restés seuls dans les Anciennes Terres, à tenter de survivre dans un monde envahi de kitins, tandis que le reste de l'hominité fuyait courageusement par les Primes Racines. Plusieurs générations d'oubliés se sont ainsi succédées sur les Anciennes Terres, dans un monde où la seule loi était celle du plus fort. Ils ont eu tout le loisir de penser à leurs douces retrouvailles avec les descendants de ceux qui, un jour maudit, les avaient condamnés à leur triste sort... Les Maraudeurs des Anciennes Terres vouent une haine éternelle aux Nations et aux Puissances, elles qui les ont condamnés à un exil infernal. Mais celui-ci prend fin, car ils ont trouvé le chemin des Nouvelles Terres. Seuls. L'heure de leur vengeance a sonné...

Je vois... Mais quel rapport avec vous, qui n'avez connu ni le Grand Essaim ni les Anciennes Terres ? Les Nations vous ont élevés et nourris, les Puissances vous ont ouvert leurs bras, comme à tous les homins d'ici !
Ouvrez donc les yeux ! Tel l'enfant vous buvez stupidement les paroles de vos parents ! Les Nations sont loin d'être idylliques, elles imposent par la force leurs lois, broyant ou rejetant ceux qui refusent de s'y plier ! La plupart des Maraudeurs des Nouvelles Terres ont cru un jour en elles, mais la réalité les a rattrapés. Seuls les faibles d'esprits sont jugés dignes de faire partie d'un tel système ! Les autres, ceux qui réfléchissent, qui contestent, qui pointent du doigt leurs faiblesses et leurs incohérences, sont rejetées. Restez donc prisonnier si cela vous chante, mais ne nous imposez pas d'en faire autant ! Nous sommes libérés à jamais de leur emprise. Nous sommes des Anarchistes, comme elles disent, et nous en sommes fiers.

Mais... pourquoi en vouloir aussi à la Karavan et aux Kamis ?
Bande de croyants innocents... Une grande partie de notre groupe est formé d'anciens suivants de la Karavan et d'anciens disciples des Kamis. J'ai moi-même longtemps bataillé pour la gloire de mon ancienne déesse. Mais un jour ou l'autre le voile tombe... Les Puissances vous utilisent, tout comme le font les Nations ! Elles vous promettent monts et merveilles en échange de votre soumission, et vous gobez leurs mensonges ! Les factions religieuses, fortes de leurs certitudes, font tout pour asservir la faction adverse, la broyer, la détruire. "Montre ta foi, obéis-moi ou meurs..." Vos religions ne valent pas mieux que vos nations ! Osez donc prendre vous-mêmes votre liberté, bande de lâches !

Vous vous considérez donc comme des homins libres ?
Nous sommes libres ! Libérés du joug des nations et religions ! Vous cherchiez à comprendre le point commun entre les Maraudeurs des Anciennes et des Nouvelles terres ? Le voici : seuls les Maraudeurs sont véritablement libres. Nous sommes les seuls maîtres de nos vies. 

Mais... pourquoi vous en prenez-vous à l'hominité ?
Vous sentez-vous donc si supérieur à nous, pour revendiquer le droit de nous exclure de l'hominité ? Vous venez vous-même de répondre à votre question : les homins asservis nous rejettent, nous sommes aussi isolés que l'ont été les Maraudeurs des Anciennes Terres. Vous nous jugez et nous condamnez, soit ! Alors c'est nous qui nous ferons une place, par la force. Nous allons continuer à nous rapprocher des autres oubliés, ceux venant des Anciennes Terres. Et tous, autant que vous êtes, allez regretter de ne pas avoir su nous faire une place... »

Le conteur laissa le silence pénétrer les âmes des auditeurs. Sans un mot, il ramassa son baluchon et disparut dans la nuit, laissant les homins rassemblés seuls avec leurs frayeurs.]]>
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<![CDATA[[LLDE] Recueil de témoignages]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/5974/9#63780 Wed, 09 Nov 2011 12:40:16 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/63780 Le prix du sang (Seconde partie) : la bataille de Thesos racontée par un militaire matis.          


Le choc fut monstrueux. Les soldats des deux camps entrèrent au corps à corps avec une violence inouïe. Propulsé en arrière, je m’écrasai avec fracas dans la sciure. Autour de moi les premiers combattants tombaient déjà. Certains disparaissaient, comme aspirés par le sol, je voyais alors la résurrection par les puissances pour la première fois.

À ma gauche gisait un Matis mort, le corps broyé et le visage défiguré, tel un cri de douleur à la vue de tous. Il n’avait visiblement pas eu la chance d’être ressuscité. Pourquoi Jena ne le ramenait-elle pas ? Pourquoi un autre et pas lui ? Sur quels critères se faisait le choix ? La régularité de nos prières, le nombre de nos confessions ? Ou tout était-il déjà écrit… ?

La rage m'envahit soudainement. Je me relevai rapidement, agrippant ma pique comme jamais. Je n’allai pas mourir aujourd’hui, j’allai venger mes frères, je massacrerai ces païens...

Tel un homin pris de démence, je me jetai dans la mêlée, l’arme pointée en avant. Ma pique transperçait les armures de mes ennemis les unes après les autres tandis que je parais les coups qui m'étaient destinés. Je n'étais plus maître de moi : la haine me contrôlait entièrement.

Le combat dura de très longues minutes, chacun des camps semblant prendre l'avantage sur l'autre, mais seulement pour un court instant. C'est alors que soudain, venant briser la routine de la bataille, un Matis hurla :

« Regardez !! Thesos brûle !! »

Tous les regards se portèrent vers l’ouest. Nous pouvions distinguer, à travers la fumée, la gigantesque tour de garde rongée par les flammes. Un frisson de bonheur traversa tout mon corps. Le Karin Stevano avait accompli sa mission,Thesos brûlait ! Autour de moi, les cris de gloire matis s'élevaient en l'honneur de Jena, comme si la victoire était à portée de main.

Mais ma joie fut de courte durée, laissant place à une horrible sensation de douleur : la lame d’une épée venait de transpercer mon torse. Pétrifié par la souffrance, je tombai à genoux en crachant du sang. Devant moi, un guerrier équipé d'une armure noire me fixait. Il posa son pied sur mon buste, retira son épée d’un geste brusque et poursuivit le combat...

Couché sur le ventre, j’essayai désespérément de ramper dans la sciure malgré la douleur, comme pour fuir la tâche rouge qui s'élargissait autour de moi.Mais c'était trop tard, mes forces m'abandonnaient... Un bourdonnement grandissant envahit ma tête, chaque respiration devint de plus en plus difficile. Malgré tous mes efforts pour rester lucide, mon esprit commençait à s'éloigner, mes prières envers Jena perdaient leur substance... Et pour finir, ma vue lâcha.

C’était la première fois que je mourais…

Le retour fut tout aussi douloureux que le départ. Je repris mes esprits près du vortex de Thesos, un mal de crâne puissant tambourinant mes tempes. Instinctivement, je posai ma main sur mon torse à l'endroit ou l’épée m’avait transpercé quelques minutes plus tôt. Plus aucune trace de blessure n'était visible...

Quelle joie, Jena m’avait ramené ! J'aurais pu connaître une mort définitive sur le champ de bataille, mais le destin en avait décidé autrement.

Faisant fi de ma vision brouillée et de mon ouïe défaillante, je me levai tant bien que mal, m’appuyant sur la paroi. Mes sens reprirent peu à peu le dessus. Autour de moi, nombre de mes compagnons d'infortune sortaient eux aussi de cet état léthargique.

Je ramassai une hache qui traînait sur le sol, prêt à retourner sur le champ de bataille malgré mon horrible migraine. C'est alors que j'aperçus le Karin en personne. Il nous faisait face, à nous autres soldats matis, demandant notre attention, les bras levés. Lorsque nous fûmes tous prêts à l'écouter, il prit la parole.

« Sujets, soldats ! Les adorateurs du démon ont commis le pire des sacrilèges : ils ont capturé notre Karan ! Il est certain qu'à présent ils ne rêvent que d'une chose : nous anéantir tous jusqu'au dernier et fouler de leurs pieds barbares le sol béni de notre capitale. Mais nous ne les laisserons pas faire ! Jamais ! Montrons à tous la fierté et le courage des Matis ! Notre devoir est de protéger la Source Cachée jusqu'à notre dernier souffle ! Pour mon père, pour Jena, en route !! »

Ces paroles résonnèrent dans ma tête comme un coup de massue. Le Karan captif ? Impossible, inimaginable… Nous avions pourtant réussi à faire brûler Thesos ! Nous étions si proche de la victoire…

« Ils approchent, ne perdons pas de temps ! », cria un soldat.

Les Fyros chargeaient en effet... Malgré le choc, je passai rapidement le vortex avec les autres guerriers, me téléportant ainsi des kilomètres plus loin jusqu'aux Sommets Verdoyants. Sur place, l’atmosphère était beaucoup plus agréable : pas de chaleur suffocante, pas d’odeur de brûlé, seulement une brise légère accompagnée du doux parfum des fleurs du désert matis.

Le Karin Stevano rassembla prestement ses troupes un peu plus loin sous une tour de défense pour prendre à nouveau la parole.

« Soldats ! Nous allons tout faire pour empêcher les barbares d’aller plus loin sur nos terres. Ne faiblissez pas, je n’accepterai aucun échec ! »

Les premiers Fyros commençaient déjà à sortir du vortex. Il n’y avait plus de temps à perdre. Je grimpai dans la tour hâtivement, ramassai une mitrailleuse lourde et la plaçai sur un créneau. 

Nous devions venger la capture du Karan et la mort de nos frères d'armes, nous devions protéger nos terres. Je chargeais mon arme et me mis en position de tir. Je n'hésitai pas à l'actionner dès que le premier Fyros fût à portée de feu. L’arme vibrait entre mes mains dans un vacarme assourdissant. Les barbares tombaient comme des feuilles, leurs corps déchiquetés par les balles des Matis.

La situation devint toutefois vite incontrôlable, les Fyros continuaient à arriver et les soldats matis commençaient à plier sous le nombre. Les sapeurs fyros s'attaquèrent alors aux fondations de la tour, qui se mit à tanguer dangereusement.

Je me précipitai vers l’escalier, essayant à tout prix de sortir de ce piège. Mais le sol se déroba sous mes pieds. La chute était inévitable. Je traversai les étages, emportant des poutres dans ma chute. Mon corps se brisa à l'impact du sol. Totalement paralysé par la douleur et les blessures, je regardais comme un simple spectateur la scène qui se déroulait autour de moi : des païens achevaient froidement les blessés restés sur le sol tandis que les autres tiraient dans le dos de ceux qui essayaient de fuir. Certains éclataient de rire, le visage dénaturé par la folie et la haine.

La tour finit par s’écrouler entièrement, les poutres de bois s’écrasant tout autour de mon corps mutilé. Je n’avais plus aucune chance, j’allais mourir pour de bon. Au-dessus de moi, un énorme bloc de bois se rapprochait inéluctablement et étrangement, je le voyais arriver comme au ralenti. Ma vie défilait devant mes yeux. Mon enfance, mon homine, mes enfants, mes erreurs, mes regrets… Le bloc se rapprochait, je fermai les yeux, attendant la mort.

Ma seconde renaissance fut accompagnée de maux de têtes plus violents que la première. Un Matis m’attrapa par le col de l’armure et me secoua tout en criant. Je le voyais à peine, lui qui semblait s'époumonner en silence. Comme la première fois, mes sens reprirent le dessus quelques minutes plus tard.

« Tout va bien ! Arrête de crier, tout va bien ! Jena t’a ramené à la vie, nous sommes au Tertre de la Dissidence. »

Pris de nausées, je me laissai tomber à genoux.

Le matis continua comme si de rien n’était :

« Inutile de te presser, nous avons de toute façon perdu cette bataille… Les Fyros contrôlent entièrement la Source Cachée. C’est par chance qu’ils ont décidé de ne pas aller plus loin »

M’essuyant la bouche avec le bras je bégayai quelques mots :

« Et …et pour notre Karan ? »

L’homin me regarda d’un air triste.

« Nous n’en savons pas plus pour le moment. Le Karin Stevano va bien. Il nous a dit de rentrer à Yrkanis. Ceux qui n’ont pas la chance d’avoir un pacte de téléportation sont déjà sur la route…»

Tout était donc fini, nous avions perdu. L’Empire fyros avait complètement balayé notre armée, notre défaite était totale.

J’avais eu la chance de survivre, Jena m’avait ramené deux fois à la vie. Mais pourquoi, pourquoi moi ? Je me sentais presque coupable, beaucoup de mes frères étaient morts aujourd’hui… Alors que moi, je vivais. Jamais je n’aurais espéré avoir cette chance. Louée soit-elle, louée soit notre déesse. J’allais revoir ma famille, je n’étais pas mort !

Ce terrible jour allait être gravé à jamais dans la mémoire des Matis. Il affichait le commencement d’une ère très sombre. Notre Karan s’était fait capturé, les Fyros avaient envahi une partie de nos terres, nous avions payé le prix du sang.

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<![CDATA[[Chronique LLDE] La guérison de Dexton]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/6425/1#42446 Wed, 13 Apr 2011 11:42:35 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/42446
La goutte d'eau salée roulait lentement sur la joue basanée de Lykos, insouciante de l'émoi qu'elle matérialisait aux yeux de tous.

Le sharümal recula discrètement dans l'ombre de la pièce le temps d'essuyer la marque de son trouble, et je fis semblant de n'avoir rien remarqué.

Comme le fils de l'Empereur avait changé en quelques mois ! Le jeune homin totalement effacé devant un père ô combien charismatique avait pris son envol, contraint d'ouvrir ses ailes et de diriger en pleine tourmente l'Empire dont il avait dû prendre la Régence... Certes, il était encore jeune et inexpérimenté, mais il avait su néanmoins montrer à tous qu'il était digne d'occuper cette charge.

Un jour, Lykos sera notre Empereur. Et il sera certainement un bon Empereur. Mais ce ne sera pas pour aujourd'hui...

Mon regard se porta vers la massive mais néanmoins somptueuse épée impériale. Le symbole du pouvoir. Le tremblement de mes lèvres faillit trahir mon émotion tandis que je vis la pointe de cette épée décrire lentement un cercle à hauteur de visage homin, tenue par une main encore un peu faible mais à la maîtrise parfaite. La main de l'Empereur Dexton !

Tout semblait si irréel... Et pourtant, c'était bien lui, le grand, l'unique Dexton, mon Empereur, qui se tenait là devant moi, solidement campé, le regard animé par une détermination sans faille !

Sa longue maladie, sa lente et fatale déchéance, tout ceci n'était plus à présent qu'un souvenir... Seule une relative maigreur laissait encore soupçonner le calvaire infernal duquel Tao Sian l'avait extirpé, avec l'aide ô combien précieuse de tout un peuple valeureux et dévoué, épaulé par un allié des plus surprenants: les primitifs Gibads.

Tao Sian... Je la cherchai malgré moi du regard, elle, l'ombre bleue au masque cornu qui avait tant fait pour un Empereur qui n'était pas le sien. Elle qui avait passé au chevet de Dexton presque autant de nuits que l'Impératrice Xania. Elle qui, de par son dévouement sans limite pour sauver sharükos, avait resserré les liens entre la Théocratie et l'Empire, bien plus que n'aurait pu le faire n'importe quel traité. Car nul au sein du sharük n'oublierait que c'était le Grand Sage Mabreka Cho qui avait dépêché sa Première Guérisseuse Dynastique au chevet de l'Empereur.

Aujourd'hui, au sein du Palais Impérial, dans l'intimité des proches de Dexton, nous fêtons une victoire. Celle de la vie sur la mort. Celle de tout un peuple et de peuples amis qui, ensemble, ont permis à l'Empereur de reprendre en main son Destin.

Extrait du journal d'Epus,
3e CA 2555
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<![CDATA[[ Chronique LLDE] Le Semeur de Tempête]]> http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=topic/view/5406/1#37087 Sun, 06 Feb 2011 23:00:07 +0000 Lore & Chronicles http://app.ryzom.com/app_forum/index.php?page=post/view/37087

« Régent Lykos,

Nous, Yrkanis, Premier du nom, Roi des Sommets Verdoyants et Elu de Jena, sommons l'Empire de Nous remettre sur le champ le dénommé Decalion Krilus, Maître de Guerre de l'Empire, accusé d'avoir rompu le Traité de paix des Quatre Nations en ayant sciemment tué des Sujets en plein territoire matis, après y avoir conduit une partie de son armée.

De surcroît, Nous sommons l'Empire de Nous adresser des excuses officielles pour l'affront subi par le Royaume dans cette affaire.

Tout refus de votre part sera considéré par Nous comme un soutien de l'Empire aux agissements impardonnables de son Maître Ardent, et donc comme une rupture du Traité des Quatre Nations, avec les conséquences que cela pourrait comporter.

Que Notre bienveillante Déesse vous montre la voie de la Raison,
et qu'Elle vous guide hors du chemin menant inexorablement à la guerre.

Yrkanis, Premier du Nom,
Roi des Sommets Verdoyants »



Le silence se fit dans la pièce. Le Roi consulta discrètement du regard son Conseiller, Rodi di Varello, qui approuva d'un léger hochement de tête.

« Le sort de l'Empire est désormais entre les mains de son Régent... » dit Yrkanis avec un fin sourire. « A présent, faites parvenir cette missive à Lykos ! »

Je me souviens encore du sourire glacial de Yene, qui, tapie dans l'ombre de la pièce, semblait toujours se délecter de chaque mot de l'ultimatum.


Extrait de « Dans les coulisses du Palais Royal »,
écrit en 2554 par le Scribe royal Miagio Rosipi
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Miagio Rosipi (aniro)