ROLEPLAY

oren pyr Lydia

Last night, I almost died. Others weren't as lucky as me. The daikos Meriops and my friend Galeus died. You know, Galeus, the fyros who passed the legion entrance test with me. We were together in the burnt corridor, practicing our axe skills on the kinchers with the daikos. Suddenly, I was knocked out from behind! I had just enough time to see black matis boots before I collapsed. When I was picked up, there was a whole bunch of homins around me, including the niakünos himself. They were in the middle of cleaning up the desert on the orders of archivist Apotheps when they came upon me, sprawled in the sawdust. Azazor interrupted the clean-up to set off in search of the two missing men. For yes, by my side, there was no trace of Meriops and Galeus.

We immediately suspected the nearby Ecorchés tribe. There were fights diplomatic exchanges with their chief Staero, but nothing came of it. They had nothing to do with it. They did, however, speak of strange homins seen in the area, some with red eyes. They seemed to be afraid of them. However, it seems that the Ecorchés manipulate magic at a very advanced stage and make friends with marauders. For them to be afraid of them, these red-eyed homins must have had a bad reputation. But obviously, nobody in the group knew who they were. Except the leader. But I hesitate to tell you. There's something taboo about it. Azazor led us to a cave not far from the fyros camp on the burnt corridor. Inside, we discovered a huge extinguished inferno and around it, the decapitated bodies of Galeus and Meriops. Yes, DECAPITATED! Impossible to revive. Apparently, it takes some serious skill to manage to kill someone without being brought back by the powers that be.

I carried Galeus' body to the altar of Dyron, and Lyren carried the sergeant's. The altar kami welcomed them. The altar kami welcomed them. Their bodies returned to the sawdust and their souls descended into the depths to fight the dragon.

Come on, I'll dare to tell you the name of the people who did this. They're followers of the cult of fyrak! Fanatics who make sacrifices to the dragon to gain power. And they dared to attack legionnaires not far from the fyros camp? Can you imagine the crazies? The chief seems to be in such a rage that he's sworn to track them down in the Old Lands. We're in for some dark times, I can feel it. But don't worry about me. At the barracks, nothing can happen to me. After that, I confess I'm not looking forward to going back to the burnt corridor.

Anyway, be well sis, and see you soon for my leave. We'll be praying at the Dyron kami altar for the fallen legionnaires.

cal i selak!

Your brother Abyleus