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The cold had once again taken hold of the land, the velvet snow had a beauty which could not be ignored and it glowed under the morning sun, three travellers departed the great city on that day, their names long since forgotten, but their legacy remembered always, they travelled north and carried little in the way of supplies, armed with only their wits and swords. The first of them being a small female, not but a child in the eyes of men but to gaze upon her closely would reveal the years she carried, it’s believed she was of a race known only as the trykers, the second was a young male warrior also believed to be of this ancient race, and the third amongst them was a master swordsman of the long dead fyros race.
The young tryker boy was anxious about the journey ahead, he was not yet a master swordsman, although well along the path, he had not made such a journey before and it would prove to be a rite of passage for him, he was comforted by the presence of his two companions, safe in the knowledge they would not let harm befall him, but to believe it was not possible would have made him a mere fool.
The companions passed the great northern portal early that same evening and left the safety of the forest behind them, there was no snow in the desert lands ahead, there was never snow in these lands. This is thought to have been the first shelter for the travellers, safe in the portals cave; they made camp and rested here, careful not to stray too far from the safety of the fire. It would be novel to say the heroine prepared a meal for her companions, but it is said she was a notoriously bad cook, and it was preference to wrestle a kincher than eat anything offered by her.
The morning came quick as it always did in the desert, and the group remained sheltered from the burning sun until the intense heat subsided later that day, the path ahead was dangerous, and littered with kitin hordes, the party chose to hug the eastern cliff face, rather than battle their way through, the path was slow and night came quick, fear had engulfed the travellers, if they did not find the village before the sun left them completely, the kitin would surely find them.
Darkness came, the three companions had not found their way to the village, and only now could see the torch light filling the horizon, to walk a direct route to the village would surely end badly for the new friends and in darkness they could never navigate around the hordes ahead. Instead they climbed the rock face in search of a ledge to provide a haven from the kitin hordes. They were safe for now but the morning sun would not be so forgiving for the trykers, the fyros however was not worried by the suns heat, he was in his home land and his kind did not fear the suns intensity as did other races.
The following morning the three set off towards the village. Without warning, it was upon them, the creature they hunted had found its hunters, unprepared and without a second thought, the fyros companion charged the creature with his flaming blade held high above his head. With only a moment’s hesitation the tryker boy was soon to follow behind his mentor and close friend. The savage creature which now battled the two swordsmen had ravage the nearby lands for many moons, and it was known only as the king of kitin, although many men had tried to defeat the insatiable evil they all fell in its wake. The female cleric now stood aside from the battle and merely chanted in such a way, it endowed her fellow companions with unimaginable strength and speed.
The fyros warrior was thrown aside by the huge force of the kitin king, losing his grasp on the burning blade; it would have ended there for the brave knight, as he lay wounded and unarmed in the desert sand, the kitin king attempted a crushing blow, his young apprentice came to the aid of his friend, with one mighty swing of the tryker blade, the kitin king lost the offending limb. With the kitin king now mortally wounded, the three took up arms together and rushed the great beast, the battle ensued for many hours, and in the failing light, the three had achieved a feat, failed by so many before them. After the battle, the three took the spoils as trophies to there accomplishment.
The party of three reached the village early that evening, the sun had not been kind to the heroic trykers, and the path taken to reach the village was long and exhausting under the intense heat, the female companion had fallen ill by now, luckily though throughout the journey, with the exception of the kitin king, they only had minor encounters with the wildlife and easily dispatched their attackers, they had also gained a few varynx pelts for trade within the village. The female tryker had sustained a small injury during a varynx attack, and as a result had later become affectionately known as “Scar” by her fellow companions.
The three spent many days in this small village, training at the nearby temple, it is said Scar learned to perfect her already renowned clerics skills, to such a point, it was possible to fire a projected beam of magical energy, which could heal all wounds upon impact with an ally, the tryker boy continued his teaching in the way of the sword and soon became a master swordsmen, as for the fyros companion, it is said he studied the arcane teachings, and became an unrivalled master of magic, although no evidence of this was shown during the journey and some now believe this happened later during the warriors life. During his time in the temple the tryker boy became an honoured member if the temple order, this before unheard of for any man not of fyros origins, he was later named by the high priest himself, and from that day forward he was known to all as Ishamael.
The name of the fyros man, has been obscure since the first ancient writings were discovered, although through much research we now believe this man to be the same warrior who brought light back to Ryzom during his final hours upon this great world, it is also speculated that he was named by the gods themselves during his hour of need. The name they gave to him was simply Lone, due to the nature of his final journey.
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